The Kinkiness of Harry

AN: Sorry about re-posting this chapter, but I added more scenes! I hope you enjoy it!


Chapter Sixteen


Lucius had been staring at the glowing flames in the massive fireplace at Malfoy Manor for an hour and a quarter. The brandy he held was swirling gently in his glass goblet as he made small circular motions with his forearm; elbow perched on the armrest of his velvet throne chair. It was only when the grandfather clock struck three times that he was aware of his surroundings. Lucius blinked and looked in the direction of the clock even it was hidden behind the wall in the foyer. He turned his attention back to his brandy, and inhaled deeply before taking a small sip.

For a week now something had been bothering Lucius, but he couldn’t quite place what it was.

After Harry had left this morning for work, Lucius had felt the need to get out of the flat they had been sharing for over a month. He had flooed home, and had been sitting in front of the fireplace ever since. He had tried reading the current edition of the Daily Prophet, and had even tried reading his favourite book, but neither had distracted himself from his inner turmoil. So, he had decided to just sit in his favourite chair, drinking his favourite brandy and think.

Something had changed in Harry and Lucius’ relationship.

It had begun with small insignificant things at the time, but they had soon seemed to escalate with each passing day. More specifically, it was Harry’s behaviour. He was beginning to remind Lucius of the foul moods his beloved Narcissa had gone through once a month. Granted, that always led up to a hormonally charged wife - but the week before? Pure hell.

And now that Lucius had thought more about it, the more convinced he had become that Harry’s and Narcissa’s attitude were strikingly similar. Harry was becoming easily agitated - spouting off at any given moment. Not to mention the looks Harry had given him on several occasions that would have easily sent him into an immediate ‘killing mode’ if it had been done whilst he was still a Death Eater. But it was also the way Harry spoke to Lucius, and the sheer lack of respect that had shown in his voice. Unacceptable.

Harry’s behaviour also had reminded him of Draco when he was a child. When Draco was unable to get his favourite toy or have things go his way, he had actually had the audacity to talk back to Lucius. It was after a few lessons in obedience, however, that Draco had learned never to do that again.

Lucius nodded as he took another sip of brandy. Yes, Harry was definitely acting like a spoilt child.

But why?

It wasn’t as if Harry had the same type upbringing as Draco. Harry, for the most part, had been denied a lot of things whilst he was growing up, so he had appreciated everything he had obtained over the recent years. As far as Lucius knew, Harry finally had everything he could have ever hope for. He was financially secure, had a rewarding job, good friends that were always there for him, and an attentive lover. So what was it that he was missing? What was his life lacking?

Lucius furrowed his brows and gazed back into the fire, going over even the minute possibilities. Nothing seemed plausible, so Lucius changed his thought towards when. When had this begun? Instantly, a realisation occurred to Lucius.

It was after Harry had claimed him.

Lucius knew that it had been a great turning point in their relationship, so why would Harry have unconsciously rebelled against it?

Then it dawned on Lucius.

In the beginning, when they first had met, there had been rules. There had been an understanding of what they both had needed, and what they both had wanted. It was structured. It was consistent. And now… there was none. Now Lucius allowed Harry to control several of their sexual encounters. Not all the time, of course, but only when Harry had wanted it. Needed it. Or so Lucius had thought. Now he’s not so sure.

Lucius mental nodded at his own realisation. He’s convinced that Harry doesn’t want it this way, and he definitely doesn’t need it. He had told Lucius this in the beginning: Harry had wanted to be dominated, and he had wanted to be free of all responsibilities.

Lucius laid his head back and sighed. How could he have been so blind?

Harry needs structure, so it’s no wonder why he has sudden outbursts. He’s confused. He’s caught in between the pressures of what’s considered ‘normal’, and the reality that he isn’t. Harry’s not - and probably never has been - a dominant. He is a submissive through and through.

Lucius inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, relieved. He knew that the first thing he had to do was to re-define and re-establish their roles. Of course, the wisest and most mature way of handling this situation would be to sit down with Harry and discuss it. But, unfortunately, it had already gone past that point of reason. Harry would try to fight for dominance. It wouldn’t matter to Harry if he inwardly knew that Lucius was correct. He would still try to fight. No, Lucius would have to show Harry in order for him to truly believe it.

But where to start?

Lucius narrowed his eyes in anger when he thought about Harry's latest bout of uncontrolled temper. Respect. The boy needed to be reminded of his place in their relationship, and taught the meaning of respect. The second thing would be for Harry to stop acting like a spoilt child. And, like in the case of his temper tantrum son, Harry needed to be taught humility.

Lucius raised the goblet to his lips and grinned.

Tonight would be the perfect time to start.


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The sounds of flames coming from the other room alerted Lucius of Harry's presence. He casually stirred his hot tea, and waited for the boy to hazardously toss his cloak aside, and storm into the kitchen angry.

He didn’t have to wait long.

Harry immediately marched in and blurted out, “I can't believe that idiot! I told him four times to bring me that report! He knew I needed it today!”

Lucius made no movement, nor did he acknowledge Harry. Until Harry turned his anger towards him.

“I thought you were going to talk to him.”

Lucius clenched his jaw, and slowly turned around to face his young lover. He raised an eyebrow.

“Be careful, Mr Potter.”

Harry stopped in his tracks and stared at him. “Sorry?”

“Be careful,” Lucius repeated.

Harry pursed his lips tightly and his eyes narrowed. “And just what am I supposed to be careful of?” he snapped.

In a blink of an eye, Harry flew backwards into a chair. He yelped loudly.

“Wha-? What are you doing?” Harry half-screamed. “Let me up!”

Lucius sat his teacup down, and slowly approached him.

“Not until you apologise,” Lucius replied levelly.

“Apologise for what? You should apologise to m--”

Harry's words were instantly cut off. His mouth was still able to move, however, and it was quite obvious that he was trying to scream in protest.

Lucius stood in front of Harry, bent over, and gripped the armrests. They were nose to nose.

“Now you listen to me, Mr Potter,” he began dangerously. “You will never speak to me again in that disrespectful manner.” He paused to emphasise, “Am I making myself perfectly clear?”

Harry bared his teeth and started to mouth the words, “Fuck you,” but a strong grip on his throat halted him. Instead, Harry’s eyes opened wide, and frantically tried to breathe.

Lucius tightened his fingers. “Am. I. Clear?” he repeated, enunciating each word.

Harry continued to work his lips, but another squeeze on his windpipe caused him to nod vigorously.

Lucius sneered, satisfied. “Excellent,” he drawled, and released his grip.

Harry leaned forward and instantly grabbed his bruised throat. He looked up in disbelief at Lucius, who was merely smirking at him. Immediately, Harry reached out to attack the blond, but his arms froze in mid-air, then snapped to the armrests. His head fell sideways from a sharp backhanded movement. A little blood dribbled down his chin.

Lucius glared at him and snarled, “If you ever try to do that again...” he started, but instead allowed his words linger, knowing Harry's imagination would be more powerful than any threat Lucius would have said. And it worked judging by Harry’s horror-stricken look.

Keeping as much dignity and control as possible - and to resist the temptation to blast the intolerable child - Lucius began to pace back and forth in the small kitchenette. He finally stopped, closed his eyes, and took a deep cleansing breath. He leaned back against the edge of the worktable, and casually folded his arms.

His cold eyes met Harry's. “Now,” he began, trying to listen to his voice to make sure it was level and hard enough. “Before I begin your punishment, Harry, there is something I need to know.”

Harry cringed when he heard the word ‘punishment’, and Lucius inwardly smirked.

“Do you wish to continue our relationship?” the blond asked firmly.

Harry didn’t hesitate – he nodded vigorously.

“Very well,” Lucius replied as indifferent as he could. “Next question. Are you happy with our relationship?”

Harry took longer to answer. He stared at the ground for a moment, frowning. Lucius began to wonder if it was because the boy had noticed the same change in their relationship, but was too ashamed to admit it. Finally, Harry glanced up and barely nodded.

Lucius clenched his jaw. Either the boy was lying or he truly was happy with sharing the roles. Impossible, Lucius thought. Harry clearly wasn’t, and that angered the blond even more because he wasn’t being completely honest with Lucius.

“I am not,” Lucius stated simply.

Harry gasped in shock. Obviously he wasn’t expecting that confession. His lips moved to ask, “Why?”

“You mean aside from the fact that you had attempted to attack me?” Lucius accused angrily.

Harry looked as if he was ready to cry. He mouthed, ”I am so sorry, Lucius.”

“As you should be. Another outburst like that and I will leave.”

Harry shook his head in panic. “Please don’t,” Harry seemed to say.

Lucius’ face relaxed slightly and sighed resolutely. “I won't.” He paused. “For the time being.”

Harry’s entire body slumped in relief.

“The reason I am unsatisfied with our relationship, Harry, is because it seems we have lost our way,” he explained. His young lover tilted his head, confused. “We have forgot who we are,” Lucius clarified.

Harry frowned and opened his mouth to argue, but a hand held up by Lucius stopped him. He looked at Harry unwaveringly so there would be no mistake of his sincerity.

“I am the dominant and you are the submissive,” he stated matter-of-fact. He allowed a moment’s pause to let the words sink in, and to see if there would be any type of response. But Harry remained silent and moving. Lucius prompted, “Isn't that what we had originally established? Isn’t that what you had wanted at the beginning?”

Harry bit his lower lip and his face flushed. Lucius wasn’t sure if it was because Harry realised that Lucius was correct, and he was ashamed, or if he was embarrassed to admit that he liked this new way of living. After a moment, Harry barely nodded.

“Has that since changed? Do you now want to share the role of dominance, and lead in bed?” Silence. Lucius growled in his throat, disappointed by the lack of response. “I’ll be honest with you, Harry, I no longer enjoy this, and … I do not believe you do either.”

Harry’s face reddened more, and looked down to hide it. By now Lucius was getting furious. He wanted to know the answer now!

“Do you, Harry?” he asked impatiently. “Do you truly enjoy it this way?”

Harry pinched his brows together and looked away, again apparently contemplating. Lucius was ready to grab the boy, and shake the answer out of him. Finally meeting Lucius’ piercing eyes, Harry took a deep breath. He shook his head.

Even though Lucius was inwardly relieved, he was still angry from the silent torture the boy had just put him through.

“You will no longer take me,” Lucius decreed, then clarified so there would be no mistake. “You will never take the lead, and you will never be the top.” Harry flinched at Lucius’ cold words, but didn’t open his mouth to argue. Lucius walked over to stand before him. “And you will never, ever speak to me like you have been doing these last few weeks,” he hissed in low and dangerous voice.

His young lover looked up at him in embarrassment. His eyes told Lucius that he understood, and it was confirmed by a small nod of his head.

“So, are we in agreement? Or …does it end here?” Lucius challenged

Harry shook his head frantically.

“No what?” Lucius demanded. He needed to hear it.

At first Harry said nothing, but after clearing his throat, Harry realised that he had his voice back.

Immediately, Harry shouted, “I don’t want you to leave!”

“Then say it,” Lucius demanded viciously.

“I-I agree,” Harry said quietly.

“To what?” the blond insisted.

“I … I am the submissive and you are the dominant,” Harry whispered.

“Louder,” Lucius snapped.

“I am the submissive and you are the dominant!”

“Then you will start acting like one,” Lucius said sharply. He waited for the small confirmation of a nod before continuing.

Although he was still angry, Lucius raised his hand to caress the boy’s cheek. Harry’s head leaned into it and sighed contentedly.

“Never forget that, Harry,” Lucius said softly. Harry closed his eyes and nodded. “Now. There's the matter of your behaviour.” Harry cringed, and Lucius knew that the boy knew exactly what was going to be said next. “I will overlook your past occurrences, although, I will not overlook today’s.”

Harry looked at him fearfully. Lucius raised an eyebrow.

“Objections?”

Harry looked down to hide his face, and slowly shook his head.

“Then it is time to start your punishment. Stand,” Lucius ordered. Harry hesitated. “Now!”

His young lover was on his feet in an instant.

“Raise your arms above your head.”

Harry inhaled sharply and took in several shaky breaths. Lucius advanced one step forward, causing Harry to comply immediately. Nervously, the boy lifted his arms, and then gasped when his wrists were suddenly bound together. He was slowly lifted a few feet into the air.

Sensing his panic, Lucius stroked Harry's cheek again. “Relax, Harry. It will be over soon enough,” he said soothingly, and Harry sighed though still he appeared to be nervous.

Once Harry was high enough, Lucius knelt at the boy’s feet and removed his shoes, followed by his trousers and pants. Lucius stood, and with a swish of his wand, Harry's shirt was removed, and was now hanging completely naked.

Lucius circled Harry a few times, running his fingers across his young lover’s body. He stopped in front of Harry, and showed him a thin leather strap. The boy made a small whimper in the back of his throat.

“This will be your punishment, and this…” Lucius waved his wand again, and the kitchen draperies opened wide, exposing the outside world. “…will be your humiliation.”

An elderly couple was strolling by, and glanced in Harry's direction.

“Lucius! No! Please! Anything but that!” Harry cried.

Lucius waited a moment before giving Harry some assurance. He walked behind him, and wrapped his arms lovingly around Harry's chest. He whispered in his ear, “No need to worry, Harry. They cannot see you. No one can.”

“But… but… they're staring,” Harry said, panic still evident in his voice.

“I assure you that they cannot see either of us.” He felt Harry tremble. “The reason they are looking this way is because there is an illusion charm on the window. We are able to see them, but they only see a magnificent interior. So astounding, in fact, that passer-bys are in awe.” He took his time in caressing Harry's sides. “Unnerving, is it not?”

Harry nodded. “Y-yes,” he admitted. “And very …” Harry paused to swallow. “Very humiliating.”

Lucius hands moved away. “Good.” He came around to Harry's front, and let the strap dangle from his fist. “Now I shall begin. Brace yourself,” he warned.

Harry’s body twitched nervously, and took in several shaky breaths. He inhaled sharply when Lucius raised his arms, ready to strike.


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101…102…129…143…165…

Lucius tightened his grip on the sides of the Daily Prophet that he was reading. He made a low grunt of irritation, but Harry, who was sitting on the floor between his legs, didn’t notice. He was too busy sighing, flipping channels.

319…347…352…

Lucius again made a noise in his throat, and again, Harry made no acknowledgement. He continued to point the flat rectangle item at the large television set across the room.

525…529…535…

“Harry!”

Lucius was satisfied to see his young companion jump.

“Either find a station or I will blast that infernal device into a million pieces,” Lucius barked.

Harry pushed a few buttons, and the television blared with the sounds of wild elephants. Lucius scoffed. That’s all he needed to hear on a relaxing Sunday morning – a programme with a boring voice narrating something regarding Sumatran. Hard as he could, Lucius tried to focus back on the latest reports of the sighted Death Eaters who were still in hiding.

Suddenly, Lucius frowned, and stared blindly at the paper. He had felt a slight tickling against his inner thigh. Without looking, he knew that it was only Harry’s head, resting against the inside of his leg. Nothing new for Harry, though. He loved to touch Lucius, but he was also aware of the boundaries of how far he was allowed to go. Fortunately, he wasn’t passing any.

Yet.

Since the day of their confrontation and Harry's brutal punishment, Harry had been nothing but compliant. Lucius was correct in guessing Harry's needs. The young man did want Lucius to be in control. In and out of the bedroom. Although, every now and then, Harry would test the limits. Lucius so much as didn’t mind; he knew it was Harry's way of telling him that he wanted – no, needed - to be ‘punished’.

Suddenly, Lucius quickly snapped out of his train of thought when he felt his robe being pushed aside. His slipper was then removed, and his foot placed on top of Harry's lap. The boy was massaging it softly and tenderly. Lucius cleared his throat and Harry paused. The boy waited a few seconds, then continued on as if he hadn’t heard him. But when Harry cradled Lucius’ leg in his arms, and started caressing it with both hands, Lucius knew it was time to say something.

“Harry…” Lucius warned.

The young man stopped and whispered, “Sorry.”

A few more minutes of silence went by, before Lucius felt cautious hands moving slowly up his shin, followed by warm lips.

“Harry,” he snapped, bending down the corner of his paper.

Lucius’ leg was immediately placed back on the floor, and Harry’s arms went back into his lap. Lucius raised his brow and watched Harry carefully. The boy was trying indiscreetly to rub his obvious erection. Lucius made another disapproving noise, and Harry moved his hands away, and began to clench and unclench his fists.

It must be one of those times.

“Get up and face me,” the blond demanded.

Harry scrambled to his knees, and sat before Lucius in a perfect submissive position with his head lowered.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you were taking liberties on purpose,” Lucius stated.

Harry said nothing, but Lucius could vaguely see one side of Harry's mouth curl upward. Yes, it was definitely one of those times.

“You do realise that we have to be at the Weasley’s this afternoon?” Lucius asked, voice stern.

Today was the day that Harry would finally introduce Lucius as his companion to his ‘family’.

Harry’s head snapped up. “In six hours!”

Lucius stared at his young lover. The boy’s eyes were filled with lust. Lucius barely nodded.

“I see. And what if I choose not to heal you?”

Harry's face reddened, and quickly looked down again. “I-I don’t…don’t…”

“You do not mind?”

Harry shook his head without looking up.

“And will you submit yourself to anything that I choose?”

It was a lie, of course. They both knew that it was Harry who led the games. Lucius merely carried them out.

Harry glanced up and then back down to the floor. He nodded vigorously.

There was a long silent moment, prolonging Harry’s anticipation. Finally when Lucius thought that enough time had passed, he reached over and picked up his wand that was lying on the small table next to him. He could practically hear Harry's heart beating in his chest, and noticed with a smirk that Harry was holding his breath as well.

Lucius waved his wand in the direction of their ‘playroom’.

“You have one minute to dress and return to me, along with--”

Harry was already crawling as fast as he could towards the room before Lucius could even finish his sentence.

Harry was back sitting in front of Lucius within thirty seconds.

Lucius smiled, observing the young man in approval. The new collar Lucius had picked out for Harry looked exquisite on his thin neck. It was made of soft leather so it would not chaff the boy’s delicate skin. Well, not much anyway. The ring attached to the front of it was just large enough for the leash that Harry was holding his left hand. In his right, Harry was holding the leg and wrist restraints that were linked together by a large ring. On the floor in front of him, lay several other items:

A long crop, a huge dildo, a small jar of lube, and a metal cock ring called the Gates of Hell.

Harry knelt there nervously, his body quivering with expectancy. Lucius held out his hand, and Harry instantly gave him the toys.

“Rise to your knees and put the restraints on,” Lucius ordered. The blond knew that it was more fun for both of them to have Harry be the one to adorn the ‘clothes’.

As quickly as possible, Harry attached the leg straps around his thighs, just above his knees, and then he fastened one of adjoining straps to his wrist. He glanced up at Lucius, who stood and then kneeled before Harry. Lucius guided Harry’s body, having him face the other way, and then pushed on the boy’s back, indicating for him to lower his torso and place his head on the floor. Lucius then pulled Harry's arm back, and wrapped the open leather strap around his wrist, locking it into place.

Lucius sighed contentedly, watching Harry’s back rise and fall from his heavy breathing. He looked so magnificent there, bent over, arm stretched tightly against his sides; wrists and legs joined together by simple pieces of leather. The best part for Lucius was seeing the exposed hole and the low hanging testicles dangling visibly between his legs. The blond nudged the insides of Harry’s thighs with his thumbs, and held his breath as the boy’s legs spread wider. As he rubbed Harry’s smooth back, Lucius made an approving sound.

“So beautiful you are, Harry,” he whispered.

Harry moaned in response. Lucius continued to stroke Harry, running his fingers lightly up and down the boy’s spine.

“A pity this pale colour will soon be crimson.”

Harry gasped and started wiggling in excitement. A hard slap on his bum, however, stopped him. In one smooth motion, Lucius caressed Harry's arm, and then crossed over to rub along the boy’s rear, then back up his constricted arm. It was simply amusing for Lucius to witness Harry trying so hard not to squirm. Another slap caused the boy to freeze.

Lucius moved behind Harry, and lightly grazed his fingertips over the boy’s anus lips. He circled the small puckered hole with one finger, whilst he reached down with his other hand, and expertly unscrewed the jar of lube. The blond dipped two fingers into the creamy substance, and coated them liberally. When Lucius barely touched his fingers to Harry's entrance, however, the boy gasped loudly.

“Patience, Harry,” Lucius whispered softly, and the young man groaned in frustration.

Lucius barely pressed the tip of his finger against the centre of Harry’s opening, and applied just a hint of pressure. He knew Harry was beyond exhilaration, so he decided he wouldn’t make the boy suffer any longer. Slowly, Lucius’ finger inched in until it was completely sheathed.

“You may utter noises, but you will not say a word.”

Lucius heard Harry mutter, “Thank you,” followed by a loud moan. Lucius smiled.

“Did I hear you say something, Harry?” Lucius teased, although his voice sounded firm.

“No,” came a quiet voice and then a gasp.

Lucius smirked and shook his head. “I give you a direct order, and still you disobey me,” he tsked. “And not just once, but twice.”

Harry whimpered with obvious regret.

“Ah, ah, ah. It’s too late for forgiveness.”

Harry took in shaky breaths of air. He knew as well as Lucius what was coming next.

Sure enough, Lucius stood, and then bent over to retrieve the crop. He rubbed the tip of it along Harry's crack, and tapped the boy’s hole a few times. He raised his arm. The first strike to Harry’s ass caused him to lunge forward.

“Stay where you are,” Lucius demanded.

As soon as Harry quickly resumed his position, Lucius brought the crop down again, this time landing directly on Harry's hole. The boy gasped several times before holding his breath in an attempt not to cry out. Lucius thought it was strange when he first learned that Harry actually enjoyed being spanked in such a delicate place. But no matter. If this is what Harry desired, then Lucius was happy to comply.

Lucius lightly touched Harry's pucker with the tip again, and his young lover flinched in anticipation. The third strike marked its passage with an audible crack. This time Harry didn’t hold back. He cried out and jerked forward before realising his mistake. He quickly moved back. When Lucius swung for the forth time, the crop smacked against the top of Harry's rear. He knew the boy would think that it was an honest mistake, so Lucius took advantage of that, and began striking the pale flesh just to the right of Harry's hole.

Over and over Lucius swung the crop, varying between hard and soft, until his arse turned a brilliant shade of red. Once Lucius was satisfied with the colour, he turned his attention to the open cleft. Facing the young man’s feet, Lucius straddled Harry’s back. He raised the crop so it hung vertically above the boy’s hole.

Taking a calming breath so he would be able to control his thrusts, Lucius started raining down a series of sharp, steady smacks. Harry began to wiggle side to side, so Lucius pressed his legs against the young man’s body, holding him firmly. He stopped his torment to lean over, and rub the tender hole with his fingertip. He was pleased to hear Harry moan in pleasure. Lucius slipped his finger in and out, teasing the boy relentlessly. Lucius pulled his finger completely out, and Harry growled lowly.

“Roll over,” Lucius commanded as he stepped away from Harry.

Harry complied eagerly, and fixed his eyes on the ceiling, not daring to look at Lucius. The blond tried not laugh at the image of Harry on his back, legs bent in the air, and looking like some dead insect. He reached for the cock ring, and knelt down at the boy’s side. He rubbed Harry's stomach, then made his way down to his engorged cock. He stroked it, applying the barest pressure. Lucius smiled as he watched Harry's eyes fluttered close with desire.

Lucius grabbed his wand and lightly touched the cock ring. Each of the five metal rings opened wide, and Lucius cradled Harry's cock and then fitted it snugly within the cold steel. Another tap of his wand, and the cock ring closed tightly around his young lover’s penis. Harry winced at the constriction, and groaned. Although Harry would never admit it out loud, Lucius knew the boy hated the Gates of Hell.

“Roll back over,” Lucius whispered firmly.

Harry turned back over to his knees, and Lucius crouched down between his spread legs. The blond covered his fingers with the lube again, then caressed Harry’s reddened hole. He gradually filled it with quite a bit of substance before picking up the large butt plug. Lucius coated it generously, and then aimed the end of it at the centre boy’s wet anus lips. Harry squirmed with fervour, and pressed back against it. Lucius smacked him hard on his bum.

Lucius gripped Harry’s waist with one hand, whilst he pushed the dildo steadily in with the other. He watched in awe as Harry's hole opened around it, and was amazed to see how pliant it was. He kept adding pressure and didn’t back off once. Even when he heard Harry whimper. Harry wasn’t properly stretched yet, but this was how Harry liked it: firm, unyielding, and uncompromisingly slow. As Lucius continued to push, he felt Harry trying to move away from the intrusion.

“Hold still,” he ordered.

Although Harry’s body quivered, he resumed his position. It was only when the largest part of the dildo met Harry’s skin, Lucius receded the pressure. He barely pulled it out, twisted it a few times, and then in one quick movement, thrust the dildo in the rest of the way.

“Ah!” Harry cried.

Lucius stroked his young lover’s back in comfort, and whispered, “You did very well, Harry.”

Harry grunted quietly - obviously from the burning friction - but nodded as if to say, “Thank you.”

With the butt plug firmly in place, Lucius smacked Harry’s rear.

“Go to your room,” he ordered.

Harry paused for a moment, clearly wondering how he would be able to do so with his legs and arms confined together. Lucius gave him another hard smack.

“Now!”

Harry forced himself up, and then awkwardly hobbled from one knee to the other in the direction of their room. Lucius smiled in amusement as he watched the boy struggle.

Lucius closed his eyes and sighed. He could tell that it was going to be an excellent ‘punishment’ session.


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