Promising Submission

Chapter 11

Slowly, Nathanial made his way to the kitchen. The muscles on his back, butt, and thighs were sore, but after his master healed them some, it was possible to move with it. The reason for his slow pace was in fact the softly pulsing ring around his hard erection, and the long, just thick enough, plug in his ass.

He understood the reasons for his punishment. He didn’t trust. That was the main problem. Even though Harry had assured him that the three months of retraining were to allow Nathanial to learn to trust him, he felt that his lack of faith was a betrayal of all the way’s Harry took care of him. Like um…always following through on his promises, and protecting him, be it from a real danger or just making a fool of himself. He was even letting Nathanial visit with his friends even though he hadn’t done anything to earn it.

He could tell though, that not trusting Harry upset him. He sighed. He refused to lie to Harry and pretend to trust him. Not lying was a rule, either the first or the second, Nathanial didn’t remember, but it was important.

He felt the ring pulse again and the plug inflate slightly causing him to whimper. At this rate he was never going to get to the kitchen to make cupcakes for when Damian came. He knew that his vampire friend couldn’t taste them, but he would eat them anyway and tell Nathanial they were good, and smile at him. It was a tradition. Ever since Nathanial had made cookies for the first day he moved in with Micah and Anita and him, to make it more comfortable.

He paused outside the door, when he finally got there, when he heard the house elves arguing.

“No. You is listening to Winky. Master Harry told us not to give the kitty cat any potions, and you is not being doing it.”

”But Winky. You is not seeing him cry. Dobby is never seeing Master Harry cry so hard, ever, not even when Master Harry’s Weezy and..” there was a gulp, “SHE” another pause, “said those mean things to him. Dobby is making it so that Master Harry never has to be afraid the kitty cat will take away his children.”

Nathanial gasped. God these little things were a nuisance. Before he could think about how to stop it the other squeaky voice spoke up.

“Master’s kitty cat is like us. He is being a servant, until he has the master’s mark and becomes a full mate. Until then Master Harry is being making all the choices, and you is not the Master. You is not taking away Master Harry’s authority during training, especially, now that the kitty cat is being running away and stuff.”

“But, that is it, Winky, Kitty cat is not knowing how wonderful Master Harry is if he is being running away, Dobby will have to….” He never finished his sentence because at that moment Nathanial decided he needed to tell the elves what really happened.

He walked in to one fearful and one sneering expression. “Hey, listen,” He dropped to his knees and sat on his heals, coincidently rubbing the plug along his prostate, making him grunt. “We had a misunderstanding. I thought he didn’t want kids because they would be a bother, so I was volunteering to keep them out of his way. And then I made an assumption that he was kicking me out, so I left. I’ve already been punished and am still being punished. I understand what happened, and will not be repeating it.” He looked down, hoping that they would forgive him. He knew how loyal the elves were to their master and how hard they could make his life if they thought him unworthy.

Winky gasped, and Dobby nodded. “Well if you is being punished already, then you is being forgiven by Master Harry too, and so Winky is not going to be saying any more.” She glared at the other elf, “And Dobby is going to be doing as Master Harry says.”

The male elf looked at him hard, “Master Harry is sometimes not knowing about punishments. You is sure you is really punished?”

Head still down Nathanial told him his punishment, including his orders not to cum for two weeks.

Immediately Nathanial could tell they approved because they snapped and he was naked in front of them. “Is you being needing healing. Thirty lashes is a lot.”

“No, I’m okay Master used a potion to keep it from breaking the skin or damaging the muscle,” He continued quickly at their reproving expressions, “but I could still feel the pain. He only healed it a little after so I could meet with Damian tonight.”

“You is being stupid for running. Even Dobby is knowing that Master Harry is loving his Kitty Cat. He is not wanting to hurt you. You should be a good Kitty Cat and do what he wants.” Winky chattered on about how Nathanial should not challenge Harry because he didn’t like hurting anyone, especially those he cared about. Nathanial disagreed though and voiced it. Usually he wouldn’t discuss his submission with anyone, but the elves’ submission was so much more complete then his; he couldn’t help but feel vindicated by it.

“I think you’re wrong. He already has two house elves. And if he wanted a sex slave he could get one. He doesn’t want me broken. He was saying how he admired my strength during my punishment, and before when he was so angry at those thugs, he asked me if I could handle him. I think he wants someone who can take all of him, the funny quirky guy, and the war hero, with all the dark emotions that entails.”

His ramblings were interrupted by Winky, “You is wrong!” She stomped her foot, “Master Harry is a kind master, he is not wanting to hurt you. He is not liking it when you challenge him.”

Nathanial drew up to a proud stance, naked, kneeling on the floor. The elves drew back a little in unconscious acknowledgement of the status he was displaying. “Winky, you are a house elf, and as such it is your nature to take care of Master in certain ways. I am…” He paused and tried to think of a title they could relate to. Finally he drew up again and said, “I am his Kitty Cat, and as such am meant to take care of things you can’t. I know better then you what he needs in these things, just like you know better then I in other things.” He looked down his nose right into her eyes and said in a soft but menacing voice. “You will defer to my judgment in these things.”

As he rose to his feet, he caught Dobby’s approving look just before the elf snapped and he found himself in his clothing again. He looked down at the two elves, who only barely reached his knees.

“I am going to make cupcakes would you like to join me?”

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Nathanial was writhing at Harry’s feet hours later. His Master was watching tv and playing with the controls for the ring and plug in him. It had been this way for some time. If he had been cognitive enough to think of it, Nathanial might have wondered how his master could hear the tv over the sound of his begging and pleading. His master turned them to their lowest setting to let him calm down some.

“Good pet. I want you to remember who’s you are tonight.”

“Yours, always master.” Nathanial replied automatically. Of course that didn’t mean he didn’t mean it. He did. After his impromptu dominance battle with Winky, he had really thought about what he’d said, and found out a few things about his feelings. He did feel wanted here, with Harry. He felt like maybe, Harry needed him as much as Nathanial needed Harry. Maybe it really was his job to take care of his master. He was proud to say that it was a challenge he was willing to take. While stirring up cake mix, he had made a decision to be strong for Harry. Whether that meant taking every punishment he dished out, or never giving up on him; Nathanial would do it.

Nathanial sighed as the door bell rang. He was excited about seeing Damian, but he was also worried. He was afraid that his best friend would not approve of how deep his relationship with Harry was. Damian knew that he was submissive, but he’d only seen them together in Jean-Claude’s office, and everyone knew that what happened there was mostly for show. Now, in their home, Damian would see just how much of it was true. That Nathanial really was Harry’s pet, and hopefully he would also see that this was exactly what Nathanial wanted and needed. He’d never felt so strong, in control, or even sexy, as he did with Harry. Without Harry’s presence and attention, Nathanial’s nerves started to get the best of him. He frowned, maybe Harry had been distracting him on purpose. He smiled. His master took care of him in so many little ways. It made him sigh.

Harry got up and said to stay there. But after a time, Nathanial’s nerves changed. It shouldn’t have taken this long for Harry to come back with Damian. He wondered if he should go see what was wrong, and then chuckled. He was still sore from the last punishment. He wasn’t about to get another for disobeying. Besides, his master was strong; he could take care of anything. He hummed a song to try and take him mind off the worry.

Eventually, Nathanial heard footsteps, and lifted his head to scent the air. He smelled his master, and his best friend, and ASHER and JASON?? What were they doing here? He didn’t have time to think up horrible scenarios, because just after he identified their scents, they entered the room. He looked up at Harry silently begging for an explanation and saw his exasperated face. Nathanial decided that it must not be that bad then.

“As you know,” Harry started, sitting back in his spot and gesturing for the other’s to sit as well, “Damian asked Jason to help him figure out how to get here, and Jason some how let it slip to Narcissus.” Nathanial nodded. “Well, the warrior decided that he would bring Jason as payment or something.” He snorted, “older then dirt warrior tradition crap.” He mumbled under his breath and Nathanial giggled. “And Asher decided to accompany them when he found out when Jason asked off of work.”

Nathanial smiled at them, glad for the explanation. He hummed to try and cover up the moan, when Harry activated the vibrating torture devices again. “Would any of you like cupcakes or something to drink?” He smiled, but it turned down when he got a good look at his best friend.

“Damian, when was the last time you fed?”

Damian looked away, embarrassed. “I went to a club a few days ago. I am fine.”

Nathanial felt awful. He’d not even considered how hard it would be for his friend to reintegrate himself into the new age vampire hunting scheme. Being so old, it had been hard for Damian to learn how to hunt around all the laws in place when vampires went public. The Anita situation had been perfect for that. Physical interaction with Anita was enough to keep him fed. Now, with Anita dead, and with new laws, it would be harder then ever for his friend, and he’d not even considered it.

He whimpered and didn’t even notice when Harry turned everything completely off. He did notice when Harry spoke, however. “Nathanial, go get me and Jason a coke and a cupcake.” Not even questioning it, he stood up to do so. He could hear them talking, and some of the voices sounded slightly angry, but he was so wrapped up in his failure, that he didn’t acknowledge it.

Dazed, he got the things asked for and walked back to the den. He handed Jason his things and sunk to the ground at Harry’s feet once more. Harry reached down and grasped his chin gently, forcing Nathanial to look up at him. He was trying not to cry.

“Kitten, you are not responsible for this. Damian is an old vampire and has been hunting a very long time. It is his responsibility to feed himself. There are things in place, and other vampires for him to ask. Now, stop this pity party.”

Nathanial nodded and dried his eyes. He heard Jason draw a breath at the tone, and was grate full the wolf didn’t say anything. Harry was right. He smiled up at him.

”If you are done moping, I have offered you to Damian for tonight. Are you feeling up to it?” Nathanial recognized the question for what it was. Subtly trying to determine if the punishment he received earlier was still paining him enough that this wouldn’t be a good idea.

“Yes,” He paused and swallowed, and then, remembering his vow to be strong, raised his head high and looked Harry directly in the eye. “Yes, Master. I’m done.” Harry smiled at him and Nathanial knew on anyone else the smile would brighten the whole room. The joy in Harry’s eyes took his breath away.

Harry bowed his head momentarily, one of those things he did regularly for reason’s Nathanial still couldn’t figure out. Then, as if nothing had happened, he stood up and said “Go then, Asher and I will be in the other room.” He addressed Damian. “You will not take more then a pint, and will give him this potion when you are finished. I expect him to be conscious when I return.” He handed a red vile to Jason, and then after giving Nathanial a kiss that left him week in the knees, left with Asher.

Just as he was leaving, Nathanial saw him wink and felt the plug and ring awaken on high. His legs collapsed with a moan, right on Damian’s lap, and he heard Harry’s laugh echo down the hall.