Draco's Story

“Well, look who’s here;” Looking over his shoulder Draco moved down the hall, smirking, “I wondered when you would show up.” Moving into the white clean room he moved to sit on the bed looking bored. Looking up at the healer he nodded to the unused chair in the room. “Are you going to sit down?
“Are you Draco Malfoy?” The healer asked wanting to be certain that he had the right patient even though he knew, but not asking lead to trouble.
“Yes, you might know me as Draco Malfoy.” Reaching for his drink he shakes his head “Yes, you know Draco Malfoy, but you don’t really know me. Only two know me.” Draco watched a moment noticing just how nervous the healer was. He could tell that he was interested as to why the small room was so barren, it was nothing like the other patients rooms, with pictures and letters posted on the wall. “Are you going to sit down? Or do I have to keep looking up at you?”
“Do you want to be here Mr. Malfoy?” Healer Toddy asked watching him closely.
Draco could tell that he didn’t want to be alone with him, his question amuses you; ‘do I want to be here?’ he thought turning the question over in his mind. Who in their right mind would want to be locked away like an animal “No, but I have to be here, this is my home. I am…how did they say it?” Draco asked himself as he though back to when the war ended, and just how messed up he was then, “Ah yes, not fit for society.” Sipping the lukewarm water he leaned against the wall.
“Can you maybe tell me about why they think this about you?” Toddy asked as he leaned back into his chair, with the orderly standing at the door it seemed that he was going to allow himself to relax a little.
“Tell you?” repeat shaking his head, “You don’t have the time or the stomach for it.” He muttered not wanting to tell him, he didn’t want to relive the hell he went through growing up. Yes, it’s was his ticket out of here, yes; they said that if he talk about the past, and reconcile with it he could be freed. Maybe he liked it here; maybe he liked not having to worry about anything, but then again he did have things to worry about.
“I have the time, and I doubt that what you can tell me will turn my stomach. I have dealt with a lot in my time.” Watching Draco he sat back clearly waiting.
Draco smirked, why not indulge him? Why not tell him what really happened behind the doors of Malfoy Manor? “Well, I hope you have your sick bag with you.” He muttered as he leaned back against the wall. “Where shall I begin?” he mused a moment as he sipped his drink. “I guess I better start at the beginning, which mean when I was thirteen” nodding he thought when he had just begun puberty, “Oh yes that was when hell really started for me….”
FLASHBACK!
Moving down the hall to my Father’s room little Draco smiled, today he was thirteen, today his Father had called him to him and told him it was time to receive a special present. Not wanting to disappoint his Father Draco hurried his steps to get to Lucius’ rooms. Knocking on the door he heard Lucius call to him. Peeking in he smiled at the man he wanted to please so much, “You wanted to see me Father?” he asked watching his Father with hope in his eyes. All he wanted was for his Father to say that he loved him, or that he was proud of him, which was all he had ever wanted.
“There’s my son,” Lucius turned and beckoned Draco forward as he sat on the bed, “Come here.”
As Draco move to stand before his Father he notice that he was grinning, and seems pleased, “I turned thirteen today Father, Blaise’s gift was lame, but I like my new broom.” he was nervous and was hoping that his Father wouldn’t reprimand him for it.
Scowling slightly Lucius reached out and pulled Draco closer to him, “That is not proper Draco, but that’s not why I have called you to me tonight.”
Bowing his head in shame, Draco muttered an apology as Lucius ordered him to strip, “Why Father?” He didn’t want to be nude in front of him, or anyone, he didn’t think he was perfect like his Father.
“Do as I say Draco, tonight you start a very special training, by the time you are ready to take your mark you will know what to expect from Our Lord.” His face is a cold mask of indifference was in place as he watched Draco.
After a moment Draco slowly stripped off his clothing to stand naked in front of his Father blushing slightly he tried to move his hands to cover himself. “Father I don’t like this.”
“Hush, and move your hands to your sides!” he ordered as he looked him over with a nod, “You’re growing well,” reaching down as he cupped his balls in his hands before he began to stroke his soft penis.
Shivering in fear Draco knew that this was not normal; Father’s shouldn’t do this, whimpering as Lucius ordered him to stay still. He obeyed as a dog would and soon his hands wonder all over Draco’s young body.
“Tonight we will start slow, kneel my son.” With a well-placed nudge Lucius helped Draco into a kneeling position. “Stop shaking! If the Dark Lord saw this fear you, and everyone you know would be dead! Do you want that? Do you want him to kill your mother because of you?” he demanded looking furious.
Draco didn’t want that, and he didn’t want to be afraid, but he didn’t want to do what his Father wanted him to do either. Looking down at the carpet he knew that deep down he would do anything to make his Father happy, to make him proud of him. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves he nodded to him, “I’m sorry Father, I will try harder.”
He smiled softly at him as he opened his nightly robes to reveal is hard, throbbing penis. “Are you ready for your lesson?”
Draco nodded, now knowing fully what his Father wanted from him, he wasn’t stupid, he read books, and do you really think that a dorm room of boys who have just begun puberty didn’t talk about this? This was his first time doing it thought, ‘shouldn’t this be with someone I want though’ he thought.
“Excellent Draco, from now on, every night I will call you to me. I will not only teach you the art of oral sex but I will teach you the painful side of sex and submission as well. You will allow no one else to touch you; you will understand why when you are older.” Looking down at Draco Lucius placed his hand in his short blond hair, “Take me into your mouth Draco.” He ordered.
Inwardly Draco whimpered as he did what he told him to, he didn’t like it, he didn’t like the feel of the heavy meat on his tongue, he didn’t like the way Lucius pushed himself all the way and held him there. Draco tried not to gag, he felt like I was going to be ill and was thankful when his Father pulled back to allow him to breath.
“Relax your throat Draco.”
Draco was sort of ready when he Lucius shoved himself down his throat again and held him there. Swallowing around his penis Draco managed to hold in a little longer, hearing Lucius instruct him on how to use his tongue, he tried to do what he wanted. One thing he knew was that it was not as ‘fun’ as some of the older boys has said, and he did not like it one bit. Closing his eyes he tried to place his hand around the base of his father’s penis so he did have to go down far. Lucius wouldn’t allow that, with one order his hands were bound behind his back. As Lucius used him he lost track of time as he tried to do as he wanted and soon he was, or thought he was, thankful when Lucius soon reached his climax. As Draco tried to pull back he wasn’t surprised when Lucius held him in place ordering him to swallow. Gagging as the hot cum went down his throat he looked up at his Father hoping for some sort of reprieve.
“I will call you tomorrow, dismissed.” Lucius stated coolly watching as Draco stood shakily.
Slowly, so not to anger Father, Draco walked out of his rooms, and as soon as he thought he could get away with it he ran the last steps to his rooms and into the bathroom. He knew that his terror was just starting though and he knew that he had to learn to just do as he was told.

END OF FLASHBACK!
“I lost count of how many times I threw up that night. The taste of my Father was horrible, bitter, salty, nasty…” Draco muttered looking back up. “You are looking mighty green there.”
“I never realized your Father was that cruel. Did he ever explain why?” Toddy asked as he fought to keep his dinner, in all of his years as a mind healer he has never encountered this.
Draco scoffed, “Tell me? Do you really think he would tell me before hand as to why he was doing these things? Please! He had already hinted to me that Mum’s life was on the line, that lead me to believe it had something to do with the Dark Lord, but tell me?!” Shaking m=his head he put his drink down, “He never told me until the night I needed these lessons. Why don’t we leave here for tonight? You are looking ill and the orderly has my nightly ‘shut the hell up’ potions.”
Toddy nodded as he stood and moved to the door, “Draco? Do you still have the nightmares?”
“Every night, I hope I don’t see you tomorrow Healer,” Seeing the shock on his face he grin as he down the potions, “For if I see you I have woken up and I have pray not to wake up every night.” Settling into bed he closed his eyes in silent prayer that I wouldn’t wake up. No one really knew him, only two knew his story and the hell I have been through, but they would know, it was time for him to tell his story.