A Slave to a Slave

Point of Tears : I’m so glad you enjoyed those two chapters! Severus is coming around, but he’s still got a few issues to work out. But yes, the big ones: babies and keeping Harry, those are resolved in his brain, even if he hasn’t fully accepted them.
starstruck86 : I’m back. No worries! And I’m glad you heeded my warning about the ice (big grin!).
mrequecky and Vanilla : Severus still has a sadistic streak in him, though he controls is, mostly because with Voldemort for an example of sadism, who wants to be like that? And while it was painful, Harry did seem it enjoy it. Plus, this was also partially Severus proving to himself that he wasn’t going soft.
snapelover09 : Sorry it’s been a while and those two updates were all you had for a very long weekend. I’m back now, though, so back to updates!
elphaba : I’m glad I could offer something new to you. I hope you keep reading and enjoying.


AN: I’m back from vacation, and I have several ideas ready to hit the presses. The problem of course is those are a few chapters from now, and I have to get there. Bear with me for the next few days. I’m going to keep trying to update daily, but if I get a little slow, it’s because I’m trying to work everything out so it ends up in the situations I want. If you have any suggestions for Draco’s punishments, let me know!

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While Severus was busy marking his slave, Lucius was ordering his own two slaves to pleasure each other. Blaise was currently laying on the bed on his back, legs spread wide, mouth open and swallowing Draco’s cock. Draco laid on top of him, with his head between Blaise’s legs, gently pulling on the piercings running over the black boy’s genitals with his teeth.

“My beautiful, beautiful boys.” Lucius ran his hand over Draco’s back towards his ass, paying special attention to drag his fingernail over each whip mark from his son’s earlier punishments. “Such a magnificent contrast. One of you so light, so pale, so blond. The other so dark, like the night itself, and beautifully decorated. Your father made a wise choice in the piercings he chose, Blaise.”

Blaise’s only response was a moan, causing Draco to groan low in his throat as well.

“Draco, take Blaise’s balls into your mouth.” Draco’s eyes widened, and slightly intimidated by the size of them, wrapped his mouth around one. He lifted his hand to help push the other into his mouth.

Lucius grabbed the appendage and twisted it behind his son’s back. “Just your mouth, Draco, that’s all you need. Stretch that mouth of yours. Prove to me it’s good for something other than talking.”

Draco stretched, desperately trying to please his father. All he ended up doing was making Blaise wince at the scrap of teeth over the sensitive flesh, pulling the rings, and covering the sacs in his saliva.

Lucius chuckled darkly and slapped Draco’s ass with his free hand. Draco yelped and buried his face in Blaise’s groin in resignation. Lucius grabbed a handful of Draco’s blond locks, pulling his head up and pushing his mouth against the head of Blaise’s cock. He never let go of Draco’s hair, directing the motion of his son’s head.

“Suck.” Draco hurried to obey. Blaise hummed happily at the stimulation, causing Draco to do the same, creating a circle of pleasure racing through their bodies.

Lucius reached under Blaise’s hips and pulled out the dildo keeping his anus stretched and ready. As soon as the plug was removed, Lucius lifted up on Draco’s head, and then pushed until his son’s nose was pressed to the leaking anus.

“You like my cum so much, Draco, eat it from his ass.” Draco shifted up a little and ran his tongue over the loosened hole. Blaise sucked harder on the dick in his mouth to silently show his approval. The reaction inspired Draco, and he thrust his tongue into the dark slave’s hole. Getting a tongueful of the taste he loved so much, Draco’s tongue retreated, and the young man sealed his mouth over the hole and began sucking, pulling mouthfuls of cum and swallowing greedily.

Lucius pressed his hand between their bodies and opened the cock ring binding Blaise’s orgasm.

“Cum, Blaise.” Blaise’s long denied orgasm erupted, coating Draco’s neck and upper chest in ropes of cum. His vision darkened, and Draco’s cock slipped from his mouth, painting a trail of precum across the dark cheek.

Lucius tightened his grip and Draco’s hair and pulled him up to a sitting position. He released his son’s hair, grabbed his hips, and dragged him off of Blaise’s face. He settled the boy into his lap.

“Are you ready for the first stage of your punishment?”

“My punishment? But… Daddy, I want you to fuck me again.” Draco whined.

Lucius’ chuckle was dark as he reached around his son and slapped his cock. Draco made a chocked sound that could have been a groan or a muffled scream; Lucius couldn’t tell.

“I will not fuck you again until your punishment is complete. That is one part of your punishment.”

“But Daddy!” Lucius slapped Draco’s cock again, harder this time. Draco whined.

“You chose this path when you decided to take matters into your own hands. Now, you must deal with the punishment. You will submit to this punishment, or I will remove the plug inside you and set you free.”

Draco whined again. “Will you fuck me if you set me free?”

“Never again, my lovely. Once you are free, I will never touch you in a sexual manner again. Now, Draco,” Lucius sighed and slipped Draco off his lap. He had not wanted to have this conversation yet, especially not under these circumstances, but it seemed Draco had forced his hand. He forced Draco to face him. “You have forced us to a place where we must discuss certain things. You must make a choice. Once this choice is made, there is no going back. You are eighteen now, legally an adult. You are my heir, my precious son, and from this point on you could be free. You could walk away a free adult.”

Draco’s eyes widened, and he sat up straighter, listening closely, recognizing the gravity of the situation. “What is my other option, Father?”

“The other option is to submit yourself to my care. You will be as Blaise and Harry are. You will be my slave, and you will submit to my will. It will be my responsibility to take care of you, to meet your every need, physical, mental, financial, and sexual. I will be your Master, and I will protect you from others who would take advantage of you.”

“What, exactly, will my role be as your slave?”

“Very good question, my clever minx. As my slave, you will only be required to submit to my will. I will give you a set of rules, similar to what you follow now but much more strict. You will follow them without question because you will trust me to know and decide what is best for you in all situations.”

“I will have no control over my fate?”

“Depending on the situation, I may ask your opinion and take it into consideration. However, I will always be the one to make the final decision, and it may or may not be in accord with what you think you want.”

Draco nodded and settled into thought. After a few moments, Draco turned back to his father. “Daddy, I’m nearly certain of my choice, but I have a question for you first.”

“Ask it, Draco.”

“If… if you were in my situation, what would you choose?”

Lucius smiled wistfully and pulled Draco back into his lap, settling Draco’s head against his shoulder, his chin resting on Draco’s head.

“There is a tradition among the generations of Malfoy men to introduce their sons into sexual maturity. It has been that way for generations. On my twelfth birthday, my father called me into his office. He ordered me to undress and pulled me over his lap as if he were going to spank me. I shivered the whole time, fearing that beating, especially since it was my birthday, but my father did something I did not even know to consider expecting. He opened a jar on his desk, dipped his fingers in it, and he started to play with my anus.”

“What did he do, Daddy?”

Lucius chuckled. “Are you curious about my sexual awakening? Well, he rubbed and teased until I relaxed into the feeling. Then he slowly pushed his middle finger into me. Once the finger was completely embedded, he encouraged me to sit up. It was difficult, but I managed to wiggle around until I was sitting without allowing that finger to leave me. I loved the feeling of his finger inside me. Once I was sitting he gave me my first hand job. He told me to return to him the next day.”

“Did you?”

“Of course. I loved my father dearly, and he had awoken in me something I didn’t know existed. Over the next few months, he taught me to give him hand jobs and blow jobs. He would penetrate me with a finger every day, slowly increasing to two. It burned so badly the first day he pushed two fingers into me. It went like that until I sixteen.”

“What happened then?” Lucius tilted Draco’s head up and kissed him. He pulled away before he was tempted to forget all about this and make love to the fey youth on his lap.

“On my sixteenth birthday, my father was away on a business trip for Lord Vol… for our Lord. I was angry, upset. He had promised me a new treat. So I took matters into my own hands. I went into his office and knocked everything off his desk. I dug through his drawers until I found his jar of lubricant. Now, by this point, I was able to take four of my father’s fingers. I wanted more. I stripped down and crawled up onto his desk, lying on my back, curled up in a ball, knees by my ears, my ass facing the door. I lubed up my fingers, and I began stretching myself. I worked until I had four of my own fingers inside myself. It wasn’t enough.”

“What did you do?” Draco leaned down and latched onto his father’s nipple, suckling, vaguely remembering doing that as a small child when he needed comfort. Lucius shuddered at the feeling.

“I looked around, hoping to find something to penetrate myself with more easily. I found my father’s walking stick. I crawled off the desk and grabbed it from the umbrella rack. I was so desperate, I laid on the floor right there, by the door, and pushed it into myself.”

“What happened then?”

“Then my father came home. He opened the door and tripped right over me. The sudden movement caused me to loose hold of the stick. The jostling of Father falling over me and hitting the floor caused serious internal damage to myself. I screamed and started crying for the first time in over ten years.”

“Father!” Draco startled and sat up.

Lucius chuckled and pulled Draco back against his chest.

“I’m fine now, Draco. Then, I was not. My Father freaked out. He called the family mediwizard. Together they managed to get the walking stick out of my rectum and heal what they could. However, I had to take potions for four months to remove wastes from my body. I was also told no anal penetration for at least six months. My father took care of me for those six months. He never left, not even when the Dark Lord tried to order him on missions.”

Draco sat up again and looked into his father’s eyes. “Daddy, I thank you for sharing this story with me. It does provide a unique insight to our family, and I’m glad you are sharing something so personal with me...”

“But…”

“But what does this have to do with my choice?”

“I’m getting there, Draco. Be patient. Now settle back down.” Draco obeyed and cuddled back into his father’s chest, suckling at his nipple again. “Once I was healed, my father offered me a choice.”

“The same choice?”

“Yes, Draco, the same choice. I had to choose to either leave my father and become a full member of Wizarding society or become his slave.”

“Why did you choose freedom?” Draco looked up at his father, though be never stopped playing with the nipple in his mouth.

“I didn’t choose freedom, Draco. I became my father’s slave. It was the best ten years of my life.”

“You chose to leave him then?”

“No, Draco. He died. The Dark Lord was angry at him for being unable to convince the Ravenclaw king to offer his daughter to the Dark Lord in marriage. I have never forgiven him for taking my father from me. My happy, safe world ended that day. There were so many things I didn’t know when he died, so many things I needed his help with. It took a miracle to pull me back from the precipice I was on.”

“Why did you stay in Slytherin if you were so upset with the Dark Lord?”

“That is a story for another day. Now, Draco,” Lucius resettled Draco so he was sitting in front of his father. “Do you need time to think about your choice?”

Draco shook his head. “No, Father, I know exactly what I want.”

Lucius took a deep breath and looked into his son’s eyes, trying to suppress his own fears and hopes. “Once you make this choice, you can never turn back.”

“I know, Father. I know my own mind in this.”

Lucius nodded and waited. Draco stared back into his father’s eyes, searching for something there, letting a few minutes pass. Lucius grew anxious with the waiting.

“Well?”

Draco laughed and then grinned impishly. “So, what’s my punishment for fucking you without your permission?”

Lucius’ breath stopped for a moment before a grin spread across his face. He laughed and pulled Draco into his lap.

“My precious, precious imp. Whatever will I do with you?” Lucius buried his face in Draco’s hair and took several deep breaths. His eyes closed tightly, fighting back the tears of happiness threatening to fall.