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Harry carefully stepped over the random mess of travel cases, wires and equipment that were scattered all over the stage of the empty venue. It looked like the roadies hadn’t packed anything away and all were enjoying the day off as well. There was no rush since they did have a few days in between shows before McBusted played at the next venue.
However, Harry being the semi-neat freak he was, had organized his drum kit set yesterday after the show. He hadn’t packed everything away, he had just put away his new cymbals since he didn’t trust anyone else to be as careful as him. But during the chaos of last night, he had left his favorite pair of headphones behind. The hotel they were staying at wasn’t too far away so Harry had decided he would stop by and grab them during his morning jog.
It had appeared there was only one person at the empty venue, the guy who let him in the front but as Harry approached the backstage where his drumset would be, he abruptly stopped in his tracks when he suddenly saw and heard something.
Against one of the drum kit cases were two figures kissing quite vigorously. One of them was sitting on a storage box while the other person was standing in between their legs.
Giving himself whiplash, Harry jumped behind the stage curtain to keep himself hidden as he tried to make out who was kissing who. At first glance, he thought it was some roadie messing around with a visiting girlfriend until he recognized…the back of Matt’s faded blue-dyed head.
Had Matt’s wife come to visit? Harry thought to himself even though the person he was kissing had shoulder-length blonde hair and Matt’s wife was a brunette.
Maybe she bleached her hair?
It honestly wasn’t Harry’s business what happened in Matt’s marriage, shit, he probably had an open relationship too like him and Izzy but that still didn’t satisfy his curiosity. Being nosy as he was, Harry didn't want to leave until he figured who. He wondered if it was someone he knew, someone who worked at this venue? What if it was a fan—
However, Harry’s eyes nearly bugged out of his sockets when Matt tugged on a handful of the person’s hair and ‘the girl’ moaned.
It wasn’t a girl though.
Dougie!?
He would recognize that boyish high-pitch voice from anywhere, he also got a visual confirmation when Matt moved his body to start kissing on Dougie’s throat, giving Harry a clear view of his bandmate.
Hair disheveled, button up shirt ripped open and soft features scrunched up in pleasure, Dougie never looked so good to Harry. And the noises he was making were also heavenly to Harry’s ears.
Fuck.
Harry had to look away for a moment in disbelief and recollect his thoughts because kissing was a PG description of what they were actually doing. Dougie had his legs wrapped Matt’s waist, who was adamantly humping into him and to be honest, if they didn’t still have their clothes on, it would look they were full on fucking each other.
Harry sneaked another peak and felt even hotter than before as he gripped the velvet stage curtain around his body.
Shit.
He knew Matt and Dougie had really grown close over the last few years, bonding over their struggle with addiction but how the fuck did this happen? Sure, Matt and Dougie joked around a lot and “flirted” but to be honest, Dougie did that with everyone in the band. But it had been a running joke since the beginning of the band that Dougie and HIM were a couple, which many fans seemed to ship more than any other ship.
It was all just a big joke to them and okay…maybe sometimes they got carried away and actually made out with each other a few times but never actually had sex! It was an unspoken rule they both strictly followed because neither of them wanted to be the one responsible for messing up the band dynamic.
…even though… sometimes… Harry wanted to go all the way.
SO how the fuck did this happen?!! It’s not like it was a drunken accident since Matt and Dougie were both sober. No, this was a conscious choice.
Harry was pulled out of his thoughts when they finally broke apart and Dougie held a couple of fingers up to Matt’s lips.
“Dude, I got to go soon but I just want to make sure that Emma is okay with this…like no misunderstandings or anything?”
Instead of answering the question, Matt playfully licked Dougie’s fingers, which made Dougie giggle and make a fake disgusted noise like they hadn’t been sucking each other’s faces a second ago.
Sighing contentedly, Matt began to caress Dougie’s hair and reassured him:
“For the millionth time, yes, we talked extensively about it.” He then tucked some hair back behind Dougie’s left ear, revealing a long dangly gold earring. “Do you want to talk to her in person since you're clearly still worried about it?”
“No!” Dougie immediately snapped, looking embarrassed at the mere thought of that. “I’m just making SURE, no, no I’d rather you just be the middleman and I can act like everything is normal and not awkward the next time I see her.”
Matt let a small chuckle out at Dougie’s blabbing as he continued to play with his blonde hair before slowly slurring, “Actually… I would have mentioned this earlier but she would be totally down if you wanted to do a—
“Matt! No!” Dougie interrupted, eyes widening in panic but was trying to cover it with fake laughter. “I don’t want her to see me like…that.”
“What?” Matt smirked, grabbing the younger man’s chin and tipping it up so he couldn’t look away. “You don’t want her to see you as the needy little bitch you actually are?”
Harry could see Dougie blush a deep red before hissing, “Jesus, Matt yeah, I don’t feel comfortable—
“It’s okay, baby boy,” Matt assured him, now holding his face in both hands and stroking his cheeks tenderly. “I understand, you can only be a cockwhore with me, yeah?”
Harry grinned at Dougie's reaction, he liked how Dougie would blush every time Matt would call him a degrading name.
“Oh my god, shut up,” Dougie playfully growled, knocking his hands off his face but Matt suddenly became serious. He gave Dougie a stern look like he was giving him a warning, which confused Harry until Dougie jokingly added:
“—shut up, sir.”
As soon as Dougie uttered the word “sir,” a fucking jolt was sent right into Harry’s crotch. He quickly put a hand over his mouth as a laugh/groan had escaped but luckily it wasn’t loud enough for them to hear him. Harry also held the curtain closer to him as well, he was wearing tight jogger shorts for crying out loud!
But it wasn’t just Dougie either driving Harry crazy, Matt was sexy as fuck with his dominating confidence. A mixture of jealousy and fascination gnawed at Harry and couldn’t decide if he wanted to be Matt or be with him.
“And they said you weren’t trainable!” Matt declared in delight before bopping Dougie on the nose with one finger like he was a good dog.
“No one has ever said that, you fucking twat,” Dougie retorted, rolling his eyes and trying to go in for another kiss. However, Matt stopped him at the last minute, snatching Dougie’s face in one hand, keeping his mouth agape. While his other hand grabbed Dougie’s half-erected penis through his jeans, making the younger man whimper and squirm, pathetically.
“Twat? That’s definitely not how you address me,” Matt faux-mocked, squeezing his junk not particularly hard but it made Dougie let out a desperate gasp. “But you can’t keep your bratty mouth shut for a minute, can you?”
Dougie let out a devious giggle, eyes shining with mischief. Harry could see Dougie’s hands slowly creeping up the side and knew he was planning something wicked.
“Yeah so what are you going to do about it— Sir ?”
Dougie then grabbed onto Matt’s hand that had been holding his face and chomped down on it, not hard enough to break skin or anything but enough to hurt and startle Matt.
“You little fucker!” Matt snarled, instinctively pulling his hand back as Dougie took the opportunity to jump off the storage box and out of reach.
Giggling like an idiot, he tried to run away (Harry knew he loved being chased) until Matt caught him from behind. His laughter became even louder as he half-heartedly struggled just to be annoying.
Harry felt stabs of jealousy shoot through him as he watched because dammit, he wanted to be the source of Dougie’s laughter.
Gahhh, he is so cute like this…
Matt carried Dougie over to the drum riser (the platform on the stage to raise the drums up higher) and roughly slammed him against it.
“You don’t think I wouldn’t fuck you right here in the open?” Matt questioned, bending him over and grabbing a handful of hair.
Throat exposed, Dougie’s Adam's apple bobbled when his laughter turned into a guttural groan. He was clearly enjoying the rough treatment and even shoved Matt back with his ass like he was trying to knock him over. But that just made Matt grunt and pull on his hair harder before smacking his ass as well.
“Such a fucking brat! Keep still!
“HnnghnNG FUCK me!” Dougie cried out, using one hand to brace himself against the platform as he tried to slip a hand down his own trousers.
“Oh no you fucking don’t!” Matt exclaimed, snatching Dougie’s wrist and twisting it behind his back.
A lewd yelp escaped Dougie’s mouth as Matt also then yanked his body up by hair, holding him in place against him and breathing into his ear: “You don’t touch yourself or cum until I say so, bitch.”
Licking the shell of Dougie’s ear, Matt then slammed him back against the platform and smacked his ass again, harder this time.
Dougie cringed against the harsh strike, nodding feverishly and moaning, “Yes sir!”
Harry dramatically looked away, curling further into the thick curtain. Yeah, there was no way he would be able to prevent himself from getting a raging boner if they actually fucked on stage. So he had 3 options: A) try to slip away immediately, B) stay and fucking masturbate into a curtain like a fucking creep or C) walk out and catch them in the act and see what happens.
Though… if Harry chose option C that would present even more unpredictable scenarios like would they stop and play it off or beg him not to tell anyone or ask him to join in?
Yeah…ask me to join…as if!
All these different options were giving Harry a proper headache and he knew he had to make a decision right now. He rapidly began to plan how to slip down the stage stairs and—
“Oi, LADS what’s going ON here!?” Harry heard himself basically yell as his body moved on its own accord and jumped out in front of them.
Well, option C it was, whether Harry liked it or not. The impulse to just rip the band-aid off and get the awkwardness over with overtook Harry's real time actions and honesty, it was probably for the best.
At first both Dougie and Matt both froze into place, looking like deer in highlights unsure how to react. Few seconds later, Dougie scrambled to get up and went to hide behind Matt, trying to cover his obvious boner. Matt, however, showed no signs of being embarrassed or even looking bothered as a tiny smirk began to form on his face.
“Did I interrupt something?” Harry casually inquired, trying to appear totally unfazed by the whole thing. If Matt was going to act like nothing was wrong, he would too!
“How long have you been watching us, you fucking pervert?” Matt asked, voice cracking like he was about to burst out laughing.
“Long enough that you can’t say it’s just a joke,” Harry confidently stated. He then strolled over to where he had left his headphones on the other side of the drum riser before picking them up.
Waving the headphones around as an explanation to why he was even there, he then tutted, disapprovingly: “Are you guys serious? Right in front of my drums?”
Matt let out a hearty chuckle at the “right front of my salad” porn reference, which made Harry feel at ease like they weren’t in a weird tense situation and they were just hanging out.
Dougie, on the other hand, remained silent even though that was a joke he would usually find funny too. Harry could see Dougie frantically glancing around for a quick exit since he knew he hated conflict and being confronted but Harry wasn’t going to let him get away that easily.
“Why are you hiding, Dougie?” Harry abruptly snapped at Dougie, knowing exactly why and just wanted to further embarrass him.
Honestly, Harry was feeling a bit betrayed by Dougie at the moment. Yes, he acknowledged he was highly jealous Dougie had chosen to mess around with Matt and not him even though, they had wayyyyy more history. He was also peeved over the fact Dougie probably was never going to tell him, they were best friends afterward all and you tell your friends this kind of shit.
“I’ve seen you with a boner a million times, you know?” Harry added, indifferently. “Maybe not for a guy but it’s the same thing, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, why are you hiding, Dougie?” Matt also questioned, turning around and catching Dougie by the left arm when he tried to back away. Smirking at Dougie’s boner, he pulled Dougie in front of him and cackled: “Everyone already knows you’re a horny slut, no need to be shy.”
“The biggest slut,” Harry agreed in a cold voice, shooting Dougie a look of malice.
Dougie physically faltered at Harry’s glare and nervously darted his blue eyes back and forth between Matt and Harry.
“This is weirding me out,” Dougie squeaked in a very high-pitched voice, higher than usual. “I’m gonna go—
“You aren’t going anywhere,” Matt told him, grip becoming tighter on his arm. “You’re the reason it’s weird. Let’s talk this out like adults. Now I want to know have you two actually fucked or what? Because sometimes the sexual tension between you two is so thick even Danny notices.”
“Matt!” Dougie hissed, trying again to yank his arm away. However, Matt ended up grabbing his other wrist before twisting Dougie around and pinning both his wrist behind his back.
“No, we haven't,” Harry answered, watching Dougie struggle against Matt. “And I won’t lie, I’m a little salty that you fucked him first.”
Really salty actually, more than he liked to admit.
"That's a pity." Matt made a sad face and rested his chin on Dougie's shoulder as he continued to hold him in place. "But you’re in luck, Dougie and I haven't actually fucked fuck fuck yet just blowjobs—
“It would have messed up the band!” Dougie piped up, loudly over Matt. He then tried jumping up and shoving his shoulder in Matt’s face to get him off him but yelped in pain when Matt simply twisted on one of his wrists.
"OH that's horseshit," Matt pointed out. "I’m technically in your band now. What were you thinking when you threw yourself at me?”
“I didn’t throw myself at you!” Dougie snarled, getting really defensive now. “Let me go, goddammit, I want to leave!”
Harry thought for a second that maybe he should get Matt to let him go since Dougie was getting visibly upset but it irked him that Dougie was actively avoiding eye contact with him. If Dougie actually asked for help with actual words then he would not hesitate to help; however, right now he was enjoying how flustered Dougie was getting.
”What are you being all pissy about?” Matt implored, shaking him a bit to calm him down. “You got two guys that want to fuck you! An attention whore like you should be loving it!”
Dougie instantly froze like the words being spoken out loud had physically paralyzed him and muttered: “Please…this is so weird just let me go…”
“You think we’re mad or are gonna fight over you?” Matt asked in a softer tone. Averting his gaze to Harry, he gave him a lazy knowing smile and wiggled his eyebrows. “I certainly don’t mind sharing. What about you Harry?”
Usually, no Harry did not like to share and he also did not like the fact Matt and Dougie were already intimately familiar with each other. But this was a pretty unique opportunity and the alluring thought of Dougie sandwiched between them convinced Harry to at least try and see where this went.
“Not sure how this works,” Harry admitted, nodding to Matt’s proposal. “Never done it with all guys.”
Matt grinned, widely and nodded as well. A transcendent understanding seemed to take place between Harry and Matt right then like they could suddenly read each other’s mind, well when it concerned Dougie anyways.
“Oh, I don’t have a choice!?” Dougie exclaimed, beginning to struggle again as the color in his face got even redder (if that was possible at this point).
“Alright knock it off,” Matt ordered, marching them forward closer to Harry so Dougie was literally nose to nose with him. “Tell us right now, you don’t want this.”
Again, Dougie refused to make eye contact with Harry, closing his eyes shut and turning his head to the side. All Dougie’s confusing emotions felt amplified as his boner was still going strong, so physically and mentally it was all too much at once for him.
He needed to think!
“Tell us right now you don’t want this.” Matt repeated before managing to clutch both of Dougie’s wrists in one hand so he could use his other hand to hold his head still by the hair. “Say you don’t want it and we’ll stop.”
The painfully pull of his long hair made Dougie open his eyes and face Harry. Surprisingly, he went still when he saw Harry actually had a concerned look on his face.
“Stop thinking so much,” Harry tenderly told him before swatting Matt’s hand out of his hair, who gladly backed off. He began to fondly pet Dougie's head, soothing the spot Matt had pulled on. “It will be fun, don’t take it so seriously...the band will be fine." Massaging his scalp, running fingers through his hair. "You’re so pretty and we just want to give you the attention you deserve and obviously want.”
Dougie blinked, now looking a bit dazed and had fully leaned into Harry’s touch. He suddenly couldn’t remember why he was against this, there was no screaming or bad blood like he thought there would be and it was soooo nice being touched like this.
“That’s a good boy.”
“Always the romantic,” Matt teased Harry, who was still behind Dougie. Letting go of Dougie's wrists, he had wrapped his arms around his waist and whispered in a low voice. “Why don’t you kiss him and see how you feel, baby?”
Finally!
Harry slowly leaned in and was going to take it slow like Dougie was still a frightened deer but was caught off guard when Dougie was the one to crash against his lips first. It was desperate, needy and a bit sloppy like he had been waiting for a really long time.
It was worth the wait.
Dougie groaned wantonly into Harry’s mouth and jerked forward, boner bumping into his own crotch. The contact sent a shiver down Harry’s spine as he deepened the kiss and snaked a hand down Dougie’s trousers, fondling him.
Damn, Dougie was rock hard now.
Dougie mewled and his whining only got louder because Matt also had lifted Dougie’s shirt and started playing with his nipples. All this attention and hands everywhere, especially when Harry began stroking him made Dougie feel like he was going to burst in any second. Eyes half-lidded, Dougie started to breathe heavily and began gyrating along with Harry's hand.
So close, so close..
Unfortunately for Dougie, Matt and Harry both brazenly stopped touching him in sync like they were connected, which made Dougie cry out in frustration. He was still sandwiched between them but they had just stopped...?
What the fuck!
Opening his eyes, Dougie found them were smugly looking down at him, maybe he was too far gone to care but he let out dejected moan up at them.
"Awww baby boy, don't be sad," Matt cooed in a disgustingly sweet voice. "We just wanted to make sure you are consenting to this before we go any further."
"Of course I am!" Dougie almost shrieked, trying to move against them to get some friction but they didn't budge and was annoyingly just stuck in limbo between them.
“Hey now, I thought Matt had taught you some manners," Harry sternly reprimanded him. "You will apologize and then ask nicely to be fucked by the both of us."
Dougie wasn't sure if he liked this tag team Matt and Harry had suddenly established, however; he was desperate for them to touch him again and swiftly begged, "I'm sorry! Sorry sir! Please yes, I consent! Please fuck me, both of you please, sir, sir...please I need to cum!"
“Geez okay, you don't have to shout,” Matt bemusedly reassured him. “Don’t worry...you will cum but first..." Dougie was then forced onto his knees in front of Harry, who started to unzip his trouser.
“...you gotta suck Harry off."
Chapter 2
Notes:
Alright I hope this chapter is nasty enough for you guys lol 😅
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Before Dougie could protest, Matt hushed him and patted his head, reassuringly. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll keep an eye out.”
Dougie wasn’t sure how he could feel any more humiliation as he was already on his knees with his throbbing cock out on full fucking display but somehow he did and burned even redder.
“That’s not— shouldn't we…I don’t know, move this to one of the backstage dressing rooms for more privacy?” Dougie stuttered, staring directly at Harry’s bulging crotch that was mere centimeters from his face. Unfortunately that alone was not enough to distract him from looking onwards at the large empty venue. It unnerved him and the paranoia of someone walking in on them kept creeping into his mind.
“But you thrive on the stage, Doug,” Harry replied, gripping Dougie’s chin and slowly turning his head back to him. “You should see yourself, the confidence radiates off you and the people go crazy for it. They love watching you.”
“I actually think he would perform better if the place was filled up with people,” Matt’s distant voice added. “He acts all shy but we all know he’s really a little attention whore.”
Running a thumb over Dougie’s bottom lip, Harry’s piercing dark blue eyes hypnotized him into forgetting where he was at the moment. Also, that familiar adrenaline rush Dougie got while performing on stage suddenly surged throughout his veins, making him see stars.
“Does it get you hard… thinking about that?” Harry asked in a husky voice, caressing his cheek. “Everyone watching you?”
Hysterical screaming almost sounded audible as if an audience was actually here with them, especially the cries of ‘those shippers.’ They would lose their goddamn minds if they saw what was happening right now and might even get turned on themselves. And the thought of everyone touching themselves in the venue because of him was an alluring concept.
Alluring AS FUCK.
Maybe Dougie did like the idea of a crowd watching him before letting out a low whimper and allowing his self-consciousness to melt away. He then unconsciously grabbed for his own pulsating cock, (out of habit) but was rudely interrupted when Matt snatched his wrist in a harsh grip.
Looking up at Matt made Dougie freeze in his place since Matt was giving him a reprimanding stare that basically reiterated:
You do not touch yourself or cum until I say so, bitch.
“Sorry, sir,” Dougie quickly blurted out, feeling heated again. However, Matt didn’t let go of Dougie’s wrist and yanked it behind his back along with his other arm. But this time Dougie felt a microphone cord (that had been laying around nearby) being wrapped around his wrists.
Oh fuck, okay.
“Maybe this will help keep your hands to yourself,” Matt mock-scolded him, tying the cords rather tightly. “I imagine Harry only wants your mouth anyways.”
“It’s like you are inside my mind, Matt!” Harry enthusiastically agreed, watching Dougie experimentally pull at the cords that gave him absolutely no slack. Shit, why hadn’t he thought of that? Dougie tied up was his new favorite thing now thanks to Matt’s brilliant thinking.
“How am I supposed to—” Dougie had begun to say right before Matt put a hand in the middle of his back and pushed him forward while still holding on to his bound wrists, stretching him out. Dougie grunted at the sudden position change as it did crack his back but soon discovered Harry had whipped his engorged cock at the same moment, which resulted in his face colliding into it.
Jesus Christ!
It shocked Dougie more than anything yet sent pleasurable thrills into his already throbbing cock. Fuck, this was happening and it was BIG and yeah sure, he had seen Harry’s cock plenty of times before in the dressing room but this was different.
Wayyyyy different. On another planet different.
“Go on, lick it,” Harry encouraged, eyes going dark with lust as he held it out for Dougie. His voice had deepened and for some reason Harry seemed to have grown taller as well, towering over his younger bandmate.
Butterflies scattered around inside Dougie’s stomach as he gulped in uncertain anticipation. Could it even fit? The thought of dislocating his jaw quickly flashed through his brain but ultimately decided to stick his tongue out and lick the underside before gradually lapping up the pre-cum that had gathered at Harry’s tip. Dougie instantly felt Harry shiver at the initial contact, who also let a curse out:
“Fucking hell, Doug—
Dougie kept his eyes glued to Harry’s pleasure-filled face, wanting to watch his every reaction. Some people might find it demeaning to suck cock but in reality he was in control of the pleasure Harry was feeling and could take it away at any moment. And honestly, he didn’t hate the taste of cock, he semi-enjoyed Harry’s salty pre-cum and continued to lick like it was a lollipop.
Matt had remained crouching behind Dougie and took the opportunity to snake his hands around Dougie’s torso to unbutton his shirt. Dougie didn’t seem to notice even when Matt yanked the shirt down to his bound wrists. No, not until Matt wrapped his arms around his exposed chest again and pinched down hard on both his nipples.
“MMMphHH!”
Yelping in surprise, Dougie instantly buckled and instinctively tried shoving Matt’s hands away but soon remembered he couldn’t as he tugged uselessly against the restraints. Matt evilly chuckled in his ear as he carried on playing with his sensitive nipples, all while Harry had also taken the opportunity to grab a handful of Dougie’s hair and forcing him to take more of his cock.
“GAACKK—
Cock now pressed up against his uvula, Dougie could feel his gag reflex begin to protest at the intrusion. His tongue went wild trying to push back; however, that only excited Harry further as he abruptly thrust in even deeper.
“Fuck! So tight, holy shit!”
“Damn Harry, even I haven’t tried to deep throat him yet,” Matt snickered, letting go of Dougie's nipples to hold him in place as the younger man’s body had jammed backwards into him. Dougie was squirming like crazy between the two of them, while his muffled gagging noises filled the concert hall.
“Especially with that thing! I see now that the attitude cover wasn’t photoshopped.”
Matt’s words hadn’t really registered as Harry was focusing on one thing right now and that was choking Dougie with his cock. And honestly, Harry did not even feel slightly bad about it, usually he would never dare doing this kind of thing with his wife because he always wanted to please and fulfill her every need. But with Dougie…he had the overwhelming urge to fuck him hard, really hard. He wanted to leave bruises on him, he wanted to make him cry because shit…Dougie just looked so damn good in distress.
Tears were certainly flowing down Dougie’s face as it mixed in with the excessive amount of drool leaking from the sides of his mouth. The unholy cocktail of body fluids then dripped down onto Dougie’s chest, making his right pec tattoos glisten in the light.
“Taking it so bloody good!” Harry proudly praised him. Both hands in Dougie’s long hair, he stopped tugging on it and gave him a quick scalp massage as a little reward.
“Mmmmmm…..”
Dougie forgot he was choking for a second when Harry began to massage him but it did not last long before Harry was pulling on his hair again. Though this time Harry managed to thrust in so deep down his throat that Dougie’s nose was now in Harry’s pubic hair.
Matt let out an impressed noise behind them.
Harry held him there, loving how Dougie’s throat kept seizing up and spasming against his cock. He then felt an added pressure when Matt started rubbing the part of Dougie’s throat where the bugle was protruding from. It almost looked like Dougie had grown a second Adam’s apple and that visual was the trigger for Harry’s tipping point.
“Fuck—I’m gonna—
Hearing those words caused Dougie to harshly buckle against the both of them again, afraid he was going to drown if Harry shot his cum down his throat (obviously he wasn’t thinking clearly atm from lack of oxygen) but Matt hugged him and reassuringly whispered:
“Sssssssshhhhh, you’re being such an amazing cockwhore so far, you can do this!”
Harry’s cock then exploded like a water gun into his stomach, which made Dougie’s eyes started to roll around in his head. Though, Matt’s praise seemed to have also triggered powerful pleasure-filled shocks that also went straight into his abdomen as well. All the different sensations were so overwhelming and intense, Dougie eventually blacked out from it.
…
Euphoria became his entire being.
...
…
“Did you just cum TOO?” Matt asked in disbelief when all of Dougie’s body weight went limp against him. Peaking over his shoulder, Matt saw quite the sticky mess all over Dougie’s lap and leftover cum still oozing from his dick. Some of it had even gotten on Harry but Harry hadn’t notice as he was still coming down from his personal euphoria.
“Oh my god, you really are a whore!” Matt half-laughed in awe. “I didn’t even touch your dick or g-spot!l”
High as fuck off that orgasm, Harry blinked when he slowly re-entered this reality and realized his dick was still buried in Dougie’s throat. He carefully pulled it out like Dougie was suddenly a fragile baby bird that needed the upmost love and care as if Harry hadn't been the one to brutally fuck his face. Harry also got on his knees and cradled Dougie's beautiful face, while wiping away some of the drool and cum that dribbled out of his open mouth.
Blue eyes hazy and out of focus, Dougie was still completely fucked out of his mind and was only vaguely aware of what was going on around him.
“I think you killed him,” Matt joked, pushing Dougie's wrinkled up shirt back onto his shoulders. “May have to try that magical dick of yours myself, bloody hell.”
“Down to share, mi casa es su casa,” Harry smirked, feeling grateful Matt had been here to hold Dougie for him because he probably would have stopped the first time Dougie gagged. He was finding Matt to be the perfect hype man to have around for this sort of ‘thing.’
"At least someone has manners, unlike someone!" Matt loudly retorted, totally directing the statement at Dougie but when he gave no response, Matt then roughly grasped Dougie's sensitive cock. "You know, you were supposed to ask first before cumming, you dumb slut.”
"Sorry!" Dougie cried out in pain, immediately being jolted back to his senses. He wasn't even sure what he was even saying sorry for but found Harry playing with his hair and smiling at him. He found himself relaxing again and leaning into his touch until Matt gripped his hair and arched his neck back.
"I don't think you're sorry at all."
Of course, Dougie wasn’t sorry and sheepishly gave Matt some puppy eyes like that would make up for it. His eyes were still teary so it would have worked on a weaker man.
“Yeah, I don’t think he is sorry at all either," Harry agreed, smile becoming twisted yet continued to gently caressing Dougie's hair. "It's not fair you got to cum and Matt didn’t."
“Thank you, Harry,” Matt replied, pointing a hand at Harry. “But it’s okay.” He then abruptly pushed Dougie off him so he landed face first in Harry's lap (since his hands were still tied together). Harry still had his dick out so he basically collided with it once again. Dougie then yelped when he felt Matt crudely grabbed his ass, purposefully rubbing where he had spanked him earlier.
“I call first dibs on this tonight,” Matt proclaimed, teasingly. “After your punishment, of course, you naughty boy.”
Chapter 3
Notes:
Ellie doesn’t exist in this timeline because I’m too lazy to factor her in but everyone else’s wife or gf exists because I do like writing complex relationships overall. But it’s just easier to have Dougie single in this particular FICtional story.
Just want to stress this is pure fantasy. I know some ppl are strongly against rpf but ppl have sexual fantasies in their minds all the time with ppl they don’t know, I just happen to write it down and share it with complete strangers on the internet. This is between us, please don’t ever send celebrities weird fics of themselves!!!!!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Waking up from his afternoon nap, Dougie whined in annoyance as he slapped a hand on his forehead after noticing he had another fucking boner. He couldn’t help it when those images from this morning kept flashing through his head on repeat of him being helpless, desperate and bound between Matt and Harry…
FUCK!
Cringing, Dougie grabbed a hand towel he left on the nightstand to clean himself up before rolling out of bed and heading to the bathroom. He definitely needed to call room service again for new sheets and needed to also tidy up too since ‘they’ all agreed to meet up again in his hotel room.
Yes, 'they' as in Matt, Harry and Dougie had agreed to “see” each other again later tonight around 10pm. It was 5pm now so Dougie had plenty of time to get ready, yet felt like that still wasn’t enough time to process what they fuck they had just done with each other. If he didn’t have the bruises on his wrists from the mic cord restraints, he would have written it off as a fucked up wet dream.
It certainly would not have been the first time he has had that kind of dream.
Throwing the nasty hand towel in the pile of other dirty towels in the corner of the bathroom, Dougie then started the shower as he kicked off his boxers. He kept the water cool almost cold to keep himself awake and distracted from having his mind drift off again. He had wanked off way more than normal today and knew he needed a break before he hurt himself.
Somehow, he had surpassed his personal record of wanks in a day.
Sex was something that always lingered in Dougie's mind, (no surprises there) it had been like that since puberty hit but now after experiencing that threesome with Matt and Harry, he literally couldn’t stop thinking about it for even one minute.
It had always been an inside joke that Dougie was the band's bitch, a role he accepted lightheartedly since it was just a joke but fuck, he was really relishing the role now. Sure, ‘being a bitch” usually had a negative connotation attached to it but how could he hate it when he got so much attention from it? Also, Harry and Matt were people he admired and even idolized at some point and the fact they both wanted him was fucking unreal. It felt like he was a fucking fifteen years old again when he first joined the band, Matt being the older cool guy in the successful rock band and Harry being the posh snob he wanted to impress for some reason.
Though, the craziest part of all this was that they both were willingly to “share” him, which made Dougie blush every time he thought about it. That kind of arrangement rarely happened in real life so he HAD to take full advantage of it while it lasted.
“No, no,” Dougie mumbled to himself when he realized he was getting another boner. Turning the shower handle to the coldest temperature possible, he let out an expected squeak as the freezing water pelted his warm body. It worked immediately as he lost his arousal and thoughts instead turned to the complexities of his and Harry’s relationship instead.
Anxiety and doubt began to fill his core.
Honestly, Dougie had been fully expecting Harry to blow his lid when he caught him and Matt together, hence his initial apprehension to this arrangement. He had known Harry for a long time and knew he was the jealous type, especially when it came to Izzy and ultimately, him as well.
It was hard to explain their relationship/friendship. An outsider definitely would not get it, actually sometimes Dougie himself didn’t get it either. Harry had never come in between his past girlfriends or anything, it was never like that but at the same time Harry made it very known to everyone Dougie was his...like if Dougie got any male attention Harry would suddenly become very possessive.
What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
The cold water now felt good against his skin after getting used to it; however, the water had also given Dougie more mental clarity, which he didn’t necessarily like as he realized him and Harry would have to talk about this at some point...talk about their feelings...
Fuck that.
Wanting to literally scrub these annoying and confusing thoughts out of his head, Dougie grabbed for his expensive brand shampoo on the shower shelf to metaphorically wash them away. He began to massage his head as if he could dig out all the doubt and anxiety in his mind and soon enough his long blonde hair was covered in soapy suds.
“Stop thinking so much,” Harry had tenderly told him earlier today. “It will be fun, don’t take it so seriously...the band will be fine."
Dougie abruptly stopped scrubbing his head and sighed out loud, “Okay fine.”
If Harry didn’t seem worried about it, so why should he? He was going to be fucked by two hot guys, the only thing he should be worrying about right now was if Harry was up to the kind of sex Matt and him had discussed prior. Dougie had always openly joked about being kinky but he wasn’t sure if Harry actually knew how kinky he actually meant.
Nevertheless, he had a feeling Harry wouldn't hate the stuff Dougie wanted done to him because Harry definitely had a sadistic side. He just wondered how sadistic. Well, if anything did make Harry uncomfortable Matt was there and they had already discussed their kinks with each other prior.
Shaking his head to rinse his hair out, Dougie decided to just concentrate on making himself look as hot as possible for tonight. People would never believe him but it did take a lot of prep work to look 'photoshoot hot' and he hoped all that work would keep his mind occupied for a while...until…he got another boner.
FUCK.
Danny raised a perplexed eyebrow when he caught sight of Dougie walking through the hotel lobby towards the hotel restaurant & bar he was currently sitting at. His younger band mate was dressed to fucking impressed all while Danny just had sweats on and unkempt curly hair going every direction. They had the next few days off so of course he looked like a slob and he imagined the rest of the guys would too if they had come down.
Did he just come back from a solo photoshoot? Danny thought to himself, picking up the pint of beer he had ordered for himself.
Danny had invited all the guys down for dinner but Dougie was the only one who responded. He imagined everyone else was Skyping their significant other or just got room service, which admittedly Danny had been doing with his fiancée an hour earlier but being the extrovert he was, Danny preferred to eat at a restaurant.
Taking a thoughtful sip of his beer, Danny continued to stare at Dougie until the overwhelming smell of his sweet cologne finally reached the booth.
“Ay mate, you going somewhere after this?”
Up close he noted Dougie was decked out in an expensive dark blue Valentino buttoned down, which he left unbuttoned almost to his navel, presumably to show off his pec tattoo and all the necklaces he worn. He also had on long slimming black trousers that accentuated his ass and black-studded Chelsea boots.
Dougie coolly shook his head and sat down across from him and just shrugged, “It’s just what I had lying around.”
“Yeah, okay.”
Usually Danny didn’t notice these kind of things but it wasn’t just the red-carpet outfit Dougie was wearing, he was freshly-shaved and had blown dry his hair out too. He also could have sworn Dougie was wearing makeup as well, some eyeliner, eyeshadow and concealer. He had obviously dressed up for someone/something and it confused Danny why he wouldn’t just say.
However, Danny’s mind instantly went back to football as soon as he glanced back down at his phone that had been streaming a live game. He had turned the volume off so he wouldn’t disturb other patrons even though two guys at the bar had been screaming at another football game for the last thirty minutes.
“Bolton! Two to three!” Danny exclaimed in outrage, not caring if he knew Dougie didn’t care about football. He almost wished Harry had come down instead so he could talk sports with him.
“You didn’t bet any money this time, did ya?" Dougie asked, humouring him as Danny was right about him not giving a shit about football.
“Nah, not until finals.” Danny smiled, sheepishly before the waitress at the bar came over to take their orders.
Dougie ordered a ginger ale and chicken wrap, making Danny think twice before ordering the double bacon cheeseburger he had been craving. He already felt under dressed compared to Dougie and he didn’t want to feel fat too so he opted for a Cobb salad with chicken but didn’t hold back on ordering another pint of beer.
“What’s the most money you have ever lost?” Dougie inquired just to keep the conversation going; however, Danny got distracted by a text message that popped up over the video and didn’t hear the question.
“Harry’s coming down,” Danny mentioned, quickly exiting out of the text so he could continue to watch the game. Now he could talk proper sports when their drummer joined them.
What?” Dougie responded in an oddly panicked voice. “I thought…it was just us two.”
Danny looked up from his phone and saw that Dougie suddenly appeared really nervous. He basically jumped out of his seat when the waitress had comeback to give them their drinks like he thought she was Harry.
“Are we on a date?” Danny joked before finishing off his first pint so he could start his second. “Is that why you dressed up so fancy?” He then gently kicked his foot out and hit one of Dougie’s boots, pretending to play flirty footsies with him. “Come on, babe don’t be nervous.”
“Shut up! Don’t scuff them!” Dougie snapped in annoyance. His eyes kept drifting over to hotel elevator as if he was waiting for the devil himself to walk out.
Someone's on their period.
“Wat is yer problem?” Danny hissed, beginning to get irritate at Dougie’s weird behavior. He knew he could be annoying sometimes but he had done nothing to warrant such a bitchy response from his friend.
Dougie reacted like he forgot Danny was there for a second and tried to recover as he mumbled: “Uh, sorry it’s just that I had a uh, thing with Harry and we haven’t talked yet...so yeah I don’t know, it’s stupid…nevermind.”
“Did you punch him again for him calling you poo breath?” Danny drolly responded before turning his attention back to his phone. Everyone got in fights over stupid shit, it happened all the time being in band and spending so much time together.
“Something like that.”
“You guys are stupid.” Danny chortled, rolling his eyes, kind of over it but when he caught the sight of Harry walking through the lobby he excitedly abruptly hollered:
“Oi Harry over here!
***
“You’re looking pretty tonight, Butty. Got a hot date later?”
Dougie didn’t even have to look at Harry to know he had asked that question with a shit-eating grin spread across his face.
“That’s what I said!” Danny laughed in agreement, sliding over into the booth so Harry could sit next to him. “Mate, look at this fucking stalemate!” Shoving his phone into Harry’s face and updating him on the game statistics.
Harry continued to stare at Dougie, looking him up and down with hungry eyes all while Dougie avoided eye contact like his life depended on it.
Funny enough, this is exactly the kind of reaction Dougie had initially wanted from Harry about his appearance BUT in his room LATER tonight. NOT here, IN PUBLIC with friggin Danny sitting right in front of them.
I shouldn’t have come down! I should have gotten fucking room service, Dougie screamed, internally. Why the fuck did I come down like this????
Only thirty minutes ago Dougie had actually felt alleviated when Danny had texted him asking if he wanted to grab dinner because god, he needed to get out of that hotel room. After prepping himself for tonight's activities, Dougie started driving himself crazy playing the waiting game. Nothing could distract him long enough to make the time go by faster so a quick bite with Danny seemed like a welcomed distraction for the next two hours. Unfortunately, the possibility of Harry joining them had not even cross his anxiety-filled mind.
So fucking stupid.
Harry was also dressed in casual wear like Danny, sporting a sleeveless Sex Pistols t-shirt and baggy black joggers. He smelled really nice too, like he had just taken a shower and appeared to have shaved closer than his usual 5 o'clock shadow.
“Come on, tell us about your date later!” Harry teased, lightly kicking Dougie under the table.
Dougie jumped with a start, not realizing he was the one staring at Harry now. He had been wondering if Harry shaved that closely to avoid beard burn. Blinking, he saw Harry had an evil smug gleam in his eyes, which threw him off even more as he stupidly mumbled, “I don’t have a date."
“Booty call then?”
“Dougie’s definitely the booty,” Danny offhandedly remarked, not looking up from the game, which made Harry laugh out loud.
Dougie couldn't think of a quick retort and just blushed like a fucking idiot. He knew Harry was playing with him and it was getting under this skin a bit.
Well, two could play that game.
Harry and Danny went back to sports talk after the waitress came back and took Harry’s order. At one point they high-fived each other when Bolton Wanderers scored another goal all while Dougie tried to think of something to say to embarrass Harry.
“It’s tied! If the attack can keep it up—
“Harry, have you ever had a threesome before!?” Dougie randomly interjected a little too loudly.
Danny and Harry stopped and both gave Dougie a strange look like he had lost his mind. Harry didn't miss a beat though and confidently said: “Yeah?”
“An all guy one?” Dougie smirked, making Danny choke on his drink.
“Why? You asking for advice?” Harry again quickly responded. He didn't even seemed fazed by the question. “Is that why you are so dressed up tonight?”
Danny burst into laughter so loud he didn't even hear that his phone had started ringing. When he did notice, he grabbed a napkin and coughed into while simultaneously pushing Harry out of the way so he could get out of the booth.
"Sorry, the Mrs is calling, boys."
Danny then walked off for privacy, leaving a seething Dougie, who was annoyed that his attempt to embarrass Harry had backfired on him.
“You’re being such a weirdo right now,” Harry commented, grabbing Danny’s water to take a sip since his drink still hasn't come. “Like weirder than usual.”
“You started it!”
“I was teasing you like I always do,” Harry replied, rolling his eyes. “You’re the one acting like a spaz right now, spouting nonsense in front of Danny.” Harry then sighed and put a hand to his face. “Maybe this was a terrible idea. You’re acting like such a girl about this, I thought you just wanted to fuck—
“I can say the same thing!”
"What are you even talking about?"
“I’m not stupid Harry, I know you were pissed when you caught me and Matt," Dougie pointed out. "You're acting all cool and fine about it right now but I know you, Harry. And I'm not really sure what game you're playing, agreeing to join us because you don’t share.”
Dougie seemed to hit a nerve as Harry viciously hissed, “The only thing I’m pissed about is you go on and on about the precious band dynamic for years and how us fucking would ruin it but you fucking drop your panties when Matt says so!”
Dougie turned bright red, Harry had also hit a nerve for him because that motherfucker knew Dougie had always had crush on Matt. Though, Dougie kept calm and took a deep breath and tried to explain his point of view.
“McBusted is only temporary, so it will naturally end with Matt at some point but with you… I don’t know…I don't know. It's different."
Harry didn’t have a quick answer to that like he always did as that statement had stumped him.
“Okay look, you never asked either, it was always just spur of the moment with us. Matt actually asked me and we went over rules and boundaries,” Dougie continued in a hushed voice. “We, you and me have never talked about it. I think this is literally the first time I think we have ever verbalized this to each other.”
There was an awkward silence when the waitress came by and dropped off Harry’s sparkling water.
“Okay I get it,” Harry finally muttered. “I do, I get what you’re trying to say. Sex breakup bands all the time and you're worried about that with us but the thing is it already happened.”
Dougie flinched, well he couldn't argue with that.
“It happened so we gotta deal with it and we can. We have gone through the worst shit before so I think we can figure out friends with benefits kind of situation. Our bond as friends and bandmates is too strong to let it be ruined by sex.”
“You think so?”
Harry nodded and went to touch to touch Dougie's hand, who hesitated at first. “Everyone already thinks we have or are fucking anyways.” If the table wasn't between them Harry would have given Dougie a reassuring kiss.
“Might as well, don’t you agree?”
The rest of dinner with Danny went painfully slow and it did not help that Harry kept touching him throughout it. Though, he felt so much lighter now after talking with Harry, which they should have done earlier. Danny was too into his football game to notice the extra flirting but to be honest Harry teasing Dougie was typical behavior on a normal day.
They didn't bother being discreet and just went straight to Dougie's room together. They were just a couple of friends hanging out, why would anyone think differently? But that friendship ended as soon as that door shut behind them and Harry slammed him against the door to kiss him.
It was an aggressive kiss, full of want and lust like they were releasing years of not fucking. They traded fresh breaths of mints as Dougie had gulped several down after dinner and given Harry one too while in the elevator.
"God, you drive me crazy," Harry murmured in his mouth, arms wrapping around him to grab his ass. "Been thinking of your mouth all day and how amazing it looked around my cock."
Dougie giggled, feeling relieved he wasn’t the only pervert thinking about what happened this morning all day too. Harry lifted him up like he weighed nothing, still kissing him and slowly backed towards the bed.
Dougie was so grateful the maids had come to tidy up his room while he was gone, well he thinks they did because he hadn't really gotten a chance to look around the room but the bed felt like it had been freshly made when Harry dropped him down on it.
Trousers feeling a bit tight now, Dougie unzipped them and tried pulling them down but as he twisted around he almost had a heart attack when he saw a man sitting on the room's couch, watching them. A girly shriek immediately exploded from his mouth even though Dougie knew who the man was as soon as he saw him.
“What the fuck Matt!?” Harry also yelled totally flabbergasted, stumbling backwards as he had been trying to kick off his shoes.
"I didn't want to interrupt," Matt laughed, dying at their reactions. “I have a key card, remember?”
Of course, Matt could have intervened a bit earlier but hearing Dougie's startled scream was worth it. He had let himself maybe about ten minutes before Dougie and Harry had come stumbling in. It wasn't like he had been trying to hide, he was just chilling on the couch going through Dougie's ‘special’ suitcase.
"Oh yeah," Dougie chuckled, flusteredly before pushing himself into a sitting position on the bed. Excitement started flowing through his veins at the sight of Matt, loving that white tank top he was wearing since itt showcased his tattoos sleeves.
“I know I’m a little early. Thought I just waited for you but I see you guys couldn’t wait,” Matt snickered, bemusedly. “I was just going through young Douglass’s little sex shop over here.” Casually holding up a sizable dildo and some bondage cuffs.
Harry still had barely recovered from Matt scaring the shit out of him and almost lost his balance again at the sight of Matt holding up a dildo. He was no stranger to sex toys but all of this at once was just really jarring.
“Harry, come over here, you gotta see all the shit he has," Matt sniggered, beckoning him over to sit next to him on the double sofa.
The large suit case's lid was blocking the full view so Harry came over and walked around the coffee table it laid on and took a peak.
Matt wasn’t kidding, it was a fucking mini sex shop in there.
Harry turned to gape at Dougie, who suddenly was super busy taking off boots and seemed to be avoiding eye contact. Half laughing and shouting, he plopped down next to Matt and excitedly cried:
“You know, I was kidding about you packing bondage gear when that interviewer asked who had the most luggage! Holy shit!"
Notes:
Referring to this interview with Digital Spy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sJoPOdEKfhY
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“I haven’t even used half of it!” Dougie responded in his high-pitched defensive girly voice. “I just kind of brought everything!”
Bright red wasn’t the accurate color to describe what shade Dougie had turned, it was a new invented color that oozes embarrassment. He had wanted to ease Harry into his kinks, not lay them all out on the fucking coffee table like Matt did.
“Yeah I can see that…” Harry slurred, still in shock from Matt’s scaring the shit out of them and seeing what was inside that fucking suitcase. Harry had thought he was well-versed when it came to sex toys but some of the stuff in there he couldn’t even identify.
“He wasn’t kidding when he said he’s a kinky bitch,” Matt chuckled, nudging Harry in the side with his elbow. “Lucky us, huh?”
Harry didn’t verbally respond and picked up an unopened electro-stimulation toy, examining it with an intense look on his face. He was beyond willing and curious to try them out but he just had no idea how to proceed and was suddenly grateful Matt was here (to help/explain).
Though, Harry's thoughtful facial expressions came off as judgmental, which freaked the fuck out of Dougie.
“Honestly, I brought all this shit as a joke! We don’t have to use any of that stuff!” Dougie tried to laugh off, sprinting over and slamming the suitcase shut. He sat on top of it and then tried grabbing the toy out of Harry’s hands but Harry easily swiped it out of his reach.
“You okay, Butty?”
“We don’t have to use any of that stuff!” Dougie exclaimed over again like an anxious chihuahua. “Like I said I haven’t even used—
Dougie’s stammering was cut off when Matt abruptly yanked him by the arm, pulling him down into both their laps. It startled Harry as Dougie’s ass collided right into his junk, while the back of Dougie's head landed in Matt’s lap. Dougie immediately squirmed and tried to get off them but they both automatically held him down on their laps like they were synced.
“God, you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed!” Matt cooed at him in a baby voice, who managed to get Dougie’s flailing arms pinned to his chest. “Harry already knows you are a bratty ass bottom, why are you being weird about sex toys?”
Before Dougie could response Matt leaned over and softly kissed Dougie on the lips, which ceased Dougie's squirming immediately. Dougie only noticed right then that Matt was also shaved clean too like Harry when he felt his face against his. Matt also began stroking Dougie’s cheek like he was reassuring him everything was going to be okay.
"No one is judging you, baby..."
“Whoa hey! I’m not judging you,” Harry ejected, feeling instantly jealous at their intimate moment. A hard lump had formed in his throat when he saw the way Dougie had looked up at Matt like he really trusted and adored him.
God, he wanted that.
Tenderly squeezing one of Dougie’s knees, Harry also tried to comfort Dougie with his own insecurities. “To be quite frank, I have personally never used some of these toys. And uh... basically I don’t know what I’m doing and you know, I hate when I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Dougie's body semi-relaxed in their laps.
“Yeah, you do hate that,” Dougie agreed, quietly with a small smile.
“But I’d be happy to learn, I'll try anything once,” Harry smiled back, patting his knee again and rubbing it. “You just have to explain to me how to use some of them.”
"Okay, yeah I can—stop it, Matt!!!! Ha-ha-ha—
Dougie’s own laughter interrupted himself when Matt decided to start tickling him, unbuttoning the last button on his Valentino shirt in the process.
“See what happens when you communicate, instead of acting like an spastic virgin?” Matt teased, purposely trying to make him act spastic as Dougie began to twist his body around in their laps.
Harry didn’t even get the chance to join in on tickling when Dougie suddenly kicked out, nearly missing Harry’s head before falling off the couch onto his ass.
“Whoa close one! Sorry Harry!” Matt sheepishly apologized, making an oopsie face.
Stunned, Harry blinked and didn’t say anything. He was just glad Dougie had removed his studded boots beforehand because he had literally felt Dougie’s sock-foot graze his nose in slow motion.
Dougie made an oopsie face too as he pushed himself up before swatting at Matt’s leg playfully.
Laughing, Matt helped Dougie up too and scooted over a bit so Dougie could sit. The light blue couch was really designed for two people but Dougie seemed to fit in perfectly in between them, little snuggled though.
“Well, this is probably a good time to go over ground rules, expectations and boundaries for tonight, yeah?” Matt suggested, causally pushing a lock of hair out of Dougie’s eyes then playing with his dangly silver earring for a second.
“Yeah,” Harry mumbled, starting to feel like a third wheel. There was denying Matt and Dougie’s trust and chemistry with each other and was starting to wonder if he should just leave. He didn’t know what the fuck he was doing anyways...
…would they even notice if he left?
However, Dougie snuggled into Harry as soon as he sat back down, half-hugging him and putting his face in the crook of his neck before whispering, “I’m so glad you’re here, Harry I have been dyingggg for this to finally happen…been thinking of your cock all day and all the different ways you can fuck with me with it.”
“Uh—
Harry’s brain instantly turned to mush at Dougie’s touch and desperate soft voice, making him forget any doubts he had. Especially, when Dougie began kissing his neck and palming Harry through his trousers. His lips were so soft and pliant and the memories of those same lips being wrapped around his cock earlier took over his mind. But before Harry could reciprocate, Dougie was swiftly pulled off him backwards by his hair.
Blonde locks sticking out of Matt’s closed-fist, he tutted, disapprovingly, “Will you hold on? We need to talk first, we need to agree on a safeword!”
Harry watched Dougie's blue eyes become wide with excitement at his hair being pulled as he let out a breathy gasp. Though, Harry became confused when Dougie then grabbed Harry’s right hand and brought it up to his unblemished exposed throat.
“Squeeze it,” Dougie murmured, Adam's apple bobbing in masochistic desperation.
The request to be choked was ridiculously hot and Harry would have complied if Matt hadn’t yanked Dougie even further back until he collided against his chest.
“Will you stop being a whore for a second!?” Matt berated, slightly shaking Dougie like he was a misbehaving dog. “He needs to know your limits and the safeword first.”
“Fine,” Dougie pouted, dropping Harry’s hand and crossing his arms like he was an unruly toddler. Matt rolled his eyes and steadied Dougie’s body back into a sitting position in between them before letting his hair go.
“The safeword is mostly for you.” Matt shook his head and then angled his body on the couch so he was facing both of them like he was about to give a classroom lecture. “But anyone can use the safeword if things start getting out of hand, no shame in that.”
“I never use it,” Dougie proudly claimed, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at Harry.
Matt extended an arm around Dougie and squeezed Harry's shoulder and retorted, "Honestly, Harry, I’m glad you’re here because sometimes he is a lot to handle."
Dougie batted his eyelashes, innocently in response.
"He loves to fight back and struggle and holy shit, he’s stronger than he looks.”
"Yeah I know," Harry chuckled in agreement. "When isn't he a brat? Is the real question."
All of a sudden, Matt shoved Dougie over, chest into his lap so he could whisper something in Harry's ear without Dougie hearing it:
"...I think maybe when he's got a cock in both holes, yeah?"
Harry almost burst out laughing at the crude comment, while Dougie pushed Matt off him and cried: “What did you say?!”
"Nothing," Matt smirked then cut off Dougie before he could protest some more. “Can you fucking pick your safeword so we can start, how about that?"
Dougie pouted and glanced over at Harry, hoping maybe he answer him but Harry just shrugged, innocently. Dougie sighed in annoyance and began to tap his chin, thinking up a word.
“Uhh…apricot?”
Harry and Matt exchanged eyebrow raises.
“How often do apricots come up in conversation?” Dougie pointed out, matter-of-factually. Honestly, he had just binged watched the show ‘New Girl’ and that episode Jess and Nick had a safeword was still fresh on his mind.
“Sure whatever,” Matt waved off before his voice became serious at the next question. “And what do you do if you’re gagged or can’t say the safeword and you want us to stop?”
“Blink three times slowly,” Dougie recited, demonstrating as he dramatically opened and closed his eyes.
They had obviously talked about this before, which Harry tried not let bother him.
“Good—
“What if he’s blindfolded and gagged?” Harry spoke up like he knew what the fuck he was talking about when it came to bdsm rules and boundaries.
Dougie’s eyes sparkled like blue sapphires in excitement at Harry’s question.
“Good thinking,” Matt replied, thoughtfully since it was a valid question. “Hmmm Dougie, can you hold up three fingers as a signal? You can do that tied up, can’t you?”
“We aren’t doing finger bondage, are we?” Dougie snickered, jokinging as he wiggled his fingers .
Harry wasn’t sure if Dougie was kidding or not because finger bondage could be a thing for all he knew at this point. However, Matt just snorted and rolled his eyes, not even bothering to answer him so Harry took that as a ‘no.’
“But all of these toys in there fair game?” Matt asked, holding hand out towards the suitcase. “Any hard limits?”
Dougie nodded then proceeded to talk in a voice like he was ordering something at McDonald’s. “Uhhhh…other than cum and spit, no other body fluids, please oh and no fisting, please.”
“Of course,” Matt responded like this wasn’t news to him. “So impact, degradation, gags, plugs, double penetration, choking, orgasm control, temperature, electrical, clamps, waxplay? You’re good with all that?”
“Yeah.”
“Probably won’t even do half of that shit tonight anyways,” Matt murmured, leaning over to look at the contents of Dougie’s suitcase again. “Just seeing what we got—
“Oh! No sounding actually!” Dougie mentioned, quickly looking over all the toys and equipment as well. “Not tonight anyways…” His dick was way too sensitive from all the wanking today “I’m okay with cock rings or cages though.”
“Sounding?” Harry stupidly echoed before he could stop himself, thinking they were talking about ‘deaf play’ (if that was even a thing (yeah it’s called sensory deprivation). He was definitely going to educate himself about BDSM later tonight because half of this shit was going over his head.
“It’s when you put a little metal rod up your urethra,” Matt simply stated like he was talking about the weather. “It’s used for orgasm control.”
“Oh,” Harry responded in a voice almost higher than Dougie’s voice.
OOWWW?????
“It’s not as bad as it sounds.” Matt laughed, noticing Harry’s discomfort. “The penis has a lot of nerve endings even inside of it and the rod can stimulate them when inserted.”
“But really it’s mostly used for punishment used when I’m naughty,” Dougie added, helpfully. “Can’t cum with it or…pee for that matter.”
“Doesn’t it…hurt?”
“Duh.”
Harry had to resist the urge to ask Dougie if he was fucking insane because what the fuck. He didn’t want Dougie to think he was judging him but all of this was really surprising to Harry. His younger bandmate never really acted like he liked pain because whenever the band would do stupid pranks or challenges, it seemed like Dougie always had the lowest pain tolerance and would give up first.
Maybe he only likes pain when it’s sexual? Harry thought, trying to recall past group activities and challenges. Or maybe he dips out earlier because otherwise he’d get a boner?
Harry almost let an amused sadistic snort out at that thought before Matt said his name twice, pulling him out of his thoughts.
“…I know we’re here to destroy his ass but if there is a moment during all this craziness and you want to fuck my ass, I’d be down to clown.”
Harry wasn’t sure for a second he had heard Matt right, but the wink Matt gave him made his heart skip a beat. His throat went dry and he knew he was turning just as red as Dougie was earlier before. How the fuck was he the one embarrassed??? Matt was the one offering his own ass to fuck!!!
“Did you hear me? I’ll need a moment to prep so just let me know.”
“Yeah I will definitely let you know, man,” Harry swallowed, trying to act cool and nonchalant about it.
It was impossible not to admire Matt’s honestly and confidence. Harry then noticed Dougie staring at him, eyes as big as saucers like he had been imagining Matt and Harry fucking. And for some reason that made Harry even more nervous and swiftly blurted out, “Uhhh no anal for me this round, boys.”
Harry was not mentally prepared to take anything up the ass tonight. All this was already too much, his brain could only handle so much.
Maybe another time.
Matt happily clapped his hands in finality, turning his attention back to Dougie, who still seemed to be in fantasy fuck land.
“Okay cool, now Doug! I ….no, WE need you to say what you want from both of us out loud so there are no misunderstandings.” He poked Dougie harshly in the shoulder as it looked like he still wasn’t paying attention but Dougie snapped out of it and nodded along.
“You need to tell us in full sentences what you want. What do you want us to do to you? How do you want to be treated tonight? How do you want to be fucked?”
“I don’t know…,” Dougie nervously laughed. “I just want you guys to fuck me to New Zealand?”
That definitely was not the answer Matt wanted to hear as he suddenly swiped Dougie’s chin in a bruising grip and hissed menacingly, “No, don’t be a smart arse OR this is not happening.”
Even Harry felt a little shook by the way Matt snapped at Dougie, who had shrunk into the couch looking like a wounded puppy.
Matt roughly pushed Dougie’s face away and crossed his arms as if to say “we’re waiting.”
Dougie took a moment to sort himself out and couldn’t make eye contact with both of them as he began to blush furiously again but after thirty seconds he finally shared with them what he wanted in a low voice, barely audible:
“I want to be used and treated like a worthless whore. I want you two to fuck me hard and rough, like really hard…like you guys almost hate me. Hurt me, degrade me…fucking just fuck me.”
Matt smirked like the fucking Grinch and Harry gulped, hard.
Fuck.
Okay.
“Well first things first,” Matt jeered in a deeper and more intimidating voice that even Harry did another double take.“You address us properly for now on: sir or master, you got that, you disgusting cockslut?”
“Yes sir!” Dougie immediately squeaked in an overzealous voice. He almost looked like he was going to sarcastically salute at Matt but thought better of it, which would have been funny (to Harry anyways).
Matt then forcefully yanked Dougie off the couch, smacking his ass in the process. “Go fuck off to the loo for a moment! We need to discuss what we should do with your needy ass—WAIT!”
Dougie froze in an exaggerated pose as Matt pulled the suitcase over and began to dug through it. Harry peaked over and saw Matt had grabbed black padded bondage wrist and ankle cuffs befofe holding them up for Dougie to take.
“Put these on and make sure all your clothes are off too and when we call you back into the room, you crawl!”
“Yes sir—
“Wait! Also while you’re in there why don’t you put some more whore makeup on too? That eyeliner looks hot as fuck on you.”
Dougie visibly vibrated at the compliment before bouncing away into the bathroom as if he was on a pong go stick.
Harry watched the bathroom door shut then looked back at Matt, who was smiling fondly after Dougie.
“Goddamn, I’ve never seen him so excited before.”
“Yeah, he’s a weirdo,” Harry commented in an equally fond way.
Matt chuckled in agreement and checked his phone he had in his front pocket for a quick minute before suggesting: “Also chime in whenever you want by the way. Random commands, even if it contradicts what I just said, it will be funny to watch him sweat.” He then clapped his hands again. “Alright let’s make a game plan! We should definitely end tonight with us fucking both his holes at the same time but what would you like to start with, Master Judd?”
‘Master’ sounded weird coming out of Matt’s mouth but Harry didn’t hate it either.
“I guess picking up from last time, probably should start with some kind of punishment,” Harry offered, looking at all the paddles, switches and whips.
“I know, so many options,” Matt laughed as he picked up a cock ring and swung it around his finger. “Ah, I should have told him to put this on too.”
“Actually I have been thinking about it..." Harry slurred. "And I think we should let him cum...as many times as he wants."
Matt raised an eyebrow, wanting for explanation.
“And we keep making him cum...again and again until he's begging to never cum again."
"Damn that's evil, Judd!" Matt let out a loud laugh. "I love it. And I know that little slut has been masturbating all day and his dick is probably already sensitive as fuck. Bet he never want to cum again without our permission."
Harry didn’t doubt that, he couldn't even keep track of the times he had walked in on Dougie wanking off.
Matt stuck out his fist for a bump and Harry happily bumped it back.
“Hey, wanna try for three times?”
“Let’s make it five,” Harry countered, making Matt laugh again. He knew that wasn't possible but hey why not aim high?
“Evil, pure evil, love it but first, let's get that ass black and blue.”
Notes:
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Dougie might have gone overboard with the eyeliner since he kind of looked like a Captain Jack Sparrow porn star right now (which wasn't a bad thing if you’re into slutty pirates). It was even thicker than the eyeliner he wore for their ‘Lies’ music video. Admittedly, he had messed up multiple times applying the additional eyeliner since he couldn’t seem to stop vibrating with excitement so in the end he decided to just go for the smudged look.
This was the closest feeling Dougie felt to being drunk in a long time and had to keep pinching himself to make sure he wasn’t fast asleep in his hotel bed. Because NO one ever gets to live out their fucked up fantasies in real life but yet here he fucking was…..
After touching up his makeup, Dougie unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off before working on clasping the leather bondage cuffs around his wrists. They were obnoxiously chunky, he had mainly brought them for the padding because as much as he loved bruises he was a public figure and he didn’t want to give the media/fans fuel for stories. He then struggled to get his skinny jeans off as he scooted over to the toilet to sit on the closed lid. It was like peeling a second skin off but after he got them off, he left his Calvin Klein boxers briefs on for now as he worked on clasping on the ankle bondage cuffs as well.
Fuck, I do look like a pirate whore, Dougie thought to himself when he finally finished and walked up to the full length mirror to check himself out. He shook his blonde hair out, going for that messy-just-rolled-out-of-bed look until he realized he was missing something to totally complete the look.
A collar.
There happened to be a matching black leather collar in the suitcase (it came in a set) and Dougie assumed Matt hadn’t seen it when he tossed the bondage cuffs at him to put on.
Embarrassment shot through Dougie at the thought of asking Matt if he could wear it and in front of Harry too, no less. Sure, it was no shock to anyone now how much of a sub he was but asking to wear degrading things was different than just being commanded to wear it (if that made sense). Or it was entirely possible Matt didn’t forget about the collar and intended Dougie to work for it and prove he deserved it. OR maybe Matt knew the collar could possibly leave bruises and he was trying to save Dougie the hassle of wearing a turtle necks to cover it up in public.
OR—
Dougie knew he was way over thinking this as he touched his throat and mindlessly began to rub it. But the image of him being fucked from behind either by Harry or Matt and having them pull on the collar was so…hot.
Oh fuck.
Glancing down at his forming erection, Dougie also glimpsed towards the door and wondered if he should quickly try to rub one out. He knew Matt was probably talking Harry into not letting him cum until the very end and Dougie wasn’t so confident in himself if he could wait that long.
God, he was so horny, it borderline on fucking ridiculous at this point.
Tip toeing over and putting his ear against the bathroom door, Dougie strained to hear if they were talking about what they were going to do to him but all he heard was Matt’s distinct laughter and just low mumbling.
Harry didn’t seem to be talking much, which made Dougie extremely nervous because Harry always had something to say. He knew all this was a lot and he was annoyed with himself for not talking to Matt beforehand about just keeping this a vanilla threesome tonight. A ménage à trois was already too kinky for most people let alone adding other kinks to the mix.
God, he hoped this night wasn’t going to be the biggest mistake of his life and everyone would just enjoy themselves.
“HEY SLUT! Get your ass out here!” Matt’s voice suddenly boomed through the walls, startling Dougie and making him jump backwards.
Dougie felt like screaming like a girl in excitement but quickly cleared his throat with a manly cough. He then dropped to his knees and pushed the door opened to crawl out.
Here goes nothing…
“This actually is a lot of work,” Harry mumbled as he watched Matt secure the last of the straps to the left footboard of the bed. Harry had just finished tightening the separate pair of straps on the headboard before sitting on the bed and observing Matt’s work. The bondage cuffs Matt had given Dougie to wear had metal loops on them and so when they eventually laid Dougie on the bed, they could easily snap clips that were attached to the straps to the loops, locking him in whatever position they wanted.
Harry knew this wasn’t as extreme as it could be like shackles and chains but holy shit this was still a lot. The times he had played with bondage in the past, he had just used simple handcuffs that were pretty easy to get out of.
“Yeah,” Matt chuckled, pushing himself up to sit on the bed next to him after he was done. “Don’t get me wrong it’s always worth it but yeah being a Dom definitely is more work in my opinion.” He started counting on his fingers for dramatic effect. “First, you gotta set up, then come up with scenarios and then you gotta be aware during the whole scene and make sure your sub is doing alright and most importantly, the aftercare. Your sub is putting their trust in you not to harm them or violate their boundaries so yeah it can be a lot of work but like I said mate, it’s sooooo worth it.”
That was a way deeper answer than what Harry was expecting but it honestly was exactly the answer he needed to hear. He was relieved to hear once again this wasn’t just a “let’s take advantage of Dougie and his weird kinks and do whatever we want to him” kind of thing even though at the same time it was.
“Are you ready though?” Matt asked, unexpectedly rubbing Harry’s shoulders, reassuringly. He also scooted over closer to him to the point their legs were touching.
Harry resisted the urge to recoil from his touch, trying to push back his jealousy because he genuinely liked Matt and thought he was a good dude. But that stupid nagging voice in his head kept reminding him Dougie had chosen to share all his sexual preferences with Matt and not him first.
“I think so,” Harry replied in an unsure tone. “I just wish I came more prepared I guess? It kind of feels like I didn’t study for an exam the night before or something.”
“Haha! Hey you won’t learn if you don’t try!” Matt grinned, slapping Harry’s back in good humor. “But to be honest, I think you’re gonna be a natural once we get started, you already have a very dominating presence.”
Harry raised an eyebrow and was about to say “do, I?” However, Matt abruptly leaned in and clutched the back of his head before going in for a kiss.
It totally caught Harry off guard yet he didn’t have the urge to recoil this time and went with it. He could feel Matt was really trying to make feel comfortable and included, which he appreciated and shit, the man knew how to kiss.
Somehow, Matt also got Harry to take his shirt off too and quietly admitted in between kisses: “Harry, you have no idea how hot you are. Dougie is pretty like a woman but fuck, you’re so masculine and fuck…it’s so hot.”
Honestly, Harry could say the same thing about Matt, not only did he look damn good but his confidence and honesty was so inspiring and quite frankly, sexy. So open and unafraid of messy topics and conversations, things even Harry had a hard time talking about.
Matt began feeling up Harry’s biceps as they continued to make out so Harry returned the favor and helped Matt out of his white undershirt too before fondling Matt’s left pec like it was a fucking woman’s tit. Of course instead of feeling soft breast tissue, it contained hard muscle but what Harry was really after his nipples.
Matt started laughing in Harry’s mouth as the drummer tweaked and pulled on his nipples before the older bassist eventually playfully pushed him away.
“You really like messing about with nipples, huh?” Matt chuckled, a bit out of breath from kissing. “You’re always grabbing everyone’s. Might this be a kink of your own, Mr Judd?”
“I mean it always gets an instant reaction,” Harry shrugged, nonchalantly neither confirming nor denying the kink.
A diabolical grin spread across Matt’s face like he a brilliant idea just popped into his head but instead of sharing his thoughts Matt abruptly yelled:
“HEY SLUT! Get your ass out here!”
Startled, Harry hadn’t been ready for that and nearly fell off the bed but he definitely wasn’t ready for when Dougie soon re-entered the bedroom, crawling on all fours and looking like—
Fuck, fuck, FUCK!
Harry might have actually said the word “fuck” out loud too for all he knew.
“Took you guys forever…” Dougie breathed out in a raspy voice in what Harry presumed was supposed to be his sexy voice. Though, he couldn’t make fun of it even if he tried because shit, it was working on him.
Disrespectfully, in the the most respectful way possible, Dougie looked like a fucking pornstar right now with the thick eyeliner, messy long hair and oh my god, those fucking leather bondage cuffs on his wrists and ankles. Like not even just appearance wise either but the way Dougie was moving his body as he crawled, very slow and deliberate. He truly was a combination of feminine and masculine beauty that would leave anyone questioning their sexuality.
“We said take all your clothes off, you dumb slut,” Matt immediately reprimanded, pointing to Dougie’s boxers. Getting off the bed, Matt then plopped back down on the couch and reached for the suitcase like he was searching for something.
Harry gawked at Matt, wondering how he wasn’t completely gobsmacked by the sight of Dougie too but soon saw a dark lust swirling Matt’s eyes. Oh, he was definitely turned on, he had just switched to Dom mode as soon as Dougie reappeared.
“Oh…sorry,” Dougie replied in the same raspy voice before slowly slipping his boxers off already half-hard. If he was self-conscious about being the only one stripped of clothes, he didn’t show it and even jokingly, shook his small perky ass in the air.
“Sorry?” Matt questioned, shooting daggers at Dougie.
“Sorry, Master.”
Harry’s brain glitched like getting an error message on a computer hearing Dougie say that title and not to mention the fact he was fucking naked now. He had seen Dougie naked plenty of times from living and touring together but this was just fucking obscene.
Matt didn’t respond back but did hold up a black leather collar from the suitcase and twirled it around his fingers. “I knew I forgot something! And you wanna complete the outfit, right?”
Dougie nodded a little too eagerly.
“Here.”
Crawling over to Matt straight away, Dougie then sat up in a kneeling position and held up his blonde hair for him. Gingerly, Matt wrapped the leather collar around Dougie’s unblemished throat then leaned in to kiss him before buckling it in place.
Harry’s stomach fluttered at how submissive and pretty Dougie looked with the added collar. Maybe, he was supposed to do something or join in but all he could do is stare at Dougie right now.
He was so fucking hot.
“Thank you, sir,” Dougie murmured in a very soft silky voice.
Matt gave him shit-eating-grin then hooked a finger through the hoop of the collar as he scanned over his appearance. “Holy shit. You’re gonna look like a fucking panda when we are done.” He took a finger and wiped off the already streaking black eyeliner off his cheek.
Dougie fluttered his eyelashes prettily before trying to kiss Matt again but something caught Matt’s eye in the suitcase and he grabbed for it instead.
“Ah here we go!” Matt claimed, triumphantly like he just found gold. “Harry, come here. I think you’re like this.” He then held up industrial-styled nipple clover clamps with a small chain connecting them.
Harry hadn’t realized his body had moved on its own accord until he was sitting next to Matt on the couch and Matt had dropped them in his hands. The metal was initially cold but warmed up fast in Harry’s awaiting hot hands.
To be honest, the clamps looked a bit painful, so Harry decided to try them on himself first because he assumed if he couldn’t take them there was no way in hell Dougie could. Rubbing his own sensitive nubs, he then experimentally attached the first clamp to his left nipple.
“It was meant for him,” Matt crackled, bemusedly. “But if you want to wear them…be my guest, my friend.”
“Just testing them out,” Harry gritted through his teeth. They did kind of hurt if he was being honest, the initial pinch wasn’t bad but tightening the clamp on the nipple is what hurt. Even gently tugging on the chain made Harry internally wince but at the same time it sent pleasurable shocks to dick for him anyways.
Glancing down at Dougie, he saw his big blue desperate eyes watching him in awe.
“I don’t know Matt… they might be too much for him.”
“No! They won’t be!” Dougie quickly responded, scooting closer to Harry before sticking his chest out for him.
“Fuckin’ whore,” Matt chuckled low.
Feeling a bit more confident and encouraged by Dougie, Harry continued to play with the clamps and chain in his hands after he took them off himself. “You know once I fucked a girl who came from just having her nipples played with. Has that ever happened to you, Doug?”
Dougie’s eyes somehow got even bigger before mutely shaking his head ‘no.’
“Wanna try?”
Dougie didn’t even have to say ‘yes’ as he was practically in Harry’s lap now.
When Harry touched Dougie’s right nipple where all his tattoos decorated his pec, he immediately felt a shiver go through Dougie’s body. A low groan also escaped his lips as Harry began to knead his nipple in between his fingers before gradually getting rougher with them. He thought maybe if he got Dougie used to the pinch it wouldn’t hurt as much when he eventually attached the clamps.
“Mate, it would be so fucking hilarious if we twisted on his nipples on stage and that alone would just make him fucking cums right there,” Matt retorted as he unconsciously touched his own nipples. Aside from his wife’s nipples, he had never really thought how sensitive it could be for guys too and was understanding Harry’s kink for it more and more.
“I’m sure we could train him to do that,” Harry replied matter-of-factually. “We just have to play with his nipples everytime he cums and eventually his body would associate the two together.”
Moving on to Dougie’s left nipple, Harry quickly attached the clamp and didn’t play around with his nipple like the first one, wanting to see if it was too painful for him. Dougie did let out more of a wince this time as Harry adjusted the clamp however noticed Dougie’s cock twitch too.
Feeling relieved Dougie didn’t mind the pain (actually he seemed to enjoy it), Harry then unexpectedly unclamped the right clamp from his right nipple before snaking the chain connecting the clamps through the hoop of the collar. He quickly reattached the clamp to the right and stepped back to inspect his work. There was enough chain for a little head movement but for example, if someone yanked Dougie’s head back, the chain would tug his nipples upwards unmercifully.
“Love the way your mind works, Judd. ”Let’s get him on the bed already.” Matt sniggered, approvingly. He was also eyeing Dougie’s erected clamped nipples and had the overwhelming urge to roughly pull on the collar and watch the chain pull on sensitive nubs but atlas Harry beat him to it.
Dougie let out a little noise of shock when Harry had pulled him up to a standing position by tugging on the nipple chain. Guiding him towards the bed, Dougie had no choice but to follow Harry or suffer the tugging on his poor little nipples.
“You never think about your nipples until someone is pulling on them,” Matt offhandedly commented, smiling like a Cheshire Cat as he followed them.
The soft comforter felt good against Dougie’s clamped irritated nubs and soon felt Harry hook his left ankle cuff to the footboard of the bed, while Matt did the same to the right. Dougie also helped out by placing his arms above his head so the wrists cuffs could be secured to the headboard next. Matt smiled in approval and patted his head before doing just that, making Dougie’s heart swell from the praise.
It was always nerve-wrecking being spread out and exposed like this since Dougie couldn’t hide or runaway, which were usually his two favorite options when confronted with a problem. He couldn’t explain it in words but being tied up kind of made him feel free. Free from making decisions because all he had to do was enjoy whatever they gave him (or suffer).
“Stick your ass up more, so we know you really want to be our bitch, Matt commanded, lazily.
Fuck, Matt excitedly mouthed to Harry as they both watched Dougie immediately complied. It was like a sinful dessert had been laid out for them and they couldn’t wait to put their metaphorical forks into him.
Harry had always imagined it being a little different his first time sleeping with Dougie, definitely something more vanilla but this honestly was better than he imagined.
Matt snapped Harry back to reality when he shoved the paddle they had decided on earlier into his hands and abruptly proclaimed: “I actually need to use the restroom and freshen up so why don’t you start, mate?”
Dougie swiftly turned his head to the side to look at Matt but froze, letting a tiny whimper out too as he discovered uncoordinated movements would pull on the chain connecting to his nipples.
“Don’t hurt yourself baby boy, Harry will do that for you,” Matt reassured, patting Dougie’s milky white bottom. The mere touch seemed electrode Dougie as he twitched and wiggled his ass in response.
Chuckling, Matt then turned to Harry and held his shoulder before whispering into his ear: “You’re in charge, remember that. Don’t let him bully you because he will if you let him.”
Dougie had been nothing but submissive so far so Harry waved off the advice, though at the same time Harry didn’t like Matt leaving him alone with Dougie. He wouldn’t say he felt lost without Matt but he did kind of like having someone there to guide the scene.
Harry took a deep breath, determined to take the lead now and turned his full attention back to Dougie.
Fuck.
Shit, the way Dougie’s legs were tied up and spread out Harry could see his puckering asshole. The sight of it threw him off and he almost forgot what he was doing until he glanced down at the leather paddle in his hand, jogging his memory.
“Did you seriously pick this one out?” Harry asked way too loudly as he clumsily went around the bed to show Dougie the paddle. The red and black spanking paddle had the words “hctib” imprinted onto the leather so when the paddle would hit the skin the word “bitch” would appear on the skin (mirror reverse effect).
“I mean the other options were either “daddy” or “slut” and slut was sold out,” Dougie explained, grinning up at Harry. “And I don’t know about you but I don’t particularly want to bring my daddy issues into my sex life.”
Harry bemusedly snorted in agreement.
“You know, you are gonna have to keep hitting the same exact spot if you want that word to be imprinted in my skin,” Dougie also pointed out.
“I know, Matt suggested fifty times.”
“What the fuck!” Dougie protested, making Harry chuckle since he had just made that number up to mess with Dougie. “Not that many! I swear it only takes like ten like good smacks, weak hits it might take longer.”
“We’ll see,” Harry shrugged, noncommittally and then without warning slammed the paddle down on Dougie’s ass. He had been dying to see the white flesh jiggle against the leather and just couldn’t wait any longer.
Gasping in surprise, Dougie jerk his body back as much as the restraints let him and was about to loudly protest again about how Harry should at least to give a warning before starting but Harry had already geared up for a second strike.
“You’re supposed to say one, Butty.”
“You didn’t tell me to count!” Dougie immediately snapped, lowering his ass back down and twisting it to the side when Harry tried to smack him again with the paddle.
“Start now then.”
“FINE but I’m starting at two!”
“You start at one or I’m actually going to do fifty strikes,” Harry tried commanding him, harshly. wanting to try out his dominant side but it didn’t seem to work as Dougie brattily muttered something under his breath.
“Would you like to share with the class what you just mumbled, Butty?”
“You have never done this before, have you?” Dougie asked in a louder but very condescending voice.
“I have definitely spanked someone before, Dougie.”
“I mean in a serious bdsm setting though,” Dougie rudely amended. “Matt has done this a bunch of times before as a Dom and as a Sub so maybe you should wait and watch him so you can perform this correctly.”
”Perform correctly???” Harry repeated before an annoyed vein suddenly popped on the side of his temple. “Oh I can perform CORRECTLY!”
“Can you?” Dougie questioned again in a very provoking way. Harry couldn’t see it but Dougie was hiding a wolfish grin, absolutely loving riling him up.
A hot second went by and Dougie gasped when he felt his head back by his hair, causing the chain to tighten and pull on his nipples.
“Yes I can,” Harry growled into his ear. “Now start at one or I’ll just keep starting over until you fucking get it.
Harry hit Dougie’s ass again, still holding onto his hair. The sting of his ass, hair and nipples went straight to Dougie’s cock. He felt dizzy with lust.
You aren’t hitting hard enough,” Dougie complained. He couldn’t resist annoying Harry further. “I’ve seen hit your drums harder—
“If you don’t keep your smartass comments to yourself, I’m gagging you,” Harry told him. There was multiple types of gags in that suitcase just waiting to be used.
“Promise?”
Dougie got his hair pulled again. “You will start counting now and you will thank me for each one too. OH and you will also say “I’m a bitch” too after each number.”
He let go then smacked him hard, much harder.
“One! Thank you, sir!” Dougie dutifully recited then hesitated, embarrassingly. “I’m a bitch!”
“Yeah, you really are,” Harry smiled. Dying to get his skin to glow red with that imprint.
Notes:
Rereading my own fanfic I had forgotten I had written Matt with blue hair like in their “Air Guitar” music video lol
Nubs is another word for nipples, right? I felt like I was typing the word “nipples” way too much. Thank god for synonyms.
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