Sweet Jesus. Hey guys. Sorry this is late. School started up again this semester and with four Lit classes and Econ, I've got my reading and writing hands full. I will do my very best to stay on schedule but bear with me.

Anyway, the chapter. Here it is...it's awful. Like filthy and terrible and makes your skin crawl, awful. SKIP IF YOU NEED TO! I'll do a brief recap at the bottom. Next chapter won't be better. Actually just know the story is a black hole at this point. 

Enjoy? xo

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Louis's fingers skirted along Liam's waistband and the slave under him shuddered. The blue-eyed man leaned down and pressed his mouth to Liam's ear. "For Zayn, Li, please. I'm trying to get you home to him."

Liam whimpered but Louis felt his imperceptible nod. Louis sighed out, relieved and kept going. He encouraged, "Think about him. Imagine it's his hand holding you," as he slipped under the fabric and circled his fingers around Liam's soft dick. Louis winced when a pained sound slipped from Liam's lips again but he pushed on.

"Tell me, Liam. How does Zayn touch you?" he whispered, praying Marcus didn't hear him.

"I-" Liam gasped and Louis finally felt the first inclination of arousal. "Lower," Liam huffed, more air than words. Louis obeyed and slid his hand down to the base of Liam's shaft and tugged. Liam moaned then turned and hid his face in his shoulder, embarrassment bright red on his cheeks.

"That's good, so good, Liam. Like this?" Louis urged and twisted his wrists as he tugged harder. Liam squeezed his eyes shut tight but nodded shortly. "What else? What else does Zayn do for you?"

Liam's chest twitched with a sob and he shook his head. "I can't," he breathed. He lifted his eyes and bore them straight into Louis's. "Help me," he begged, broken and needy and Louis felt tears sting at the backs of his eyes.

Louis lurched forward and took up Liam's entire field of view. "I've got you," he soothed, hand still but he let his thumb caress the underside of his length. "I won't let anything bad happen to you, Liam. I promise. You're getting out of here." He ducked down and pressed his lips to Liam's who opened for them like the touch-starved mess that he was.

"You, too," Liam assured, but Louis just tilted his lips into a ghost of a smile.

"We'll see. Let's focus on you for now."

Marcus tangled his fingers in Louis's hair and yanked his head back, momentarily blinding Liam with the room light and making Louis yelp. "I thought you came to prove your worth, Lou. If you can't even get one useless slave off then what good are you to me?"

"I can, sir," Louis ensured. "I will."

Marcus let him go with a shove and sat down on the edge of the bed, too close for Louis's comfort. "Then get on with it," the Master ordered, sounding bored.

Louis nodded, eyes still on Liam. "I've got you," he promised one more time before moving his hand again. Liam stuttered on a moan and Louis felt the blessed thickening of his dick. "There you go, Li. So good."

"Slide his pants down," Marcus instructed coldly. "I want to see my prize get hard."

Louis bit down on a rebuttal and leaned forward to take up Liam's view again. "I'm right here," he confirmed and kissed him harder, aiming Liam's focus on the wet slide of their lips while he pushed his thin boxer briefs down his hips as far as he could with Liam's legs tied to the bed.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, Li." Louis pried Liam's mouth open gently and soaked up the other slave's sigh as their tongue slid together. Louis started stroking him with purpose, silently praising all the gods that he could feel the hot pulse of blood filling Liam.

Liam's hips shifted on the bed and Louis could tell he was forcing himself to keep as still as he could. Louis slid a hand down Liam's chest and tugged at a nipple just as he bit down sharply on Liam's bottom lip. Liam groaned and arched into him, breaking their kiss to pant, "Again."

Louis kissed him harder with pride and pinched his nipple between his fingers and twisted, relishing Liam's deep moan. He moved down Liam's body to get his mouth on the other pert nipple, twisting them both while Liam's let his head tilt back and his eyes fluttered shut.

They might actually pull this off. Liam was brilliant, perfect. He could see why Zayn was so obsessed. Louis wished he'd gotten to experience this under vastly different circumstances but at least he was going to get Liam home. He was somehow making Liam feel good in the worst moments of his life and if they did well enough, it would be Liam's ticket out of here.

Louis let his eyes fall shut, too, focusing on the task at hand. He kept his grip firm on Liam's dick, twisting and thumbing just under his head as he licked and nibbled at Liam's chest. They were good; they were really good at this.

Just when Louis started to feel the slick warning of precome on his hands, Liam whimpered again and instantly started to go soft in Louis's grip. The blue-eyed slave lifted his head in confusion and saw Liam's eyes open again, looking at Marcus.

Shit. He should've stayed between them so Liam wouldn't have to see the demon. Louis turned his head and looked at Marcus, who still had his phone up and recording but had also taken his cock into his other hand and started to get himself off.

Louis scurried up his body to block his view but Liam was already shaking his head and only getting softer by the second. "I can't," he whispered and Louis shook his head.

"You have to, Li. For Zayn."

Liam squeezed his eyes shut and rocked his hips into Louis's fist a couple times. Louis could see the sheer force of will, how hard he was trying, but then Liam's mouth began to quiver and he went loose on the bed. "I can't."

"Well, that is unfortunate," Marcus snapped and stood from the bed.

Louis cursed himself, Marcus, the whole night internally and looked back over his shoulder. "I can," he assured. "You know I can."

Marcus picked the gun up from where he'd left it by the door and sauntered back over to the bed. Louis felt the icy chill of fear settle in his bones. "It seems to me like you've lost your touch, Lou baby."

Louis shook his head, frantic and pleading. "No, just hold on. I can make him come. I swear."

Marcus sighed like he was actually considering it even though Louis knew he held the slave's opinion in the lowest regard. "How about this? You have five minutes, starting..." Marcus flicked his eyes to the clock on the wall. "Now. If you can't make the toy come then I shoot you for wasting my time. Deal?"

"Thank you," Louis urged because he didn't really have any other choice. He turned back to Liam and leveled him seriously. "Liam, I know this sucks, but I need you to do this for me. Now." Liam nodded but didn't move, stayed frozen and waiting. Louis huffed and ordered, "Close your eyes. Picture Zayn. Don't open them until I say."

Liam nodded again and did as he was told. Louis crawled down the bed and didn't waste a second before taking Liam into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make Liam gasp in surprise. He employed every trick he'd ever learned, praying to deities he didn't believe in to grant him mercy and favor.

Liam was at least thankfully hard again, but Louis knew he was nervous by the twitch in his fingers and the clench of his jaw. Louis reached one hand up to toy with Liam's now puffy nipple and the other to tug and massage his balls. It wasn't discrete and it wasn't sexy, but it was powerful and, hopefully, it would push Liam out of his head.

The tied-down slave moaned and rolled his hips against Louis's face. Yes, Louis wanted to scream. Finally. Just like that, Liam. He swiped his tongue rewardingly back and forth across the thick vein that slithered up Liam's length. Liam tugged on his binds, then obviously remembered where he was, but he dutifully didn't open his eyes and Louis lowered down as another reward.

The blunt tip of Liam's cock brushed Louis's throat and he relaxed around it to let it slip deeper. Liam moaned, almost painfully deep, and curled his hands around the rope that kept him bound, clenching hard. Louis could taste him on his tongue now, but he didn't know how long they had left. All he could do was swallow rhythmically around Liam's cockhead, toy with his aching nipples and press hard, soothing circles against his perineum.

Liam was quivering, shaking in his binds and Louis knew they were close. They'd were going to do it. He couldn't believe they were-

"Time's up." 

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Congrats to those that skipped. Basically, Marcus forces Louis to get Liam off in exchange for his life. They try real hard but understandably Liam can't quite get there. Just when Louis thinks he's done it, Marcus calls "time's up".

Once again, sorry for the delay. See you next (this?) week. Mwah! Xoxo, Jess