Intoxicated

"Come inside, darling." Harry, with half opened eyes, allowed Niall to lead him into the room after opening the door. He stumbled into the room, the smell intensifies. He looked around the room, his mind too foggy to be shocked by what he saw.

It was a sex room, no other way to really describe it. There were toys, some that Harry had never even seen before, on display on shelves and a few were on the table beside the bed. There were handcuffs attached to the bedposts, a hook hanging from the ceiling with leather cuffs dangling from them. Whips, canes, floggers and so much more were hanging on the walls. There were so many things that Harry didn't even know what or how they were used but he really didn't have much time to process it all before he was sitting on the bed, being forced to look into those cool blue eyes.

"Guessing by your curiosity, I'm guessing your boyfriend never brought you in here, hm?" Niall asks, grabbing Harry's chin and rubbing his thumb over the young boy's bottom lip. Harry tried to pull away, but Niall kept a firm grip. "Answer me."

"No. A-And he's not my boyfriend, he kidna—"

"—Shut up, only answer the questions I ask you." Harry shut his mouth obediently, looking over at a table on the other side of the room. There was incense burning and Harry could only assume that's what the smell was. "Ah, the incense, do you like it? I started burning it just for you," Niall hummed with a smirk, watching Harry sway from side to side. He cupped Harry's cheek lightly, caressing his cheekbone with his thumb softly. Harry closed his eyes, feeling like he was under a spell.

"W-What is it?" Niall brushed curl away from Harry's face as he smiled.

"Just something that I thought you'd like. However, the side effect of fogginess and obedience of whoever smells it is wonderful. It's like putting you in a state of hypnosis, where you have no choice but to obey everything I say." Harry looked into Niall's devious eyes with fear in his own. What the hell is wrong with him? How did he even know that something like that existed?

Maybe he did know what Louis' really like and he was just as fucked up as Louis.

"Why isn't it affecting you?" Niall grinned wildly.

"There's an oil that overpowers the smell, you just have to put it around your nose and the scent is strong enough to push the effects off for hours. That's why I decided to use this approach instead of just drugging you. At least, for right now, anyway." Harry struggled to stand, only for a cold chuckle to pass Niall's lips as he pushed the boy back down on the bed. Niall nuzzled his head into Harry's neck, pressing light kisses against it as Harry trembled in terror.

"P-Please, don't—"

"Stay still." Harry froze, his body unwilling to move as Niall unbuttoned the white collared shirt Louis made him wear that morning. He felt like he was paralyzed as the other man maneuvered him so he was laying on the bed, his arms above his head and cuffed to the posts. He watched the blue orbs scan his defenseless body, a small look of satisfaction displayed on his pale features.

"G-George, h-help—"

"Oh, shut up, I sent him home. There's no one here except us. And that's how it's going to stay for the next five days. Now, don't move a fucking muscle," Niall snapped harshly, taking his own shirt off before climbing on top of him, straddling his waist. He smirked cruelly down at the bound man, loving how weak he seemed.

There was a burn from tears that wanted to escape Harry's eyes, but for some reason, the tears wouldn't flow. Just like the rest of his body, he was paralyzed.

Niall cooed as he noticed the wetness that would appear and then dry up immediately and then repeat. He simpered.

"Cry." The tears immediately burst from Harry's eyes as soon as Niall spoke those words. Harry still couldn't move anything else, but the tears flowed freely and it turned Niall on more than anything else.

"You should know that you brought this on yourself. I warned you to leave, I told you what would happen if you were here by the time I returned from my business trip." Niall let his hand wander over Harry's torso, pinching his nipple roughly causing Harry to whimper. He looked up at the still boy and smiled a mocking smile. "But you didn't listen to me, not that I thought you would because none of Louis' sluts ever leave. It's pathetic that you all fall in love with a man that's a sociopath." Niall chuckled, sliding his hand down towards Harry's pants.

"I'm not in love with him," Harry said quietly, somehow managing to gain the ability to speak. The thought of loving Louis must have repulsed him so much that it snapped him out of the hypnosis enough to tell Niall. But after uttering those words, his eyes fell shut in complete exhaustion.

"Ah, so someone is stubborn enough to fight off the effects for a few seconds. I'm actually quite impressed. You're strong, but that only makes me want to weaken you even more. I want to take all the fight out of you until you give in without a second thought," Niall whispered in his ear, his breath on his neck sending disgust into his heart. "And by the time I'm done with you, you'll want nothing to do with him anymore." Niall chuckled, moving to bite down on Harry's neck harshly. Harry let out a weak whimper, his heartbeat quickening as Niall slid down his body, pressing kisses to his pale skin. He sat up, reaching over to the nightstand and grabbed a roll of duct tape and a gag. He shoved the gag between Harry's plum lips, tying it behind his head tightly, knowing it'll hurt the boy. He grabbed the duct tape and bent Harry's left leg so the back of his calf was touching the back of his thigh, putting tape just below his knee to keep his legs bent. He repeated the process with the other leg, biting his lip at the sight.

Harry was completely helpless and spread out before him and it was such a beautiful sight. He can't wait to wrap him up all in leather and harass him until the boy completely breaks.

"Move." Harry's muscles finally began to move and he struggled as much as he could. He could feel the tight leather that was wrapped around his small wrists began to create welts but he didn't care.

He needed to get out.

"That's right, keep struggling. Your struggles only turn me on more." Niall laughed, positioning himself between Harry's legs. Harry couldn't stop crying, trying with all of his strength to close his legs but Niall kept them spread apart.

Niall released himself from his pants, positioning himself at Harry's entrance.

"Don't forget to relax and enjoy yourself—" Niall laughed as he pushed in. Harry arched his back in pain, trying to get away from Niall who went in all in one go. "—This is the first time of many to come over the next five days." Niall chuckled breathlessly, not believing how tight the emerald-eyed boy was. "God, for a slut you sure feel like a virgin." He placed both hands beside Harry's head and began to thrust into him, grabbing his chin when the boy tried to look away from him.

"Can't stand to look at someone who isn't your boyfriend? I'm not good enough for you?" Niall simpered, gripping Harry's chin tightly as the boy continued to sob with this eye shut tightly. "Look at me." Harry's eyes shot open against his will, those frightening blue eyes biting into his as his thrusts became harder and deeper as the time when on.

"How does he always get such beautiful ones like you?" Niall panted out, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he neared his orgasm. He reached down to grab Harry's length, smirking at the helpless boy below him.

"You're hard?" Niall moves his hands in time with his thrusts, jerking Harry off despite the boy's efforts to get away. "You really are a slut, getting off at being used." Niall leaned into his neck and bit down hard where Harry's neck met his shoulder, thrusting deep and hard into Harry's aching hole.

"Cum," Niall whispered, releasing as he felt Harry tighten around him and release all over his hand. He pressed slow kisses against the boy's skin, watching as his cum trickled out of the boy when he pulled out.

Harry was still, but his eyes were wide and still, tears were flowing freely from his eyes as he stared blankly at the wall.

Niall leaned into his ear and whispered softly to him.

"Get some rest, I'll be back soon for round two."