I went super long for my last one. It's OT5 and a little kinky so enjoy!!

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"I've been busy and he's been mouthy, at best. Just plain rude when it's bad."

Louis sighed and shrugged. "I honestly don't know. Liam's never been like this before."

"I tried to talk to him, I fucked him, I tied him up and left him. I don't think it's enough. I think-" Zayn paused and brushed his hair off his face. "I'm meant to leave for the states tomorrow. I wanted to bring him, but I don't know how much help just me will be."

"I can feel you asking for something without actually asking for it."

Zayn chuckled and nodded, so aware of Louis' insight into him, how well he knew him. "Come with me? Bring the slaves and help me."

"Niall, too?" Louis fiddled with the arm of Zayn's couch. "He's still new. And he's definitely never been with a group before."

Zayn smiled distractedly, eyes lost somewhere between Louis' lips and collarbones. "Liam's fond of him. From that first time you brought him over, Liam has asked about him often, asks if you'll bring him again."

"Yeah?"

"I think Niall might fair better with him than me."

Louis saw the tense set of Zayn's shoulders, the thin line of his lips, and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. "No one is better with him than you, Zee. He's your slave and he loves you."

Zayn tilted his head in thought. "I know." He picked Louis' hand up from his shoulder to place a kiss on his knuckles. "Help me, Lou."

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Zayn and Louis took an earlier flight to set up the hotel room and get settled, while the slaves took a later one. By the time Harry, Liam, and Niall made it to their joined suite, Louis and Zayn were stripped down to just pants and whispering in hushed tones even though they were alone until that point.

Liam was under the impression that this was a lazy holiday for him, a chance to get out of the house and hang out with two of the only people that knew him. He didn't even realize he'd be staying in the same place as his Master and Louis, just that they wanted their slaves within a fair distance to keep an eye on them. But walking in and seeing Louis kissing along the line of Zayn's wing tattoos made things suddenly very clear.

"Sir?"

Zayn's eyes opened heavily as Louis and he both looked over at the three new guests. "Liam," he greeted. "You all made it. How was the flight?"

"Fine, sir. Thank you." Liam was still a bit lost. Like maybe he'd joined something that he wasn't meant to.

"Come here." Zayn waved him over as he kept an easy hand around Louis' waist. "I need to talk to you."

Liam dropped his bag at the door and walked further into the living area with its wide open windows and fancy couches. "Yes, sir?"

As soon as Liam was close enough, Zayn placed a hand to his shoulder and pushed, Liam sliding gingerly to his knees before the two dominant men. "You've been an absolute brat lately." Liam swallowed hard, but stayed silent. "I know I've been a bit absent, but the disrespect you have shown is inexcusable."

Liam lowered his gaze, keeping it level with Zayn's navel. "I'm sorry, sir."

Zayn tugged on Liam's hair, not hard but firm, until Liam looked back up at him. "I'm sorry for not paying you enough attention. I'd like to make it up to you, and in the process you can make it up to me."

Liam's eyes glanced over to Louis then and saw his lips tilt in what Liam knew meant mischief. "Of course, Your Highness."

"Haz, Ni, come here." At Louis' beckon the other two laid their bags down and attended Louis' side. "You slept on the plane like I asked?" They nodded. "Both of you, take Liam and shower. Don't bother getting dressed again."

Niall answered with a smiling, "Yes, sir," while Harry pressed a quick kiss to Louis' cheek and pulled Liam away with them.

Liam was numb, letting Harry and Niall pull his clothes off while he stood, dumbfounded. "I didn't even realize I've been so rude."

Niall hummed in discontent and carded his fingers through Liam's short hair. "Zayn said he gets it. Plus, I'm sure after today you'll be all but forgiven."

"Did you guys know?"

"What? That he was planning an orgy? No," Harry chuckled. "But I'm not surprised. Those two would probably have us live together and perform in bed together nightly if they could."

Niall turned to Harry and waggled his brows. "They could."

"Oh, please. Aren't you even a little nervous?"

Niall shrugged. "Why would I be?"

Harry looked at him expectantly. "When was the last time you slept with multiple people? Even when it's me and Louis only one person touches you at a time."

Niall lifted his chin in defiance. "I'm ready for it, though. Plus, it's not about me today. Liam here has something to prove."

At that, Liam broke his daze and nodded. "We shouldn't keep them waiting."

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Zayn let Louis kiss the stress in his shoulders away until he was pulling Louis against him by the neck and hips. His closest friend broke away and traced his thumb across Zayn's bottom lip. "You didn't tell him about your intentions?"

Zayn shook his head. "If I did, he'd have spent days worrying himself." Zayn pulled Louis through the large open door into one of the bedrooms. He sat them at the end and let Louis pull and bend his fingers idly. "You didn't tell yours."

Louis shook his head. "I wanted it to be a surprise. Harry hasn't been with you in awhile and this is Niall's first with all of us. It's sort of a big deal."

Zayn just made a sound of agreement and laid his head on Louis' shoulder. "Do you think he's mad at me?"

"Probably more mad at himself. That's Liam for you."

"I am sorry."

Zayn's head popped up at Liam's voice. The three of them stood in a line, naked and mostly wet, the end of Harry's hair dripping a little on his shoulders. Liam closed the few steps of space before kneeling in front of Zayn and sliding sure hands under his shirt to rest on his waist.

Zayn combed fingers down Liam's hair to the back of his neck and pulled Liam up to kiss him. "I'm sorry, too. Let me make it up to you while you make it up to me, yeah?"

"Whatever you want."

Zayn hummed in approval and pulled Liam up with him to stand. "On the bed." Liam climbed up, consciously ignoring the pieces of fabric lying next to his pillow. Zayn pulled a long piece of cloth from the pile and instructed, "Hands above your head." Liam complied instantly and laid his hands against the headboard. Zayn knelt on the bed and wrapped the cloth around his wrist and through the fancy design in the wood. Liam watched him longingly, head tilting up to him anytime Zayn got close enough to warrant kissing. Zayn didn't give him any, only tugging on the ties when he was done and getting off the bed.

Louis grabbed his own piece next and leaned over Liam to cover his eyes with it. Liam made a small noise at the sudden darkness, but Zayn's hand was there, caressing over the splatter of hair decorating his chest. "Be good," he reminded. Liam's muscles relaxed, shoulders dropping further into the pillows.

The material was pressing against his ears, muffling the sounds in the room, but Liam could hear Zayn's words clearly. "Ride him. Slow and don't touch him."

Liam's toes curled against his feet as he reminded himself not to shift around on the bed and to wait. Soon enough the bed dipped and warm skin was brushing against his. The weight was familiar, if not his number one choice.

"Hi, Li," Harry greeted and settled on top of Liam's stomach. Liam swallowed down his answer, unsure if talking was on the table right now, and smiled blindly up at the long-limbed boy. "Sir, lube, please." Harry took it from Louis and watched Liam's breath catch at the sound of the lid popping open. He smirked down at him, and when his fingers were slick he dropped the tube and leaned over to kiss the breath back into him as he brought his own hand around and pushed a finger in.

Louis backed up from the bed, going to the end to watch as Harry's long finger slid smoothly inside his body. "Another, Haz," he ordered. Harry groaned into Liam's mouth and pushed his second finger in alongside the first. His fingers stretched open the tight muscles, straining against the digits less and less by the second.

Soon, Harry added a third and his kisses became slow and lazy, letting Liam lead them with his tongue. Louis bit down on his lip and groaned low in his throat at the sight. Then he felt a warm body against his back and delicious pressure on the soft cotton of his pants.

"Let me help," Niall whispered against Louis' shoulder before pressing his lips there.

Louis just nodded and let Niall wrap one arm around his chest and slide the other under his waistband. Louis shuddered against his slave, hips twitching forward without his consent. Niall hummed happily and started lacing the warm, golden skin of Louis' neck with fleeting touches of his lips. His hand moved in slow but sure, strokes over Louis' semi, always glad to have his hands on his Master. Louis thickened quickly under Niall's ministrations, pulsing hot in minutes.

"Enough, Harry. Ride him," Zayn demanded, and Harry pulled his fingers out and grabbed the lube again. Liam was mostly hard now, tip poking Harry's ass cheek like it wanted attention. Harry scooted down and gave it just that, squeezing his wet hand over the length of him. Liam groaned and rocked his hips up for more. "Be still, Liam," Zayn barked and Liam fell back to the bed, lips pressed firmly together in restraint as Harry kept his hand moving, twisting over his head every other stroke.

"Tell me when, sir," Harry requested, but Zayn just watched. His eyes traveled from Liam's forehead, shiny with sweat, down to his prick, going pink already from the need.

"Keep going." Harry nodded and moved his hand a little faster, really tugging Liam off now. Liam dug his heels into the bed and his head into the pillow to keep his sounds and movements under control. "He's so hot, sir. I think he'll come."

"He won't," Zayn assured. "Not if he wants me by the end of the night." Liam's whine signified he'd heard. Harry licked over his lips and shifted on top of him.

"I'd like to now, sir."

Louis laughed behind him, fucking into Niall's fist steadily. "Such a cock slut, my Harry. Always so needy for it."

"I was hoping we'd let Niall have two today, but I think Harry wants it more," Zayn mused.

Niall gasped against Louis' back, hand stuttering on Louis' cock, and pressed his own erection against Louis' ass. "Let Harry have two. I'd like to see that."

Louis let his head fall against Niall's shoulder for a second before pulling him around to his front, pressing his front to Niall's back. "You'll get your turn, Ni. Let's watch Harry fuck himself on Liam's cock for a bit, yeah? Then you can suck me off."

The resounding chorus of groans had Louis pressing a smile to the back of Niall's head. Harry moved up enough to tease the wet head of Liam's dick between his cheeks. "Now, please?"

Louis flicked his eyes over to Zayn, who must have felt the gaze and looked back before nodding. "Go ahead, Harry. Nice and slow remember." Harry used one hand to guide Liam and held himself open with the other, sliding down inch by inch, thighs shaking from the slow drag of it. Harry let himself drop the last couple inches, air whooshing from his chest and making Liam moan out.

"Well," Louis chuckled, "so much for nice and slow."

Harry slumped against Liam's chest, cheek pressed to his pec. "Sorry," he sighed.

Zayn just rolled his eyes fondly and climbed on the bed behind Harry, bracketing Liam's thighs. "Come on, Haz. Slow, just how he likes it."

Liam wanted to scream. That was not how Liam liked it, and Zayn knew it. When Liam got the chance to be inside someone, he could barely hold off for a full minute before giving it to them hard and dirty. He liked nails scratching and hair pulling and moans wailing. Nice and slow was not what he wanted.

Zayn's hands led Harry's hips when Liam's couldn't, still bound and straining against the headboard. Harry planted his hands on Liam's chest and let Zayn lift him up and drag him down, excruciatingly slow.

The tall slave whined all the way down, voice breaking off when he felt the hot, thin skin of Liam's hips again. "Faster," Harry pleaded.

"No." Zayn lifted him up again, bringing him down on Liam just as slowly. He slid a hand from Harry's hips down his ass cheeks and slipped a thumb in alongside Liam's cock. "I'm going to get you loose," he whispered against Harry's neck, but the room was soaked in silence so he knew they could all hear, "so your Master can come and give you his dick, too, since you seem to be so greedy for more today."

Harry shuddered hard, hips moving even in Zayn's firm grasp. His head lolled back on his shoulders and moaned. "Yes, sir, please. Please, give it to me." Zayn pulled his thumb out and slicked up two fingers with lube before pressing one in without preamble. Harry tensed, hand flying to the base of his cock to keep from coming. "Oh, God. Yes," he breathed and pushed back for more.

Zayn just licked his lips and kept his finger moving, wiggling along Harry's hot walls and against Liam's pulsing cock. Liam had his lips between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed at the edge of his blindfold, biting so hard Zayn was sure he'd bleed soon.

"How's that feel, Li?"

Liam's mouth fell open, moan coming out, before his lips stuttered for something to say. Finally, he came up with, "Zayn." A long, drawn out plea for his Master.

Zayn added his other finger and Harry squeezed almost painfully down on them and Liam's cock. His hand gripped harder on his cock, begging his orgasm to hold off. "I'm ready, sir, please. I'm ready."

Zayn stretched his fingers out inside Harry, pulling a moan from both boys as he still led Harry in a drowsy rhythm on Liam's length. "Louis? Are you and Niall hard?"

Louis laughed, a small, tinkling sound that had Zayn smiling, too. "I don't even think that deserves an answer," Louis quipped, and tugged Niall along with him to the bed. Zayn looked up to find Louis' pants tucked under his sac and his cock standing proud, Niall's lips bitten red and chin wet, eyes a bit glassy, and hair mussed.

"Been busy?"

"Just waiting for you to hurry up."

Zayn wondered how he missed the sounds of Niall gagging, of wet cock against lips. He supposed he had the two distractions in front of him to blame. "Niall, I'm sure you're about ready to explode," Zayn teased, eyes on Niall's leaking shaft. Niall bit down to contain his smile, eyes diverting to floor for a second before landing on where Liam and Zayn were pushed inside Harry.

"Not as close as Harry is," he teased back. Harry just whined and clenched again, forehead creased with willpower.

At that, Zayn pulled his fingers out, making Harry gasp and push back desperately. "No, nonono," he cried.

Zayn hushed him and slid easy hands up his sides. "Want Louis?"

Harry made his head turn to his Master, eyes quickly finding his hard cock before licking his lips. "Yes," he breathed.

Louis' lips tilted up and he pulled Niall to him with a hand on his hip. Harry couldn't see his Master's hand anymore but he knew what it was doing a moment later when Niall stuttered a moan and his fingers dug into Louis' shoulder. "Why don't you go make use of Liam's mouth, huh? Have fun." He turned Niall around and sent him off with a smack on the bum. Niall flushed red and climbed on the bed, legs straddling Liam's shoulders.

Liam tugged on his binds when he felt the new weight, so Niall smoothed hands up his arms and rubbed a thumb along his wrists. He bent down and murmured into Liam's hair, "I remember the first and only other time I've been with you, you let me prove myself to Louis." He leaned back up and scooted forward, lifting Liam's head up with one hand and tracing the line of his lower lip with the tip of his length with the other. "Today, I'll let you prove yourself to Zayn. Show him how good you are, make him forgive you."

Flicking his tongue out and licking across Niall's slit, Liam picked up a drop of precome and pulled it back into his mouth. "Come on, Ni," he urged lowly. "I can practically feel how much you want to."

Niall huffed out a barely-controlled breath and pushed between his lips. His mouth dropped open and his eyes squeezed shut as he slid further, then even further until Liam's lips were pressed to his pelvis. He could feel the short, staccato breaths Liam was using not to gag, the scorching heat of his throat. Niall rocked just a little bit further before pulling back and settling into an easy rhythm with Liam's lips pulled tight around him.

Zayn got up off the bed as Louis was pulling his clothes off and taking his place. Zayn followed suit, sliding his pants down his thighs and onto the floor. Louis grabbed the lube and quickly slicked himself up before covering Harry's back and stroking his tip along the valley between Harry's cheeks.

"Gonna take two, Haz? Let me and Liam split you open?"

Harry bucked back on Liam's lap and moaned while shaking his head. "Put it in, Lou," he begged, voice raspy and dangerously low.

Louis scratched his nails against Harry's scalp as he pushed in, Harry's rim opening for him but suffocating around him. "Oh, my God." Louis bit down on Harry's shoulder as he pushed further, teeth digging into skin enough to taste the blood underneath. Louis started rocking gently before he was all the way in, easing himself further and giving Harry and Liam friction. He didn't stay in for long, pulling out and pushing in again, just to feel the drag of Liam's head against his.

He pushed Harry down and growled, "Eat Niall out," before steadying both hands on the small of Harry's back and planting the balls of feet into the bed for leverage. He spread his knees and shoved into Harry's body faster. Harry wiggled under him, head braced against Niall's back to keep from being pushed up Liam's body with the force of Louis inside him. "Now, Harry," Louis demanded. Harry half-whimpered/half-moaned and pushed against the small of Niall's back while pulling his hips towards him, arching Niall enough to get to his hole easily, breath fanning over him. Niall pushed down Liam's throat in the process and fell forward with both hands against the headboard.

"Haz," he gasped and rolled his hips, cock sliding against Liam's tongue. Liam groaned and his hips came off the bed, making Harry cry out and scratch at Niall's hip. Harry took a shaky breath before spreading Niall wide in front of him and burying his face against his hole. Niall's fingers curled through the holes in the headboard, fingertips brushing the fabric around Liam's wrist. "Shit! Harry, Harry, yes." Niall pushed back on Harry's face and then forward into Liam's mouth.

Harry rocked harder back on Louis, making rough, needy sounds as his tongue swirled around Niall's entrance. Liam started squirming, hands pulling incessantly at his holds. He groaned and pushed off the bed as best as he could under three people. Zayn was at his side in a heartbeat, naked with a leisurely hand on his cock. He settled on the bed, mouth next to Liam's ear, and placed his hand around Liam's mouth, fingers pressing into one cheek and thumb into the other. He could feel the slide of Niall's dick under Liam's skin and pressed harder. Niall moaned and rocked faster, almost making Harry lose his grip on his hips.

Zayn licked along Liam's jaw to his ear, pulling on his earlobe with his teeth. "You want to come so bad, don't you?" He kissed just under his ear before biting down on the soft skin. "It must be torture right now. You've got Louis and you both inside Harry's tight body. Niall filling your mouth." Zayn watched a damp spot spread through the fabric over Liam's eyes. "It feels so good you just have to cry for it, baby." Zayn gave him more kisses, watching as saliva dropped down his chin and face. "But you won't come, not yet." Liam nearly sobbed at the news. "When everyone's done. When you have cum in and on your stomach, and you're all dirty and your perfect prick is red and hurting, I'll fill you up without prep and make you come on my cock, yeah?"

Liam was breathing harshly through his nose, chest shaking under Niall's thighs, but he still did his best to nod. Zayn scooted up the bed and laced his fingers into Liam's hair, pulling it idly while he watched the rest of them reach for their orgasms.

Harry was first, breaking away from Niall's wet hole to bite down on the pale skin of his ass as he shook through the waves of release. He sat down on Louis and Liam harder, pressing their blunt heads to his prostate. His hands smeared through his own cum on Liam's stomach when he tried to find a place to hold on to.

Niall gasped at the small pain of Harry's bite and reached a hand behind him to bring Harry back to where he wanted him, swollen lips pressed to his rim. Harry moaned and licked languidly, unable to do much else, but it was enough, sending Niall over the edge with a cry. Liam sputtered as Niall's cum trickled down his throat, but sucked him through it. Niall thrust until he hissed with sensitivity and pulled out, watching the string of spit that connect his cock to Liam's mouth break as he fell to his side onto the bed.

Louis pulled Harry up, encasing him in his arms, to pull him down as he thrust up into him. Harry's fingers were vise like in between Louis', but the rest of his body was pliant, letting Louis use him until his mouth fell open and he stilled deep inside Harry, coating his slave and Liam's dick in his seed. Harry just whimpered when he felt the hot strands hit his warm walls, falling back on Louis' chest loosely.

Leaning Harry forward enough to pull out, Louis hissed at the hot drag on his softening cock. He fell off Liam's body with a delirious laugh, face landing on Niall's thigh. Louis just sighed and nuzzled his face into it more comfortably before reaching up and pulling Harry down on top of him. Harry pressed his face into Louis' neck and laid a hand on Niall's other leg, eyes closing fast and mind slowing.

Louis' hand crept down between Harry's cheeks as he pushed two fingers in without resistance. "God," he marveled. "You're so loose and wet, baby." Harry just whined a little, but didn't resist, as Louis started moving his fingers in tiny, lethargic thrusts. When Louis saw Zayn start to move he halted him. "Wait, Zee, do me a favor first."

Zayn rolled his eyes. "Now?"

"Just grab my phone and take a few pictures for me. Harry hasn't taken two in a long time."

"Really, Tomlinson? How many pictures do you have of Harry's ass already?" But he was already reaching across the barrier of bodies for Louis' phone on the table. He knelt at the end of the bed and held his phone up.

He snapped a couple shots of Louis' fingers buried inside his slave before Louis stopped him. "Wait, hold on." He pulled his fingers out and brought his other hand down to spread Harry's cheek apart. "How loose is he?" Harry moaned into Louis' neck when he felt a trickle of cum drip from his hole, down to his balls, and he spread his legs a little wider.

"Gaping," Zayn smirked, "but you knew that." He got a couple shots of Harry's red hole before Louis couldn't resist and held him open with one hand and pushed his two fingers back in. "Haz, you must be sore," Zayn noted.

"I'm alright," Harry conceded and rolled his hips gingerly on Louis' fingers. Louis smiled brightly and kissed Harry's hair, murmuring quiet confessions of pride and love into his curls.

Zayn dropped the phone gently on Harry's back and said, "Enjoy those," before moving back over to a fidgeting, still blind, still bound, Liam. He didn't waste any time now in folding Liam's legs up and pulling the lube out from under Niall's hip. "You've been so good for me, Liam." Liam just sighed tiredly. "I know you want to come. Just let me get my cock in you, yeah? Give you what you want."

Liam nodded and spread his legs wider for his Master. "Please, Zayn." Liam's voice was hoarse, thanks to Niall and the general need that swam hot in his veins.

Zayn bent down and took his lips in a searing kiss as he pushed against Liam's hole. It didn't give easy, but Liam would always be easy for Zayn; so once he got his head inside, Liam just bit down on Zayn's lip and let him slide the rest of the way in one molasses slow, but smooth, glide. Once Zayn's hips met Liam's ass, his hands unclenched from his binds and his body melted into the bed.

"You feel amazing, Li." Zayn whispered the words into Liam's mouth and circled his hips in small figure eights to get Liam adjusted to him. "I'm sorry I've been distant. I love you, Li. So much."

Liam surged up and took another kiss, biting and desperate. He wrapped a leg around Zayn's waist, heel hooked over his ass. When he broke the kiss, panting for air, he begged, "Make me come, sir."

Zayn growled against his lips before bracing himself on his forearms and starting up a none-too-easy rhythm into Liam's exhausted body. "You're the best, Liam, the absolute best. My best." He moved faster, kissing more half-formed sentences into Liam's mouth. He reached a hand between them and curled a loose fist around Liam's prick. Liam sucked in a shocked breath and cried out on the exhale. "Hurts?" Liam nodded, mouth trembling. "Still want to come?" Another nod, more firm this time. "Can you come untouched or do you need me?"

"I- God. I don't know. I need you."

Zayn nodded, lips brushing against Liam's. "Okay, baby. Come on." He took Liam more firmly in his hand, strokes smooth from lube and cum. Liam still hissed with the pain, but his cock was twitching in Zayn's hand and he could feel how Liam tightened around his cock. Zayn increased his pace, angling to hit that spot inside his slave.

Liam arched off the bed when he did. "Oh shit." Liam licked over his dry lips and nodded eagerly. "Like that, Zee. Please."

Zayn reveled in the grip of Liam's body, heat building to a boil inside him. "Come with me, babe." Liam took in a few shaky breaths before his body tensed and arched into Zayn as he shot ropes of white between them. Zayn groaned at the new level of tightness and stuttered a few broken thrusts before joining Liam, filling him as his hand left Liam's dick and scratched down his chest instead.

Liam's prick spurted a bit more at that before he fell still under Zayn. Zayn kissed him again and again as he pulled out, mumbling words of encouragement as he did. He reached up long enough to undo the knot before falling on top of Liam ungracefully. Liam got his wrists free and pulled the blindfold off, blinking at the light of the room.

"I think I'm dead."

Zayn laughed at Liam's summary, agreeing more than anything. Harry was snoring lightly on Louis' chest, Niall was brushing Louis' sweaty fringe off his face, and earning lazy circles on the skin of his thigh in return. Zayn slid onto his side as he pulled Liam to him, chest to chest, for lazy kisses that led nowhere but sleep.

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LAST ONE!!!! VOLUME II IS DONE!!

Same as last time, after a bit of a break all requests will transfer to Vol III. But I'm not taking any new ones bc I've already got enough to fill the next Volume. Thank you sooooo much for the reading and the support. You guys rock!!

You've made it through the Madhouse.

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