Chapter Four: Zayn Malik

"The little fucking baby is locked up." Zayn said, sitting on the sofa with Harry and Louis who were passionately making out, next to him.

Their lips interlocked, never taking a breath. Zayn watched curiously wondering what all the fuss was about; being gay, that was. He could never understand why the other four boys enjoyed it so much compared to straight (heterosexual) sex. He never blinked and he never let his stare leave the two boys who were locked in place, kissing.

"Well I'm off to check on the prisoner!" Zayn mocked.

Harry let go of Louis for a quick breath and mumbled as if in agreement; he suddenly went back to kissing.

Zayn stood, walked across the living room and left the two boys on the couch and went through a door.

The doorway led to a metallic spiralling staircase which seemed to go beneath the house, like a basement. Zayn walked slowly down the staircase, as to not fall down them and cause himself injury; when he reached the bottom he was greeted by a small corridor. Why hadn't he been down there before? At the end of the small corridor was a wooden door that seemed to be locked from the outside and when he closed in, he realised that it wasn't locked however, just closed.

Kicking the wooden door open he saw the tanned boy chained to the bed, still dressed and now conscious. Liam began to squirm backwards but quickly gave up as he knew there was no chance he would be able to escape.

The room was small, well-lit due to the light bulb and was simply built – to the left was the bed (which was attached to the floor), to the right a small sink and right in front of Zayn's eyes was a small bathroom cupboard; which he could see himself in. He walked over towards the mirror, ignoring the squirming boy and began messing around with his hair before turning on his heels and kneeling down.

"Hello, you." Zayn said mockingly.

"Hi." Liam replied hesitantly.

Zayn stopped kneeling and now sat on his arse on the cold laminate flooring staring at Liam and wondering what to do with him. Liam, still scared, watched cautiously.

"Right you fucking tit!" Zayn said. "I want a quick fuck, understand?" he announced.

Liam was gobsmacked; his jaw almost fell to the floor as it had opened that wide. He didn't know what to say or do. His eyes were wide as he swallowed a mouthful of spit.

Zayn awaited his answer and when Liam nodded, he was just as shocked as Liam was when Zayn had asked him. Zayn smirked realising he had complete and utter control over the boy.

"Beating you did work then?" He laughed.

Liam didn't reply.

Zayn moved closer to Liam and began rummaging around in his pocket for something, it then hit Liam that what Zayn, now, had in his hands was a small silver key and he knew exactly what it was for. The lock that was keeping him chained. He quickly knelt for a few seconds and unlocked the restraint boy.

"You won't escape either because Harry and Louis will fucking kill you!"

He nodded, rubbing his wrists. Zayn then placed his warm hands on the bottom of Liam's blue polo-shirt and began pulling it up. Liam instantly placed his hands up in the air; like a toddler changing, and Zayn suddenly had the polo-shirt off and on the floor next to him. Liam moved in for a kiss but instantly got a slap.

"You will do as I fucking say you dick." Zayn aggressively announced.

"Yes… yes. Sir."

Zayn could hear the pain in Liam's tone of voice and felt as if he'd totally injured the poor boy that had been caught up in the middle of this. Zayn then began with Liam's trousers.

"What confuses me is why Harry hasn't undressed you." He said.

"Maybe he knew that I was your play toy," Liam announced, now scared he was going to get hit, "before you do anything, where's Niall?" he asked.

"He really means a lot to you doesn't he?" Zayn asked before replying to Liam's question, "the fucking baby is locked up, upstairs, wearing nothing but his nappy, like a baby should!" Zayn laughed, sliding Liam's trousers down.

Zayn slid Liam's trousers off and threw them next to the polo-shirt and then began moving Liam's boxer-shorts.

"You are a bastard!" Liam shouted, pushing his look.

It took Zayn less than a second to begin attacking Liam. A punch here, a punch there, every last bit of strength was going into punching Liam. Zayn had always hated being the underdog and he wasn't going back there.

"Please stop!" Liam pleaded.

"Say you're fucking sorry, you twat!"

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry." Liam said, getting louder at each interval.

Zayn stopped, ripped Liam's boxer-shorts off and began to remove his own clothing so that he could begin his work on Liam and learn why the four other boys enjoyed guys cocks' more than fanny.

He removed his coloured underwear, parted Liam's legs and slowly slid his small cock inside of the tanned boy. Liam didn't even murmur. Zayn was the one that was making all of the noise as he slid in and out.

"Now I understand why this is so fucking good." Zayn said.

Liam didn't show a sign of pleasure; his cock was still flaccid as Zayn thumped away at Liam's arse. Zayn smiled as he thumped away thinking of all the shit shags' he'd had in the past, this was by far the best and especially since his fuck toy was just laid there taking every throbbing motion with ease. It was as if Liam had, had enough sex to last him a life-time, especially with Niall as the other boys had heard them on numerous occasions fucking – in the bathroom, the bedroom and once Louis caught them in the kitchen.

"Just leave me alone once you're done," he whispered.

"Whatever shut the fuck up!"

The throbbing sensation continued until Zayn felt himself reaching his orgasm and began to throb the tanned boys little arsehole faster and faster. With each motion, Zayn closed in on himself cumming into the little fucker's arse.

Within seconds, the sound of Zayn's intense orgasm reached the top of the stairs where Harry and Louis were listening from. They knew that Zayn would have tried what they had tried numerous times and a smile grew on the pairs faces as their deeper plan was beginning. They now knew they'd have a new fuck toy.