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His head feels hot. Which is weird because when he blacked out, he recalled that the AC was on. Louis Tomlinson erupted a small noise of discomfort and tried to rest his head, but whatever it was on, was hard, almost like metal. Confused, he tried opening his eyes, only to have his vision blurred. He blinked, trying to straighten the issue, but nothing worked. Louis would have tried sitting up, but his arms and legs felt useless, he couldn't move.
Now, he was worried. Last he remembered was being at his friend Stan's wedding party, having a few too many drinks, but hey, it was a party. Louis tried to recollect himself, but only ended up with sore muscles and bones. He hadn't hurt this bad in so long.
Now, his head was throbbing. And the reason behind that started to scare him, whatever he was laying on, was moving, like a car. Louis tried to shift his body, but resulted in popping his spine, sounding like bubble wrap. He couldn't help the loud whimper he let out.
"Shit, he's awake!"
"Sedate him again, moron!"
And everything was black again.
The next time Louis is conscious again, he's just slowly waking up. This time, his fever is gone, as well as the headache, but he still can't move. His vision is better, but the room he's in is pitch black. He listened as best as he could, hoping one of his scenes would heighten in his hour of need.
He hears a venting system, probably a furnace, and he hears movement. Louis blinks in confusion and allows his eyes to adjust better to the darkness of the room before trying to sit up. He tries to calm his fear when he realizes he can't move still, and puts all his effort into lifting his head.
All around him are sleeping men and boys his age, swaddled in blankets, hats on their heads, objects in their mouths and they are all in clear cots. There had to be at least fifteen he could see. Louis panics seeing he's in the same situation, but bites down on the rubber teat in his mouth.
Don't draw attention. He told himself. Just quietly, and quickly, get the fuck out of here. Louis tried shifting to roll over, but the blue blanket that was wrapped around him, was secured tightly, preventing any movement. He counted to ten in his head to calm himself down and think about the situation he was in. Forget how he came here, just focus on leaving.
A bright light from what he could now see from a hallway, lightened up the area a bit, the room Louis was in had a large window off to the side and he saw shadows on the wall coming his way. He quickly laid down and saw out of the corner of his eye, a male couple following a nurse. He closes his eyes just in time for them to enter the room.
While they are a great distance from him, Louis cracks an eyelid open and sees the woman is picking up people one by one, Louis can't see their faces, but he sees them shaking their head 'no'.
What the fuck?!
Louis closes his eyes tightly when they come to the cot he lies in and becomes stiff as he's picked up, his head and neck supported. He hears mumbling, but can't really hear what they're saying, all he knows is he was being shifted into another pair of arms.
"Oh, Nickey, he's perfect!" a deep voice coos, heavy with an English accent.
Louis doesn't like what he said, he didn't want to be 'perfect' for these men. He tries to wiggle away, but the arms are holding him tight and the stupid fucking blanket prevents anything from being accomplished. He doesn't dare make a sound, however. He's afraid if he gives himself away by being awake, they might . . . .do things to him.
They leave the dark room, but Louis' gig is up as the bright florescent lights make him squint and he tries to cover his face with mitten hands, to no avail.
"Hello, little Songbird." a different voice calls to him. "Are you awake?"
Louis debates on continuing to fake sleep, or to open his eyes and see where he's at and the kidnappers that are holding him. He chooses the last one and is face to face with a very attractive male couple, both with brown hair, but one has long curls draped to his shoulders and the other has his in a quiff. They are both smiling down at him as if he's some cute animal that just did a trick.
Louis glares at them, he hates them.
"Mr. and Mr. Grimshaw, we need to have him checked out first." Louis hears a nurse softly call. The two "Grimshaws" turn their attention to the woman and, sadly, hand over Louis. While Louis is grateful to be out of the clutches of those two, he's not certain on how to feel in the arms of this nurse, if she is one, that is.
Brought into, yet another room with a large window, Louis couldn't help but notice the couple standing outside, watching him. Louis gives his best sneer, when he's laid flat on his back on a table. He becomes worried when the nurses in the room begin to unwrap the blanket around him, revealing he was as naked as the day he was born. Louis saw in fear that his arms and legs were a dark peach color from lack of movement.
His attention was brought back to the window when he saw a flash and he turned his head to see one of them taking pictures while the other filmed.
They're recording this?! Louis' embarrassment grew by the second.
"Alright, little one, bath time." a nurse cooed. Louis screamed in protests behind the object in his mouth. It did nothing but make him red in the face as the nurses began cleaning him. "Did they want him shaved?"
"All but the head."
Bye-bye went his leg, arm, arm pit and chest hair. But the worst was when a nurse spread open his butt cheeks to get the tiny airs around his bum hole and on his ball sac. Louis was patted dry and flipped gently on his stomach. His legs were hoisted up for a quick enema (which Louis screamed the entire time) to flush out his system and for a change after he released himself.
"Did they request a permanent chastity?" one nurse asked that had Louis throwing a fit of muffled curses and sobs. Tears trickling down his face, making the two men outside want to rush in and comfort him.
The head nurse nodded, "No, only the temporary one, they requested the key." Louis tried squirming, but his body laid defenseless, forcing him to endure the cage slipping quite snug against his penis and just like that, Louis' cock was caged. Useless, unable to harden. He had prayed to God that this would all be over but Louis was beyond mortified when large amounts of creams were applied his lower region, sprinkled with powder and not one, but two diapers were taped to him. Louis was almost choking on his tears as he laid sprawled out on the table, he hiccuped.
"Don't be shy, come on, in." Louis hears the nurse call in the two men from outside.
Louis feels sick by just looking at them. Their gaze is nothing but loving and they seem to enjoy dressing him in a white and blue sailor suit. The man with long hair gushes as Louis is unrestrained and given to him with open arms. Both men cuddle him while nurses take pictures, everyone ignoring the small brunet's loud protests and cries. Louis is swaddled once again and carried out of the room and the two men carry a protesting Louis, following the nurse into another ward.
All around him, Louis catches eyes to some other prisoners like himself, all in the same situation. There's nothing any of them could do, all of them are still, helpless and as mobile as a newborn.
"This is your resting room." The Nurse smiled sweetly, allowing Nick and Harry to enter. Louis calms down a bit to see his surroundings, it's almost like a nice hotel with a soft bed, a clean bathroom and-his shivers. In the corner of the room is a lacy cot and rocking chair as well as a small changing table just over to the right. (and he doesn't see it, but a child's bath in the bathroom).
"We hope your satisfaction is guaranteed, if you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask." She hands the man with the quiff a set of small keys. Louis knew they were the keys to the chastity cage on him, and he had to get his hands on them. The Nurse bows a bit.
"Thank you so much." The tallest kidnapper with short brown hair smiles. When the nurse leaves Louis feels his heart race as both men look at him with sparkling eyes.
Oh, God, they're gonna' rape me! He feared.
He was immobile, he couldn't scream, no one could help him. All of this at once, he couldn't help but breakdown, crying harder than he had in a long time. His throat hurt, he was hungry and thirsty and he was emotionally exhausted. The one with long curly hair, holding him, cooed, rocking back and fourth, making his way over to the cradle on the other end of the room.
Louis fears for his life as he's lowered down and gently tucked in with the satin blanket provided by the hospital. Above him is a mobile of light blue puppies and they spin around slowly as gentle music plays. Louis' body is ready to conk out at any second, he's so exhausted, but he can't just fall asleep, especially not with the freaks watching him with a smile.
He hates himself when he does fall asleep.