Drug Me Down

„I thought we agreed we were going for daddy tonight!” a deep male voice said.

„Yeah, that's why I drugged Liam's drink. What's your problem?” another man, with a Westmeath accent, replied.

„What's my problem?! Who's gonna be a father in the band soon?”

„Ooooh... You meant daddy as in father, not Daddy Direction...” the Irishman exclaimed, earning a sigh from the other guy. „Well it's your fault for not being specific. Besides, if I was going to spice up the drinks, why did you put the drug in Louis' mug as well?”

„Cause I was sure, you screwed up.” the deep voiced man responded angrily, his Cheshire accent breaking through. „Though I was expecting you to accidentally put yourself to sleep.”

„Very funny... what are we gonna do now?”

„Carry on with the plan... we have Lou unconscious...”

„So what, you just plan on leaving Payno here like this?”

The two men looked to the table in the VIP area of the bar. The entire room was empty apart from two sleeping brunettes, sprawled out on the couches, unfinished, spilt beverages next to them.

EARLIER THAT EVENING

„Whoohooo! This one's to the new single lads!” Louis raised a toast as the band partied in a club.

They booked the place to themselves, just to enjoy some time on their own.

„Cheers! I didn't expect such a huge success.” Niall added, laughing.

„You said it. I think it was our best release yet.” Harry said, taking a sip out of his pint.

„Yup. Not to mention the concert was absolutely brilliant. Though we still have to rehearse the new song a bit... Lou looked like he was scared he'd forget the lyrics at some point.” Liam chuckled, the crinkles by his eyes showing.

„Sod off, Payno.” the Doncaster lad replied, but smiled afterwards. He finished his beer and looked at the empty cup. „Who's up for another round lads?”

„ME!” they all shouted in unison and laughed heartily.

„Right then, give me your mugs...” Liam said, gathering the cups onto a tray, when Nialler stopped him.

„Nah, let me do it mate.” the blond said, with a Cheshire grin.

„It's okay, I've worked behind the bar before, Ni.”

„Liam, I'm Irish... It's in me blood. Lemme do it.”

Payno thanked his mate and sat back down to enjoy the chat with the other two. In the meantime, Nialler made his way to the bar and started pouring beer, paying attention which mug belonged to whom. As he was filling Liam's, he pulled out a small bottle of powdered sleeping drugs and put the contents in. Happy with himself, he returned the now-heavy tray to the table.

The bandmates talked and laughed to their hearts' content. After half an hour, Harry shot Niall an impatient glare. The blond shrugged slightly, not to be seen by the other two. Liam and Lou were chatting away, very tipsy at this point, but showing no sign of getting tired. In all honesty, Payno did feel a bit drowsy, but he blamed it on the busy day and didn't want to ruin their day out, so he decided to ignore it.

„Sorry fellas, my bladder's begging for a wee, so I'll be leaving you for a moment.” Tommo said, heading for the restroom.

Harry immediately glanced to Niall, who nodded and walked over to Liam. The Cheshire boy used the occasion to put some sleeping powder of his own into Louis' mug. Nialler however, thought it was a signal for him to spice up Payno's drink even further. At this point the Wolverhamptoner was so drunk, he didn't even notice the blond fiddling with his cup in front of him.

When the Doncaster lad returned, all four mates resumed their chat. Having received a double dose of the hypnotic, it didnt't take long for the Paynster to fall face-first on the table and start snoring. Hazza shot a fierce glance at Nialler, who simply smiled smugly.

„Lee...yum? Whaaa...t's the matte...” Louis asked, shaking Payno by the arm, until he too passed out. Only now did the Irishman look shocked and confused.

LATER THAT NIGHT

Tommo woke up, his alcohol addled mind struggling to remember where he was. His blurry vision didn't help much either. Lou tried to rub his eyes, but realised, that his arms were secured high above his head and he wasn't able to move them. This instantly sobered him up.

He looked around, blinking to get the haze out of his eyes, until he noticed that it was due to very poor lighting of the room. It was so dark, it was impossible to pierce the gloom around him. His only source of light was a dim lightbulb hanging in front of his face. It was barely enough to illuminate its surroundings and prevent him from getting used to the dark without blinding him.

It wasn't the only thing straight in front of him though.

Payno's limp body dangled from chains in the ceiling attached to his wrists. His head rested against his t-shirt clad chest as he remained unconscious. Louis realised he must have been bound in a similar manner. He struggled furiously, but the cuffs held fast. Tommo panted as he tried to recover some strength for his next attempt at getting free, as drops of sweat trickled from his armpits down his ribs, finally soaking into the hem of his tanktop.

Just as the Doncaster lad was about to pull on the chains again, he heard grunting coming from in front of him. Liam was waking up.

„Ugh... I'm... gunna be sick... last time... I drink so much with you guys...” he mumbled, slowly raising his aching head. When he finally noticed the predicament he was in, Payno panicked, thrashing around in his bonds, almost kicking Lou in the shin.

„Hey, watch it, Lili!” Tommo said, evading another kick. „Take it easy...”

„Lou? Oh, God... what happened?”

„I dunno... but it doesn't look good. I don't even know where we are or why are we here.”

„Fuck, do you know where Niall and Harry are? I hope they're okay.” Liam exclaimed, more concearned for the well-being of his mates than his own.

„I'm not sure. As far as I know, we're alone here.”

The sudden sound of a door creaking open interrupted their conversation. The two boys tried to pierce the darkness, but since the lights were out on the other side of the door, they couldn't make out anything. They could only rely on their hearing and right now, they heard two pairs of footsteps followed by the door closing. Those could only have been their kidnappers.

Niall and Harry were very happy with the room they prepared in the basement of the club earlier that day. The single, weak lightbulb in the middle served many purposes, but mainly to illuminate the person (or as the situation demanded, people) in the middle, while leaving everything and everyone else shrouded in shadow. It was now time to use that to have some fun.

„Who are you and what do you want from us?” Louis asked, trying to hide the fear in his voice.

Moments passed, but there was no answer. The unnerving silence was broken by Liam's sudden warning.

„Lou, watch out!” he shouted upon noticing a pair of hands hovering inches from his mate's sides.

Piercing laughter escaped the Doncaster lad, as his vulnerable sides were assaulted with long, invading fingers. His soft belly followed suit, making the boy giggle and squirm in his bonds.

„Ha HaaHaha whahat thehehe heehehell... stahahap thahaht. Dohohoon't!”

Mercifully, the hands retreated and Louis went limb, breathing heavily.

„You okay, Louu-hoohahoa AHA AHAHAHAaHA!” Payno's question was drowned in gales of laughter as he felt fingers dancing along his ribcage, gently scratching through the fabric of his shirt.

They too retracted moments after the attack, leaving Liam to recover. The two bandmates looked eachother in the eyes, coming to a slow understanding of what they were in for. The dread of that realisation spread through their bodies followed by another wave of ticklish sensations.

Louis felt nimble fingers digging between his ribs, sending him into fits of giggles, while the Paynster had his armpits assaulted with gentle rubs and quick pokes. Both mates' cackling laughter filled the room as they struggled to escape from the tickling. Their movements however, were severly limited and even if they managed to shrug off the ticklers, in seconds they were back, tormenting another spot.

The inability to predict the attacks and complete helplessness only added to the overall experience, increasing the brunettes' already incredible sensitivity to touch. Just as they thought it couldn't get any worse, the two boys felt the hands wiggling beneath their tops, teasing the bare skin.

Liam's high pitched shriek pierced the air as his firm abs were subjected to wiggling fingers. Louis on the other hand started moaning and writhing, thumbs rubbing his pinkish nipples and chest. Good times didn't last long though, as the nipple teasing was soon replaced with scratching of the bare armpit hollows, earning guffaws of laughter from the eldest band member.

After what the bound lads could have sworn were hours, they were given a break to recover. They gladly used the time to regain their breath and dwindling strength.

As Lou calmed his breathing, he felt something pulling at his ankle and then tugging on his shoe. He tried to kick free, but the grasp on his leg was strong and soon his foot was completely bare. All Tommo could do was wiggle his toes helplessly. Then something soft and wispy slid across his sensitive sole.

„Bwahahaha nohohhohooho hahahaha nohohot thahaht. Hahaha! Pleeeheheasee nohohot thahaht!” the Doncaster lad cried out between the bursts of uncontrolable giggles.

„What's going on? What are they doing to you?” Payno asked, but the answer came to him not in the way he had hoped for.

His foot was also soon deprived of its protection. As the feather glided across the soft flesh, waves of giggles flooded out of Liam's wide open mouth. The delicate fronds teased every single nerve ending on the vulnerable foot, causing its owner to go through absolute tickle-hell. And the true fun was only beginning.

The Wolverhamptoner realised that, once the feather reached his toes and started sliding between and under them.

Tears of laughter streamed from the younger brunette as he clenched his eyes, reluctantly giving himself to the overwhelming sensations coming from his foot. The sudden outburst of new, stronger guffaws from Louis, meant he had just been subjected to the same treatment. By the time the feather tickling was up, both lads were drained in sweat, their shirts clinging to their heaving chests.

The Doncaster lad was praying for that to be the end. Imagine his terror once he felt his bare foot being lifted in the air again, followed by his other leg being pulled up as well. Louis whimpered as his other shoe was removed. He didn't expect this to happen, once both his feet were bare and vulnerable, though.

At first it was a fleeting feeling, but it was much nicer than what Lou endured up to that point. Then another, longer sensation came from his other sole, but still the brunette wasn't able to recognise what it was. He could only make out that it was warm and wet. Only when his tormentors really went to town, did he realise those were tounges.

Having his long, narrow feet licked felt wonderful, especially after a prolonged tickling experience. Unintentional moans escaped the eldest boy. He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes, the pleasurable feeling spreading through his body. Louis actually sighed in disappointment, when the tounges withdrew and his legs were released.

All the while, Liam watched quietly as his bandmate writhed in delight. He had to admit, it was quite hot to see Tommo in such a state. When he felt his legs being lifted, the Paynster didn't oppose, actually hoping for similar treatment. However, his ticklers had something else in mind first. Instead of moist licks, Payno's soles were subjected to soft strokes of feathers.

Up and down they went. From the heels all the way to the cute, plump toes, between them and even on the tops of the feet. Liam was in agony, squirming and laughing helplessly, his eyes begging Louis to do something to save him, even though he knew there was nothing his friend could do. After several minutes, when the delicate fronds of the feathers were finally replaced by warm tounges and luscious lips, Payno let out a huge sigh of relief followed by a loud moan. He tilted his head back, letting the pleasure fill him from the inside.

Neither Lou nor Liam dared to admit it, but at that point, they didn't have anything against being abducted and tortured. That's why they didn't even budge as their shirts were lifted, effectively blindfolding them and exposing their torsos at the same time.

After making sure that neither of the bound lads could see anything, Harry and Niall thought it safe to come into the light. For a brief moment they admired their preys' bare, heaving chests. They were glistening with sweat, the smooth, tattooed upperbody of Louis contrasting with Liam's hairy chest and abs. Both the curly lad and the blond smiled as they went to work on their chosen victims.

Hazza started by dipping his tounge into Lou's bellybutton, while teasing a nipple with one hand and scrathing an armpit with the other. Nialler was more intent on pleasuring himself than his bandmate, alternating between licking his furry nipples and armpits, all the while wiggling his agile fingers over Payno's most ticklish spot – his ribs.

„OOH hHAH aHAa Ha Aawww MmMM Haha iHIhi ah a h oohhh HAAHAHA” giggles and moans from both bound boys mixed in the room with the sound of lashing tounges and grunts from Haz and Niall, the two of them being too immersed in the fun to keep being quiet.

Louis' voice got caught in his throat, as the Cheshire lad bit his nipple and sucked on it. Even squeezing his soft sides and poking his underarms couldn't force another sound out, as the eldest band member writhed in silent laughter. The same could be said about Payno, who threw his head back and enjoyed the unimaginable delight that took over his body, as Niall's manly hands rubbed and massaged the exhausted torso of his friend, while his mouth caressed it with gentle kisses and licks.

The overall tiredness from the busy day, along with the gruelling ordeal, torturous tickling and finally overwhelming pleasure left the two brunettes drained of energy and soon they calmly fell asleep. Niall and Harry gently removed the cuffs from their wrists and lay them on the ground, before carrying them one by one to the main room of the club and calling their security guards to pick them up and drive them back to the hotel.

It wasn't hard to convince their keepers that Liam and Louis simply got drunk off of their tits, though it was tricky to explain, why they were all sweaty, barefoot and smiling widely.



AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, I was actually torn between writing this as it is and doing it more smutty/kinky. If you want a more... MATURE version, I might write one, though it won't be much different than this one. Just slightly extended by you-know-what between you-know-who (no, not Voldemort) until everyone is satisfied you-know-how.

PS. Probably will start work on One Infection part 4 tomorrow morning. Too tired today.