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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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31
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43,510
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301
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On Display
Chapter Number/Total: 13/31
Chapter Title: On Display
Words: 1688 Words
Voldemort and Lucius kept Harry chained at the foot of the bed. The pain and need returned not long after he came, and only increased until he writhed and begged for release over and over. Then they would rape him and make him do other things that made him sick. Only when he had done what they wanted was he allowed to come or to eat. Today he had been left alone for hours. There was no one to beg for release, so he lay whimpering. The door finally opened and Lucius walked into the room.
Harry looked up at him hopefully, already opening his mouth to beg for some kind of relief. "Please," he whispered.
"Slut," Lucius sneered. "You just can't get enough, can you?"
Harry could only whimper, honestly feeling like the slut he was called. "Please let me come."
"You haven't earned it," Lucius replied.
"Let me," Harry whispered, looking up at Lucius. "Please ... let me."
Lucius released the chain from the floor and walked back to the door. "Crawl after me," he told Harry.
Harry got up onto his hands and knees and crawled toward Lucius, nodding to show him that he understood. They made their way down the corridor, Harry naked and in chains, his engorged cock swaying with his movements. They kept it magically bound and he couldn't come until they let him.
He and Lucius passed other Death Eaters in the hall and there were lewd comments and laughter at the sight of the Boy Who Lived in such a depraved state. Harry managed to ignore everyone he saw as he followed Lucius, having learned not to say anything back to them a long time ago.
Lucius led him into a room where others were gathered. Voldemort sat on a throne-like chair at the other end. Harry looked around quickly, not remembering ever having been brought here before. Lucius led him to the centre of the room; he then waved his wand and the chain attached itself to a bolt in the floor there.
Harry fell onto his side once he had stopped moving, squeezing his eyes shut as the pain intensified. "Can I ... please, I need to," Harry began to gasp, opening his eyes and looking up at Voldemort. "Please!"
There was laughter in the room. Voldemort smiled. "If you can convince someone to give you what you want, Harry," he taunted, "then you can have it."
Harry swallowed and sat up, looking around nervously. He stopped on Lucius first, ashamed to say that he was used to the other man. "Please ... fuck me ..." he begged again, looking down as he spoke the last words.
Lucius laughed and shook his head. "No," he said and stepped next to Voldemort's throne to watch.
Harry bit his lip and looked up again, glancing around the group of Death Eaters quickly. "Fuck me, please," he pleaded, looking at one of the men. There was more laughter around the room but no one moved to touch him. Harry cringed at the laughter, yet he had no choice but to continue to look around, begging everyone as tears began to roll down his cheeks.
"My whore wants to play," Voldemort sneered. "He bores me now. Anyone can have him."
There was laughter and insults and one of the men stepped closer to Harry, unbuttoning his robes over his groin. "You want my prick, whore?"
Harry shuddered, nodding shamefully, unable to look up at the man.
The man pulled his robes aside, revealing an already half-hard cock. "Beg me for it, slut," he ordered.
Harry turned over onto his stomach and pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. "Fuck me," he whispered, pressing his cheek against the floor. He was trembling hard, the pain from the potion still making him crave contact badly. There was more laughter at that and the man knelt behind him, pressing into his hole and shoving hard.
Harry fell forward from the force of the thrust, his body tensing up. Like always, the rape made the pain in the rest of his body fade, but, of course, the assault itself was just as horrible. The man pulled back, bringing Harry back onto his knees and down hard on his cock. Another man knelt in front of Harry's head. He grabbed Harry's hair and yanked up, pressing the head of his own cock to Harry's mouth.
Harry hesitantly opened his mouth for the man, looking off to the side. His vision was once again blurry with his tears and he couldn't see anything but the circle of Death Eaters, continuing to laugh and call him names. The two men set up a rhythm, both fucking him. The one holding his hair was choking him, but the treatment wasn't much rougher than what Voldemort and Lucius had done. The most horrifying part was how public this was.
Finally, one and then the other man came. Harry closed his eyes and waited for them to pull away and move, the second man's come already beginning to leak out of the sides of his mouth. The two men got up, but then Harry felt two more moving in to replace them. Harry shook his head and crumpled to the floor, coughing hard a few times. As much as he didn't want any of it, his body craved it all.
"Back up on your knees, whore," one of the men sneered.
Harry shook his head again, but moved back into position. He was shaking and he kept falling back down, feeling too weak. Another man kicked him in the side then, rolling him onto his back as he did and throwing Harry's legs over his shoulders as he shoved into him. Harry groaned softly, his head falling to the side so he wouldn't have to look at the man assaulting him. But no matter where he looked, he was surrounded by Death Eaters, many of which had their cocks out and were stroking themselves as they watched.
Harry couldn't stand looking at the others for much longer and he ended up tilting his head back, staring up at the ceiling even as the man above him moved, thrusting into him hard. Harry lost count, trying not to think or feel as the group of men took turns using him. Some even stood over him and splattered him with their come. Finally, they laughed and left him curled on the floor, soiled and still aching.
Harry swallowed against his now sore throat and shifted the best he could, looking around for Voldemort. He wanted to sleep and never wake up, but he couldn't even do that, not with the painful erection he still had. "Can I come, please?" Harry asked him, his voice hoarse.
Voldemort nodded and Lucius cast the spell to relieve Harry, who came screaming in front of the group of Death Eaters.
Harry's life became day after day of such torments. Whenever he wasn't taken to Voldemort's chambers or given to one of his servants to play with privately, Harry was chained in the big room where anyone was encouraged to use him as they wanted. And he would beg for it, because the only relief he got from the curse was when they touched him.
***
Draco woke the next morning in nearly the same position as after the nap. He loved the feel of Harry's hair against his face, and even though he should probably move, he allowed himself just to lie there with his arm around the other man. It was comfortable and arousing and the best he had felt in a long time. He chided himself. This was not supposed to be about him.
When Harry woke up, he tensed for a brief moment, his heart racing. But then he noticed one thing in particular. His hand was in someone else's ... Draco's. He let out the breath he hadn't known he was holding and slowly turned around in Draco's arms.
Draco felt Harry tense and started to move. "Harry?" he said softly.
"Draco," Harry whispered in reply, snuggling closer, pressing his face to Draco's chest.
Draco shivered, but tried to relax, letting the man find comfort in his arms. "How are you today?" he asked.
"Warm," Harry answered honestly.
Draco found himself rubbing Harry's back again. "So how do you feel about all that happened yesterday?" he asked.
"I don't know," Harry mumbled, shrugging slightly. He only felt sad about the meeting, not what he thought he'd feel when seeing his friends again.
"When you feel stronger, we could go to one of their home games," Draco suggested.
Harry looked up at Draco. "You'd want to go with me?"
Draco smirked. "Well, I do like Quidditch," he teased. "That is, if you can handle being seen with me in public again."
It wasn't a problem for Harry to be seen with Draco, it was more being seen at all that he didn't like. "They'll all want to thank me there, too," Harry said, sighing.
"We could use a Disguise Charm," Draco offered.
"Could we?" And then Harry went completely still, his eyes closing. Where was his wand? Why hadn't he thought of magic in such a long time? Could he still do magic? The questions swirled through Harry's mind, making him feel almost nauseated with worry.
Draco watched the play of emotions. "You are safe. Talk to me," he whispered, patting his back to comfort him.
"Magic?" Harry murmured, swallowing hard.
"Yes, we can use magic," Draco answered, not knowing what the problem was.
"I ... can I?" Harry asked fearfully, looking up at Draco.
"I assume so," Draco said. "As far as anyone knows, your magic wasn't damaged. Do you want to try my wand?"
Harry bit his lip, but nodded, looking nervous. "What if it doesn't ...?"
"If it doesn't work now, it will eventually," Draco assured him. "You are still a wizard, Harry. Magic is part of who you are."
Harry was still worried and he looked it. "I'll try later," he said, wanting to hold it off.
"Sure," Draco agreed. "We rest today. Let's go get breakfast."
Chapter Title: On Display
Words: 1688 Words
Voldemort and Lucius kept Harry chained at the foot of the bed. The pain and need returned not long after he came, and only increased until he writhed and begged for release over and over. Then they would rape him and make him do other things that made him sick. Only when he had done what they wanted was he allowed to come or to eat. Today he had been left alone for hours. There was no one to beg for release, so he lay whimpering. The door finally opened and Lucius walked into the room.
Harry looked up at him hopefully, already opening his mouth to beg for some kind of relief. "Please," he whispered.
"Slut," Lucius sneered. "You just can't get enough, can you?"
Harry could only whimper, honestly feeling like the slut he was called. "Please let me come."
"You haven't earned it," Lucius replied.
"Let me," Harry whispered, looking up at Lucius. "Please ... let me."
Lucius released the chain from the floor and walked back to the door. "Crawl after me," he told Harry.
Harry got up onto his hands and knees and crawled toward Lucius, nodding to show him that he understood. They made their way down the corridor, Harry naked and in chains, his engorged cock swaying with his movements. They kept it magically bound and he couldn't come until they let him.
He and Lucius passed other Death Eaters in the hall and there were lewd comments and laughter at the sight of the Boy Who Lived in such a depraved state. Harry managed to ignore everyone he saw as he followed Lucius, having learned not to say anything back to them a long time ago.
Lucius led him into a room where others were gathered. Voldemort sat on a throne-like chair at the other end. Harry looked around quickly, not remembering ever having been brought here before. Lucius led him to the centre of the room; he then waved his wand and the chain attached itself to a bolt in the floor there.
Harry fell onto his side once he had stopped moving, squeezing his eyes shut as the pain intensified. "Can I ... please, I need to," Harry began to gasp, opening his eyes and looking up at Voldemort. "Please!"
There was laughter in the room. Voldemort smiled. "If you can convince someone to give you what you want, Harry," he taunted, "then you can have it."
Harry swallowed and sat up, looking around nervously. He stopped on Lucius first, ashamed to say that he was used to the other man. "Please ... fuck me ..." he begged again, looking down as he spoke the last words.
Lucius laughed and shook his head. "No," he said and stepped next to Voldemort's throne to watch.
Harry bit his lip and looked up again, glancing around the group of Death Eaters quickly. "Fuck me, please," he pleaded, looking at one of the men. There was more laughter around the room but no one moved to touch him. Harry cringed at the laughter, yet he had no choice but to continue to look around, begging everyone as tears began to roll down his cheeks.
"My whore wants to play," Voldemort sneered. "He bores me now. Anyone can have him."
There was laughter and insults and one of the men stepped closer to Harry, unbuttoning his robes over his groin. "You want my prick, whore?"
Harry shuddered, nodding shamefully, unable to look up at the man.
The man pulled his robes aside, revealing an already half-hard cock. "Beg me for it, slut," he ordered.
Harry turned over onto his stomach and pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. "Fuck me," he whispered, pressing his cheek against the floor. He was trembling hard, the pain from the potion still making him crave contact badly. There was more laughter at that and the man knelt behind him, pressing into his hole and shoving hard.
Harry fell forward from the force of the thrust, his body tensing up. Like always, the rape made the pain in the rest of his body fade, but, of course, the assault itself was just as horrible. The man pulled back, bringing Harry back onto his knees and down hard on his cock. Another man knelt in front of Harry's head. He grabbed Harry's hair and yanked up, pressing the head of his own cock to Harry's mouth.
Harry hesitantly opened his mouth for the man, looking off to the side. His vision was once again blurry with his tears and he couldn't see anything but the circle of Death Eaters, continuing to laugh and call him names. The two men set up a rhythm, both fucking him. The one holding his hair was choking him, but the treatment wasn't much rougher than what Voldemort and Lucius had done. The most horrifying part was how public this was.
Finally, one and then the other man came. Harry closed his eyes and waited for them to pull away and move, the second man's come already beginning to leak out of the sides of his mouth. The two men got up, but then Harry felt two more moving in to replace them. Harry shook his head and crumpled to the floor, coughing hard a few times. As much as he didn't want any of it, his body craved it all.
"Back up on your knees, whore," one of the men sneered.
Harry shook his head again, but moved back into position. He was shaking and he kept falling back down, feeling too weak. Another man kicked him in the side then, rolling him onto his back as he did and throwing Harry's legs over his shoulders as he shoved into him. Harry groaned softly, his head falling to the side so he wouldn't have to look at the man assaulting him. But no matter where he looked, he was surrounded by Death Eaters, many of which had their cocks out and were stroking themselves as they watched.
Harry couldn't stand looking at the others for much longer and he ended up tilting his head back, staring up at the ceiling even as the man above him moved, thrusting into him hard. Harry lost count, trying not to think or feel as the group of men took turns using him. Some even stood over him and splattered him with their come. Finally, they laughed and left him curled on the floor, soiled and still aching.
Harry swallowed against his now sore throat and shifted the best he could, looking around for Voldemort. He wanted to sleep and never wake up, but he couldn't even do that, not with the painful erection he still had. "Can I come, please?" Harry asked him, his voice hoarse.
Voldemort nodded and Lucius cast the spell to relieve Harry, who came screaming in front of the group of Death Eaters.
Harry's life became day after day of such torments. Whenever he wasn't taken to Voldemort's chambers or given to one of his servants to play with privately, Harry was chained in the big room where anyone was encouraged to use him as they wanted. And he would beg for it, because the only relief he got from the curse was when they touched him.
***
Draco woke the next morning in nearly the same position as after the nap. He loved the feel of Harry's hair against his face, and even though he should probably move, he allowed himself just to lie there with his arm around the other man. It was comfortable and arousing and the best he had felt in a long time. He chided himself. This was not supposed to be about him.
When Harry woke up, he tensed for a brief moment, his heart racing. But then he noticed one thing in particular. His hand was in someone else's ... Draco's. He let out the breath he hadn't known he was holding and slowly turned around in Draco's arms.
Draco felt Harry tense and started to move. "Harry?" he said softly.
"Draco," Harry whispered in reply, snuggling closer, pressing his face to Draco's chest.
Draco shivered, but tried to relax, letting the man find comfort in his arms. "How are you today?" he asked.
"Warm," Harry answered honestly.
Draco found himself rubbing Harry's back again. "So how do you feel about all that happened yesterday?" he asked.
"I don't know," Harry mumbled, shrugging slightly. He only felt sad about the meeting, not what he thought he'd feel when seeing his friends again.
"When you feel stronger, we could go to one of their home games," Draco suggested.
Harry looked up at Draco. "You'd want to go with me?"
Draco smirked. "Well, I do like Quidditch," he teased. "That is, if you can handle being seen with me in public again."
It wasn't a problem for Harry to be seen with Draco, it was more being seen at all that he didn't like. "They'll all want to thank me there, too," Harry said, sighing.
"We could use a Disguise Charm," Draco offered.
"Could we?" And then Harry went completely still, his eyes closing. Where was his wand? Why hadn't he thought of magic in such a long time? Could he still do magic? The questions swirled through Harry's mind, making him feel almost nauseated with worry.
Draco watched the play of emotions. "You are safe. Talk to me," he whispered, patting his back to comfort him.
"Magic?" Harry murmured, swallowing hard.
"Yes, we can use magic," Draco answered, not knowing what the problem was.
"I ... can I?" Harry asked fearfully, looking up at Draco.
"I assume so," Draco said. "As far as anyone knows, your magic wasn't damaged. Do you want to try my wand?"
Harry bit his lip, but nodded, looking nervous. "What if it doesn't ...?"
"If it doesn't work now, it will eventually," Draco assured him. "You are still a wizard, Harry. Magic is part of who you are."
Harry was still worried and he looked it. "I'll try later," he said, wanting to hold it off.
"Sure," Draco agreed. "We rest today. Let's go get breakfast."