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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Niall_Horan/Zayn_Malik
  Character:
      Niall_Horan, Zayn_Malik
  Additional Tags:
      Teacher-Student_Relationship, Dubious_Consent, Omegle, Skype,
      Masturbation, Hand_Jobs, Underage_Sex, Daddy_Kink, Bottom_Niall, Sub
      Niall, Top_Zayn, Dom_Zayn, Innocent_Niall, Teacher_Zayn, Student_Louis,
      Nipple_Play
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-02-14 Completed: 2014-03-03 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 7860
****** Taught to be Corrupt ******
by IWantToLearnToWrite
Summary
     Zayn finds a boy on the net and teaches him some not so decent stuff.
      
Notes
     Warning: this will contain boyxboy relationships and mature content.
     its in the warnings so if you dont like it then dont read. this is
     also my first time writing so it may suck. i just want to try my hand
     it writing and im completely winging this
     Disclaimer: All rights belong to their respective owners. I don't own
     anything but the plot and the original characters.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Teasing and Nipple Play *****
It was late – horribly, tediously late.
Zayn didn’t know why he was still up. He was just bored out of his mind and
it’s not like he didn’t have anything to do. He had a lot to do in fact. With
the school year being barely a month away and his lesson plan for the first
class of his teaching career half finished, he needed to do his job but there
was too much work and seemingly still a long time. The pull of procrastination
is great. ‘How funny’ he thinks.  Teachers keep telling their students not to
be lazy yet here is one not heeding his colleagues’ words.
“I’ll probably be a bad teacher” Zayn groans.
He stares blankly at his laptop that’s on a coffee table. With his chin on his
knuckles, he has been mindlessly scrolling through Facebook for nearly an hour
now; wasting the potentially precious time seated on a couch.
‘Should I jack off?’ he mentally asks. The idea is then brushed off when he
remembers that it was just done so this morning. With languid fingers he types
through websites, from porn to comedic, that could possibly entertain him but
they all lack the stimulation he was searching for. Human contact, it must be
what’s missing. A random chat room would do and so he goes to Omegle because,
if there’s something Omegle is, it’s random interaction.
When the site is before him, the section where they ask you your interest
stunts him. What should he put? Maybe something he was planning on doing or a
hobby.
It fits both criteria so why not. He types it in and clicks the ‘text’ button
so there’s no video. There would probably be people who are pulling one off and
he has no interest in seeing someone’s junk. He has a girlfriend, thank you.
And a pretty one at that, although she doesn’t believe in having any sexual
experiences outside marriage which results in Zayn’s frequent self pleasuring
sessions.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You both like masturbation.
Zany laughs immaturely at the second line but abruptly stops. There was a
realization of how odd this was. ‘What the hell?’ he affrights. What is he
doing talking to a random stranger about masturbation? Is he really that bored?
He was about to disconnect when the person on the other side messaged him.
Stranger: is it true you go to hell if you touch yourself?
Zayn froze. He was not expecting those words at all. He expected it to be
something weird like ‘do you want a jack off buddy’ or ‘do you want a handjob’.
This was something else. It sounded like an innocent conversation.
You: NO. of course not
Stranger: oh
Stranger: cool
Stranger: the priest at school said it but i knew he was just scaring us
Zayn gave a small smile. This isn’t what he thought he could get a decent talk
but its here so why not. He settled to continue.
You: nah. not true. just go for it.
Stranger: go for what?
You: masturbate. just keep doing it.
Stranger: but ive never tried it
Stranger: do you do it?
Zayns eyes widened. What kind of person has never tried it before?
You: of course ive had. why havent you tried it yet?
Stranger: dont know
Stranger: my friend say it hurts
You: IT DOES NOT!
You: it feels really good
What does he mean it hurts? It is the greatest glory given to man, second to
sex, obviously. What age is this boy? Is he a boy?
You: are you a boy? how old are you?
Stranger: yes i am
Stranger: 14
What kind of 14 year old boy hasn’t masturbated? What the hell? Zayn started
when he was 10 since he was an early bloomer. He lost his virginity at 14 and
this kid hasn’t even touched himself yet at that age.
You: so you have never ejaculated?
Stranger: whats that?
You: cum. stuff comes out your penis that isnt pee. it looks whitish. like
snot.
Stranger: oh sperm
Stranger: i know what that is
Stranger: ive done that
Stranger: i woke up last week with it in my boxers
Stranger: my friend says it comes out when you masturbate but i didnt even do
anything
Stranger: maybe someone came in my room and did it to me
Stranger:  thats why im asking if im going to hell because i had sperm in my
drawers
Zayn was covering his face with both his hands in frustration. How innocent is
this kid not to know about wet dreams?
You: no.
You: no one jacked you off while you were asleep. its called a wet dream.
You: dont worry. its normal. part of growing up.
Stranger: how do you stop it?
Stranger: i dont want the launderers to see the mess
Stranger: i had to throw my drawers away
Stranger: i don’t like throwing them i might run out
You: just masturbate and youll be fine. at least if you do you know where the
cum will go
Stranger: ok
Stranger: how do i do it?
Stranger: do i just squeeze?
Zayn leaned forward. He didn’t know why but he was suddenly turned on by the
chat. The chance to corrupt the innocence of a young and ignorant virgin must
have been the cause.
You: do you want me to teach you?
Stranger: how?
You: do you have skype? ill teach you over a video call.
Stranger: wont that be weird?
You: trust me. ill help you.
Zayn wasn’t sure about this. He had done cyber sex before and still does it now
(he doesn’t consider it cheating because he thinks its noble as compared to
actually sleeping with someone) and he had experience with other men(he’s done
it in college but he thinks he likes girls better) but this was just a kid. 14,
for crying out loud. He could wind up in jail.
Stranger: i have an account
Stranger: ill send you a link
Stranger: just wait
With those lines, all of Zayn’s worries were thrown out the window. True to his
words, the boy sent a link and Zayn opened it like a child opening a gift on
Christmas day. He contacted the minor and tried to hide the shit eating grin on
his face before they go on video.
Stranger: theres someone on my skype
Stranger: is that you?
You: yeh. ill vid call you okay?
Stranger: ok
It was ringing for ungodly long time, but it was actually just two times,
before the call was answered. The screen was filled with the boy he was
chatting with earlier and his features stunned the adult.
“Perrie?” Zayn gasped.
``Um. Did I get the wrong person?`` his speakers sounded out the voice of the
boy.
Stranger: i think i got the wrong person
You: no that’s me
You: sorry about that. just forget what I said.
Stranger: oh ok
Stranger: should i disconnect now?
You: yes. lets just skype.
Zayn felt stupid. He shouldn’t have said his girlfriends name but the
resemblance shocked him; blond hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. For some reason
he felt like he was cheating, since he was comparing the boy to her. They were
both beautiful but this boy looked so innocent and cute and, dare he say,
fuckable. It didn’t really help that he had this adorable Irish accent.
``Who’s Perrie?`` the boy spoke.
“No one. I told you to forget it.” was Zayn’s harsh reply.
``I’m sorry.`` the boy suddenly looked sheepish, head down.
“No. It’s alright. I’m Zayn. What’s your name?” Zayn was annoyed at how he
snapped at the kid. He’s trying to help the boy not scaring him off. Some small
talk should calm him.
``Niall.``
“That’s a lovely name, matches you accent.” Zayn complemented, hoping it would
ease Niall up.
``Thanks. I like yours too. You’re British.``
“Yeah, I am.”
``I kinda know that already. It’s in your profile. You live in Bradford.
Probably the only place I know in England.``
“It’s nice here. Wish you could visit.” Then Zayn laughs because, surprisingly,
the offer was half true. He did feel a little scared that Niall obtained his
address and could actually go there but Ireland is a long way from here so he’s
relatively safe.
``Me too, so you could teach me better.``
Zayn’s dick twitched at the thoughts of touching the blonde personally. He
looked soft and smooth to the touch, like a porcelain doll made out of silk. He
wanted to continue the light conversation but he really needed to get off soon.
“We just have to make do with this. Want to take you shirt off?”
``Do I have to?``
“When you cum, you could ruin it.”
``Oh, okay.``
Damn, this kid is obedient. Zayn could probably fuck this kid hard and he’ll
just take it. The man’s mouth was near watering at the thought and the strip
tease he was having currently. Niall’s body was like his face, irresistible.
Zayn just wanted to lick it all over and he hardly notices the he was licking
his lips while robbing his crotch.
``Okay, it’s off and I got a towel to place on my tummy so if I make mess its
easy to clean up``
Zayn wanted to complain because the cloth was covering the boy’s body and he
also wanted the pants removed but decided against it. Niall might ask why and
he can’t really give a coherent answer since the blood in his brain all went
downstream. Not pushing his luck was the sensible option at the moment. On that
note, he remembered to be a little bit more sensible and ask “Are your folks
home?”
``Nah, they’re on a business trip again. They go weeks without checking on me.
Why do you ask?``
Is he really that innocent that he sees nothing remotely wrong with this? And
no wonder he’s asking random strangers about things like this, his parents
constantly leave him alone.
“It’s just, they might not like that some adult is teaching you about this
stuff; or any one for that matter.”
``Oh`` Naill looks thoughtful. ``Then I won’t tell anyone. And you’re not that
old. Maybe you have a stubble but my dad has more so I don’t think you’re an
adult yet. You’re also really nice, offering to help me.`` and he finishes with
a smile.
Zayn bites his lip since he wants nothing more than to find the kid and ravish
him. It’s like he’s setting himself up to be violated, being so pure and naive.
He’s just lucky he found Zayn and not some pervert who would molest him(or at
least, that’s how Zayn perceives it in his mind).
“I’m 22. I’m already an adult. Why don’t we just start?” Zayn said, tired of
all the chit chat. He’s too hard to try to extend the dialogue.  
``Um. Do I just take my wiener out?``
“No. Part of masturbating is teasing. It makes it much more fun and the orgasm
more intense” Zayn explained. It was partly true and it was partly because he
wanted to make a good show out of this. That’s why he had subtly opened a
program which records everything so he has something to get off to later and
possibly for the following days because, fucking shit, the boy is fit.
Niall pulled his lip on one side, a sign he couldn’t comprehend what was
happening but complies with what the older male orders otherwise. ``I don’t
really get it but you’re the expert so sure. What do I have to do?``
“I want you to relax and lean on your seat. Just close your eyes, take deep
breathes.” Zayn groans when the boy reclines on his large computer chair. Niall
must be using a desktop computer because the angle of his camera is looking
down, showing all of him; shirtlessly rested with a small towel on his
midsection. He wasn’t wearing headphones so he, like Zayn, must be using
speakers and a built-in microphone.
The lights were open so Zayn could see a part of his room and it is huge,
bigger than the living room in Zayn’s flat. It would make sense though since
the kid did have launderers and his parents were always out, signs that they
could be corporate people and loaded.
“Now suck on your fingers.” Niall gives the face of uncertainty again but does
as he’s told anyway, bringing all his fingers in his mouth. Zayn makes an airy
chuckle. This kid was doing it wrong making the act cute yet never failed to
look extremely sexy with his mouth full. “Only with one hand and just suck the
three longest fingers.”
Niall placed his right hand on his lap, not knowing what to do with it, but
kept his left one on his mouth. “Very good, run your tongue between them.” The
boy was doing well. He was making these obscene noises that could make people
think it was a blowjob.
“Rub your crotch over the pyjamas with your other hand” Niall was starting to
feel hot. As he tasted his fingers, he moved his palm to press between his legs
and the sudden pleasance drove him to squelch in a muffled way. It felt really
good so he did it again with more pressure. The sensation made him suck harder
on his fingers that made porn worthy sounds.
Zayn’s hands formed fist. He was desperately fighting the urge to jack off. He
wasn’t sure how the boy would react if he did. Sure the room was dark so he
could try and hide it but he didn’t want to risk the chance of scaring off his
doe-eyed, voluptuous prey.
“Move your right hand in circles.” The sudden change of motion drowned Niall in
pleasure. His pyjamas felt tighter and the room hotter. Sloppy wet noises were
now more audible and mixed with continuous groans.
“Stop sucking and move those fingers slowly down your neck.” Niall removed his
hand from his mouth. Zayn’s knee was now shaking. The scene in front of him
just got infinitely more sensual. There was a trail of saliva flowing from
Niall’s lips to his creamy neck. With his mouth free, all the pants and loud
mews were filling the air. This kid would most likely be a screamer in bed.
“Move it lower, down to your chest.” Zayn heaved, out of breathe as well.
“Start tweaking your nipples.” The boy cried, both his hands moving at a
quicker pace. Zayn can’t believe the kid was this sensitive, losing himself
just by nipple play. They haven’t even started masturbating yet.
Niall eyes where clenched tight. His left hand was over the right side of his
chest, middle finger and thumb rounding his teat. The other hand was still
doing the movement earlier, grazing his hidden shaft. The boy gasped and arched
his back then proceeded to releasing sinful moans. The sight of him sent chills
down Zayn’s spine. He felt extremely lucky finding this kid.
Niall suddenly leant forward, the towel on his stomach falling to the ground.
His left hand was skilfully playing with his nipples while his right was doing
random motions over his genitals. He was on the edge oh his seat and his
orgasm. Zayn knew this. He didn’t want it to end so early and while the boy was
clothed, hiding his penis and the impending orgasm. 
Zayn was about to order the boy to stop but Niall began to chant something that
immobilised the man. He couldn’t believe what was coming out of his mouth. He
was breathing out ``Zayn Zayn Zayn Zayn Zayn Zayn Zayn``. Zayn feels his dick
leaking precum. This boy has trapped him in a daze of ecstasy and lust. Niall
was about to ejaculate and there was nothing he could do but watch.
The boy yelled.
Zayn was distressed. He lost the chance to see a very sexy lad’s first orgasm.
Maybe he could trick the boy into doing it again but when he was about to say
something, he noticed the boy was moving oddly. His hands were between his legs
but weren’t on his crotch. They were clutching the seat. He was tense and his
eyes were still shut.
``Zayn, what’s happening?`` Niall said as he was alternating pressing his dick
and holding the seat as if he wants to stop but also wants to continue. ``It
feels weird. I think I have to pee or something.``
There was a wave of relief flowing through Zayn. The boy hasn’t come yet,
probably confused at the new sensation. Zayn could still salvage the situation.
He still had the chance to see the boy cum.
“It’s okay. It just means your close. All you have to do is to take out your
penis”
``No!`` Niall roughly rejected while still doing  his switching motions with
his left hand. ``Zayn, I’m scared.``
“It’s going to be fine. I promise it will feel good. Just do as I say.”
``You said you would help me. Do something, Zayn.``
Guilt pricked Zayn. The boy looked like he was in pain but what could Zayn do.
“I would help you if I was there but I’m not so you just have to listen to me.”
``Then, come here!``
“I’d go there if I could but I can’t just go to your house. It’s too far.”
What’s wrong with this kid? Doesn’t he understand the concept of long distance?
Zayn can’t just teleport to Ireland.
 Niall whines. ``You don’t have a car, do you? Fine. I’ll just go there
myself.``
Now Zayn was the one confused. He had a car but what does that have to do with
going there. Does his car fly? He was about to ask Niall regarding it but all
he saw was the boy putting on a jacket and disappearing from the screen.
“Niall? Niall?! Where did you go?”
What the hell was happening? Where is he going? Maybe he could contact the boy.
He searched Niall’s profile, hoping to see the kid’s mobile number. He was
about celebrate when he found it but roared a “Bloody fucking shit!” instead
when he saw the other information.
Niall Horan may have an Irish accent but he lives here. ‘You live in Bradford.
Probably the only place I know in England’ resurfaced in Zayn’s thoughts and it
became clear why this was so.  Niall lived in a flat that was a 5-minute drive
from his.
Describing Zayn as terrified was the understatement of the decade.
***** Daddy Kink and Hand Jobs *****
Chapter Notes
     last chapter
Zayn was easing himself down by pacing around the room. If he is to fix the
situation then he has to be rational and not panic-stricken.
He breaks down the events to better analyse them.
-So far, he has just knowingly encouraged a minor to perform provocatively via
cyberspace
-said boy has already gathered his name and location
-the boy is coming here
-his parents probably won’t even know this happened due to their distant family
relationship
-the boy is cute and easily manipulated
-he’d probably ask Zayn to give him a hand job
-Zayn would be able to touch every part of him, kiss him, lick him, fuck him
Zayn shakes his head in agitation. How the hell did it lead to that? ‘Focus you
horndog!’ he scolds himself.
The idea of the boy’s phone number pops in his head. He could call him even
before he reaches the flat. With hast and shaky fingers, Zayn types into his
phone the number on the computer screen and presses the call button.
It rings. It rings again. And again. And again.
“God damn it, pick up!” Zayn yells.
There was a sudden silence; no ringing. Shit. Niall has already picked up and
heard his outburst. “Niall? This is Zayn.”
``I’m sorry I took too long, it’s just I’m driving and I can’t multitask that
good. I had to stop first``
“No, it’s fine, really. I apologize for yelling. I’m just a bit excited, that’s
all.” Zayn bashes his head on the nearest wall. ‘Excited’, why would he say
that? He’s trying to get rid of the boy, not invite him in.
``Wow, me too. You’re very nice. Thanks for helping me.``
The head rested on the wall was raised and banged again. This is a train wreck.
Zayn, despite all the worry, took notice of something. Niall mentioned he was
driving.
“Are you old enough to drive?”
``Umm, not quite. I borrowed one of the cars nobody uses. My brother showed me
how in case of emergencies. Um Zayn, I really need you. It’s starting to kinda
hurt.``
Zayn’s resolve was waning. Only now did it dawn on him that there is pain and
despair in the voice.
``I’m near. I’m pulling over across your street. Please hurry. Zayn, please.``
Niall pleaded.
Without a second thought, Zayn ran out of his apartment and down the buildings
stairwell. The words ‘I really need you’ clouded his judgement. A desperate,
horny virgin needed him. He felt like he was brave knight on a conquest to free
a maiden from her celibate prison.
He reaches the complex’s main entrance and when he extends his hand for the
door handle, the metallic coldness stings him. The texture gives him the much
needed drag to reality for it felt similar to prison bars.
‘Do what’s right or else you’ll end up in gaol.’his subconscious heeds. The
body animated with lust became tense with fear. He gazes at his reflexion on
the shiny handles and it, with its blurry images, frightens him with the
impending consequences if he further interacts with this boy.
You will lose your job.
Your girlfriend would leave you.
 You would be sent to the slammer.
``Zayn? Zayn? Are you still there? I’m waiting outside.``  Niall vocalizes from
Zayn’s phone that is still clasped within his fingers.  He must have brought it
down when he hastened.
With much effort, he forces the blood fuelling his libido back up his brain.
“I’ll be right out.” was the curt reply given and the man disconnects the call.
With a deep inhale and a re-established determination, he sets out for the
door. Zayn wears a strict face. He will not succumb to this boy, no matter how
tempting he may be. He is to convince the boy to leave. That is all.
Zayn stands by the entrance, holding the door open. He didn’t bring his keys so
if it closes then he will be locked out. He scans the area and sees a single
vehicle on the other side of the road. It appeared too luxurious to be a spare
car so it couldn’t be Niall’s.
There was nobody there. His worry was alleviated. Maybe Niall decided not to
come or maybe it was just a prank by the high heavens to teach him to not
pervert weans. He was about to re-enter when a small voice with a familiar
Irish accent called out “WAIT! Please.”.
Zayn rotates both in shock and astonishment. The sound was so delicate and pure
but was also filled with longing and privation. It was like a sad angel clipped
off of its wings. He searches for the source and it stands at the bottom of the
steps, hiding behind the concrete balusters. He looked like a wounded animal
with the way he curls into himself.
“Niall? Is that you? It’s alright. It’s me, Zayn, the guy you were talking to
earlier.” He soothes, completely forgetting his intention to chase away the
child. Niall had such heavenly blue eyes and Zayn couldn’t resist leaving it
sorrowful.
The boy slowly paced out of his hiding spot and climbed the lowest tier of
steps. He had his head down and arms around himself.
“Don’t worry. You can come nearer if you want.” Zayn continues.
The boy’s head shot up and he strode towards Zayn, moving quickly as his short
legs would allow. Zayn was about to caution him to be careful but the boy has
already engulfed him in a hug that pushed him a few steps back.
Someone could emerge from their room and see them so Zayn had to detach from
the embrace but the vision in front of him both aroused and saddened him.
Niall’s breathing was ragged and he was trembling. Even in the cold weather,
his body was fevered. His boner was grazing Zayn’s thigh, a predicament that
could lead him to grow his own.
Zayn reciprocated the bosom to comfort the lad, one hand in the blonde’s hair,
randomly raking his scalp while the other vacillates the lower back. Zayn may
have prodded the boy’s bottom a few times, enjoying its squidgy yet well-formed
shape.
“Shush now. Calm down, Niall.” Zayn said as he continued his quietening
gestures. As adorable as this boy is, he can’t stay here. He can’t invite the
boy into his home. He could be branded a paedophile and lose his job.
Niall could give you a hand job.
Perrie would hate him. She would leave.
Better so you could bed Niall without having to cheat on anyone.
He could be thrown in the slammer for this.
You could give it hard to Niall, slam into him repeatedly while the boy screams
your name again and again and again.
Zayn bites his lips to erase the fantasies and, hopefully, prevent him from
getting an erection while they are in such proximity. He curses his
subconscious for being so indecisive. Only moments ago was he being warned but
now he is being encouraged. Whatever his mind prescribes, he must do that right
thing and send Niall home.
He pulls away form the small blonde to speak but it is only now does he take
full view of the boys appearance. The boy is dressed in thin pyjama bottoms,
that do nothing to hide his stiffy, and fluffy rabbit slippers. He has a jacket
on but aught underneath, exhibiting his creamy flesh since the zipper only
closes till his mid chest.
By this point, Zayn’s self-control was at a low point. The flimsily covered boy
fogs his cerebration. It is fully lost when Niall palms his bulge at the front
stoop, visible to the public, and breathes out an erotic “Zayn, please”.
 
~
 
Zayn blacked out for a moment. By the time he regained consciousness, he was
inside his flat with Niall hand in hand. Did he really bring a minor into his
abode with the intention of giving him in his first orgasm?
I hope so. That would be so hot.
“Fuck!” he curses aloud. Why is he having such impure thoughts?  It’s probably
because he hasn’t had any sexual contact with another person in a very long
time and when there is such an opportunity presented to him, he just couldn’t
control himself.
Zayn hears sniffles which prompted him to turn around and see that Niall was
crying. “I’m, I’m sorry. Did I do anything wrong?” the boy stuttered between
tears. “I didn’t mean to. It’s just it hurts and I don’t know what to do.
Please don’t get mad. Please don’t yell.”
Once again, Zayn was enthralled by Niall’s conflicting appearance. He looked
tearful yet extremely lewd. The way he was wiping his tears with the bottom of
his fist, head faced aside, while palming himself with his other hand made him
look like an alluring sex object one could only dream of.
“Of course not, baby”. Zayn went over and rested his hand over the boy’s
shoulders, assuring a consoling squeeze. “I’m not mad at you, not one bit. So
don’t think that, okay?” 
“Okay, daddy” was Niall’s reply. Zayn could contest that he isn’t a pervert but
being called daddy made his dick twitch which was enough to prove otherwise
“What did you say? Why did you call me that?” Zayn removed his clutch and
stepped back a little to have a full view of Niall.
“You called me baby so I thought I should call you daddy. I’m sorry. Shouldn’t
have I said that?” Niall was dejected. He doesn’t want to upset Zayn.
“No, it’s alright. You can if you want to.” Zayn offered even though he wants
to make Niall call him daddy, make him scream and pant daddy all night long.
“I want to. My parents don’t like it when I call them mom and dad. They prefer
it if I use their names, something about equal respect or something. Thank you”
Niall stated as gives Zayn another tackled hug. Dear goodness, he likes to do
that.
Zayn was about to respond but the child released a moan. The embrace led to
Niall rubbing his crotch over Zayn’s thigh. In any other state of mind, the
Irishman would have been mortified but the sensation of the friction has
finally given him some sort of release.
The man would halt him but when Niall emitted a whimper accompanied with a
“Daddy, please” while continuing his hip saltations. The titillating action
brought Zayn to re-evaluate his perspective on the situation. 
Why is he even denying this boy? What’s the worst that could happen? Niall
already promised to keep this a secret. It was his fault Niall is like this.
The least he could do is to help him. He should stop over thinking the future
and enjoy the company of the present.
Zayn has made up his mind; he will help this boy.
Zayn moved one hand over the boy’s hip and the other over the boy’s genitals.
Although it brought Niall great pleasure, it also ceased his movements which
made him whine. “Don’t worry” Zayn whispered into his ear. “I’ll take care of
you. Will you do as I say?”
Niall gave a precipitant nod, already consumed by lust. His eyes are closed and
hold on Zayn’s shoulders is tightening.
“Go sit over the couch, baby boy.” Zayn indolently ordered, releasing the boy
from his grasp. Niall did as he was told and went over, breathing still torrid.
He sat as he continued to handle himself over his pyjamas. He looked Zayn in
the eyes as he did so and spoke “It’s still hard. It won’t go away.”
The scene was so surreal. Many days had been spent on masturbating on that sofa
but now there was an attractive Irishman on it, freely offering himself. Zayn
moved beside him and stilled Niall’s arm. “You’re hard because you keep
touching yourself. It will go away when you cum.”
“Please, make me cum then” Niall’s head was pointing upwards, exposing his neck
and partial chest. He had his eyes shut, oblivious to Zayn’s sudden hungry
aggression at his words. Zayn was going to remove Niall’s jacket but the tyke
abruptly recoiled, covering his torso with his limbs.
“We need to remove your clothes, remember?” Zayn wheedles the boy to divest.
“It’s weird” Niall argues, still not easing from his upright foetal position.
“You did it before, when we were on the computer.” Zayn points to his laptop on
the coffee table in front of the coach. He forgot about the device but,
considering the black screen and the blinking light at the side, it must have
discharged to sleep mode.
“I was the only one in the room. It feels weird if I get naked and there is
someone else with clothes on” Niall mumbles.
“I could remove my shirt if that would make you more comfortable” Zayn offers
but he’s already dispatching his shirt. Despite the stratagem to elicit sexual
favours, he really cares for the boy and wants him to be as comfortable as
possible.
Niall appreciates the gesture and tardily reaches for the coat zipper. Zayn
intervenes with a “let me” and is the one to zip down the jacket.
You could most likely dub Zayn a sexual fiend for the fashion he strips Niall.
The way he moves his hands within the clothes; gently pushing the jacket off.
His hands were first on the boy’s bare chest then slowly outward to the boy’s
shoulders, caressing the skin as the touch travels.
The garment falls on the coach and Zayn throws it on the floor. Grasping the
boy’s upper arms, he gently pushes the boy down. With trusting eyes, Niall
allows himself to be laid. Zayn tries not to make his rut to obvious but his
respiration is so soon to be rapid and temperature increased to the double. Not
that Niall would detect it anyway.
The lad has already closed his eyes and himself from the world, relinquishing
his consciousness to lust. To the experienced in the erotic arts, they would
call this subspace – an idea Niall would have never encountered in his
impeccant life. It’s not that Niall is easy and so willing to give himself to
luxuria, it’s just that he hasn’t felt like this before and all those years of
chastity containing him has finally run its course. All the sexual tension
trapped is ready to break out.
Zayn drags down an outstretched finger over Niall’s chest to his abdomen. The
lad arches his back to the touch. Zayn is pleased that the boy is responsive,
so sensitive and accepting to pleasure.
“Remember what I told you about teasing and nipple play?” Zayn inquires,
running his nails in random patterns on the lad’s sides. “Want me to do that
for you?”
Niall gives a hasty nod. He no longer wishes to speak, only feel, but Zayn
doesn’t like that and removes his fingers as punishment. The boy was snivelling
at the lack of contact. “Please don’t stop.”
“I don’t like it when you don’t answer me, baby. I want you to use your words.”
Zayn responds. He evidently gets off on the boy being vocal. “I’m going to ask
you again. Do you want me to-“
“Yes, daddy, please.” Niall disrupts. “I’m sorry I didn’t talk. I’ll say it.
I’ll say anything you want just please. Daddy, please.”
Zayn wasn’t too happy about the interruption but the boy’s desperation was
enough to make up for it. He lunges for Niall’s neck with osculations while he
plays with the boys nipples. This time, Niall’s all but silent; releasing loud
moans of “Yes, daddy” and “I like it so much, daddy”. The attention being given
to his oversensitive torso has absented him of dignity.
When Niall latches on Zayn’s neck and starts rubbing himself against the man’s
knee, the Brits decides it time to give the boy what he came here for. He moves
his hands at the boy’s sides and down to his bottoms. Zayn is still giving the
tyke neck kisses as his fingers moves under the trousers. He expected there to
be boxers or briefs but Niall was bare underneath.
Zayn raises his head to look at Niall. “You don’t have underwear?”
“I told you. I get it dirty in my sleep so I don’t wear any.”
Zayn finds Niall’s logic to be endearingly foolish. He may not soil the
underwear but the pyjamas would still be. But this is a very innocent and
gullible boy we’re talking about so you shouldn’t scrutinize his reasoning
much.
Zayn gives the boy a smile as he sits on his heels by the lad’s feet. He
informs Niall that he’s “gonna take your jammies off now” and he does so with
the carnally slow way he has been performing before.
Niall tries to cover his aching manhood but Zayn prohibit him with a “Don’t do
that. You’re beautiful so don’t hide.” making Niall blush profusely. He does
think Niall to be lovely, the way his skin is so blooming and his body
glistening with mild perspiration.
He was about to reposition himself over Niall when the boy tugs on his jeans.
Of course, the boy doesn’t like being naked alone so he should strip as well.
What an astonishing turn of events for Zayn.
He was to unbutton his jeans but Niall does so for him. His not sure if the boy
is returning the favour or he just really wants to see the Brit’s cock, either
thought is delightful for Zayn. He stands over the sofa as Niall is sitting and
lowering the trousers. When the pesky garment was off, Niall pulls down the
boxers with a yelp.
Zayn swears he didn’t mean to but when Niall removed his underwear, his prick
just sprung and hit the boy’s forehead. He yabbers apologies to the boy but it
seems Niall it far to busy staring at his erect cock.
“Yours is so much bigger than mine.” Niall is closely inspecting Zayn’s shaft.
“It looks different too.”
“I’m circumcised.” Zayn explains. “Don’t worry about it. Everyone’s is
different and you’re young so it will still grow.”
Niall doesn’t appear to understand fully but nods either way. Zayn so wants
this boy to suck him but supposes that taking his first orgasm and his first
sexual experience – which comes in the form of a hand job – is enough. Maybe in
the future, who knows?
“Will you lie down again so I could take care of you, baby?” He directs. Niall
gives a “yes, daddy” then proceeds as instructed, returning to his state of
dulled consciousness.
Zayn straddles the lad’s thigh and lets his palms travel the boy’s body. The
skin is so flush and warm. Zayn just can’t get enough of it. He even gives
himself a few tugs as he relishes the pale skin.
He deemed the teasing to be sufficient when Niall was already panting audibly
and his slit leaking, pre-cum shining his lower stomach. The boy looked to be
pained in the agonizing wait but didn’t say otherwise. He was enjoying the
sweet torture of having so much without getting anything at all. Zayn felt so
lucky to have found such a submissive lad.
He will soon reward the boy for being good but he had to make sure that Niall
wants this. He rests his fingers by Niall sides, mere centimetres from the
boy’s shaft, as he asks “Do you want me to touch you? Make the pain go away?”
Niall opens his eyes and looks into Zayn’s but his line of sight travels to the
man’s hard-on. “Yes but are you hurt too? Do I touch you too?” the boy speaks.
Zayn doesn’t know what to say. He only expected to give a hand job, not get one
in return. He chooses to reply with a safe “If you really want too then you
can.”
The lad nods then remembers he has to speak and says “I want to. I want you to
cum too, daddy.”
There is a shit-eating grin on Zayn’s face as he moves his right hand on the
boy’s length and his left to manoeuvre the boy’s little fingers to cover his
own. “Just move as I do” he guides.
They start of slow, casually moving up and down. Niall’s prick feels so good
within his grip. It’s small yet the hard base and pliant skin, makes it the
perfect thing to hold. Zayn thinks it would be amazing if he could hold the boy
like this all night long, pleasuring him to no end. It’s too bad though that
the boy doesn’t give him enough friction with that tiny hand.
He appreciates the glorious form below him but he needs more. “Niall baby, I
need you to squeeze more, like how daddy does it.” The boy complies but it’s
still not enough.
He sees that Niall’s other hand isn’t doing anything so he may as well put it
to work. “Could you use both your hands, baby?”
Niall looks into his eyes, uttering an “okay, daddy”, before clasping his
manhood with both hands. The change made it so much better.
Zayn was right about the boy being a lefty because he was more skilled with
that. There was adequate pressure and the boy’s hand travelled around his cock
gloriously, pumping him with dextrous strokes.
“Look at me, baby” Zayn stared into those baby blue eyes as he basked in the
gentle gestures. The moment was intimate and beautiful but it needed to
progress so they could achieve the orgasm they both crave.
The man’s hand sped up and Niall lost himself. There were “Daddy, yes” and “it
feels good” floating in the air. Zayn admired how loud this boy is. He would be
an extreme screamer in sex, another trait to add to this perfection.
Zayn stimulated the boy’s nipples with his free hand, playing with it with his
middle and pointing finger as the palm massages his ribs. The sensation must
have been too much because Niall let go of his dick in favour of moaning and
bracing the coach.
“I’m sorry, daddy. I didn’t mean to let go. I’ll do better” the lad apologized,
trying to take hold of his pecker again.
Zayn only kindly silenced him while nudging away his hand. “It’s okay, baby
boy. You don’t have to do anything anymore, just enjoy. I’ll take care of
everything.” He preferred if Niall just lay there, spread out for him. He’s so
pretty and lovely to touch.
Zayn leaned down to kiss Niall’s neck before easing pressure on the boy’s
pulsing length. With his hand slightly open, he grasps his cock along with
Niall’s and the pleasance was indescribable. He couldn’t have enough of it so
he just moved his hands faster and created friction with their firm red pricks.
Niall couldn’t cognize what was happening but it all felt too good. Zayn’s
manhood was hot against his. The sensitive nerve endings were stimulating each
other with its sultry texture.
He raised his arms over Zayn’s back to pull him closer. Their chest colliding
and the rubbing on his skin only intensified the pleasure. The blonde’s nipples
where being treated with the attention Zayn’s pecs were providing.
Zayn knew the boy liked it when their body was moving against each other so
instead of simply pumping their shafts, he kept his hand steady as he thrust
towards it. He was fucking his hand along with Niall’s cock.
The man was still littering kisses across the boy’s neck when Niall informed
“daddy, I feel it again. My willy feels weird.”
“It’s okay, baby. That means your close. Let go. Just feel it.” The man states
as he continues with his movements. He supports himself with his free arm so he
could raise his body a little. He wanted to see the boy cum.
Niall was chanting a sting of “Daddy”s. He has lost himself in the feeling of
Zayn’s cock and body on his. It was all too much and finally released. He came
with a strangled yell, arching his back and pulling Zayn in as he did so.
Even with his head faced down, Zayn didn’t see much of the boys cum because
their body where too close but he felt the warmth of it and that was enough.
The boy came and now it was his turn.
The boy was probably softening and oversensitive but his shaft felt too good to
let go so Zayn kept it in his hand as his hips vigorously hurtles. His hands
are wet from the tyke’s orgasm and that just made it so much better.
When Zayn raised his head to look at Niall, he was a little shocked to see the
boy staring back at him. There was no longer desperation or lust in his eyes
but adoration and gratitude. The arms, formerly suffocating him in an embrace,
were now resting on his back.
Zayn never felt like this before. Sure he has had sex with a lot of people but
it was never this intimate, having eye contact. Niall bought one hand to
lightly caress Zayn’s cheek and it was enough to send the man on the edge.
Zayn ejaculated gazing into Niall’s cerulean beauties causing him to tear a
little bit at the strain. He bit his lip, suppressing the urge to squall but it
was mostly because he wants to kiss the boy. It was quite apparent that Niall
hadn’t had his first kiss yet because of his axiomatic innocence and Zayn
didn’t want to take that from him. He wasn’t sure if he was the right guy for
that.
The Brit rested his head on the blonde’s chest. They lay there, sobering from
their orgasms. It was only when Niall started shifting in soreness did Zayn sit
up, pulling the boy with him.
“Was it good?” Zayn asked.
“It was great. I didn’t know there was something that good I could do.” was
Niall’s reply. “My chest feels icky though.”
The man chuckled. “There’s a bathroom to the right” Zayn gestured to the hall.
“You could take a shower in there.”
“Okay, daddy. Thank you.” Zayn groaned at that. Even after just cumming, the
boy could still excite him with that word.
When Niall left to clean himself, Zayn tidied up the place so he could go to
sleep. He was really going to miss this kid. Too bad he doesn’t have anything
to remember him by.
He reached for his laptop and turned it on. He was going to close the
applications so he could properly shut it down. The screen lightened up and it
gave Zayn one of the best gifts he had in his life.
The program he activated to record Niall was still on. It was recording the
conversation both ways so when Niall came to his apartment and they had their
exploits on the couch, the moment was immortalized in his hard drive.
Today was good, Zayn thought. Today was good.
 
~
 
Niall came out of the shower, dressed and ready to leave. Zayn was just in his
boxers. He wanted to shower as well and putting on clothes was too much of a
hassle when you’re going to remove it anyway.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay the night?” Zayn questioned.
“I want to but I can’t. The Porsche should back home before anyone notices it’s
gone” was Niall’s explanation. “The mechanics are supposed to do maintenance on
the cars today and they come really early.”
Zayn was dumbfounded. How rich is this kid to have a Porsche as a spare car and
have people to take care of it? He wanted to argue that Niall was too tired to
drive but, discovering that it was nearing six in the morning, he let the boy
leave.
He wore some clothes and walked Niall down. Before the lad left, he gave Zayn a
throttling hug which was pretty much expected. Niall thanked him a lot but Zayn
knew he should be the one who does so because, between the two of them, Zayn
enjoyed it more.
Niall walked down the steps, across the street, and into his fancy car. Zayn
could only smile at his sexy vixen leaving. They probably weren’t going to meet
again but he, sure as hell, won’t forget that amazing Irish blonde.
Goodbye Niall, my pretty baby boy.
End Notes
     if there are mistakes or errors please tell me so i can set it
     straight. as i said, im winging this. no plot outline or plans for
     the future. your comment may or may not affect my work greatly. even
     my name says im just an amateur writer.
     this was posted before but i had problems with the profile. your
     comment and kudos are greatly appreciated. it makes me want to write
     more.
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