Hole

The Ball was approaching quickly, and Draco seemed to spend every spare minute on preparation for it. He was sourcing performance artists from all over the world and, secure in the knowledge that the Ministry was paying, he spared no expense. Currently he was in Nagoya to view a Japanese rope bondage display that he had been assured was stunning. He hired them without a qualm - Lucius would love it. Afterwards he wandered through the Muggle area of the city, considering his other problem. Hole.



He found himself staring into the window of an antique dealer, fairly low-end by the looks of it. Perched on top of a rather nice tansu was a vase of peacock feathers and what appeared to be half a dozen wands. Draco blinked in surprise. Japanese tradition was somewhat different and European wands in Japan were an unexpected anomaly. Nevertheless that was exactly what they proved to be when Draco went inside and examined them.



The styling indicated that the wands probably dated from the seventeenth century - Ollivander or one of his apprentices - and the dealer said that they had been found in a secret compartment of a building which had recently been demolished. He was very curious about what they could be. Draco said that his mother had several in her own family and they were believed to be page holders for musicians. He illustrated this by opening a book and placing a wand down the centre. The ornate style of the period did in fact work for this purpose and Draco had found it quite convenient during his piano practice as a child, his great-aunt Sophronisma's wand being handily placed on the adjacent mantle.



He paid a quite reasonable price for the collection, knowing at the back of his mind that he was inching nearer and nearer to a decision he really didn't want to make.



Nevertheless in Las Vegas two days later he followed up hiring a truly superb - and perverse - animal act by donning a nondescript glamour and descending to the Muggle area to purchase several items of clothing and change quite a large amount of American currency for British pounds.



Each night at midnight, provided Lucius had not already requested his presence, Hole came to Draco's bed. Draco fucked him relentlessly, and more and more viciously as the days passed. One night Draco whipped Hole's back raw in a precise diamond pattern while Butter sucked the slave off. Afterwards, when Draco had released Hole from the whipping frame, Butter fucked the boy's untouched buttocks as he crouched on the floor where he had landed, while Draco placed himself on the floor at Hole's head to be sucked off.



Draco left Hole on the floor, commanded Butter to wait on the rug and went to bed for a couple of hours. At 4am he awoke and cast a minimal lumos. Hole's eyes watched him from the floor, but he didn't move. Butter was asleep, sitting crosslegged and bowed over until his head nearly touched his knees.



"Come here, Hole," Draco commanded. A startled move from the slumped figure of Butter showed that he was now awake, but Draco ignored him for the moment. Hole crawled slowly across the floor and, face clearly showing the pain, raised himself onto the bed. Draco sat up and perched at the foot as Hole arranged himself flat on his stomach, arms tucked in close and legs together.



"Spread," he said, irritated that Hole could not have anticipated this. The arms raised to point to the upper corners of the bed and, a scant second later, the legs followed, parting to point to the lower corners. Draco sat between the spread legs, contemplating the perfect diamond pattern on Hole's back and wishing that he dared to scarify the wounds into permanency. His father would be furious though, and Draco did not want to draw his father's attention right now. Absentmindedly he stroked the arse at his fingertips, kneading it, cupping and patting while his mind dwelled on other matters.



Without consciously willing it he found that his fingers had found the oil and were deep inside Hole, scissoring and stretching, massaging his prostate. A well of anger rose in him as he contemplated the body in his bed. "Why should I even bother with you?" he whispered bitterly. "You are nothing. Nothing!"



"Yes, Master Draco," the slave replied obediently.



Draco drove himself into the oiled arse but it wasn't enough. "Butter," he said,"Come over here and slide under Hole." With Butter in position, Draco dropped Hole onto the other boy's fat little cock and eased himself in beside him. Oh yes, the tight fit felt amazing, like fucking an unprepared virgin, only less abrasive.



Remembering Butter's regrettable hair-trigger he cast a cockring charm on the boy before starting to thrust. Hole let out a choked sort of noise, but he had not been given permission to scream, and by now he knew better than to do so without permission. Draco rocked slowly in and out, allowing the rhythm to become automatic. Butter was sweating fiercely and, wedged between them, Hole's breathing was becoming less controlled with every thrust.



In. Out. In. Out. Draco waited for Hole to break.



In. Out. In. Out. The pleasure was exquisite; the tight friction, with the added frisson of unpredictability as the other cock slipped and bumped beside his, was sending tongues of oiled fire up Draco's spine. Hole was beginning to whimper and Draco knew the time was right. He released Butter's cockring charm and as the boy let out a stifled screech and arched up, burying his cock as deeply as it could delve, Draco bent forward and licked a broad swathe along the deepest cut in Hole's shoulder. As he had expected, the additional pain from such an unexpected direction was too much. Hole screamed, his arse contracting in fierce sympathy, and Draco came like a fountain.



A week later in Old Wizarding St Petersburg Draco hired a gymnastics display and purchased a tattered pre-revolution edition of 'Domestick Spells and Charms'. With this purchase he finally admitted to himself that he was committed to a foolish and possibly futile course of action which would have him spit-roasted if his father ever found out and thrown into Azkaban if the Ministry was informed. Luckily, he was pretty sure that they wouldn't.