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Begging
Chapter Number/Total: 11/31
Chapter Title: Begging
Words: 2501 Words
Lucius lifted his wand and the chain linked to Harry's manacles attached itself to a metal loop embedded in the stone floor at the foot of the bed. The chain shortened, dragging Harry across the floor until he was pinned to the spot. The other two ignored him then, eating their food and chatting in low tones that made the words hard to catch.
Harry didn't know how long he lay there, the waves of pain finally bringing tears to his eyes. He didn't want to give in. It was when he began to sob, his body shuddering so hard he was convulsing, that Harry looked up at them finally. "Please," he moaned through the tears, not even sure if he was loud enough. "Please ... make it stop!"
Lucius glanced his way, but didn't respond. Voldemort returned his chair to the original position and took a seat.
Harry swallowed and tried again, speaking louder. "Please, I'm sorry, just please ... make it stop ... please."
Lucius smiled coldly and walked over to look down at Harry. "You want something, whore?" he asked.
"It hurts," Harry whispered, reaching out to try to touch him. Lucius stayed just out of reach and laughed at him Harry groaned. "Please ... touch me."
"Why should I when watching you suffer is so entertaining?" Lucius challenged.
"Because it hurts so much," Harry sobbed, closing his eyes and wishing he'd pass out.
"You will need to do better than that," the man taunted.
Harry didn't know what else he could possibly say that would make the man stop the pain. "Please touch me!" He swallowed and looked up at him. "Anything! F-fuck ... me," he stuttered, never having to say the words together before, but it looked like that was what they wanted.
Harry heard Voldemort laugh and Lucius smiled. "Such a slut to be begging so soon," the blond teased. He raised his wand and the chain attached to the manacles detached from the floor. "Crawl to your Master," he said.
Harry slowly got up onto his hands and knees and crawled toward Voldemort, his head bowed in shame, with Lucius watching his progress.
When Harry reached the man's feet, the Dark Lord smiled. "Tell us what a slut you are, Harry," Voldemort said.
"I ... I'm ... a slut," Harry said quietly, just wanting to get whatever Voldemort wanted to do to him over with.
"Tell me what you want us to do to you, Harry," Voldemort insisted.
"I want you to ... fuck me," Harry whispered, staring hard at the floor as the words left his mouth. He could not believe he was doing this. His stomach heaved but the pain was crawling over his skin and he felt such an aching need it was driving him mad.
Voldemort smiled then, a disturbing sight and, even more disturbing, his cock began to fill again, rising from his lap. "You did well with Lucius," he taunted. "So you should know what to do now."
Harry didn't want to seem too eager, yet, he couldn't help but move a little closer, taking a deep breath before he leaned down and pulled Voldemort's cock into his mouth. The pain was still there but it seemed to lessen when he did this. Harry fought his revulsion, breathing through his nose.
"Oh, you will make a good toy. You are an eager whore, aren't you, Harry?" the Dark Lord said, hand on Harry's head as he sucked him. Harry couldn't respond even if he wanted to while sucking and feeling the pain lessening more. After a couple of minutes and the feel of Voldemort's cock thickening in his mouth, the Dark Lord tugged on his hair sharply. "Enough, slut," he snapped. "Stand up and bend over the end of the table."
Harry slowly stood up and turned to bend over the table like he said, knowing that this was what he had asked for. The food was tantalizingly close but his need to be touched was stronger than his hunger. He heard Voldemort get to his feet and then he was behind him. He felt the talons of the man's fingers grip the cheeks of his arse. Harry winced and pressed his face against the table, not wanting to look at the food. All he could hope for was that the pain would stop once this was all over.
He felt the head of Voldemort's cock against the tight ring of his anus and before he could even respond it was pressing into him. Harry's head snapped up as sharp pain lanced through him, curling up his spine. He cried out as Voldemort moaned and just continued. Harry felt like was being ripped apart as that thick organ pushed deeper. It lessened the needy ache in the rest of his body but the agony of this was blinding. "No!" he sobbed, writhing to get away before he realised what he was doing, his back arched sharply. Lucius had made it look like it felt good.
Voldemort's hands held him pinned to the table while he began to thrust into Harry's body, each movement a searing pain inside. Harry cried out with every thrust, beginning to claw at the table, his nails scratching the wood. Voldemort groaned, pounding so hard into Harry that the young man's hips were grinding into the side of the table. Lucius stood nearby smiling.
Somewhere in the middle of it all, Harry thought about this being his first time. It made Harry feel sick to his stomach to think that there was nothing he could do about it. He'd never get his virginity back.
It felt like forever that Harry lay under the Dark Lord, but eventually the creature hissed and thrust a last time, filling him with his seed. Harry went limp, his fingers slowly uncurling. His throat and lips were dry but he couldn't gather enough energy to even lick his lips.
Voldemort pulled back and Harry could feel slick warm liquid leaking out of his arse and dribbling down his thighs. Harry barely managed to stay standing up, his legs shaking hard with the effort. Before Harry had a chance to move, he felt the brush of hands on his buttocks again. Lucius stood behind him.
Harry froze. He squeezed his eyes shut, already knowing what was going to happen next. Lucius' cock was larger than Voldemort's and it stretched his already torn hole as he shoved into Harry. Harry groaned deeply, his nails digging into the table again. Harry couldn't compare anything to this kind of pain. Right now he was thinking that even the Cruciatus Curse was something he'd rather tolerate. At the very least, it was less humiliating.
Lucius growled as he pumped his hips hard and fast into the young man until he, too, came inside him. Harry gritted his teeth as he went limp once again, feeling too many things at once. He couldn't focus on anything, the world blurry even with his glasses.
Lucius cast Lavare to clean himself and then walked back to sit down in the other chair.
Harry could only stand up a moment longer before he fell to his knees and then slowly onto his side, staring at a spot on the wall. It almost surprised him to feel something poking him in the stomach ... and that's when he remembered his own cock, still hard and aching, adding to everything else. "Can I come, please?" Harry asked, realising that nothing he wanted would be done unless he begged for it somehow.
"You think you have earned it, whore?" Lucius asked him.
"Yes," Harry answered quietly, looking up at him.
"Lie down here where we can see you better," Voldemort said, pointing to the floor between their chairs.
Harry crawled to the spot and lay down on his back, feeling exhausted.
Voldemort flicked his fingers and the constricting magical thread around Harry's cock released. He came hard and painfully, back bowed with it and his seed coating his stomach and chest in slick spurts. He was hardly feeling any of the pleasure that usually came with release. He lay on the floor, covered in his own come combined with theirs.
Harry lay panting for several minutes, turning on his side to relieve some of the pressure on his injuries. He was still hungry and his stomach decided to grumble loudly once again, making Harry curl up a little.
Lucius Summoned a plate of pastries from the table and nibbled at one, watching Harry with amusement.
Harry's eyes trailed back up Lucius' chair and to the pastry he was eating. Maybe if he asked for that as well .... "Can I have food, please?" he asked quietly, swallowing to wet his throat.
Lucius looked to Voldemort, who nodded. The blond tossed a pastry to the floor, where it broke into bits. Harry watched it for a moment before he reached for the pieces, and ate them, one by one until there wasn't anything left.
***
Harry woke up feeling warm, much too warm. His eyes slowly opened, and he looked around sleepily, shifting slightly in the bed. That's when he noticed that he was being held against someone, their arms tight around him. Harry stiffened as his heart sped up, bile rising in his throat.
Draco was still asleep, but he felt warm and comfortable, his arms around the other man.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut, trying to breathe through his nose as it slowly came back to him where he was. He remembered wanting the other man to sleep with him, holding hands before he fell asleep. He tried to calm down, but he didn't move, afraid of what would happen. He already knew that Draco liked him sexually. At least, he thought so.
Draco's face was pressed to the back of Harry's head and, still sleeping, he nuzzled the thick hair.
Harry made a small whimpering sound, beginning to shake. There were nights before when his captor was like this to Harry, but then there was always a change. Pain that followed the embrace. Always.
"Harry?" Draco asked, waking to the sound of his distress. He realised he was holding the man and tensed, before releasing him. "I'm sorry."
Harry curled up once Draco let go of him, trying to calm down the best he could. He was almost afraid that he'd get punished now and that made him shake harder.
"I ... I didn't mean ...” Draco stammered, sitting up.
"Don't hurt me," Harry whispered, tensing and curling tightly to ward off the blows his mind told him would follow.
"Oh, Harry," Draco sighed, "I wouldn't hurt you. Do you know where you are?"
Harry gritted his teeth and opened his eyes, just to get a quick look at where he was. "Draco?" he asked in confusion.
"Yes, and do you know where we are?" Draco asked again, fingers curled hard into his palms to keep himself from reaching out to the distressed man.
"Home," Harry whispered, uncoiling and turning over. He tried to shake off the dream, the memories that pulled at him.
Draco sat on the edge of the bed now, not sure what to do. He had thought lying there and holding Harry's hand would help, but now he felt bad about upsetting him. As a Healer he knew he should ask about Harry's memories. He felt conflicted. "Yes, safe at home," he assured him.
Harry sighed, letting himself relax on the bed. He looked up at Draco apologetically. "Sorry ....”
"No, not your fault," Draco said quickly, then took a deep breath. "Can you tell me about it?"
Harry could, but that didn't mean he wanted to. He sniffled and looked away. "About what ....”
"What you remember, what you felt," Draco prompted. "It will help you heal to talk about it."
Harry was silent for a long time, staring off into space. "Sometimes he did that to me," Harry whispered, looking back at Draco.
"Held you?" Draco asked, voice soft.
Harry nodded, flushing in embarrassment. He felt shame, remembering he had found comfort in it.
"Then he would hurt you," Draco said. "Who?"
"Him ... Voldemort," Harry said, feeling a small shudder go through him just from saying his name.
"He was evil, a monster who hurt you," Draco said, wishing Harry would reach for him. "I won't let anyone do that to you again."
"You won't?" Harry asked quietly, looking up into Draco's eyes. "How?"
Draco flushed then. He had promised too much and he knew it. He couldn't have prevented it even then. He just wasn't powerful enough. "I will do my best to protect you, especially until you are well enough to care for yourself," he said, wanting to promise more.
Harry thought that over, slowly beginning to shift over to Draco, inch by inch. "For as long as it takes?" he asked, searching Draco's grey eyes for assurance.
They weren't supposed to make promises like this to patients. But this wasn't just a patient to Draco. This was Harry. Draco looked into those green eyes and felt his heart ache. "Yes," he said softly.
Harry laid his hand over Draco's, moving close. "I trust you," he whispered.
To have Harry Potter, of all people, say that to Draco made him shiver. Few people trusted him. He had had to work very hard just to be accepted back into his own country. He had trained in France but had wanted to come home now that the war was over.
Harry took Draco's hand in his and shifted, resting his head on Draco's thigh, relaxing slowly against him.
Draco reached his other hand, trembling, to pet Harry's hair. He bit back a groan of pleasure at the feeling. This was about Harry's comfort, not his, he reminded himself.
Harry sighed and closed his eyes, squeezing Draco's hand gently. "Did I miss your birthday?"
Draco smiled and huffed. "You hadn't seen me in years and we weren't friends, you can hardly be expected to know my birthday."
"I was just wondering," Harry murmured, smiling a little himself without noticing it.
"My birthday is the fifth of June," Draco told him. "I am only a couple months older than you."
"I'm twenty-one," Harry said, more to himself than to Draco.
"Yes, and soon you will be twenty-two," Draco smiled, happy to see that Harry was recognising he was in the present.
Harry still didn't like the fact that he couldn't remember this until Draco told him, but at least he knew now. "I'm old," he mumbled.
Draco laughed at that, having to resist the urge to kiss the man on the forehead. "Yes, we are ancient," he teased him. "You want to go down to dinner?"
Harry shifted and lifted his head up. "Okay," he said, moving to get out of the bed, but he didn't let go of Draco's hand yet. "I don't know how much I can eat, though."
"You are doing very well," Draco assured him, leading him downstairs.
Chapter Title: Begging
Words: 2501 Words
Lucius lifted his wand and the chain linked to Harry's manacles attached itself to a metal loop embedded in the stone floor at the foot of the bed. The chain shortened, dragging Harry across the floor until he was pinned to the spot. The other two ignored him then, eating their food and chatting in low tones that made the words hard to catch.
Harry didn't know how long he lay there, the waves of pain finally bringing tears to his eyes. He didn't want to give in. It was when he began to sob, his body shuddering so hard he was convulsing, that Harry looked up at them finally. "Please," he moaned through the tears, not even sure if he was loud enough. "Please ... make it stop!"
Lucius glanced his way, but didn't respond. Voldemort returned his chair to the original position and took a seat.
Harry swallowed and tried again, speaking louder. "Please, I'm sorry, just please ... make it stop ... please."
Lucius smiled coldly and walked over to look down at Harry. "You want something, whore?" he asked.
"It hurts," Harry whispered, reaching out to try to touch him. Lucius stayed just out of reach and laughed at him Harry groaned. "Please ... touch me."
"Why should I when watching you suffer is so entertaining?" Lucius challenged.
"Because it hurts so much," Harry sobbed, closing his eyes and wishing he'd pass out.
"You will need to do better than that," the man taunted.
Harry didn't know what else he could possibly say that would make the man stop the pain. "Please touch me!" He swallowed and looked up at him. "Anything! F-fuck ... me," he stuttered, never having to say the words together before, but it looked like that was what they wanted.
Harry heard Voldemort laugh and Lucius smiled. "Such a slut to be begging so soon," the blond teased. He raised his wand and the chain attached to the manacles detached from the floor. "Crawl to your Master," he said.
Harry slowly got up onto his hands and knees and crawled toward Voldemort, his head bowed in shame, with Lucius watching his progress.
When Harry reached the man's feet, the Dark Lord smiled. "Tell us what a slut you are, Harry," Voldemort said.
"I ... I'm ... a slut," Harry said quietly, just wanting to get whatever Voldemort wanted to do to him over with.
"Tell me what you want us to do to you, Harry," Voldemort insisted.
"I want you to ... fuck me," Harry whispered, staring hard at the floor as the words left his mouth. He could not believe he was doing this. His stomach heaved but the pain was crawling over his skin and he felt such an aching need it was driving him mad.
Voldemort smiled then, a disturbing sight and, even more disturbing, his cock began to fill again, rising from his lap. "You did well with Lucius," he taunted. "So you should know what to do now."
Harry didn't want to seem too eager, yet, he couldn't help but move a little closer, taking a deep breath before he leaned down and pulled Voldemort's cock into his mouth. The pain was still there but it seemed to lessen when he did this. Harry fought his revulsion, breathing through his nose.
"Oh, you will make a good toy. You are an eager whore, aren't you, Harry?" the Dark Lord said, hand on Harry's head as he sucked him. Harry couldn't respond even if he wanted to while sucking and feeling the pain lessening more. After a couple of minutes and the feel of Voldemort's cock thickening in his mouth, the Dark Lord tugged on his hair sharply. "Enough, slut," he snapped. "Stand up and bend over the end of the table."
Harry slowly stood up and turned to bend over the table like he said, knowing that this was what he had asked for. The food was tantalizingly close but his need to be touched was stronger than his hunger. He heard Voldemort get to his feet and then he was behind him. He felt the talons of the man's fingers grip the cheeks of his arse. Harry winced and pressed his face against the table, not wanting to look at the food. All he could hope for was that the pain would stop once this was all over.
He felt the head of Voldemort's cock against the tight ring of his anus and before he could even respond it was pressing into him. Harry's head snapped up as sharp pain lanced through him, curling up his spine. He cried out as Voldemort moaned and just continued. Harry felt like was being ripped apart as that thick organ pushed deeper. It lessened the needy ache in the rest of his body but the agony of this was blinding. "No!" he sobbed, writhing to get away before he realised what he was doing, his back arched sharply. Lucius had made it look like it felt good.
Voldemort's hands held him pinned to the table while he began to thrust into Harry's body, each movement a searing pain inside. Harry cried out with every thrust, beginning to claw at the table, his nails scratching the wood. Voldemort groaned, pounding so hard into Harry that the young man's hips were grinding into the side of the table. Lucius stood nearby smiling.
Somewhere in the middle of it all, Harry thought about this being his first time. It made Harry feel sick to his stomach to think that there was nothing he could do about it. He'd never get his virginity back.
It felt like forever that Harry lay under the Dark Lord, but eventually the creature hissed and thrust a last time, filling him with his seed. Harry went limp, his fingers slowly uncurling. His throat and lips were dry but he couldn't gather enough energy to even lick his lips.
Voldemort pulled back and Harry could feel slick warm liquid leaking out of his arse and dribbling down his thighs. Harry barely managed to stay standing up, his legs shaking hard with the effort. Before Harry had a chance to move, he felt the brush of hands on his buttocks again. Lucius stood behind him.
Harry froze. He squeezed his eyes shut, already knowing what was going to happen next. Lucius' cock was larger than Voldemort's and it stretched his already torn hole as he shoved into Harry. Harry groaned deeply, his nails digging into the table again. Harry couldn't compare anything to this kind of pain. Right now he was thinking that even the Cruciatus Curse was something he'd rather tolerate. At the very least, it was less humiliating.
Lucius growled as he pumped his hips hard and fast into the young man until he, too, came inside him. Harry gritted his teeth as he went limp once again, feeling too many things at once. He couldn't focus on anything, the world blurry even with his glasses.
Lucius cast Lavare to clean himself and then walked back to sit down in the other chair.
Harry could only stand up a moment longer before he fell to his knees and then slowly onto his side, staring at a spot on the wall. It almost surprised him to feel something poking him in the stomach ... and that's when he remembered his own cock, still hard and aching, adding to everything else. "Can I come, please?" Harry asked, realising that nothing he wanted would be done unless he begged for it somehow.
"You think you have earned it, whore?" Lucius asked him.
"Yes," Harry answered quietly, looking up at him.
"Lie down here where we can see you better," Voldemort said, pointing to the floor between their chairs.
Harry crawled to the spot and lay down on his back, feeling exhausted.
Voldemort flicked his fingers and the constricting magical thread around Harry's cock released. He came hard and painfully, back bowed with it and his seed coating his stomach and chest in slick spurts. He was hardly feeling any of the pleasure that usually came with release. He lay on the floor, covered in his own come combined with theirs.
Harry lay panting for several minutes, turning on his side to relieve some of the pressure on his injuries. He was still hungry and his stomach decided to grumble loudly once again, making Harry curl up a little.
Lucius Summoned a plate of pastries from the table and nibbled at one, watching Harry with amusement.
Harry's eyes trailed back up Lucius' chair and to the pastry he was eating. Maybe if he asked for that as well .... "Can I have food, please?" he asked quietly, swallowing to wet his throat.
Lucius looked to Voldemort, who nodded. The blond tossed a pastry to the floor, where it broke into bits. Harry watched it for a moment before he reached for the pieces, and ate them, one by one until there wasn't anything left.
***
Harry woke up feeling warm, much too warm. His eyes slowly opened, and he looked around sleepily, shifting slightly in the bed. That's when he noticed that he was being held against someone, their arms tight around him. Harry stiffened as his heart sped up, bile rising in his throat.
Draco was still asleep, but he felt warm and comfortable, his arms around the other man.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut, trying to breathe through his nose as it slowly came back to him where he was. He remembered wanting the other man to sleep with him, holding hands before he fell asleep. He tried to calm down, but he didn't move, afraid of what would happen. He already knew that Draco liked him sexually. At least, he thought so.
Draco's face was pressed to the back of Harry's head and, still sleeping, he nuzzled the thick hair.
Harry made a small whimpering sound, beginning to shake. There were nights before when his captor was like this to Harry, but then there was always a change. Pain that followed the embrace. Always.
"Harry?" Draco asked, waking to the sound of his distress. He realised he was holding the man and tensed, before releasing him. "I'm sorry."
Harry curled up once Draco let go of him, trying to calm down the best he could. He was almost afraid that he'd get punished now and that made him shake harder.
"I ... I didn't mean ...” Draco stammered, sitting up.
"Don't hurt me," Harry whispered, tensing and curling tightly to ward off the blows his mind told him would follow.
"Oh, Harry," Draco sighed, "I wouldn't hurt you. Do you know where you are?"
Harry gritted his teeth and opened his eyes, just to get a quick look at where he was. "Draco?" he asked in confusion.
"Yes, and do you know where we are?" Draco asked again, fingers curled hard into his palms to keep himself from reaching out to the distressed man.
"Home," Harry whispered, uncoiling and turning over. He tried to shake off the dream, the memories that pulled at him.
Draco sat on the edge of the bed now, not sure what to do. He had thought lying there and holding Harry's hand would help, but now he felt bad about upsetting him. As a Healer he knew he should ask about Harry's memories. He felt conflicted. "Yes, safe at home," he assured him.
Harry sighed, letting himself relax on the bed. He looked up at Draco apologetically. "Sorry ....”
"No, not your fault," Draco said quickly, then took a deep breath. "Can you tell me about it?"
Harry could, but that didn't mean he wanted to. He sniffled and looked away. "About what ....”
"What you remember, what you felt," Draco prompted. "It will help you heal to talk about it."
Harry was silent for a long time, staring off into space. "Sometimes he did that to me," Harry whispered, looking back at Draco.
"Held you?" Draco asked, voice soft.
Harry nodded, flushing in embarrassment. He felt shame, remembering he had found comfort in it.
"Then he would hurt you," Draco said. "Who?"
"Him ... Voldemort," Harry said, feeling a small shudder go through him just from saying his name.
"He was evil, a monster who hurt you," Draco said, wishing Harry would reach for him. "I won't let anyone do that to you again."
"You won't?" Harry asked quietly, looking up into Draco's eyes. "How?"
Draco flushed then. He had promised too much and he knew it. He couldn't have prevented it even then. He just wasn't powerful enough. "I will do my best to protect you, especially until you are well enough to care for yourself," he said, wanting to promise more.
Harry thought that over, slowly beginning to shift over to Draco, inch by inch. "For as long as it takes?" he asked, searching Draco's grey eyes for assurance.
They weren't supposed to make promises like this to patients. But this wasn't just a patient to Draco. This was Harry. Draco looked into those green eyes and felt his heart ache. "Yes," he said softly.
Harry laid his hand over Draco's, moving close. "I trust you," he whispered.
To have Harry Potter, of all people, say that to Draco made him shiver. Few people trusted him. He had had to work very hard just to be accepted back into his own country. He had trained in France but had wanted to come home now that the war was over.
Harry took Draco's hand in his and shifted, resting his head on Draco's thigh, relaxing slowly against him.
Draco reached his other hand, trembling, to pet Harry's hair. He bit back a groan of pleasure at the feeling. This was about Harry's comfort, not his, he reminded himself.
Harry sighed and closed his eyes, squeezing Draco's hand gently. "Did I miss your birthday?"
Draco smiled and huffed. "You hadn't seen me in years and we weren't friends, you can hardly be expected to know my birthday."
"I was just wondering," Harry murmured, smiling a little himself without noticing it.
"My birthday is the fifth of June," Draco told him. "I am only a couple months older than you."
"I'm twenty-one," Harry said, more to himself than to Draco.
"Yes, and soon you will be twenty-two," Draco smiled, happy to see that Harry was recognising he was in the present.
Harry still didn't like the fact that he couldn't remember this until Draco told him, but at least he knew now. "I'm old," he mumbled.
Draco laughed at that, having to resist the urge to kiss the man on the forehead. "Yes, we are ancient," he teased him. "You want to go down to dinner?"
Harry shifted and lifted his head up. "Okay," he said, moving to get out of the bed, but he didn't let go of Draco's hand yet. "I don't know how much I can eat, though."
"You are doing very well," Draco assured him, leading him downstairs.