Evil Deeds

Niall didn't come back the rest of the night, much to Harry's relief. Harry fell asleep with his legs still taped up and his arms still cuffed, very aware of the tingling feeling of losing circulation in his limbs.

When he woke up the next morning, however, his arms and legs weren't tingling and they were no longer tied up. He was curled up, the feeling of heavy metal on his left ankle. The lights were on, but he could see a flash from behind his eyelids. As he sat up, a clicking noise became apparent and his face paled when he saw lens pointed at his naked body.

"W-What are yo—"

"Oh! I'm glad you're awake!" Niall exclaimed, walking over to the boy. Harry crawled away from him, trying to cover himself as best as he could. Niall frowned, setting the camera on the table. "Don't run away, I need to take some pictures to show, Louis," Harry let out a gasp as his eyes widen.

Was he insane? He's doing this and he willingly wanted to show Louis?

"Do you have a death wish?" Harry asked, his astonishment forcing him to blurt out his thoughts. His face paled as Niall frowned, his eyebrows furrowing together in anger.

"Why do you think you can speak so freely towards me?" Niall spat out, grabbing the chain that was attached to Harry's ankle and tugged him to the end of the bed. Harry winced in pain as the metal dug harshly into his skin, red marks appearing instantly. He grabbed Harry's arms and tied them together, not caring to avoid the welts he created yesterday that had the boy wincing in pain. Despite Harry's struggles to get away, Niall was able to maneuver him so he was bent over his lap.

"I need something else to piss him off, so endure as much as you can." Harry has no time to respond as Niall slapped his bum harshly, pain sending through his ass and spine. He was still hurting from yesterday.

"P-Please, stop—"

"C'mon, I barely did anything. For such a big guy, you sure do complain about pain a lot," Niall chuckled, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he landed another slap to Harry's bum. "Wow, you're already turning red. As soon as I saw you, I guessed that you bruise easily. I judging by this—" he lands another slap down on his flesh, licking his lips at how his ass jiggled, "—I guess I was right." Harry tried to turn and glare, but Niall forced his head back down harshly. Harry felt Niall lean away and then lean back so he was sitting upright. Harry was about to question him when he felt intense pain.

"W-What is that?" Harry panted out, still trying to wiggle away. He felt another slap, but this time more towards his thighs. He tried so hard to not let out any noise, knowing that this man got a sick satisfaction out of it, but he couldn't hold back the whimper that escaped his lips as another blow was delivered on the same spot.

"Just a paddle. I was going to use a wooden one but I like this leather one better. Gives the same effect as a whip but leaves a thicker mark. And that's exactly what I want." Harry bit down harshly on his lip as he kept getting hit, each one seeming to be harder than the last.

By the time Niall was done, Harry couldn't help but sob in pain. His ass was stinging not only from today, but he was still hurting so much from yesterday. He felt like his ass and lower back was on fire, and he just knew that he had marks and bruises covering him.

He flinched in fear as Niall ran a hand through his curls, his other hand rubbing over his hot skin.

"Louis' going to hate this." Niall chuckled, groping the bruised skin. Harry let out a small cry of pain, not really being able to speak properly. He lost the ability to tell him to stop a while ago.

Harry doesn't fight as Niall pushed him off of his lap and onto the floor, only hissing in pain. Niall grabbed his curls harshly and tugged him up so he was on his knees between the older lad's legs. Harry was forced to look in those blue eyes by the grip in his hair and felt his tears flow harder as Niall unzipped his pants.

"You're going to be a good boy and suck me off, okay? If you do a good job, I'll get you some ice for your ass to cool you down." Harry didn't care though. He decided to ignore the pain he was feeling and kept his mouth firmly shut. He didn't want to give in, he couldn't, not after everything he's been through.

Niall rubbed his tip against Harry's swollen lips from his biting to keep himself quiet. He rolled his eyes and slapped Harry in the face, tugging on his curls harder. He brought their faces close together, their lips centimeters apart.

"You are one stubborn slut. I don't understand how he has the patience to put up with you." Harry glared back at him and spit in his face. Niall released his grip and Harry fell down on the ground, glaring harshly at Niall.

"I'm not a slut." He growled out with anger burning in his tear-filled eyes. Niall pushed him down and straddled him, putting both hands on his neck and began to strangle him with a smirk.

"You're the biggest slut Louis' ever had and he's had enough to run his own brothel." Niall chuckled, grinding down on the boy as his face started to turn blue. His tied up hands were clawing at the ones slowly trying to kill him, but he could do nothing to get free.

'I'm going to die.'

'We're not that lucky.'

'Besides, even if you do, you can always watch Louis kill him from the other side.'

'That's nice.'

'I wanna see him hurting.'

'Maybe Louis will cut off his dick too.'

'Hopefully.' Harry thought and if it wasn't for his darkening vision, he may have been shocked by his own thought.

He felt himself beginning to lose consciousness when Niall suddenly let go.

Harry coughed and desperately gasped in air, his lungs hurting as he breathed in. He felt a pounding headache set in and his vision was still blurry. He didn't have much time to catch his breath before Niall shoved himself between Harry's lips.

"Be a good boy and suck like the whore you are." Niall laughed, thrusting his hips as Harry choked and tried to get away. Niall grabbed his hair once again and used it as leverage to fuck Harry's mouth, his moans becoming louder the more that Harry struggled. Tears once again made an appearance as Harry tried to push him away.

"You know, you are pretty cute when you cry, why do you try so hard to be strong when being weak suits you so much better?" Niall panted out, thrusting his hips faster. He rubbed his thumb against Harry's cheek and shoved himself down Harry's throat as far as he could as he came.

Harry tried to tug his head away from Niall to spit it out but Niall only covered his mouth and pinched his nose.

"Swallow it," Niall commands, smirking as Harry's face began to turn red for the second time because of him. Harry winced as he swallowed, trying to get as much air in his lungs as he could. When Niall got off of him, he curled onto his side and went into fetal position, trying to shield himself from those terrifying eyes.

He flinched as Niall picked him up and put him on the bed. He began to shake as the man lit another incense and waved the smoke over to him. Harry tried to breath out of his nose but Niall once again covered his mouth, making it impossible to breathe.

"It's just going to help you sleep, goodnight," Niall whispered, pressing soft kisses to his neck as he moved to spoon Harry from behind, his hand still covering the boy's mouth. Harry felt his eyes beginning to drop and his senses began to dim as he slipped into unconsciousness.