WARNING: pretty heavy BDSM

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Harry, we're doing a video with a bunch of the girls from the house. It's simple, just a joke of how you're dating them all.

This is the scene where you do your thing with the girl. You know, just get really close and make it believable.

It's easy; just take the girl out for dinner. Buy her dessert and we'll drop her off back at her home.

This is necessary, Harry. Taylor is good for your image. She's got a lot she can do for the band.

Harry, it's not a big deal. She's pretty, anyone would want to date her. Plus, you're already friends, so just...be friendly.

Do it, Harry, or we can't guarantee the future of this band. And do it right this time; no gay innuendos and just-just be normal, Styles.

"Coming, Haz? Niall's cooking. Somehow he managed to get real food into the hotel," Zayn informed.

Harry shook his head and pulled his legs up on the bed to fold under him. "Not hungry."

"How can you not be hungry? You haven't eaten since yesterday morning." Harry just shrugged and fell back on the large hotel bed, curling up with arms coming around to cover his torso.

Louis stormed in with wide arms and a loud greeting. "It smells like heaven in there, boys. What are we waiting for?" Louis stopped short when he saw Harry in a ball on the bed. "Harold? Why aren't you motivating?"

"He doesn't want to go. Not hungry."

"Seriously? Harry," Louis knelt on the bed and turned Harry on his back before throwing a leg over his hips and settling on top of his body, "you're always begging for good food on tour."

Harry just mumbled so Louis rolled his eyes and pulled Harry up as he climbed off the bed. Harry let a smile tilt on his lips as Louis gave him a quick peck to the corner of his mouth before following them over to Niall and Liam's suite. Liam was busy grabbing small pieces of food from the skillet, with his arms around Niall's smaller frame, and feeding them to him. Niall took the bite and then sucked Liam's thumb clean after.

"Almost ready?" Zayn asked with a pinch to Niall's nipple. Niall squawked and swatted his hand away but nodded.

"Nearly. Go set the table, wanker."

Zayn frowned dramatically until Niall pulled him in for a quick kiss. Zayn quirked a brow and went to do what Niall asked. Louis was pulling Harry with him into the kitchen as Liam grabbed salt off the counter behind them.

"Harry, finally. Where have you been?" he asked.

"Asleep."

"All day?" He put the back of his hand to Harry's cheek. "Are you sick?"

Harry shrugged him off. "I'm fine, Li. Let it go."

Louis and Liam shared a look and Louis shrugged sadly. "Okay, Haz. I hope you feel better."

They ate together, the four of them talking casually about tour and FIFA while Harry tried his best to look interested. He loved these boys and he couldn't figure out why he couldn't shake the heavy feeling in his stomach, the way his shoulders hung. It wasn't until Harry tried to beg off early as the boys sat down for a movie that they really started worrying.

"Just tell us what it is, Haz?" Niall begged. "Did we do something?"

Harry felt the pressure in his chest increase as he shook his head. "Of course not. You-you're all perfect."

Liam got up from the couch and placed sure hands on Harry's waist. "Then what is it?"

Harry pushed meekly at Liam's chest, but he didn't budge. "Let me go, Li."

Louis got up and came around to press against Harry's back, hand firming holding Harry's shoulder. "What it is; it'll kill you if you don't talk about it."

Harry felt it then, the damn start to crack. He always swore it wasn't a big deal; it didn't matter what they thought, only what his boys thought. But he'd started to wonder what they really thought. "You know I love you, right?" he whispered to the room.

At that, the other two got up and surrounded Harry in a tight circle. Harry wasn't sure why he suddenly felt safer. "Harry, of course we know. And you know we love you," Zayn assured.

Harry nodded even as his eyes got blurry with tears. He did know, if nothing else, he knew that. So why did it feel like he was letting them down somehow? "I never wanted it to be like this," he mumbled.

Liam's hand moved up to his face and forced him to look at him. "What do you mean? Us? You don't like the way we are?"

Harry's eyes widen at what he'd implied. "No! God, no!" Harry hurried to deliver a kiss to Liam's cheek in apology before letting his head fall to his shoulder. Liam wrapped his arms around him when he felt Harry start to shake with tears.

"It's okay, Haz. We-"

"It not okay!" He screamed into his shoulder and landed a weak fist against his chest. Then he pushed off him and fell back into Louis, who took a tight hold of his arms to balance them. Harry yanked his arms out from his grip and pushed him away as well. His eyes got darker and his breathing fast as anger filled his lungs. "Nothing about me is okay!"

Louis went to try and grab for him again but Harry thrashed and nearly hit him in the face. "Harry, calm down," he reprimanded sternly.

Harry didn't. It only made him lash out and push Niall away before leaving the middle of the circle. "I'm not meant to be like this!"

The other boys gave each other looks of worry before Zayn sighed and grabbed Liam. Together they came up behind where Harry was hitting the thin hotel wall and grabbed his wrists. Harry yanked and tugged but Zayn and Liam turned him to face the other boys and pushed him to his knees, wrists locked in their grips.

Harry hung his head and let the tears flow, arms hanging from his boyfriend's hold, not unlike a man about to be sacrificed. "I don't know what to do," he finally whispered to the quiet room.

Niall came and lifted Harry's chin up to look at him. Harry's eyes were rimmed red and his cheeks were tracked with half dry streaks of tears. "We'll take care of you, Harry." Harry's entire body seemed to relax at the news, his shoulders falling easily and the knit between his brow smoothing out.

This wasn't a daily thing, but it wasn't the first time either. Niall remembered how tortured Harry got after they performed What Makes You Beautiful on television for the first time. Harry was tense and angry towards all of them. Then one night Louis took him away and the next morning he was fine. That was before the five of them.

But he was there when Louis got Eleanor, and Niall was the one Harry bombarded with his fists and hurt. Louis told him what he had to do, said to use the other guys for help. Niall only nodded solemnly and took Harry to his room. The next morning he was asking if anyone wanted breakfast burritos.

They've only done this a handful of times, but they were experts by now, knowing how to give Harry exactly what he needed. Tonight would be no different than those handful of other times that they don't talk about. Niall was just glad it was the five of them now.

Louis came up to Harry and gripped a hearty handful of hair, yanking it to make Harry's look at him. Harry winced but then his eyes slipped half closed and he looked up at the first one he fell for in this band. "Are you going to be good for us tonight?"

It might seem like foreplay or dirty talk, but one of them made sure to ask every time. Because Harry's answer could be no, and if it was then how they handled this would go in a very different direction. Louis wasn't sure he brought the tools for a "no" night. 

Luckily Harry licked across his lips and nodded. "Yes, sir."

Louis let go of his hair and trailed his hand down Harry's cheek. "Good." He looked up to the rest of them. "I'll go get my bag." He left without another word and Harry looked to the others with desperate questions in his eyes.

Zayn kept his hold on Harry's wrist, but slid his other hand down Harry's bare arm to the soft cotton on his shoulder. He slipped his fingers under Harry's collar and pressed his fingertips into the meat of Harry's pec. "Take this off," he instructed and Harry instantly yanked on his restraints, in excitement now instead of anger.

Harry ducked his head when they let him go, but Niall lifted his chin again. "Look at me." Harry kept his glassy eyes locked on the blond as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it away. Niall bent over and rewarded Harry with a kiss, quick and light. Harry whined and leaned in for more as Niall's lips retreated, but Liam came around his front raised a hand before he brought it down across Harry's face. Harry gasped but then signed out slowly, tension leaving his body. "Take what I give you," Niall warned and Harry nodded quickly, eyes struggling to stay on his boyfriend.

Louis returned then, Adidas gym bag over his shoulder. Harry's back straightened at the sight of it and he scooted hastily towards him on his knees. Liam yanked him back by his shoulder while his other hand came around Harry's neck, fingers squeezing the soft skin of his neck. Harry halted at the new hold and his eyes fell closed as he felt his air ways get smaller.

"Louis get the rope out; he's restless," Liam informed him.

Louis nodded and dropped the bag in front of the bed and unzipped it. Harry's eyes opened again at the sound of rope sliding from the bag. Louis brought the coils up and held them in his arms before he nodded for the boys to bring Harry over to the bed.

Zayn and Liam lifted Harry off the floor and moved him over to the end of the hotel bed. Harry shuddered as Niall pressed between his shoulder blades and bent him in half. Louis handed the Irishman the rope, much to Niall confusion. If anyone were to do it, it was usually Louis. Except for that time after Eleanor and Harry couldn't even look at Louis for days.

Louis just nodded this time and said, "You can do it tonight."

Niall looked to Louis' eyes for confirmation before taking the rope and doling out what he needed and where. He brought Harry's hands behind his back and wrapped the rope they'd all become familiar with over the years around his wrist in an infinity loop, leaving the long ends out before tying them to the bottom of the bed frame on either side of where the lanky boy laid.

Harry gave small tugs and little whines as he discovered his lack of options and Niall knew he was mostly just playing with the feeling of rope against his skin. Liam put a hand on Niall's shoulder and he stepped back to allow the bigger lad to stand behind Harry, who had his face pressed sideways into the bed and his back arched in longing.

Liam leaned over him and breathed against his ear. "I'm going to take these off," he thumbed at Harry's shorts, "and I want to you spread your legs for us so we can see you."

Harry nodded as best he could under Liam and the dominant laid a hand on Harry's head, pushing him further into the bed with it as he trailed a hand down Harry's spine. Harry's face scrunched up as it got harder to breathe into the duvet but only lifted his hips up for Liam to urge him to take off Harry's clothes for him.

Liam pushed off Harry's head harshly and Harry turned his face into the bed and moaned as Liam retreated to his hips. Liam curled his fingers under both of his waistbands and slid them slowly over his ass, just enough to see the small, white globes in the dim room. Harry fidgeted, trying to get Liam to take them all the way off, but was punished with a sharp spank on his right cheek. Harry's face went red at the same time as his ass did.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled and stilled his hips, toes curling into the carpet.

Louis looked on, glad, once again, for Liam. Louis was good at giving orders, direction. Niall was good at the tugging and pulling and positioning Harry how he liked. Zayn was always the softie, mostly quiet until afterwards when he'd be the one to bring Harry down. But Liam was the strong one. The one that gave Harry the physical part of what he needed. The hitting and spanking and spitting that Louis hated to see himself do to Harry. But Liam did it, and Louis would forever be grateful for it.

Because now Harry was whining for Liam to move on and get started and Liam was dragging it out, pulling all of Harry's strings nice and tight so he could cut them later. He let his hands roam Harry's body, pinching small pockets of skin and scratching down his back. Harry was trying to keep still, Louis knew, but it was like his body was on fire and he was trying to rub it out against the sheets.

Liam finally took pity and pulled Harry's bottoms down, Harry kicking them off immediately and spreading his legs wide enough to have to balance on his toes, chest pressing the bed and hips raised for his boyfriends. Zayn hummed in approval and came to sit by Harry's head on the bed, carding his fingers through Harry's growing curls.

Harry looked up at him with glossy eyes, unshed tears that Zayn wasn't sure meant happiness or sadness. "You know we'd do anything for you, yeah?" Harry nodded quickly and unquestioningly. Zayn smiled in response and scooted closer, sitting cross-legged in front of Harry's face. Harry lifted up further on his toes to try and lay his head on Zayn's lap. Zayn appeased him and moved closer, allowing Harry to nuzzled between his thighs, mouth dangerously close to his seam.

He was content enough to just rub his cheek against Zayn's lap until he felt the hard edge of wood against his back. Then there was the teasing edge of leather on him and Harry became restless again, wiggling back towards the feeling and moaning against Zayn's leg.

"Which one tonight, Haz?" Louis asked, and Liam demonstrated his options with one mild spanking and one light whip.

It wasn't even close to the normal caliber of punishments Harry got on these nights, but it still had him rocking against the bed, cock caught between his body and the duvet. "I-" Harry cleared the croak in his throat and tried again. "The-I want the whip."

They could all feel the meaning of that in the air. Combined with Harry's desperation it sent a wave of dread through the four boys. If Harry wanted to be whipped it meant he was worse off than they thought. Needed more. Would take longer to put back together. But Liam just handed the paddle back to Louis and positioned himself properly behind Harry.

"Hold on," Niall halted and went to Harry, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "We love you," he said, quiet but sure. Harry leaned into him and nodded before Niall stood up and stepped away, letting Liam back in his place. None of them particularly enjoyed these nights; the only comfort was that Harry got off on it so hard every time.

Liam traced the line of Harry's spine down to the dip at the small of his back, Harry's body following the motion until Liam brought the whip back and then down with a smooth follow through so it hurt less. This was just a warm up. Still, Harry cried out and buried his face in Zayn's thigh.

The bright red was already swelling up on the ivory skin of Harry's ass cheek. Louis reached out and palmed over the heated skin to soothe it before Liam raised back and Louis retreated so Liam could land another strip across his butt. Harry's body locked up for a moment and melted again a second later, voice muffled by Zayn's joggers.

Liam kept a slow pace, letting Louis soothe the boy between each hit, until Harry was writhing on the bed, wrists red from the rope and mouth pressed to Zayn's cock though his bottoms. Harry hummed against it, lips latched against the side of him. Zayn groaned and pushed Harry's hair off his face. Harry didn't pull back but turned just enough to look up at the darker boy with wet eyes and wet lips.

Zayn pressed his lips together in a firm line and nodded, making Harry's moan and rut against the bed. Zayn lifted up just enough pushed his joggers and pants past his bulge, his semi laying heavy against his waistband. Harry tilted his chin up but couldn't quite reach, so Zayn inched closer and fed his tip to Harry's lips.

Harry closed his mouth around him and relaxed against him as he settled into small, leisurely sucks. Liam gave them a minute before warning the both of them that he was starting again. Harry relaxed his mouth and when Liam whipped him higher and harder this time, on his lower back and across his wrists, Harry screamed around Zayn's cock and sucked harder.

Zayn breathed short breaths of fire trough his nose to try and settle himself. This wasn't about him; Harry always needed something, something like this, to keep him grounded while Liam worked. He was pretty sure he wouldn't even be getting off tonight, so he scratched lazily along Harry's scalp and let Harry's suckle on his hard length as Liam landed another lashing across Harry's back and arms.

Niall and Louis were stood back now, letting Liam do his job as they watched Harry go from wound tight to liquid over the course of about twenty lashings. Harry's back and ass were red and the lines where he'd been hit were starting to raise in plump white markings.

Liam dropped the whip on the floor, breathing hard and face sweating, and stepped away from the bed and Harry's still body. Niall stepped up and pulled Harry's hips off the bed before reaching around and taking his angry, red dick in his hand. Harry sighed a high, needy sound at the touch and raised his hips higher. Niall could still see his mouth working Zayn lazily and wondered what was happening inside the submissive boy's mind right now.

Harry barely moved as Niall tugged him off, eyes shut heavily and fingers curled into loose fists. Harry only hummed when he came, white dripping from his slit and onto Niall's hand and the bed. Louis handed Niall a wipe and Niall cleaned his hand and Harry's prick. Harry was now panting slowly against where Zayn's still hard cock laid near his face. His eyes were closed and his body sagged against the bed.

Louis busied himself with putting the whip away while he got out the after-care lotion and cooling wipes. He handed both to Zayn and got to work untying one end of the rope while Niall did the other. He undid Harry's hands and they just fell next to his body on the bed.

Zayn tucked himself back into his pants and turned Harry to look at him again. "Over my knee, Haz."

Harry groaned for lack of a better response and forced his body onto the bed and across Zayn's lap. He settled on his knees with a pillow underneath him while Zayn took out a wipe and began to wipe the sweat off Harry's skin. He hissed when Zayn started on his back, but they were quiet and sated sounds.

The other three stood away from the bed, next to each other in various stages of emotion. Liam combed a hand through his hair and whispered, "I don't know if I can keep doing this."

"We have to," Niall argued instantly.

Liam sighed. "I know. I just-"

"Next time," Louis assured, "I'll do it, the hard part. I've done it before. I can do it."

Liam took Louis hand in his and nodded heavily. "Thanks, Lou."

"He's good now though," Niall observed.

It was true. Harry was already smiling as he played with the threads of the thick duvet, Zayn humming a tune while he smoothed lotion over his back. "I hate that they do this to him."

Louis shrugged. "He does what he has to. And so do we."

"Because we love him," Niall reminded the other boys.

Louis rolled his eyes. "Duh."

Liam huffed a laugh at that and pulled both boys in for a kiss on the cheek. "We're the weirdest fuckers on the planet, you know?"

"No way," Niall argued. "There's got to be someone out there that's weirder than us."

"If so, I don't want to know it," Louis admitted.

Zayn wiped the leftover lotion off Harry's shoulders and neck before lifting Harry's hand up to kiss the back of it. "All done," he announced.

The collective relief was palpable. Harry slowly got up and stood from the bed, looking sheepish but content. He kept his eyes on the floor when he asked, "Can we watch that movie now?"

Louis laughed quietly as went to pick up Harry's pants. He handed them to the boy and scratched through Harry's hair at the base of his neck. Harry purred and leaned into the touch before slipping his thin briefs back on. "Yeah, Haz. Of course we can."

They all settled on the couch, Harry on his stomach across all their laps, a pillow under his head and Niall's hand in his hair, while they watched both Avengers. Harry fell asleep halfway through the first, but no one dared move him until it was late and Harry was drooling on his pillow.

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So no real smut I guess, and it got way out of hand length wise. I don't know what this actually is but whatever here you go my dears!

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