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Louis’ expression is already dark when he pulls Harry into the kitchen away from the listening ears of their friends on the patio.

“You can pack that behaviour in right now!” He scolds, leaning against the kitchen counter with arms folded. “I’m not having you ruin quiz night by being a spoiled little brat, Harry.”

“You’re not being fair!” Harry argues back, a little louder than necessary and Louis holds up a hand to silence him. “I was just trying to-“

“No. You don’t decide what’s fair and what isn’t. I’m telling you, your behaviour is poor and I’m not having it. Now, what do you think is an appropriate punishment?”

Already knowing himself to be defeated, Harry tries his luck. “Orgasm denial?”

The suggestion is mulled over, but Louis isn’t sold. When he shakes his head, Harry knows it’s over for him.

“I’m not sure about you,” Louis starts. “But I’ve suffered quite the embarrassment in front of everyone tonight because of your pissing about and playing up. I think the most fair option would be for you to feel a fraction of what you’ve made me feel.”

”But, Daddy…” Harry starts but Louis is quick to cut him off.

“No, good boys don’t embarrass their daddies in public. You’ve lost the privilege of that word until I think you’ve proven that you’re sorry.”

Harry’s breath stutters but he nods in quiet agreement, bending to Louis’ will with ease in the hopes of making this easier on himself. “Yes, Sir.”

It draws a soft smile from Louis’ lips. “Always been a quick learner, haven’t you. What’s your colour?”

”Green.”

”I’ll check in with you regularly, but you can use your colours at any time, do you understand?”

”Yes, Sir.”

Louis’ hand rests at the bottom of his spine and pushes him forward towards the patio door. Harry goes without complaint, ready to face what’s coming to him.

“Sorry about that, lads.” Louis announces, returning to their gathering. “Harry has something he wants to say to you all, if he can have your attention for a minute.”

Every face on the patio turns to Harry then and he holds his head up high, ready to face whatever Louis has planned.

“I want to apologise to all of you for my behaviour earlier.”

Louis hums in consideration. ”What do we think? Do we accept Harry’s apology?”

Niall is already struggling to hold in laughter, while Zayn just smirks at Harry. It’s Liam who speaks first, wetting his lips.

“He doesn’t sound very sorry.”

The betrayal stings.

“Sorry, baby.” Louis murmurs by the shell of Harry’s ear. “You heard Liam.” Louis stands upright again and addresses the group. “I’d like to propose a change in quizmaster?”

“I suppose it’s warranted.” Niall agrees, leaning back in his seat and folding his arms across his chest, relinquished of his duties.

”Cheers, Nialler.”

Louis drags a chair out so that it faces the other four, interview style, and beckons Harry to come and sit in it.

“Rules of the first round; I’m going to ask a series of questions and for every one you lads get right, my lovely Harold will remove a piece of clothing, chosen by the one who answered. Everyone understand?”

A chorus of yeses sound out around the group.

”H, do you understand?”

”Yes, Sir.”

Louis makes himself comfortable. ”Okay, so… question one.”

Harry mentally takes stock of how many layers he’s wearing. Regrettably not nearly enough.

”What is the capital city of France?”

”That would be Paris.”

Liam requests for Harry to remove his shoes, and Harry unlaces his Vans and slips them off, lining them up neatly beside the leg of the chair, displaying his good behaviour.

”Question two. How many lions are on the badge of an England shirt?”

Niall correctly answers three and Harry is encouraged to remove his cardigan.

Questions three, four and five get even easier, and rid Harry of his T-shirt, belt and jeans in that order.

It’s mid-September and not exactly cold, but to be almost naked outdoors at twilight naturally leaves Harry a little chilled and when his bare legs make contact with the plastic garden chair, he can’t help but to shiver and Louis eyes him carefully.

“Payno, do me a favour and just flick that switch on, over near the door?”

The switch turns on a large halogen heater in the corner of the patio, just behind Harry and his bare skin is prickled with the new warmth. Louis catches Harry’s eye and gives him a wink.

“Right, question six and we’re playing for the socks now. What’s the square root of sixteen?”

“Easy, four.” Zayn calls out and Louis nods in agreement.

“And for the other sock, question seven, what colour are my eyes?”

Zayn sniggers along with his answer. “Blue, mate.”

Those very same blue eyes look at Harry with a fierce intensity while both socks are removed and put on the ground with the rest of Harry’s clothes.

“Now, Harry, I’m going to give you an opportunity here to answer a question and earn back a piece of clothing of your choice. If you get it right, you can choose something to put back on. If you get it wrong, then the pants come off.”

”Yes, Sir.”

“Question eight, just for Harold… What year were Doncaster Rovers founded?”

He’s done for.

”1893?” Harry hedges a weak guess and mentally prepares himself for certain failure.

“1879.” Louis sighs. “Knickers off, sweetheart.”

Hearing Louis refer to his underwear as knickers only makes the embarrassment worse as Harry stands from his chair and pushes his boxers down over his cock, past his knees until they hit his ankles. He steps out of them gracefully but before he can sit back down, Louis speaks again.

“Bring them to me.”

Harry hesitates but Louis isn’t playing around.

”Now.”

Barefooted, Harry cringes inwardly at the sound of his soles slapping against the decking as he approaches Louis and their friends, though it’s a welcome distraction from the knowledge that there are four pairs of excited eyes trained on his cock as it bounces with each step forward. Coming to a pause in front of Louis, Harry hands him his underwear and attempts to fight off the urge to cover himself with his hands, while Louis simply tosses the garment aside without so much as looking at it first.

“Such a pretty little cock.” Louis smiles sweetly then reaches out and bats it from side to side with his fingertips. “Why don’t you go show the boys and let them see how pretty it is, yeah?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Harry takes a step towards Liam and stops in front of him.

“What do you think, Li?” Louis asks. “You can touch, if you need a closer look.”

Liam sits forward in his seat until he’s so close Harry can feel the heat of his breath tickling his sensitive skin. “Always thought it’d be bigger if I’m honest.” Liam muses, and then with one hand he takes Harry’s balls in his palm and gauges their weight as if checking the freshness of produce. “But these… Really nice…” A firm squeeze that causes Harry to shudder. “Do you like them being played with?” Liam asks, massaging until Harry’s breath hitches.

“Yes.” Harry murmurs and does his best to keep his breath even and his cock down.

”Harry, remember your manners.” Louis cuts in. “Liam is being really nice to you, what do you say?”

“Thank you for playing with my balls, Liam.”

“You are so welcome, Harry.”

“You gonna let Niall have a look now, Harry?” Louis urges and Harry laments the loss when Liam lets him go so that Harry can move to stand in front of Niall.

“Liam doesn’t know what he’s talking about. You’re plenty big enough, aren’t you!” Niall coos, taking Harry’s cock in both hands and moving it around to admire it from all angles, inspecting the length and girth. “Not like we’ve ever heard Lou complain, eh?” Niall gives it a few lazy strokes in appraisal to see how Harry reacts and then lets him go with a pat on the side of his thigh. “Go on, I can tell Zayn’s gagging to get his hands on you.”

”Thank you for playing with my cock, Niall.” Harry answers, knowing that the floodgates are open and his responses are to be expected now.

He’s bare and growing thick in front of Zayn next who grabs Harry by the hips and drags him closer to stand between Zayn’s own spread legs.

“I don’t really care how big it is. I wanna know how sensitive it is.” Zayn decides and runs the pad of his thumb around the head of Harry’s cock until it twitches, making Zayn grin. Pinching the foreskin between finger and thumb, Zayn tugs at it and then slips two fingertips from his free hand beneath the skin and uses them to caress Harry’s tip until it grows wet with pre-cum. Harry struggles to hold in a soft moan at his own mess being smeared around by unfamiliar fingers, and his eyelids flutter closed.

“Right!” Louis breaks up the moment with a loud clap of his hands before Harry can get to full hardness. “Think it’s time for another round of the quiz, eh? Harry, say thank you to Zayn for making you wet.”

”Thank you for making me wet, Zayn.”

“Anytime.”

Harry is beckoned back to stand at Louis’ side while Niall nips inside to get another round of drinks from the fridge, and a bottle of water for Harry at Louis’ instruction. Once everyone’s refreshed, and Harry has had a few minutes to zone out with nothing but the sensation of Louis’ firm palm stroking back and forth over his bare arsecheeks, Louis announces the next game.

”Next round is ‘This or That’.” He decides. “I’m going to ask Harry several ‘this or that’ questions, and he has to tell us which he likes best.” With that, Louis gives Harry’s bum a quick squeeze and looks at him questioningly.

“Green, Sir.” Harry nods without needing to be asked.

“Okay, question one. Be tickled, or be spanked?”

There’s no contest and Harry can’t help but panic that he’s being tricked. Taking a deep breath, Harry tries to calm himself; Louis knows his limits and wouldn’t pull a fast one on him… he hopes.

“Be spanked, Sir.” Harry answers and then waits with bated breath to see if the choice is really his.

“Hands and knees then, facing away from us please so we can see that lovely little backside. Nialler? Go and give Harry twenty. He’ll count them out for you, he’s a good boy. Tell him why he deserves them.”

Getting into position, Harry settles on his hands and knees and takes several deep breaths to ready himself for impact play while Niall approaches him with his sleeves rolled up.

“Right Harold, you deserve these for being needy and obnoxious while we’re all just trying to have a chilled out lads night.” Niall announces and lands the first blow on Harry’s arse.

”One. Thank you.”

“And because I spent all week putting together a proper quiz, and now because you don’t know how to behave, it’s had to be thrown out the window so we can do Louis’ quiz instead and teach you how to behave properly in public.”

“Two. Thank you.”

”So you deserve it for making me waste my time.”

”Three. Thank you,”

“And because now Louis doesn’t just get to relax, he has to be the quizmaster.”

”Four. Thank you.”

“And not to mention how much you’ve embarrassed him with your poor behaviour.”

”Five. Thank you.” Harry whimpers, knowing the blows will soon morph from pleasant enough warmup slaps to full, weighted spanks. Niall had learned a lot from Louis over the years and Harry daresay Niall’s spankings were as good as Louis’ own.

He weathers the remaining fifteen smacks until his backside is red raw and stinging and Niall steps away after the twentieth, leaving Harry panting on the ground.

“Told you he’s a good boy.” Louis gloats and it’s enough to make Harry preen through his pain. “Look how pink and pretty he is now.”

”Suits a nice handprint.” Harry hears Liam agree and all four of them chuckle at that.

“So, question two.” Louis brings them swiftly back on track. “Harry, be fingered, or be licked?”

The sub weighs the question up in his head. Both would be a delicious humiliation, but there’s only one tongue Harry feels comfortable having inside him and he knows that as well as Louis does.

On the other hand, the thought of being publicly probed and prodded like some sort of farm animal sends a flush of blood down to his cock. There’s only one possible answer here.

“Be fingered, Sir.”

”Spread your legs then, sweetheart. Nice and wide so we can see your lovely hole.”

Doing exactly as he’s told, Harry shuffles his knees apart, evenly distributing his weight and moving to rest on his forearms rather than his hands, lowering the front half of his body down towards the ground. The resultant arch of his back leaves him spread wide open with his now mostly hard cock bobbing between his thighs.

“Liam, you’re up. Not too rough. I want to fuck him later so don’t make him sore.”

He can sense when Liam approaches him and despite him already having his legs spread as wide as possible while still being upright, he shivers when Liam grabs his cheeks between big, strong hands and pulls him even further apart.

Warm, wet spit lands on Harry’s exposed hole, making it flutter and Harry gives the littlest of whines when thick fingers trace over the ring of muscle, getting it slick and ready to be breached.

“Oh look!” Louis exclaims and the glee in his tone causes goosebumps to rise on Harry’s flesh. “Harry, wave to Beryl and Frank. Looks like they just got home in time to watch!”

Cheeks flaming red, Harry has no choice but to turn and look up at their next door neighbour’s bedroom window which overlooks Harry and Louis’ patio. Meekly, Harry gives a little wave as instructed and when Beryl simply shakes her head in disgust, his cock twitches.

The sudden intrusion of Liam’s slender middle finger into Harry’s tight hole at that very moment is positively delicious and Harry can’t help but to groan, his head dropping down to hang between his biceps but his Dom’s voice pulls him back.

“I didn’t say you could look away. They’re being kind enough to watch, you need to make sure they know you appreciate their attention.”

“Y-yes, Sir.” Harry straightens his neck and locks eyes with Frank who wets his lips, watching the gentle back-and-forth rock of Harry’s body as Liam adds a second finger and pulses them in and out and over and over. Beryl remains still at the window, with her arms folded over her chest but never once looks away, while Frank is palming himself over his slacks.

“How do Liam’s fingers feel, sweetheart?”

Frank’s over-the-fabric self-groping grows more fervent behind the glass, while Beryl’s eyebrows knit together in a frown and her lips are moving, and while Harry can’t hear her through the glass, he can easily make out her lips cruelly referring to him as a ‘filthy slut’.

“Feel good.” Harry sighs, growing emotional now. His body being exposed and abused for the eyes of his most trusted friends is one thing, but the utter humiliation of being forced to maintain eye contact with judgemental neighbours proves to be a little much and Harry wishes he could at least cover his cock from view. “Thank you for filling me up with your f-fingers, Liam.” He answers obediently but Louis doesn’t miss the wobbly, uncertain note in Harry’s voice and suspects he knows the reason.

“Wild card question.” Louis jumps in then. “Harry, would you rather Liam continue to give you your punishment, or have Daddy take over?”

He wants his Daddy. Always wants his Daddy, but he’s being punished and he deserves it, and Beryl is judging him and Frank’s cock is hard at the sight of Liam’s fingers sinking into Harry’s body, and it’s embarrassing and difficult, but it’s supposed to be embarrassing and difficult, and Louis can make it all stop. Harry himself can make it all stop, but his own cock is so hard and he’s wet and Liam’s fingers are rubbing over his prostate in the best way, and Louis won’t let anything bad happen. He’s giving Harry an out but Harry doesn’t need it. He’s a good boy and he can take his punishment.

“Liam, please, Sir.” Harry answers. “I’m green.”

“Can I make him cum?” Liam asks then and Louis, seemingly reassured, agrees.

“Yeah but you can’t touch his cock, just milk him. You can cum on him though, if you like?”

Behind Harry, there’s the sound of a zip being unfastened, more spitting, and then the telltale wet click of a cock that’s not Harry’s being played with, while Liam continues lavishing attention on Harry’s g-spot.

Gritting his teeth, Harry forces himself to look back to Beryl and face his humiliation, just like he deserves. His eyes roll back in his head when Liam pauses on his prostate and teases it without mercy.

”Evening, Lou.”

Another unfamiliar voice and Harry’s attention is pulled to the source; more neighbours. Ken and Sue, the bubbly older couple next door to the right who Harry and Louis suspect may also be in the lifestyle, have come out for their nightly jacuzzi session. More people to spectate for Harry’s disgrace.

“Now then, Ken. Sue. How you both doing?” Louis responds. “Just to let you know, Harry’s been in a bit of trouble this evening so he’s just making some amends with all the people he’s offended tonight. I can only apologise, but it means your jacuzzi night might not be as peaceful as you’d planned. If you want to have a little look over the fence though, you can tell him how much he’s ruined your evening.”

”Oh deary me.” Harry hears Sue’s sweet voice and then her head pops over the fence to have a look, closely followed by Ken. They’re both clad in swimwear. “What did he do?”

“Tell Sue what you did, sweetheart.”

“I was obnoxious and needy, and-ohhh-I ruined quiz night.”

Sue tuts with disdain at Harry’s admission. “Terrible. At least he’s being taught a good lesson.”

“I tell you what, Lou, he’s got a lovely arse.” Ken states and Harry’s face flushes beetroot.

“Lovely cock as well. Harry, show Ken and Sue your little cock and balls.” Louis orders and the first tear of the evening rolls down Harry’s cheek as he obediently lifts his leg, like a dog getting ready to piss, so that the pair can see it hanging red and swollen between his thighs.

“You’re not wrong.” Sue agrees and it’s at that moment Harry feels the first wet splatter of Liam’s cum landing on the curve of his lower back. Niall and Zayn can be heard cheering in the background, and when Harry looks up at the window again, Frank and Beryl are gone and their curtains closed; too disgusted to watch this filthy scene any longer.

“Harry, are you going to cum for Ken and Sue?” Louis suggests and Harry sniffles, then nods.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Only when Liam says you can, alright?”

”Yes, Sir.”

With his own orgasm having come and gone, Liam once again has both hands free and while one still milks Harry’s prostate, he uses the other to hook under Harry’s knee and hold his leg up in its hydrant pose to give the perfect unobstructed view.

Another minute or so of being fingered and Liam at last leans forward and growls out a firm now, and thick ropes of cum blurt out of Harry’s painfully hard cock on command, splashing onto the decking along with a rainfall of Harry’s tears of humiliation. His audience give him a round of applause while the last drips of his orgasm seep pathetically out of him, and Liam lets go, leaving Harry naked and messy on the patio.

“You’ve got a good boy, there. Lou.” Ken chuckles. “We’d better get in the hot tub now, but that was a lovely show, and we’ll certainly be listening to the rest of it over the fence.”

”No worries, Ken. Harry, say thank you to Ken and Sue for watching you cum.”

Louis knows just what buttons to push, and Harry’s breath is ragged with tears but he looks up at their neighbours, reluctantly meeting their eyes. “Thank you for watching me cum. I’m sorry I dis-disturbed your evening.” He hiccups, screwing his eyes tightly closed to stem the flow of further hot tears. A loud sob follows and Harry buries his face in his hands with shame at himself.

There’s movement and another pair of hands on him then and he recognises the touch as Louis’.

“Time out?” He asks softly, crouching at Harry’s side and brushing a sweaty curl back from his temple.

”I’m-I’m okay.” Harry stutters.

“A minute, lads? Grab yourselves another drink?” He asks and their three friends make their way inside, allowing the couple some privacy. Louis wipes the tears from Harry’s cheekbone with his thumb.

“I can carry on.” Harry promises. “I’m s-sorry. I can carry on!”

“You sure?”

He nods. “Beryl called me a filthy slut and I didn’t, um…”

“You didn’t like it.” Louis knowingly finishes his sentence. “You’re not a filthy slut, sweetheart. You just misbehaved and I have to punish you for that.” He soothes the sub. “Beryl’s just jealous because Frank would rather look at my pretty baby than at her, alright?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re doing so, so well.”

”Thank you.” Harry sniffs. “I’m green, Sir. I can carry on.”

”Yeah?”

“Could I just have a break for some water first, please, Sir?”

”Five minutes then.”

Louis plants a kiss on Harry’s crown and fetches a bottle of water, unscrewing it and holding it to Harry’s mouth so he can gulp the full thing down and quench his growing thirst.

When five minutes have passed, Louis brings Niall, Liam and Zayn back outside and they each take their seats again. Harry, who has been mopped clean of Liam’s cum during the break, remains kneeling on the decking.

“Harry, can you turn round this way now please so you’re facing us.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Doing exactly as he’s told, Harry shuffles around and kneels with his legs parted and his face to his partner and friends.

”Isn’t he beautiful?” Louis marvels and Harry doesn’t look up when there’s a rabble of agreement. “He’s done so well so far, hasn’t he? Anyway, where were we?” Louis muses. “Question three, wasn’t it. Okay, question three. Harry, would you rather show everyone how well you can take me with your mouth, or come sit in my lap and keep my cock warm for a little bit?”

Still feeling fragile in his post-public-forced-orgasm state, Harry can’t help but long to be close to Louis and so opts for the cockwarming.

He’s beckoned over to Louis, who lines himself up with Harry’s hole and then helps him settle into a comfortable position with Louis nestled inside him. It calms Harry somewhat, to be able to feel all the points where their skin connects and behind Harry’s back, out of sight of the other three lads who are watching intently, Louis rubs little circles into the dimple at the bottom of Harry’s spine with his thumb.

“Round three is multiple choice.” Louis announces, and Harry can tell from the syrupy tone Louis’ voice has taken on that he’s savouring the tightness of Harry around his own cock. “Question one. Lads, what do we think Harry’s favourite part of this evening has been so far? Do we think it was A. Having Zayn play with his pretty little cockhead. B. Having Liam play with his needy hole. C. Having Niall make his cheeks glow bright pink?”

“I reckon it was A.” Niall offers in answer. “Zayn playing with his cockhead like it was a little clit.”

Niall’s last word makes Harry whimper in Louis’ lap and Louis smirks at the response.

“Oh, you like Niall talking about your clit, sweetheart?” Reaching around, Louis takes Harry’s tip between finger and thumb and teases it, similar to how Zayn had earlier until Harry’s wriggling in his lap. “I think you’re right, actually, Nialler. Harry, is Niall right?”

“Yes, Sir.” Harry pants, sinking back against Louis’ chest. “Love having my little clit teased.”

The four cackle at this and Louis readjusts his hips, pushing further into Harry and then falling still again.

”Question two.” Louis asks while still absentmindedly playing with Harry’s foreskin. “What do we think was the most humiliating thing for Harry tonight? A. Being made to cum for Ken and Sue. B. Niall giving him a well deserved smacked bum. C. Having the prudes next door watch Liam stretch his pretty little hole wide open?”

Zayn sips his drink and announces option C as the answer.

“Harry?”

”Um… It was A actually.” Harry corrects Zayn, hoping disagreeing won’t cause any negative repercussions. “The way Liam held my leg up so everyone could see, um…”

”Go on, sweetheart. You have to be truthful if you’re going to tell Zayn why he’s wrong.”

”So everyone could see my cum leaking out of me.” Harry chews his lip. “Was really humiliating, because it makes me feel vulnerable and it’s really private. I only like my Da- um, I only like Sir to see me like that. But C was horrible too. I didn’t like that I could see Beryl was calling me names. That upset me.”

“Tell the lads what she called you.” Louis urges and Harry squirms, uncomfortable at the reliving the insults.

“Filthy slut.” He mutters, looking down at his knees with shame.

The men all gasp with offence on Harry’s behalf.

“You’re not a filthy slut though, are you?”

”No, Sir.”

”Do you think Harry is a filthy slut, Liam? When you had your fingers deep inside my baby’s tight hole, did you think he was a filthy slut for enjoying it?”

Liam shakes his head. “No, not at all.”

“Hear that, sweetheart? Liam had you completely at his mercy and he thought you were gorgeous. What do you say to that?”

”Thank you, Liam.”

“Good boy.” He’s rewarded with another barely there thrust. “Anyway, question three. If Harry could suck any cock here tonight, other than mine, which would it be? A. Niall. B. Liam, or C. Zayn… actually, never mind.” Louis pats Harry’s thigh. “My cock is nice and warm now,” and you’ve had a little rest to calm down. “Harry, I want you to get on your knees and crawl to which cock you most want in your mouth, and then I want you to ask politely for it.”

”Yes, Sir.”

He’s helped down from Louis’ lap and instantly misses the delicious stretch of Louis inside him. Getting down on all fours, Harry ponders for a moment then crawls over to Zayn.

”Please can I suck your cock, Zayn?” He asks. “Pretty please?”

“Thought you’d never ask.” Zayn smirks, standing to unfasten his trousers and pushing them down enough to pull himself out and hold it, hard and ready, in front of Harry’s face.

Sticking out his tongue, Harry leans in to take Zayn between his lips but instead he’s met with a slap around the cheek with Zayn’s hard length. “Eager.” Zayn mocks and Harry stills, sitting back on his heels and tipping his head back, obediently opening his throat for Zayn.

”You really are a pretty boy, aren’t you.” Zayn purrs and feeds his cock down Harry’s throat until he almost gags, then begins to roll his hips; slipping in and out of Harry’s wet, waiting mouth until saliva runs down Harry’s chin from the effort.

“Question four.” Harry hears Louis pipe up in the background. “How many cocks do we think my baby can take at any one time? A. One. B. Three. C. Four and still not have it be enough to keep him feeling full up?”

Niall, Liam and Zayn all laugh at the question, with Zayn’s thrusts never faltering while Harry battles to keep his breaths steady through his nose.

“I reckon four and it’s still not enough.” Liam chuckles and Louis hums in contemplation.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry sees Louis stand from his chair and disappear inside their house, leaving Harry naked and alone with Zayn’s cock in his mouth and as much as these are his closest friends whom he’d trust with his life, Louis abandoning him in this state causes him to panic.

“MmmffDaddy?!!” He frets, pulling off of Zayn with a long line of spit trailing from Harry’s lower lip to Zayn’s tip.

“It’s alright, H.” Liam soothes. “He’s coming back.”

He’s glancing frantically between the open door and Louis’ empty chair and growing distressed but then Zayn’s fingers are curling into Harry’s hair, scratching at his scalp. “C’mon, Haz. He’d want you to behave while he’s gone, eh?”

With eyes full of worry, Harry looks up at Zayn, who is gazing back at him with a look of sincere trust. “He’ll be two seconds. Show him how good you can be while he’s gone, yeah?”

With hesitance, Harry submits, taking Zayn between his lips again and putting all his faith in the hope that even in his most vulnerable state, he’s safe.

It feels like hours pass in Harry’s foggy mind, but he does his best to concentrate on the grounding connection of Zayn’s fingertips stroking behind his ears as though Harry is nothing but a pet, while still slipping in and out from between Harry’s swollen lips.

“Has he been good while I was gone?” Louis asks on returning to the garden as promised just a minute or so later, carrying a bottle of lube.

“He’s been so good,” Zayn confirms. “Never had a mouth like this on me before.”

“Oh really? Do you recommend him?”

”Definitely.”

“Lads, want to try fucking my baby’s pretty little mouth?”

Within moments, three erections are in front of Harry’s face all clamouring for attention. There are two in his mouth and one painting his chin with pre-cum, then one in his mouth and one slapping his cheek, then three in a line and Harry is making his way around all of them, licking greedy fat stripes up the undersides with the flat of his tongue.

Throughout it all, there’s one cock stretching him deliciously from behind; his Louis.

“Looks like you were right, Li.” Louis laughs, pushing himself inside Harry right up to the hilt with a heavy groan, while Harry is busy being facefucked by Niall, with Zayn and Liam wanking either side, waiting for their own turn. “Four at once, and he’s still greedy for more.”

It ends with Niall, Zayn and Liam painting Harry’s face with their own cum. Louis is the last of the four to finish, filling his sub full until Harry is boneless and trembling on the decking, with Louis steadily dripping out of him. It’s growing dark by now and the solar powered floodlight on the patio switches itself on, illuminating Harry’s wrecked form.

“Did you cum, sweetheart?”

Harry shakes his head, too breathless to even speak and Louis grabs him and rolls him over onto his back with his head in Louis’ soft lap. A cup of water appears from somewhere to be held to his lips and he glugs it down until it pours out of the sides of his mouth and runs down his neck to his bare, sweat-soaked chest where it spills off of him.

“Camera out, Niall.”

Harry wants to protest, wants to voice his never ending humiliation but then Louis’ expert hands are on his cock, stroking him and teasing him and fondling him and it’s so good and Harry is oh so green.

“Look at the camera, Harry.” Louis mutters while caressing Harry’s most intimate parts. “Give Niall a wave.”

Through sleepy, sex-heavy eyes, Harry glances up at Niall’s phone lens on him, zooming in on where Louis is teasing him the way only Louis knows how. His hand raises in a poor attempt at a wave then flops back down at his side.

“So, Harry, since we learned that the best way to punish you is to through humiliation and letting strangers watch you cum, I think the best way for us to prevent this sort of behaviour ever happening again is to immortalise that humiliation on film, so that next time you think about ruining a quiz night that poor Niall has worked so hard on, he can post this online and let the whole world watch you.”

It’s all it takes; just that one simple mortifying threat and then Harry is shooting ribbons over Louis’ fist with a desperate cry.

He’s pulled up into warm arms and rocked through the aftershocks of his orgasm and when he at last starts to come back down to earth, there are four pairs of eyes watching him intently, three hands on cocks, and one Louis. Always one Louis keeping him safe.

“Sir,” Harry manages to pant out, turning to bury himself into Louis’ chest. “Yellow. Need to wee, please.”

Taking pity on him, Louis helps Harry up and excuses them, shuffling him towards the summer house rather than through the main house in his messy state, since the summer house is rarely used for anything more than storage. Leading Harry into the bathroom, Louis clucks his tongue in warning when Harry goes to lift the toilet lid.

“Not yet, sweetheart. Just sit down, want to clean you up a bit first.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Harry takes a seat and rests his eyes while Louis takes a flannel from the cabinet and holds it under the warm running water which does nothing to quieten the ache in Harry’s bladder.

“Your behaviour today was very poor.” Louis states quietly, crouching in front of his partner and wiping his face free of other men’s mess. “But you’ve done so well tonight and I’m really proud of you.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

When Harry’s face is somewhat clean, Louis wets his hands and smoothes his sub’s knotted curls back from his face. Harry leans into the touch with a small whine.

“Need to wee, Sir. Please.”

“Just wait.” Louis tells him and then moves away. Harry opens his eyes and watches as Louis leaves the little bathroom and returns a minute later with one of the breakfast bar stools that’s been in storage since their recent kitchen renovation. He leaves again and brings back another stool, and continues until there are four lined up against the wall.

“One more punishment, so I know that you’ve really learned your lesson.” Louis announces. “Colour?”

Hesitantly, Harry replies, sensing what’s coming. It’s not something they’ve tried before if he’s correct and Harry starts to sweat at the thought of it. “Green.”

“Not yellow?” Louis smirks with a raised eyebrow, reaching down to deliver a firm press on Harry’s pelvis, agitating his bladder, and any trace of the soft, caring Daddy Louis Harry had had in front of him just a moment ago has gone again, replaced with Sir.

He leaves the bathroom again and returns this time not with more stools, but with Niall, Zayn and Liam who each take a seat, leaving the one closest Harry for Louis to sit on.

“Sorry to bring you in from the garden, lads. I know it’s a bit cramped in here, but Harry just needs a quick wee. Go on baby, everyone’s here, you can go now.”

“Louis.” Harry mutters, hot panic growing in him at the idea of it but Louis shushes him.

“You’re still being punished, sweetheart. You made me feel really embarrassed earlier, and I just don’t think we’re quite even yet. Now… are you yellow?”

”I’m… I’m green, Sir.”

“Off you go, then.”

Harry stands and lifts the toilet seat and takes a deep breath. With four people watching him intently, it’s impossible for his hand not to tremble when he takes hold of his cock, slides his foreskin back out of the way and aims at the porcelain bowl.

The silence in the little bathroom is absolutely deafening other than the soft ticking of Liam’s wristwatch and Harry could just about die. The humiliation is too good. Louis is a clever bastard.

“Come on, sweetheart. You said you needed to go.”

“I do.”

“Then go.”

It’s an order rather than a suggestion though no matter how hard he tries, Harry can’t just go.

“Can cum in front of everyone, twice, but can’t do something as simple as a little bit of piss?” Zayn teases.

Utter mortification colours Harry’s cheek and he can feel his eyes filling up with tears yet again.

“I… I can’t. I’m sorry.”

”Harry.” Louis answers him darkly. “Colour?”

“G-green.”

”Then you need to go, right now, or do I need to send Zayn up to hold your little cock and aim it for you?”

It’s too much. Too humiliating and Harry is weeping again. Fat tears run down his face and he only wishes his bladder would give as freely as his tear ducts.

“Tick…tock… tick… tock…” Louis counts out and being timed does nothing to soothe Harry’s embarrassment.

“I’m trying, Sir.”

There’s a rustle of movement and Liam has slipped down from his stool and turned on the hot tap in an act of sympathy to encourage Harry to let go. The trickle of water only makes Harry’s bladder ache worse but nothing is happening and he’s never felt so small and worthless in his entire life as he does right now; standing naked in front of four grown men waiting to watch him relieve himself with bated breath.

His quiet tears give way to full sobs as he stands frozen, cock in hand, before his audience.

“Harry, colour?”

”Green.” Harry whispers tearfully.

“Zayn.”

“On it, Lou.”

When Zayn comes to stand behind Harry, the sub breaks down entirely, pressing the heels of his palms over his eyes like he hopes it’ll make him invisible, as the emotional toll of the evening finally catches up with him.

“Come on, Haz.” Zayn reaches around from behind Harry and takes him into his hand, then points him downward to aim for the porcelain bowl. With his other hand, he presses his fingertips low on Harry’s pelvis, right over his bladder and massages the bloated area gently while Harry continues to cry. “It’s time to go.”

It’s just a splash at first. A little tinkle on ceramic and then the dam is broken and Harry is pissing and crying, and Zayn is cooing in his ear and rubbing his belly while Louis, Niall and Liam clap at the steady stream flowing at last from Harry’s slit.

And then it’s done. Just like that.

Zayn is blotting Harry’s tip dry with a tissue and the toilet is flushed and a still weeping Harry is delivered back to Louis.

“He’s done you proud today, Tommo.” Niall offers from his stool and Louis nods proudly.

“He really has. I think he’s just about learned his lesson, but there’s just one more thing I think he needs to remind him of his place after all this fun.”

With Harry tucked under one arm, Louis pushes himself up from his stool and urges Harry to sit back down on the toilet. Harry’s heart races, his mind going to a million bad places, unable to take anything more but then Louis pulls his focus back.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart, so I can see you. Good boy.”

He’s unzipping then, pulling out his own still mostly-hard cock.

“I want you to consider this your reminder, Harry,” Louis starts, pointing himself down with some difficulty given his state, and letting his bladder go. “That when you embarrass me like you did tonight, there will always be consequences. Sometimes those consequences mean the boys get to play with you, or that other people get to watch you be disciplined, but at the end of it you need to remember that you’re my baby, and you adhere to my rules. And if you’re going to behave like an animal, then the only way for me to remind you of your place is for me to treat you like an animal and mark you like one.”

Louis’ warm stream of piss splashing on Harry’s skin is strangely calming despite the firm scolding it comes with. It runs down Harry’s own cock in rivulets and drips from the end of it like a hose into the toilet bowl below.

He feels claimed in this moment, spreading his legs wider so Louis can make him even wetter until the soft downy hair on his inner thighs grows damp with the fine spray of his partner’s urine. A sense of safety washes over Harry completely at the reminder of being owned. He gazes up at Louis through tired eyes and wet lashes, and in that moment there might as well be only the two of them left in the room.

“I’m yours?” Harry murmurs, taking only what he needs to hear away from the formal telling off and Louis nods; his own bladder finally empty. After a couple of shakes to rid himself of drips, which splatter against Harry’s torso like raindrops, Louis tucks himself away, then uses that same unwashed hand to grab Harry by the jaw and angle his face upwards to receive a hungry kiss.

“Mine.”

💦

Harry is pretty sure he’s sitting on the bathroom floor. Everything feels light, like he’s floating and at first he thinks he might be alone in the room but then there’s Louis.

“Come on then, sweetheart. Up you get.”

Gentle hands pull him up from the bathmat and catch him when Harry’s legs aren’t quite ready to be standing on their own yet. He’s helped into the shower and propped up against the chilly tiles, pressing against his bare skin.

And then he’s wet again.

The hot, wet spray of the shower head rinsing him down feels heavenly on his skin and Harry can’t help but hum with pleasure when fingertips scratch at his scalp, washing the grime from his hair with great care.

“Enjoying that, baby?”

”Mmm.”

With his hair rinsed and the rest of his body scrubbed clean, the spray is moved and concentrated on his sticky groin then; warm water rushing over his still sensitive, overstimulated parts and Harry can feel a fresh pressure building up beneath his navel. He’s tired, though, and keeping his eyes open is a great struggle at this point.

It makes him jump when a warm, familiar hand snakes between his legs to wash him beneath the running water and Harry, floaty as he is, gives in easily to the pressure in his belly.

“Ohh, so now you can go.” Louis chuckles, still tenderly stroking Harry’s soft cock until he’s done pissing and Harry can only whine in protest, not yet ready for words.

The water stops and the hand lets go, and Harry is guided out of the shower and wrapped up in a fluffy towel held out for him by loving arms.

“Come on. I think you’re clean enough for bed now.”

Harry just nods and allows himself to be led through into their bedroom and tucked in beneath clean, dry sheets, quietly wondering when the next quiz night might be.