The Kinkiness of Harry

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Chapter Thirteen


Lucius guided a satisfied Harry Potter off the table and led him into the other room where a large bed was waiting for him.

“Lie here and don’t move,” he ordered the young wizard.

Harry nodded and crawled up on the bed. He looked up at the blond and his eyes followed him as he disappeared behind the bathroom door. He rested his head and his body melted into the duvet. His mind began to drift, thinking of all the things he could do to the normally reserved man. Harry smiled.

Lucius soon appeared wearing a white flannel robe and noticed the boy wasn’t where he was told to stay. He frowned as he searched the area for his disobedient Gryffindor. Oh yes. Harry was in trouble. As he took a few steps nearer to the center of the room, his assumption was confirmed.

Possessive arms snaked around him and hands parted the soft material, firmly grabbing his limp cock.

“Gods, I want to make love to you,” Harry whispered, pressing up against him.

Lucius spun around, grabbed Harry’s wrists and forced his arm behind his back, pulling him in close. Harry closed his eyes and hissed at the pain.

“What did you just say to me?” he seethed, tightening his grip.

Harry’s mouth fell open and his green eyes widened in fear.

“Do not make me repeat myself, boy,” Lucius snarled.

“I-I…”

The blond fisted his hair and pushed the boy roughly down to his knees, releasing his death grip on Harry’s arm. He yanked his head back and Harry whimpered at the brutal assault. Lucius’ fingers dug into his jaw and jerked his face up, silently demanding him to meet his scornful expression.

“I’m…I’m...” Harry stopped himself before apologising to him. No forgiveness would be accepted. “I shouldn’t have...”

“But you did,” Lucius said flatly. He arched an eyebrow and studied the young wizard’s panicked stricken face. “It seems I’ve been too lenient with you,” he said out loud, more to himself than to Harry.

Harry swallowed hard through his constricted throat. Freeing the boy’s head with a grunt, Harry toppled slightly forward before catching himself and dropped his eyes in submission.

“I’m afraid that’s not good enough, Potter,” the blond said coldly, referring to Harry’s lowered head. “It’s time you learned …” but he didn’t finish.

There was an uncomfortable silence and Harry refrained himself to look up and find out why. Lucius held out his hand in front of the boy’s face and Harry took it, frowning as he was pulled up to his feet. The blond aristocrat’s features had softened and he was smiling, almost sadly. He leaned in and grazed Harry’s lips with his own before pressing forward as his hand pulled Harry in closer. The kiss was strange to Harry. It wasn’t lustful, needy, loving or even passionate. It was just…strange.

Lucius stepped back and swiped his thumb over Harry’s lower lip. He gave him another sad smile before taking the young wizards hand, interlocking their fingers. Lucius guided him into the hall and down the stairs. Now Harry was really curious as to what was going on. They stopped in the main hall and the tall blond stood in front of him, rubbing his hands up and down Harry’s arms. The Gryffindor opened his mouth but a soft kiss to his forehead silenced him. Lucius handed him a bathrobe.

“Good bye, Harry,” Lucius whispered as he gently led him into the fireplace. “I’ll return your clothes tomorrow.”

Harry found his voice. “What?” he asked in shock. “What did I do?”

Lucius shook his head resolutely. “Go back to your club, Harry. Find a young wizard for yourself.”

The older wizard gathered some floo powder in the palm of his hand and slightly raised his arm to toss it in. Without even thinking about it, Harry hit the man’s wrist causing the powder to cloud a bit in the air until it fluttered to the ground.

“No! Tell me what I did wrong!”

Lucius closed his eyes, barely shook his head and sighed. Lifting his lids, he stared at the boy’s confused and hurt expression. “Why did you accept my offer, Harry?”

“I-I…”

“It was a fun game for awhile, wasn’t it, Mr Potter?” Harry winced at the use of his last name. “Now it’s time to go back to the real world.”

“No!” Harry cried.

Lucius sighed again. “Look at you, Harry. You're defiant. You're a leader. You like to be in charge. This isn’t for you. No matter what you say, no matter what I do, it will always be this way.”

“I’m sorry,” Harry pleaded. “I won't…”

“Yes, you will,” the blond said flatly.

Harry wanted to scream. To yell. To cry out just how wrong Lucius was about him. But the second that thought crossed his mind, he realised the man was right. He was angry and he was demanding to have his way. And he was being defiant. But was Harry a leader? Or in charge? Or was this from years of having to behave this way?

Instantly Harry fell to his knees, sat back on his haunches and lowered his head.

“Will you train me?”

There was no pause. “You’re too defiant.”

Harry swallowed hard. “Please, will you train me?”

Again, no hesitation. “You don’t want this.”

Harry bit his lower lip. He knew what Lucius was doing. He was trying to get Harry angry to prove his point.

“Sir,” the young man whispered. “I know it won't be easy.” He squeezed his closed eyes tightly. “Please train me.”

Silence.

This made Harry more determined than ever. He did want this. He just needed to be taught how.

He tried another feeble attempt. “Please.”

A pause. “Sir.”

A rush of relief fell over Harry. “Please, sir.”

He felt Lucius pacing and Harry’s heartbeat quickened. His skin flushed with goose bumps from anticipation.

“You will not call me Lucius.” Harry nodded. “You will not call me Master.” Another nod. “You will call me Sir.” Yet another nod. “You will call me SIR,” Lucius stressed. A nod. “And you will answer me when I ask you a question!”

Harry didn’t have to be told twice. Again, that is. “Yes, sir,” he quickly replied.

“I will not be lenient. I will not be forgiving. I will be harder on you than you could ever imagine. There won't be any second chances. There won't be any arguments or discussions. You will do what I say when I say it. You will not speak unless I say so.” He paused. “This is it. No turning back.” He paused again. “Now, do you understand? Do you agree to my terms?”

“Yes, sir,” came Harry’s immediate response.

He felt two strong hands surround his throat, constricting it and two thumbs pressed into the skin under his jaw, forcing his head up.

“One last chance, Mr Potter. I will not ask you ever again. Do you agree?”

Harry roughly gasped. “Yes, sir.” He tried to swallow, but couldn’t. “I understand and I agree, sir.”

Lucius raised an eyebrow and eyed him suspiciously. Apparently, he received the look of submission he wanted because he smirked and let Harry go. He leaned down to the boy’s fallen head. “I will not tolerate disobedience,” he hissed.

“Yes, sir,” Harry whispered with a small smile.


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“Stay,” Lucius Malfoy ordered. Harry didn’t move a muscle.

He disappeared into a nearby room, retrieved what he was looking for, and stood in front of a kneeling Harry Potter. A leather collar was secured around Harry’s neck and a chain latched onto a hook that was on the front of it. Lucius stepped back and yanked on the chain.

“Get up.”

Harry scrambled to his feet, making sure his head was still lowered. There was a tug on the collar.

“Follow me.”

The blond turned and proceeded upstairs, half-dragging the young wizard behind him. Harry stumbled a few times before catching his bearings and was finally able to keep up. They entered a room in the Westside of the Manor and then Lucius stopped in the centre of it.

“Don’t move,” he ordered, dropping the chain. Harry obeyed.

The blond went into an adjacent room and came out shortly thereafter wearing black pointed shoes, a dark blue long-sleeved shirt, and a pair of trousers with sharp spikes adorning his crotch, arse and a line down the front of both legs. Not that Harry could see this though.

“Look at me.”

The Gryffindor raised his eyes slowly, followed by his head. He blinked a couple of times taking in Lucius’ outfit. The aristocrat smirked at the boy’s stunned face and then raised his wand, enjoying the expression turning to panic. With a simple wave of his wand, the chain was lifted and attached itself to the ceiling, stretching Harry’s body upwards.

“Today you will learn humility.”

He narrowed his eyes at Harry.

“Yes, sir,” he replied.

Lucius nodded in approval. He walked over to the north wall and removed a short handled whip from a hook. It had a dozen strips of leather, bound at the top by a large one. Harry had seen pictures of this kind of strap but never in person. The strips looked to be made out of soft leather. Harry thought that it wouldn’t hurt too much.

“You will watch.”

Harry’s silence provoked a quick lash over his pierced nipples. He gasped. It didn’t hurt but it sure did sting. Another lash for his hesitation.

“Y-yes, sir!”

His head was yanked backwards.

“Who are you?” Lucius asked calmly.

Harry opened and closed his mouth. He didn’t know what the correct answer was. His head was yanked again.

“I said who are you?” he hissed.

“I’m… Harry Potter, sir.”

“Wrong!”

Two more strikes hit his body, dangerously close to his genitals. Harry sucked in large gulps of air.

“I’m…I’m…”

Another lash to his stomach.

“You are mine. Say it.”

“I am yours.” He quickly added, “Sir.”

But it was too late. Another strike. Harry’s arms instinctively flew to his front, trying to shield himself. With another wave of Lucius’ wand, the young man’s arms spread apart and they too were bound to the ceiling.

“You are mine to do whatever I please.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Say it.”

“I am yours to do whatever you please, sir.”

Lucius walked behind Harry. He tossed the end of the whip over the boy’s shoulder and let it hang there against his chest. He slid it side to side, letting it lightly graze Harry’s nipple rings. The young wizard arched his spine backwards with a moan. Lucius turned his head and nuzzled his lips along Harry’s neck.

“And I think you will enjoy it,” he purred into the boy’s ear.

“Yessss.”

The whip was dropped to the ground and fingers dug into Harry’s hip painfully. Lucius thrust his groin forward and the spikes on his trousers pierced Harry’s bare arse. He cried out and tried to break free, but that only made Lucius dig them in deeper. No blood was drawn, but to Harry that didn’t matter because it hurt like hell.

“Yes, what?” the blond barked.

“Yes, sir! Yes, sir!”

Lucius pulled back and rubbed the dimpled cheeks with his hands. “Better.”

Harry slumped over and panted heavily. A single finger lifted his chin, tilting his head backwards.

“I told you I wouldn’t be forgiving.”

Harry barely nodded. “Yes, sir,” he whispered.

The young wizard suddenly froze when a leather glove ran up his spine. That leather glove. Harry sighed. But it didn’t stop at his neck. It continued up, pushing Harry’s head down. And down. Until his chin was curled to his chest.

“Kneel.”

Harry’s eyes widened. How was he supposed to do that?

The glove fisted his hair and pushed.

“Kneel!”

“Yes, sir,” came a shaky reply.

Harry wondered what sort of pain he would feel by hanging by the chains, but to his amazement, the chains lowered with him. He cursed himself for not trusting Lucius. He knelt down to his knees, guided by the grip still entwined in his hair. Harry stopped but the glove didn’t. His head was forced to the ground till his forehead rested on the cold, wooden floor with Harry’s arms lying by the sides of his face.

“Much better,” the blond whispered as he stroked Harry’s scalp.

The Gryffindor moaned at the appraisal, but then groaned at the removal of the hand. He heard Lucius softly chuckle behind him. He could feel the man standing upright and moving next to him. He gasped as a small chain of only a couple of links was attached to Harry’s nipple rings and secured to the floor.

“That should do nicely.”

Lucius moved back around and lightly tapped the inside of Harry’s legs with his foot.

“Wider.”

The young wizard spread his legs as far as he could. He choked when he felt the top of the blond’s shoe nudging upwards against his hanging balls.

“Raise your arse higher.”

“Yes, sir.”

It wasn’t as difficult as Harry thought it would be. His chest was still touching the floor and his lower back curved so his arse was in the air. Just as Harry thought it was getting easier, the flat Lucius’ shoe landed with a small thud at the beginning of his cleft. The boy tightened his eyes and his hands interlocked over his head. His breathing turned erratic. He swore he could feel the blond smile. The shoe slid down slowly until the pointed tip paused at Harry’s entrance. The boy held his breath and bit his lower lip.

The tip circled once around the opening before nudging inside. Harry’s back arched causing the nipple chain to bite. Lucius pumped his shoe in and out, inching in on every movement. The older wizard was smiling and it turned into a full grin as a thin film of perspiration appeared on the boy’s back. Harry was panting fast and shallow now and he rocked backwards to obtain more depth. But Lucius had other ideas.

He slowly removed the tip and Harry tried to follow, but the restraints prevented him. However, the top of Lucius’ shoe returned, only to slide underneath the spread legs and lift the hanging balls. Harry whimpered in protest. The shoe moved forward till it grazed the Gryffindor’s hardened cock. Before Harry could stop himself, he murmured, “Oh…” The shoe stilled.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’m so sorry, sir,” Harry cried softly, wrapping his arms around the top of his head and his body tensed up.

The shoe left Harry’s body and soft footsteps were fading into the distance. Again, Harry cursed himself. He flinched when the sound of a chair was being scraped along the ground, stopping a foot in front of him. Lucius sat down.

“Rise.”

In a heartbeat, Harry sat up, forgetting all about the nipple chain. It expanded only to the point where Harry was down on all fours. He didn’t dare look up.

“Clean it,” Lucius said flatly as he brought the tip of his shoe to Harry’s mouth.

Harry sighed in relief and immediately began sucking and licking as if the shoe was on fire and he was putting it out with his mouth. The blond leaned back in the chair and watched greedily. After a good five minutes, Lucius tapped his foot in midair.

“Enough.”

Harry knelt back down on his heels and waited for further instructions. It would be later when Harry would recall that the nipple chains moved with him on every order. Lucius settled both feet on the floor.

“Come here.”

Harry crawled the short distance and straddled the man’s stretched out legs, but Lucius pushed him back just enough to free one of them. He took hold of Harry’s arm and raised him to his knees. The leather gloved rubbed his back before pulling Harry to him, flushing his body against his leg.

“Hump my leg, boy.”

With a reddened face, Harry tightened his thighs around him and grabbed the back of the man’s shin. He waited to see if this was correct.

“Well go on,” Lucius said irritably.

The young wizard slowly pumped his arse and his erection slid up and down the blond’s trousers. Thankfully, the spikes were gone and were replaced with a cold gel. His cock moved smoothly between their bodies and it wasn’t long before Harry sped up his thrusts, driving himself harder into the man’s leg.

“I want to hear you, Harry. Speak.”

The response was immediate.

“Oh, gods! Oh, yes!” he cried softly.

Lucius pried one of Harry’s hands free and enclosed it around his newly free hard-on. Harry gasped and continued thrusting haphazardly on the blond’s leg. He tightened his grip around the older wizard’s cock and matched the two rhythms. He heard Lucius moan and Harry lost it. He began slamming himself against him, pushing and pulling faster and faster on the man’s prick.

“I can't hear you,” the blond gasped.

“Oh, gods…please! Please don’t… don’t …”

“What, Harry?” Lucius wheezed.

Harry screamed as his orgasm hit him. “Don’t leave me!” he cried.

It barely registered to Harry that Lucius spilled his seed all over his hand. He collapsed against the man’s leg and his head rested next to the blond’s thigh. Harry swallowed several times while catching his breath. He felt a strong shudder from Lucius and smiled when it finally dawned on him that he had come too.

Lucius hummed in the back of his throat and stroked Harry’s sweaty flesh. “I won't.”

Harry closed his eyes and sighed.

“However,” Lucius began and Harry snapped open his eyes. “You’ve made quite a mess.”

The young wizard sighed again. “Yes, sir.”


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