A Brave New World

well, here we all are once more. this is to tell you that what you see here isn\'t mine. if it was, i certainly wouldn\'t just let it go walking about unchaperoned. but, as i said, they\'re not mine. they belong to j.k. rowling and i am merely borrowing her genious so that i may twist it to my own evil purpose. i make no money off this and do it purely for the enjoyment. and it keeps me off the streets.

as with the previous posting, this will probalby not be the happiest of tales. it won\'t be as nasty as with Lucius, but i\'m certain it isn\'t going to be entirely pleasant. so please be warned that any kind of umpleasant thing can happen within this writing. this will contain slash so, if that isn\'t your cup of tea, please do not read further. that means there is anal ahead.

and, finally, if you find you\'ve enjoyed your little trip into my twisted world, please let me know what you thought of it. i promise i don\'t bite...... hard.

A Brave New World
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Draco

He stares up at me with these big, wide eyes. I love seeing the look of lost innocence in them. I\'ve taken that innocence away. Me. No one else. He\'s been mine since Second Year, but no one knew. He is just fresh from my bed, his hair tousled and damp from sweat. His body is flushed with spent pleasure, droplets of sweat and my essence rolling down his skin. I watch as one drop of pearly fluid slides down over his cheek, stopping to hang on the lower edge of his jaw.

I reach out, my fingertip collecting the spent droplet. I lift that finger to his lips, smiling as he opens his mouth to take the salty liquid onto his tounge. I reach up to stroke my fingers through his hair. Even sweat laden, the over long locks are silky soft.

He has learned well, my favorite pet. He does my bidding without being told. Without complaint or argument. He is the perfect pet. Though, there are times when his old nature wins through. He will, on occasion, argue or fight. Then, as with any other Master, I am forced to admonish and punish him. It is both a game and a serious infraction. He knows the rules as well as I and he also knows that, when he does happen to break one, he must be punished immediately and with intense purpose. My other pets know he is my favored pet and, as such, his punishments must be more harsh and severe than theirs. His behavior sets the example.

Today is one of those days when he has demanded to be punished. Not in words. In deeds. The first thing he did was to refuse to service me when I woke this morning. Last night was spent in the arms of a gorgeous Witch. The girl had been willing and eager when I\'d picked her up at a newly established club in Diagon Alley. With tight clothes wrapped about a tight body, she\'d been a temptation I simply hadn\'t been able to resist. We\'d spent the night locked in one another\'s arms, fucking mindlessly until we\'d fallen asleep out of exhaustion in the early hours of the morning. She\'d still been wrapped about me when I\'d woken. I\'d taken the time to see her properly pleasured before I\'d sent her off, though I\'d made sure to maintain my erection. It was the morning ritual that my favorite pet was allowed the honor of sucking me off to orgasm.

But my pet was jealous of my liason with the hot little Witch and wanted none of it.

It is times like these where I am forced to call upon the extensive tutoring my father has given me in the training and punishing of pets. He tends to like to be firm, to set an example through severe pain. Though it does have its good points, I find that I prefer a different means of punishment. While it is perhaps not so painful, it is no less effective. Not that I do not use painful methods to gain the behavior I wish to have.

For his denial of my needs this morning, my pet has been tested to his very limits. After so many years together, I have learned well what does and doesn\'t turn him on. Once my little Witch of the night before had left, I took him into the bed with me. His ears are pierced multiple times. His nipples, tender and sensitive, have also been threaded with delicate silver hoops. A small, ice blue ball adorns each of them. The prize of this collection is the piercing that decorates the head of his cock.

The cock piercing is the one that brings the most pleasure and the most frustration. The barbell, complete with the ice blue balls on both ends, is known to enhance his pleasure. Even when I allow him to pull on his stiffened length in reward from some good deed, the feel of the little plastic balls gliding over his firmed flesh is enough to push him over the edge. They also help in bringing him to an instant arousal.

So it is that I know the simple bit of manipulation that will see him fully aroused in the smallest amount of time.

To begin my punishment, I laid him out beneath me then settled myself down on top of him only partially. One hand curled loosely over the limp length of his manhood, stroking at it gently. The other hand raked into his hair and pulled his head back so that I could drop gentle kisses along his throat and shoulders. His ears, filled with dangling hoops, are just as sensitive to my touch as any other part of him. My attention to the decorated lobes helped bring a small amount of blood to his flaccid penis, firming it slightly.

I shifted myself closer so that my own erect cock lay against his. My hips thrusted against him. He gasped and whimpered beneath me, his back arching up to press his chest to mine. Our cocks slid against one another, helping bring another rush of blood. I could feel the ball of his piercing rubbing against my aching erection. I knew it was doing the same to him and it was enough to bring him as close to the edge as I intended to let him get.

\"Roll over, pet,\" I instructed. He did so happily, going up on all fours for me without being told to do so. He presented his arse to me and I smiled down at him. The twin globes were pale, unmarred by any scars, though he\'d been tattooed with my personal mark. A green dragon, reared up in preparation of fight, rested above the curve of one buttock, just by his hip. Cliché, I know. But the dragon happens to be a personal favorite.

I stroked my hands down his back, ever so slightly scratching him with my nails. He shivered, as he always does whenever he\'s gifted with the slight pain of that touch. I let my thumbs slide along the crack between his cheeks, making sure to take a moment to apply a bit of pleasure to the tight ring of muscles hidden there. He shuddered again, more noticably than he had previously. This was what he wanted. He wanted my fingers or my cock inside of him, pounding into his arse and fucking him ruthlessly. It is what he always wants from me. A long, hard shag that is fast-paced and leaves one breathless and wishing for more.

I pressed forward so that my hard cock was nestled between his cheeks, pressed against the hole that I would soon fill. I believe I heard him whimper. Then the sound was gone as he caught his breath. My hand curled around him once more. My grip was firmer, near the point of squeezing this time. And he begged for more, mewling out his pleas like a bitch in heat. I love to hear those words of pleading fall from his lush mouth. His oh-so kissable lips. My member twitched with need.

A softly muttered spell saw a box on the other side of the room open and an item floated out of it, into my outstretched hand. I leaned into him further, slipping both arms around his waist. His buttocks wiggled against me in a silent plea. I ignored it, my hand still stroking at his turgid length. His body was quivering, telling me that I had him precisely where I wanted him. It took only a moment to secure the metal band around the base of his cock and around his balls, locking them together tightly. He groaned when I moved back.

\"Turn and present yourself to me,\" I commanded lazily. He did as he was told, turning to face me. He was up on his knees, his hands laced together behind his head in a manner that threw his chest out toward me. I allowed my stormy gray gaze to rake over him, stopping to linger on his trapped cock. Already, it was turning an angry shade of red. His testicles were in no better shape. I smiled and motioned with one hand for him to turn back `round and present me with his backside again.

He obeyed silently, turning and going to all fours. I smiled. He really can be a terribly wonderful pet at times. I cupped his arse with both hands, my long fingers kneading the globes. He shuddered, but kept any sound he might have wanted to make to himself. He knew the punishment for making a sound without permission well enough. He\'d done it so many times in the beginning that he wore out the phallus-shaped, hollow gag used to silence him. It did not, however, prevent me from fucking his mouth at my leisure.

I speared two fingers into his arsehole, thrusting them hard and deep into the channel. His hips rocked on my hand slightly, the dry hole clinging to them as I pushed in and out. I could feel the muscles loosening bit by bit, despite that fact that it had to hurt without lubrication. I slipped my fingers free and added a third, then drove them back in. His head dropped between his arms, already shaking from a combination of need and tension. He was primed for me. It was always so easy.

I withdrew my hands once more, taking a moment to mutter another spell. It would give me, temporarily, as real as piercing as he had. It would feel like the real thing to both of us. I would feel the bar through my cock and the twin balls on either side. He would feel the twin balls as they dragged back and forth on the walls of his anal passage. Then I moved up until my thighs were pressed to his. I grasped my cock in one hand, using the free hand to hold his cheeks open for me.

I pressed the head against the rim, feeling it give way and nearly suck my erection into his body. When the head was firmly seated, I used both hands to grasp his hips, then shoved home. My cock was buried to the hilt with one thrust, the dry walls holding tight to it in the same manner my hands held his hips. His body tensed as he fought not to cry out and make a sound. I watched his hands curl into the bedding beneath them, gripping tight for a few moments until the initial discomfort passed.

Then I drew back and fucked him. I was hard with him. Ruthless. I pounded myself into him deeply every time, the mock piercing arranged in such a way that the ball brushed over his prostrate with every pass. He would have cum a dozen times over if not for the cock ring that so tightly bound him.

I took my time with him. I believe I fucked him three or four times. Each time I released, I spent myself on his back or his stomach so that he was coated with my seed. Sticky with it. Painted with it. Between bouts of sex, I rolled him onto his back and took his cock into my mouth. His face was as red as his erection, his need to release growing steadily with each passing minute. I knew he was in pain, but that was what I had wanted. He had to learn that he was my pet and I took him and whomever else I chose into my bed. He was not the only one I fucked.

It was mid-afternoon when I finally decided to have mercy on him. I rolled him onto his back, kneeling above him for a moment to look down at him. He was flushed scarlet, his cock so tormented that it looked as if a good lick would see it exploding. I knew he\'d learned his lesson, as he\'d bitten his lip so hard that blood was dried to it. There were tears swimming in his eyes. This time, I would give him a small bit of comfort.

I slipped from the bed a moment. On the stand next to it was a tube that was nearly empty. It had only been purchased the week before. What can I say? I enjoy fucking my pet as much as he enjoys me fucking him. I took the top off and squirted a goodly amount out into my palm. Casually, I worked my hand up and down the length of my once more stiffening shaft. His eyes followed the path of my hand hungrily. I brought the tube with me as I once more climbed up onto the bed, pressing the open top to the gaping rim of his arsehole.

I heard a whisper of a sigh fill the room as I squeezed the tube and pushed a dollop of lube into his arse. The tube was quickly forgotten as I slid my fingers back into the already well-used channel and worked it around. His hips squirmed, telling me that he was ready for me, despite the pain of his lesson and my casual use of him.

When I moved up and pressed the head of my erection against the puckered ring of muscles, he lifted his legs up, bringing them back against his chest. I pushed into him easily and afforded him with slower, more languid strokes. He sighed again, his hips rising up to meet each and everyone of my thrusts. I fucked him slowly, whispering words to him that I knew he would find arousing. I called him a dirty whore. I told him that I loved fucking his ass, that he was always as tight as a virgin for me. I told him that no one had ever had such a fine arsehole. I told him that I was going to fill his arse with my cum and then force him to stand so that I could watch it dribble down his legs and into a bowl. I told him I was going to make him eat my cum after it had been in his arse.

The words only heightened his arousal and he clenched his muscles down around my driving length time and again. It made it hard for me to maintain my rhythm and my erection. I wanted to release into him, but I held out. I forced myself to think of more mundane thoughts, like what I would do when I finally return to the Ministry and my job there. To this day, my father simply does not understand my fascination with this particular pet.

\"I\'m going to fill you with my cum, pet. Is that what you wish me to do?\" I asked him, whispering the words to him as I thrust my hard shaft in and out, burying my leaking cock deep each time. He nodded, opening his eyes to look up at me. I smiled at him and pressed into him harder. He moaned. He couldn\'t help it or stop himself from doing so. I let the sound go and pounded myself deep into his arse.

With a groan that broke the silence of the room, I shoved deep one last time and let myself go. I felt my seed flood up into his bottom, filling him with my essence. There was a soft smile on his face, though it was pained. I remained inside of him, my hand reaching down to release the cock ring that had prevented him from spilling his seed all over himself time and again. The thick metal band thudded dully on the floor.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as pain flooded his body from his much abused groin. The ring had been in place for a very long time and I knew that he would be sore and tender from it. I also knew that his orgasm would bring much wanted relief along with another wave of pain. Tenderly, I wrapped my fingers about his cock, now so red and swollen that it looked as if it would remain that way permanently.

I ran my hand up and down the length of it, gripping him firmly. I made sure to pull at the barbell. He moaned again, louder this time, and thrust his cock up into my hand. His hips arched up so high that his shoulders and head touched the bed at one end of his body and his heels touched at the other. It only took a few precise strokes to bring him to the edge and send him falling over. He cried out with his climax, his pearlescent seed spilling across my hand and his tight abdomen.

He sighed as he fell back against the bed, spent and sweaty. I lifted my hand to his mouth and he wordlessly licked his ejaculate from my fingers. It didn\'t take long for him to fall asleep. I stared down at him, watching his chest rise and fall and thought of how the two of us had come to this point in our lives.

~*~*~*~*~

Our relationship started, as I said, in our Second Year at Hogwarts together. It was after the Slytherin/Gryffindor Quidditch match in which \"St. Potter had made another miraculous catch of the Snitch. He had, in the process, made a complete fool of me in front of my father. After leaving the Infirmary, my ears were blistered off by my sire. I found him waiting for me in the Slytherin Common Room, no doubt let in by Snape, that icy stare that bespoke of his displeasure leveled at me. He called me every kind of fool, idiot and imbecile he could. I was left angry and frustrated upon his departure and I made it my top priority to seek out the Golden Gryffindor git and give to him precisely what Father had given me.

As I approached the doors of the Hospital Wing, I found Weasley leaving. No doubt he\'d been visiting Potter, complimenting him on his amazing and astounding win whilst belittling me and having a good laugh at my expense. I instantly saw red and decided to take my ire out on the red-headed twit. \"Kissing Potter\'s arse, Weasel?\" I sneered at him.

\"Shut it, Malfoy. Bugger off, why don\'t you?\" Weasley snapped back.

\"If there were anyone worthy of being honored with my favors,\" I replied, bored already. It was widely known that the youngest of the Weasley males was not attributed with the ability for great thinking and an agile brain.

\"You mean if anyone took pity on you long enough,\" he retorted, trying to step around me. Naturally, I blocked him. \"Shove off, Malfoy. Aren\'t Crabbe and Goyle going to get lost without you? Someone needs to help them out of their clothes and into their jammies.\"

I stared a moment before popping off with a reply. To this day, I still cannot say what drove me to speak those damning words. Temporary loss of sanity or plain stupidity. I don\'t know. But I said them. \"Jealous, Weasel? Would you rather I was helping you from your clothes?\" I stepped closer to him, driving him back against the door. He was immediately uncomfortable.

\"Piss off, Malfoy!\" he snarled, his face gone as red as his hair. I allowed my eyes to narrow on him a moment, as if I were studying him closely, then stepped back. As I\'d hoped, he inched past me and scurried away. My confrontation with the Weasel had dispelled my anger and I returned to my House without bothering Potter. All the way back to my Common Room, I thought on how Weasley had reacted to my close proximity and how it had made me feel. I\'d gotten a rush from our argument unlike any I\'d had before. That chance meeting changed the nature of future exchanges.

Over the course of the next few years, I continued trading barbs with Weasley. These barbs were sharper than those I used on St. Potter and the Mudblood, with deep and hidding meanings. I learned, as I got older, that I was very decidedly bisexual and that I relished my squabbles with the Weasel in a way that I knew I shouldn\'t have. Somehow, our insult sessions held a deep, sexual tension that I was sure even he, thick-headed as he was, was aware of. Every once in a while, I made sure to taunt him in a manner that couldn\'t be openly construed as noticably suggestive but was not so subtle that he couldn\'t fathom what it was I meant.

I found out, through these more leading barbs, that Ronald Weasley blushed very prettily.

This new found sexual tension and awareness grew between us year after year until it exploded in our faces. I knew that the Weasel was as conscious of the need as I was. I knew it confused him, too. He tried to hide it under a seemingly flippant attitude, but both he and I were aware that he knew. It went on like this for several years until just before the summer holidays of our sixth year. It had been another long year of taunting one another. Each meeting between us had left me feeling deeply frustrated and intensely in need of relief. I was forced to finally admit to myself that, somehow, I had developed feelings for one of my most hated enemies and the need to shag him senseless had me hard and aching. Knowing that Father would never approve of my choice. I crafted a plan to gain the probervial Forbidden Fruit. I had to have Ronald Weasley. I had to make him mine.

My opportunity to act upon my needs came in the form of an end of year ball. When the dance had been announced, I immediately began plotting out how to go about getting Weasley alone and in a position to fuck him senseless. The how of it was like a lightning bolt from the gods. I chanced upon a room near the Great Hall that would be empty. It was small, no bigger than the size of one of my closets back at Malfoy Manor. But it would be perfect for showing Weasley just who was in the Wizard in control.

Before entering the Great Hall for the dance, I stopped at the door of this room and made it ready. I stashed pillows and lubricant, a set of restraints and a gag and several candles. Weasley would know who it was that was taking him. Then, with Pansy Parkinson on my arm, I entered the Great Hall as if I were a king surveying my subjects from upon high.

I spent much of my time that night watching the red-headed git out of the corner of my eye while appeaing uninterested in everything going on about me. Pansy and I danced, talked and laughed. And still, I watched my prey. At one point, we passed by the table he shared with St. Potter and the Mudblood and I made a point of bestowing a particularly nasty insult upon his head. He snarled something back and I could see this look in his eyes. I knew that this was going to be a night to remember all my life.

Near the end of the evening, when the teachers were growing less attentive and the students were busy trying to snog in the darkened corners, I slipped from the hall. At the doors, I paused and sent a note flying to the spot where Weasley stood. I\'d gotten a girl to write it and add the smallest bit of scent to it. It told him to meet a secret admirer in the hall outside the doors. I was counting on him to be dense enough to do as the note suggested without thinking on it too long or hard.

Luck was on my side. He came. I had barely had time to gather what I needed before he came through the doors, leaving the noise and heat of the Great Hall behind him. The two large wooden panels slid closed on that and left him to the silence. To me. He looked about the hall and checked for the girl who had written the note. Before he could lay eyes on me, I snuck up on him... Yes, I snuck up on him and I blindfolded him. Then I dragged him toward the room by his clothing, not letting him touch me yet. Not until all was in readiness.

The door shut softly behind us and I cast locking and warding spells on it. And a silencing spell. I did not want to be interrupted in my pleasure. I didn\'t want to afford him the opportunity to get away from me before I fully laid claim to him. \"What\'s going on, love?\" he asked in a voice that was so unlike any that had ever come from the Weasel\'s mouth. It was low and husky, full of promises. Pleasure and fulfilled desires. My cock got so hard, I had to bite my lip to keep from groaning outloud. \"Oh, we\'re going to play games, are we? Alright. I can do that. I don\'t suppose you want to let me in on them, do you?\"

Naturally, I said nothing. I used my wand and magicked away all of his clothing, leaving him standing naked in the golden light pouring from the lit candles. The dim lighting painted his pale flesh a soft gold, sent burnished highlights dancing across his red hair. He was, apparently, terribly interested in what was going to happen to him. As my eyes raked over his tall frame, they stopped on his already turgid cock. The slit in the head was weeping pre-cum, the light glistening on the few drops gathered there. I quickly shed my clothing. I didn\'t want any barriers between us when the time was right.

I used the wand to position him on top of a table. The pillows had been spread across the surface for his comfort. The restraints locked arond his wrists, pinning him to the table. He lay spread across the flat top like a sacrifice being offered up to the pagan gods. And he was all mine. \"What are you up to, love?\" he asked, his voice cajoling in an attempt to worm an answer from me.

I said nothing, merely dropped a pillow to the floor and knelt on it, positioning myself before his legs. I nudged his thighs apart, reaching up with one hand to capture the raging hard on in my fingers. The shaft was so silky soft in my grasp. I stroked up and down a few times, dragging the wetness of his oozing pre-cum along with my stroking fingers. He moaned and I heard a dulled thud. The table shook, telling me he\'d dropped his head down into the pillows and against the table top. When my mouth touched him, he tried to come up off the table.

The noises that came from his throat encouraged me to take all of his wonderful cock into my mouth. I was certain that he had no idea who was sucking so fervently on his cock. I suspect his erection would have died if he\'d known it was me. After several strokes in which I took him deep into my mouth, he was mewling and muttering words of nonsense. His hips lifted up to meet my lips each time I came down on top of him. He was so primed. When I pulled away, he moaned in despair.

I moved to retrieve the lubricant, working a good amount onto my swollen, aching shaft. Using my wand once more, I magicked the gag into place. I stepped between his thighs, then magicked the blindfold off. Whatever he said was lost against the confines of the gag. His eyes were wide as saucers as he saw me standing over him, my well-lubed cock glistening in the light. \"You are nothing but a bitch and a whore, Weasley,\" I told him as I lifted his legs, forcing the long limbs back against his chest. It spread his arse cheeks for me and allowed me a clear view of the puckered rosebud of his arsehole.

He shook his head at me, no doubt spewing forth a plethera of vile words. His eyes practically begged me. But I didn\'t pay attention to them. I was looking at his cock as it twitched and grew even harder and longer for me. He wanted this as badly as I did. He simply didn\'t wish to admit it. With one hard shove forward, I penetrated his virgin arse to the hilt. my balls slapped to a stop against his pale cheeks. I watched as tears slipped down over his cheeks and more words, no doubt names and things he wanted to do to me, were spat and muffled against the gag between hsi teeth.

\"And now,\" I drawled maliciously as I drew my hips back. \"You\'re my bitch. My whore. You belong to no one else but me!\" I spat at him and drove back home. He screamed against the gag, his hips bucking up into mine as pain flashed through his body. \"No one else will be allowed to touch you, Weasley. No one, do you hear?\"

I punctuated my words with another thrust. His arse was tight around my cock, squeezing and clutching at my buried length as his body tried to expell the foreign item. I curled my hands into his hips tightly, fingers digging into them in a manner that I knew would leave bruises on his pale flesh. By Merlin, I was so close to the edge that it was a trial and a strain to keep on without disgracing myself and releasing into him in a quick manner.

I forced myself to think of other things while I fucked his tight arse. He whimpered and mewled. I think in a combination of pain and disgust. His hips rocked up to meet mine, his cock tightening against my belly as I moved against him. He was ashamed because he enjoyed this and wanted it. When I knew I had reached the very ends of my limits, I looked him in the eyes and spoke. Each sentence was punctuated by a deep, hard thrust.

\"You see, Weasley,\" I panted and shoved into him. \"I own you. I own your very soul. You are now totally and completely mine. Should you even think about shagging anyone else, I\'ll know. And I\'ll kill them. You won\'t share that tight arse of yours with anyone but me. I will know and I will punish you. I\'ll make you watch whomever you let touch you die. Slowly and painfully. And then I will show you the meaning of pain.\"

With the last sentence, I pressed into him as far as I could go. He moaned into his gag. I decided it was time to seek my pleasure. I put my knees up on the table, forcing him to draw his legs back even further. I laid over him, his cock pressed between our bellies while mine plundered the wonderful tightness of his anal passage. My body moved over his with each thrust, creating friction along his shaft. He groaned, his eyes closing as pleasure built up in his body.

I dragged the gag from his mouth and pressed my lips to his. I drove my tongue between them, forcing it into his mouth. I couldn\'t stifle my own moan when his tongue danced eagerly along the edge of mine, fighting for control. I won, naturally. My hips thust deep, sending my cock as far into his arse as it could go. I felt him tense up beneath me and then the sticky warmth that told me he\'d reached climax. It drove me over the edge and I stopped, straining my hips against his as I released my seed up into him.

Slowly, I settled down on top of him and spent several long minutes exploring his lips and mouth with my lips and tongue. He moaned beneath me, kissing me back with intense vigor. When I lifted my head to look down at him, his eyes were unfocused and his lips swolled from my kisses. I smirked at him and rocked my hips, working my softening shaft in and out of his body. \"Say it, Weasley. Say the words so that I know you understand,\" I urged him, swooping down to bite at his shoulder and leave my mark on him.

\"I\'m your bitch,\" he whispered breathlessly. \"Your whore. I belong to no one else but you.\"

\"There\'s my pet,\" I smiled at him and rewarded him with another kiss.

~*~

It was well past curfew when I finally released Weasley and allowed him to return to Gryffindor Tower. I\'d given him a potion sneaked from Snape\'s personal stores that would heal the tears to his rectum. It would not, however, heal the pain I\'d inflicted on him. His shoulder bore an indentation of my teeth, already a dark purple from the blood drawn to the surface. I cleaned up the room and followed him out. Before parting, I ordered him to meet me again the next week. I also orderd him not to tell anyone. It was so thrilling and intoxicating to see the look of utter disbelief and shock on his face.

It continued like this through out the summer with Weasley meeting me once a week. Each time, I strengthened my ownership of him. Our tenth meeting saw me spelling my mark upon his hip. Seventh Year was conducted the same way, with stolen meetings and quick, harsh fucking in darkened corners. I doubt we ever got caught. If we did, it was by Snape and he would never report his favorite student to the Headmaster for taking a few moments of stolen pleasure with my own slave.

The War started at the end of the school year and Lord Voldemort was finally in control of the Wizarding World. His first act was to appoint Father the Minister of Magic. When that was done and top ranking Death Eaters were given the chance to pick their pets from the forces of the fallen Light, I made my ownership of Ronald Weasley known to the world. I took him to Knockturn Alley and had him pierced, another mark of ownership. He never complained or whimpered as the needle was threaded through his cock or his nipples. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it. Neither of us have ever forgotten our first time together. And he has never once voiced his unhappiness with the situation.

~*~*~*~*~

Which brings us to where we are now. I am laying in my bed with Ronald at my side. He is sleeping once more, having drifted off during my little trip down memory lane. Our play time always tires him out. But then, I have a store of potions made specifically to revive my lagging energies. He does not. He lays on his back, one arm tossed up over his head and the other laying, palm up, at his side. He is still flushed and sticky from all our earlier bouts of shagging. I let my gaze wander over him, stopping at his cock.

It is still turgid and angry, the color still red after having orgasmed two or three times. I may have been overzealous in my punishment of him earlier. After all, I do not wish to see my favorite pet laid up with debilitating injuries. I sigh and stroke a hand down the thick, flaccid shaft. I will have to floo Snape later and ask of him a potion to help heal Weasley. I do not want to see him permanently disfigured by this.

He shifts, turning his face toward me. There is a soft smile on his full lips, telling me he is dreaming of something. I can feel the blood rush to his member as my hand fondles it. He is used to my touch and responds almost instantly. I allow my hand to slide up over the balls of the piercing and I apply pressure there. He whimpers in his sleep, his hips arching up into my fisted hand. Even now, he would have my touch upon his body.

\"Please, Master,\" his voice whispers into the room. I glance up at him and find his eyes locked onto mine, flames of need and desire licking in their depths. Even after the treatment of the day, he cannot hide his want or need of me.

\"What is it you want, pet?\" I ask him softly, my hand stroking at him again. He moans softly, his hips rocking up into my fist once more.

\"You, Master,\" he says simply. \"I want to give pleasure to you.\"

I smile at him. He is honest and sincere, earnest in his words. I nod and lay back against the pillows. He smiles rather shyly, a look that I find is enchanting on his face, then he gets up on his knees. I watch as he moves to straddled my thighs, then he leans forward until our bodies touch from nearly head to toe. His mouth moves to mine, his lips soft as silk as he presses a kiss to them. His tongue explores the cavern of my own gently, taking his time as he dips his tongue into me. He sighs into my mouth as his hands explore.

His fingers find my nipples and play with them. They twist and turn the small nubbins of flesh, pulling them until they are firm to his touch. His hips touch mine, his cock rubbing along the length of my own as he moves over me. My pet is ever gentle with me, honoring me and paying homage to me as if I were some pagan god of old. He is the only one of my pets who is allowed such liberties. His body is hot against mine, his skin burning with his need.

His mouth leaves mine to trail kisses down over my throat and along my shoulders. He finds one of my hardened nipples and grates it with his teeth before sucking it into his mouth as deeply as it will go.I moan softly, pressing my body up against his. I need to feel his talented mouth elsewhere and he knows it. He takes a few moments to treat the other nipple to the same sensual touches, then works his way down over my flat abdomen.

His tongue teases my bellybutton before he slips down to stare at my aching erection. The tip of his tounge comes out to touch the leaking slit, sending shudders rippling up and down my spine. I watch as he licks at my cock a moment, then spreads my thighs with his hands and works his way down to the puckered rim of my own arsehole. I feel him press the flat of his tongue against it and I moan, my hips arching up to allow him more space to work with. His hands curl around my legs and he slowly pulls me up so that he has easy access to my bottom.

He applies pressure gently until the ring gives and he can slip his tongue inside of me. I moan again, hooking my legs over his shoulders. He is so good at pleasuring me. His tongue and mouth work at my tight hole while a hand reaches up to find my hard, throbbing cock. He fists it gently, working up and down over the thick, long length of it while he makes love to my backside with his mouth and talented tongue.

It is not very long before I am anxious to feel him inside of me. I squirm my hips against his face and reach for his hand. \"No more, pet. I need you inside of me.\"

The tube of lubricant floats into my hand and I give it to him. He sets me down on the bed gently then squeezes some of the greasy cream out into his hand. I watch as he works it along the length of his cock, then he slips two of those glistening fingers into my backside. I rock into them as he thrusts them in and out, scissoring his fingers to stretch me open for him. He takes his time, then finally pulls his hand back.

I lift my legs wordlessly, pressing them back against my chest to allow him easier and deeper entrance. He wraps one hand about his cock, then positions himself against the puckered ring. He looks to me as he plunges forward and I moan as he fills me. This is something that I generally do not allow. But Ron is my favorite pet and he is deserving of some reward for his years of service.

He begins to thrust, slowly and rhythmically. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull hims closer so that his lower belly is pressed against my straining erection. The friction is divine as he moves in and out.

I admit that I am something of a pleasure whore. There are certain advantages to being the son of the Minister of Magic. This is one of them. Taking the day off to lay about in bed with my most prized possession. It is something that I\'m certain Father does from time to time. He seems to enjoy his new toy immensely. I admit to being a touch jealous that he has managed to capture and take the Mudblood Granger. Of course, I haven\'t told Ronald about this. Yet. When I am in the mood to punish him, then I will allow him to learn of his best friend\'s fate. It will be worth the argument and the pain to make up for my cruelty at a later time.

\"You feel so wonderful around me, Master,\" he whispers. I can hear the shame in his voice after all this time. He wasn\'t allowed to fight in the War and I know he hates himself deeply for that. For not dying with Potter. But I would be lost without him. In some way that I cannot name, I love Weasley. I know it sounds odd to people who know the Malfoy family. My father does not understand it, simply does not comprehend how I could love him. He cannot fathom my preoccupation with the son of a man who personifies everything that the long line of Malfoys have, through out the ages, stood against. Pureblood they may be, but the Weasley clan has long been considered no better than trash in the Malfoy line\'s eye.

I do not believe that I will ever tire of my pet. Nor will I ever stop loving him. Even after I am married to a respectable Witch and I provide an heir to continue the Malfoy line. Mother is currently pressing for that. She wants a grandchild with an intensity that I rarely see on her face when speaking of anything else. I will, naturally, cave in to my parent\'s wishes and give them what they wish. They are currently speaking with Pansy\'s family about a possible marriage. I do not think she would understand my need for my pet.

We shall see what happens in the future. For now, I am content to lay here and watch my pet as he fucks me with relish. His face is once more reddened, his tight abdomen pressed so snugly against my cock that the friction is making me delirious. I need to come with an urgency that is startling, given the many times I have already taken my lusts out on his nubile youg body this day. But I intend to hold back. After all, he never brought me to orgasm with his mouth this morning.

There are simply some things that cannot be ignored. So I once more think on mundane tasks that await me at the office. I watch him as he grunts and groans, his body straining against mine. I can feel his seed flood up into my backside. It is so erotic. Before he can pull out, I am pushing him from me. \"You have had your wish. Now you will clean me up before you bring me to my own orgasm.\"

The touch of his tongue on my well-fucked arsehole almost sends me over the edge. But he does his duty with great zeal and cleans his seed from my puckered hole as it dribbles out. Then, when I am certain he\'s done his very best, he lifts up and envelopes my cock with his hot mouth. He is so talented with his lips and my hands clutch at his head, holding him still so that I can fuck his mouth harshly.

I drive myself to the back of his throat time and again. It isn\'t long before I spill myself into him and pump my seed down his throat. He takes it all greedily, his hands curled around my waist. Then he pulls back and stares at me.

He stares up at me with these big, wide eyes....

fin Draco
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ok, so this isn\'t as evil as Lucius. but i hope it was enjoyable. i like to think that, with age, Draco will learn to use his brain more than he does in his younger years. so that\'s where the plotting and planning Draco comes into this.

please feel free to let me know what you think. i do enjoy hearing from you. also, any mistakes in here are my own. please don\'t hurt me.

i think the next chapter, when i get to it, will be Narcissa. does anyone have suggestions as to who she should have as her pet/toy? please let me know.

finally, a few thanks.

to Echo: thanks, hon. your compliments mean lots to me. hope you like this one. and it is rather scary that i can get into Lucius\' head like that. be afraid. be very afraid.....

to Morgan: glad you liked it, love. hope this one does as well as the first. i don\'t think reading it at the gym and smiling makes you bad. if it does... what does that make me? the writer and creator of such things? ....evil.....

to dancing_salome: thank you so much for giving this little bunny of mass-evilness a chance. i might possibly be able to work in chapters of their pet\'s points of view. i\'m sure Hermione would be a challenge to write. then again... the owner\'s points of views were challenges, too. hope you like this part.