Mr.Tomlinson's Whore House

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       "Harry?" Louis questions, walking into the quiet room. Harry's arms are still tied behind his back, and Louis can tell that he's gonna bruise.

"I'm gonna kick Liam's ass. Are you alright, love?" Louis says and Harry can feel his heart flutter. Louis begins untying the boy, before he can add more awkwardness to the suffocating room.

When Louis unties Liam's sloppy work, he brings the boy down on his lap. "Let me see your your arms and bum, baby." Harry can feel his cheeks turning bright pink, and Harry hides behind his tatted hands.

          "Well, that's one way to show me." Louis chuckles. "You're a cutie." And Harry can feel his cheeks burning off. Louis examines the boy, Harry choking on embarrassment, and brings his head into his hands once again.

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      "Slaves, downstairs." Louis's voice announces from the downstairs area. "I'm hosting a party, and I expect you to dress up. I also expect this house to be spotless. Any careless mistakes will lead to severe punishment. Now, get to work." Louis says, and the slaves scatter.

          Harry is left awkwardly alone in the den area, so he just speedily walks towards one of the guest rooms. He has word to do.