LAST PART. ENJOY!

The next night Niall blew off the club and stayed upstairs all night watching porn. He watched all his favorites and barely raised his flag to half mast. He pumped and fingered himself through nearly two hours of video, but couldn't get there. He fell asleep horny and upset.

The next night he went back to the bar and let the first bloke who complimented his hair get upstairs. He needed someone, anyone, to take his mind off Liam. This guy wasn't as big as Liam, or as fit, but maybe that's why he picked him. The guy was good, probably really good if Niall was into it, but he wasn't. He let the guy finish and shoo'd him away without coming himself.

The next day Niall gripped his hair in his hand and finally decided to look into everything. He sat down with his laptop and looked up Dom/sub porn. He made it two minutes into the first video before soiling his joggers, to which he slammed the laptop shut and cried.

The next day he sought out the address of an under the radar place that might be able to help him. He swung open the big iron door and walked into a surprisingly well lit lobby with a smiling secretary.

"Hello. Do you have an appointment?" she asked as Niall approached.

"Uh, yeah. I called earlier 'bout this being me first time," he informed her in a hushed tone.

"Of course, I remember. Right this way Mr. Horan."

"If you could, don't use me name."

"Oh I apologize. I assumed that was a fake name. Most aren't willing to share their real names in the first place. What would you like to be called?"

Niall bit his lip and shut his eyes tight as he choked out, "Baby."

The woman gave a small kind laugh as she led them down the hall. "That's for your Dom, but I meant for those of us not treating you."

"Oh right, sorry. Um, Mr...uh, Glass is fine."

"Don't worry, Mr. Glass, it's your first session so it'll be short and sweet. Well, here's your room. Your profile has been given to your Dom ahead of time so I'm sure you'll enjoy it. Have fun." She opened the door and Niall walked through to see so many things he couldn't think straight.

There were chains hanging from the ceiling, and whips, cuffs, straps, and so many other things lining the walls. In the middle was a flat table with restraints. Niall heard the door on the other end open and in walked a man in a pair of tight black pants and nothing else. He was well built and had short brown hair, just like Niall requested. In his hand was a folder.

"Get undressed." Niall opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off. "Don't talk. Sit down." Niall hesitantly made his way to the table and stripped his clothes before he sat on the edge. "Niall?" Niall nodded. "Sign these release forms." He handed Niall the folder. Niall gulped but put his John Hancock on the couple of papers. The man must've seen Niall's fear because he said, "Look at me." Niall's eyes shot up. "You'll be fine. I'll take good care of you."

The man set the folder on a shelf on the far wall and grabbed a long leather strap off the wall. "Lay down."

"Um, excuse me?" Niall hesitated.

"Yes?"

"You read me profile, right?"

"I did."

"So you know...um, what I want?"

"Baby, I know exactly what you need. Now lay down, or I'll be forced to punish you."

Niall whimpered and nodded. He laid back on the slightly cold surface and closed his eyes, taking long calming breaths. He couldn't believe he was doing this. But he told them his safe word and he can duck out at any time. He has to know if this is for real. If this is the only way he can get off from now on.

Niall felt the leather strap against his shoulders and opened his eyes. The man, his Dom, was pinning his shoulders to the table. He pulled it tight and buckled it so Niall couldn't move. He let out a studder of breath when he tried. Then his legs were being being pushed wide and his ankles locked into the restraints on the table.

Niall pointed and flex his feet at the sensation. Finally one more strap was buckled over Niall's hips and wrists. He could feel the haze start to settle already and they'd barely started.

"Already so pink for Daddy. Look how good you look, baby."

Niall loved the words but the voice was wrong. He whined his frustrations and chewed on his cheek trying to get comfortable. Niall watched as his Dom picked up a fabric blindfold, just like he asked for, from a shelf. Niall watched as he put it on until it went dark, then he let his eyes fall closed, his mind going back to that night, the feeling of Liam's fingers tying the knot.

Now that visuals were gone he could imagine the rough hands running over his chest were little softer and belonged to someone else. The hand trailed down to his cock, hard and standing proud, and pressed it down against his leg. Niall arched as best he could in the binds and moaned.

Then the hand squeezed around his cock and Niall's whole body flinched in pleasure. "Yeah," he whispered.

"Love when Daddy touches you, don't you? You're so hard for me. You want it so bad, don't you, baby? Tell me how bad you want it."

Niall could barely breath, much less form coherent sentences, when the man was toying with his cock and teasing his balls. But Niall knew if he didn't try he'd get punished, so he just spoke whatever was in his mind.

"So good. I love it, Daddy. It hurts. Please, Liam, it hurts." Niall clamped his mouth shut when he realized what he said.

But his Dom didn't seemed to mind, or politely ignored it. "I know you love it when it hurts. I can tell you want it really hard. Daddy'll be sure to make it hurt."

Niall whined and tried to curl in on himself but couldn't. Next thing he knew he felt a bunch of long strips on his stomach. A second later it was gone and replaced with a sharp smack across his chest. Niall yelled and thrashed on the table. The flogger came down again, swiping across his thighs. Niall groaned and dribble precome down onto his hip.

His mind was twisting and dark. He couldn't make sense of what was happening. He couldn't stop hearing Liam's voice in his head and feeling his touch even though he wasn't there. "Liam, Li, please."

"What do you want, baby?"

It wasn't Liam's voice that spoke, Niall knew that, but he heard his voice anyway. "More, please, Daddy." The flogger came down harder this time followed closely by another hit. Niall was finally feeling what he felt that night, but now instead of hating it and pushing it away, he asked for it, begged even. He didn't want to waste time, he could be getting more, asking him to stop.

Hits were raining down all over his body now. His thighs twitched and his hands were balled up into fists. He was producing a steady stream of precome and shifting his hips like he could feel Liam inside him. "Daddy, please. I'm so close."

"Don't you dare come until I say."

"Liam, please it hurts. Let me come. Let me come. Oh God, it hurts so bad."

Then the man's hand was back to his cock, squeezing the base with a tight grip, enough to hurt just on the right side of good. "Beg me to come."

Niall moaned and shuddered, "Please, please. Let me come. I need- I'm a good boy. Please, I'm so good. Need-"

Niall screamed when the hand started moving at a brutal pace over his aching cock, making him spurt cum up his abdomen to his chin in seconds. The hand slowed and then disappeared. Soon his ankles were unbuckled, followed by his waist, and then his shoulders. Last to come off was the blindfold. Niall's eyes adjusted to the light and saw the man standing over him with the supplies in his arms. He delivered it back to the shelves and came over to help Niall stand.

Once he was steady and redressed, the man gave him a clap on the shoulder. "Hey mate, I don't know your life, obviously, but I hope this Liam fellow is taking good care of you. I've had a lot of clients and I can see when someone's already," he smirked, "tied down."

Niall left with more questions then he came with.

***

The next day Liam had sex with Sophia five times. She ended up calling sick to work because Liam refused to let her leave until he came. Which he didn't. Sophia moaned and squealed and orgasmed all day, but Liam couldn't seem to get what he needed from her. He waved it off as guilt.

The day after that he stayed in bed, under the covers, alone in their house, all day. He made it all the way to two pm before his mind wandered too far and bright blue eyes and a red blush creeped into his vision. Liam came three times that day.

By the fourth day Liam was a mess. Sophia and Louis and Zayn were in his ear about the wedding. It was only three days to the biggest day of his life but he couldn't muster up the enthusiasm everyone seemed to have. Liam told Sophia and work he was just sick and trying to get better by the big day. She cooed at him and made him tea and tucked him in before she went to work.

Liam only stayed home for an hour or so before his entire brain was about to explode. He had to get out. The streets were nearly empty and the wind was bitter, but Liam felt better now that he was out of that place. His walk took him past a little shop that Liam tried to ignore, he really did, but entered anyway.

"Hey there, what can I help you with today?"

Liam's head snapped away from a shiny pair of intricate lace-up cuffs to the store associate. "Just looking. Thanks."

"Let me know." With that he was left to explore. Liam went down aisles of stuff: clamps, vibrators, whips, plugs, masks. Liam was pressing the seam of his zipper thinking about Niall's milky skin bound in a vibrant blue rope he saw.

He left with a few new toys and a million new questions.

Liam was getting married tomorrow. Sophia was spending the day getting her nails and eyebrows, and whatever else happens when women do that sort of thing together, done. Louis and Zayn were taking him out tonight. Just for a casual night at some pub for good food and good beer and good chit chat.

Right now it was only four and Liam was literally itching in his skin. Instead of going away, the urge to see Niall had only be growing all week. Before he even realized it, he was in the car and driving downtown to the gay bar with the low lights and hot bar tender.

The doors were unlocked but there was only a couple people inside. Apparently it was a lounge during the day. Musicians were playing where the DJ would soon be. Cocktails were being served instead of shots. But the same blond hair was setting the glasses down on the wood.

Niall looks up at the arrival of a new customer and froze when he saw the person he'd dreamt about every night since, and gotten off to dozen of times this week.

"What are you doing here?" Niall choked out.

"I'm getting married tomorrow."

Niall wasn't expecting that. "Oh."

"I'm getting married to a beautiful, sweet, sexy, smart woman and I'm dreading it."

Niall looked even more confused than before. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"I'm getting married tomorrow and I can't stop thinking about the bar tender. The good boy who made me feel more alive than I've ever felt in my life." Niall swallowed at 'good boy' but kept a still face. "I know you hate me for what I did, and I can't apologize enough for taking advantage of you, but thank you. You've made me see something so important about myself. I'm a completely different person than I thought."

Liam leaned on the bar and let his head fall between his shoulders. "I can't get married. Not knowing what I know now. Sophia deserves someone who can love her in every way, and that's not me anymore," Liam's voice lowered as he leaned in and continued, "I loved being inside you. I loved the feeling on your dick in hand. I can't stop seeing your face in my head. Tying you up and hearing those noises. God, baby, you were so amazing for me." Liam stopped rambling and looked back up at Niall.

Niall was panting but trying to keep his breath even. His face was flush and sweaty. His hands were fists on the wood. Liam gave him a long once over and growled. "Are you hard right now?" Liam asked in that voice that Niall knew, just from their short time, meant trouble. He nodded shortly. Liam's eyes darkened in that way that made Niall's heart flip inside him.

"I can't," Niall whispered, his voice cracking. "This is bad."

Liam's entire body deflated and he took a step back from the bar. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come." Liam turned and walked away from the blond. Niall scratched his fingers through his hair, his face scrunching up in indecision. He let Liam get all the way to the door before calling out to him.

"Daddy. Please stay."

Liam's eyes fell closed and he released a breath before turning around. "Baby."

Welp, that's it. Fun little Niam journey there. Hope you liked it.

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