Chapter Two: New Destination

"Look at the little twat!" Zayn said releasing Niall's hands.

There was no way the distraught Irish boy was going to escape, firstly; there was nowhere to go and secondly; he was fragile. His eyes had gone a puffy red due to his constant crying, his wrists slightly red due to the restraining and his body beginning to smell of piss due to the hot air inside of the private jet.

"Zayn shut up," a handcuffed Liam said faintly.

Zayn stormed over to where Liam had been handcuffed, knelt down and grabbed his jaw. The evil look which Zayn pulled was enough to frighten even the masculine of men. Liam shuffled backwards slightly but Zayn's tight grip stopped him moving excessively.

"Look you little puff, he's ours now." He said. "What do you want with a pissy baby anyway?" he asked.

Liam said nothing but looked over towards Niall, he couldn't see much except for the bottoms which we were launched at him and the bottoms of Niall's legs. Liam welled up wondering why the three 'friends' were now bullying and torturing poor Niall.

He let go of Liam, stood and then kicked him in the stomach; winding him instantly.

"That's what you'll get if you speak out of line again." He spat once more.

Louis and Harry were watching from afar yet were still located next to the smelling boy. Harry looked at the yellow-stained white boxer-shorts and was beginning to think he should initiate plan B. Harry clicked his fingers and Louis was once again restraining the Irish boy whilst Zayn assisted Harry taking the boxer-shorts off. The three of them burst into laughter.

"Awww… our baby even has a small dick!" Louis mocked.

"We're going to have to remove his pubes." Harry announced.

"We'll leave that to you, you're the one that's experienced in that department." Louis laughed.

Harry shot a fiery look towards the camp boy.

They pulled off his boxer-shorts and then threw them towards Liam also. The three boys looked at the squirming boy on the floor and began chuckling at his childish movements.

"Grab me the box!" Harry instructed.

Zayn ran off to the toilet cubicle and returned with a shining silver box and handed it to their leader, Harry.

"Thanks."

He opened the box as Zayn sat down in Liam's old seat and watched. Inside contained many things: bandages, razors, plasters, shaving foam, tissues and more. But all they were interested in were the razors and the shaving cream.

"You're not coming near me with that!" Niall exclaimed weakly.

Louis tightened his grip whilst not listening to his pleas. Zayn smiled as Harry began to lather Niall in the white cream, within seconds Niall's cock was lathered in the white shaving cream. In a matter of ten minutes he would be a hairless nineteen-year old.

"I wouldn't move if I were you," he said placing the razor on Niall's curling pubes.

Harry began to remove the hair instantaneously in swift movements, then tapping the razor against the box to release the hair in which it grabbed. As he reached the half-way point Niall moved momentarily and Harry accidentally cut his flesh. A faint trickle of blood ran into the white cream causing it to change to pink.

"I told you not to move."

Zayn laughed to himself now leaning over the boy and stroking Louis's hair as he knew he would be dying for a bit more attention than the Irish boy on the floor. Harry dismissed the bleeding and continued with erasing the pubes. With one final swish his cock was spotless and hairless. They laughed at his misfortune and then let go of him.

Niall sat up, un-energetic and looked at his hairless dick; he wanted to cry but he had no tears left to cry.

"He doesn't even know the best part," Zayn announced.

"That's our little secret!" Louis yelled before letting Harry take the lime light.

Louis winked towards his partner and then looked mischievously towards the fighter, (Zayn).

Harry walked towards the bathroom, opened the door and went inside.

He looked at himself in the mirror wondering why he was doing this, was it for revenge? Was it for lust? Or was it just for the plain excitement? All of these thoughts swirled around his head as he turned the tap on and began washing his large hands. He quickly finished and returned with a second bag.

Niall wanted to know where they were getting the bags from, did they have a cupboard that was bigger on the inside or was it their Narnia? In fact Niall didn't even care anymore, they'd won. He had no chance.

Louis and Zayn sat in the seats and watched as the hairless boy stood; for a guy at the height of 5ft 7in – he didn't half look younger, was that due to his height, his baby face or his newly shaven body? They couldn't decide and that was the strange part. Niall wandered over to the handcuffed Liam and knelt, noticing the tears welling up in Liam's eyes; Niall brushed them away before he was dragged back by Harry and back towards the inhumane boys.

"I love you," winced Liam.

Harry opened the bag which contained rope and masking tape. Louis and Harry held Niall in position as Zayn picked up one of Niall's damp socks and shoved it into Niall's mouth, he began to boke.

Zayn slapped him, it didn't help the situation however and he felt more in power this way. He held the sock in place whilst placing masking tape around his mouth and head to contain the sock and stop him from screaming. He then began the rope work.

"Leave him alone!" Liam shouted.

"Shut the fuck up!" Harry growled, still holding Niall.

"Make me," Liam insisted.

Zayn quickly began the rope work, tying Niall's hands together and then tying his hands to his feet so that movement would be constricted and if he wanted to move, which he wouldn't, he'd have to be carried to where he wanted to go. The pain in Niall's eyes was unbearable.

Once the rope work had been finished Zayn rushed over to Liam and began beating him until he was quiet. Liam sat there and took the pain until the final blow to the face caused him to fall unconscious; again. At least that was one more person quiet, especially since the pair of lover boys would have made too much noise and caused suspicion when they had landed.

"Oh yeah Niall… We're not going home; we're of somewhere much nicer." Zayn said looking deeply into Niall's blue eyes, "well for us anyway, it's not going to be nicer for a little fucker like you," he said angrily pushing him to the ground once more.

The three boys looked at one another and looked happily at the work they had managed to do, they'd thought about this for months and finally they'd succeeded with their plans. With only ten minutes left till landing, they sat and began talking about their plans once they arrived.