Sugar Daddy

Title: Sugar Daddy part 2
Pairings: James/Harry, Lucius/Draco, Harry/Draco, Arthur/?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and contents: Slash, incest, rimming, AU/AR (VERY!), D/s, master/slave thingy

Notes (Please read!): I’ve wanted to continue with Sugar Daddy, but hadn’t had much of a plot bunny to go on. Now that I have a semi-one, I’m giving it a shot. I don’t normally write slave/master things, but I do enjoy reading them, so I wanted to give it go. If I mess up at all with how it’s supposed to be, please just think of it as a wizard’s way or artistic license or something.
I actually figured out a background to the whole master/slave thingy. I hope it’s OK. This is completely AU (or AR), remember. My imagination suddenly ran wild with this.
Started writing this chapter on November 24th, 2005. I didn’t finish it because of real life issues, and those issues bothered my kinky muse so I wasn’t really “in the mood” to write this sort of thing. Later, around the beginning of 2007, I finally got myself more in the mood for this sort of thing, and at least finished this chapter. There will be at least two more, unless my muse goes wild on me again.

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, JKR does. And if she happens to read this, I beg for her forgiveness. We all have weird kinks that we must get out of our system once in a while, right?

.-.

“Lie down, Harry,” James ordered as he kicked off his boots. “And stay there. I need to take a shower.” He trudged into the adjoined bathroom and closed the door behind him, almost slamming it.

Harry was in big trouble, and he knew it. During their dinner with the Malfoys, Harry had been unnecessarily rude to Lucius. Harry didn’t like Lucius, and didn’t think he ever will, but for some reason his father thought otherwise. James seemed to think that Harry would grow to like Lucius only if he gave him a chance. Harry didn’t think so. And so, during one of Lucius and James’ conversations about treatment of others, and their slaves, Harry had lobed a spoonful of mashed potatoes at Lucius’ head. He wasn’t sure just what made him want to do it. Something about Lucius made him want to rebel and do something terrible to him. There must be something about the way Lucius carried himself that set Harry off.

Draco, of course, looked at Harry as if he had a death wish. James had turned white with shock and horror at what Harry did, but Lucius sat there, almost too calmly, and stared at Harry with such hard, cold eyes that Harry could do nothing but sit and stare—stare at the lump of potatoes that was slowly sliding down the side of Lucius’ face. Harry felt himself sink lower and lower in his chair.

James asked Lucius for forgiveness, not sure what had just come over his son. He told Lucius that he will make up for it, and then he turned to Harry, whom didn’t wish to look his father in the eye, and told him that it was now serious, and then took hold of his arm and pulled him up off his seat. He excused them from the table, Lucius understanding completely, and dragged them from the room. Harry had looked back quickly at Draco before they left; Draco was still in some shock, but there was something else in his eyes that Harry couldn’t quite place.

Harry was pondering on this as he sat on the bed, alone, as his father—no, his Master was in the bathroom. He wasn’t sure exactly what his Master was going to do to him as punishment. It had been a while since James had to do anything harsh. He first thought that maybe his Master was going to spank him, but not quite like the one he did in front of Lucius and Draco.

It depended on how mad James was, Harry guessed. And judging by the way James looked Harry could tell that he was very mad.

So, Harry stayed on the bed, as told, and didn’t move from his spot. It was almost excruciating of a wait; it made him think, because it was so quiet in the room, other than the sound of the shower running behind the bathroom door. He was thinking on his actions and how stupid they’d been. He knew that just because he didn’t like someone, it didn’t mean that he was allowed to throw gobs of mashed potatoes at their heads. Harry rarely begged, but this time he might make an exception. There was no telling what his Master had in mind for him.

When Harry heard the shower finally shut off, his heart raced and his breathing sped as he felt panic flood through him. He gripped at the bed sheets below him, staring at the bathroom door, as he prepared for his father to come out. The moment he would, Harry was going to rush right to him, get down on his knees, and beg like he’d never begged before. It would make him look rather weak, but Harry would rather have no pride at all than whatever punishment James was cooking up right now.

Slowly, the bathroom door opened, and Harry felt a lump form in his throat. He prepared to leap from the bed the moment he saw his father. When the door wasn’t even half way open, Harry sprang from the bed and fell to his knees immediately a few feet from the door.

“Please forgive me, Master,” Harry said to James’ bare feet. “Please! I know what I did was wrong now, and I promise that I won’t ever do it again! I don’t know why Lucius Malfoy bothers me so much. He just… gives me the heebie-jeebies… I can hardly stand being in the same room as him, and I don’t understand why. I’m really, really sorry, and I promise I’ll try to behave better next time!”

Silence. A few heartbeats later, Harry dared to look up at his Master. His eyes slowly traveled up James’ dark jeans, to his leather belt, up his bare torso and chest, to his face. James was staring down at him with a rather grave and intense look. The moment their eyes met, Harry turned his away immediately, knowing full well that he wasn’t supposed to look his Master in the eyes in this situation. His Master was the dominant one here, and Harry didn’t want to jeopardize their arrangement.

“Do you think I would actually not punish you after what you just did all because you begged me not to?” James finally said in a booming voice. Harry flinched slightly, still staring at James’ bare feet. Those feet finally moved around Harry, but Harry stayed on his knees, his head bowed. “If I don’t punish you, Harry, then you’ll never learn… and when Lucius learns that I let you off, the respect I just gained from him would be gone, and I’d be mocked by all the other Masters. Do you want that, Harry?”

James stopped at the bed. Harry finally turned, but stayed on his knees, head bowed, as he slowly approached James.

“No, fa—Master. I don’t wish you to lose any respect as a Master. I know that Lucius Malfoy is at the top of the chain, and that gaining his respect is a great honor…”

“Yet you continue to misbehave in front of him,” James growled. Harry bowed his head even lower, his hands nervously clamped together in his lap. “Get up!” James barked. “And get on the bed where you’re supposed to be.”

Harry’s head rose, his eyes quivering. “Master…”

“Now, Harry! Don’t make me repeat myself or I’ll extend your punishment.”

Harry scrambled from the floor quickly and lay back on the bed. He immediately assumed what was the usual position when being punished. It had been a while since he’d been punished like this, but Harry still remembered. He had his arse in the air, the upper half of his body pressed against the bed.

“No, Harry,” said James. He sat in the middle of the bed and patted his thigh. “Over my lap.”

“Alre—” Harry bit his lip. He was about to say ‘already?’ but he knew that any kind of back talk would earn him more spankings, so he just moved from his position to crawl across his father’s lap.

James stripped Harry of the last of his remaining clothes and tossed it on the floor. Harry tensed slightly when James’s hand smoothed over his bare arse, not sure just when James would start swatting him. When he finally relaxed, the feel of James’s hand coaxing him, James brought his hand up and then smacked Harry’s arse hard, once, startling Harry. James stopped to rub at the spot where his hand hit, and then swatted Harry again, but softer. Harry gripped his father’s thigh as James’ hits became harder and harder. Harry’s whole body tightened like a bowstring, crying out from every rough slap.

“I never thought I’d have to do this again,” said James softly. His hand came down a bit gentler, but it still had its sting. “Maybe I should let Lucius borrow you for a bit to teach you a lesson…”

“NO!” Harry cried. “No, father, please not that…”

James spanked Harry harder, making Harry gasp and jump. “Call me Master. You know better, Harry.”

“Yes, Master,” Harry said hastily to correct himself and get his father to loosen up on his hits. It worked, and James’s swats were becoming less and less harsh. Harry only winced slightly from every smack, but was still panting quietly. His arse was starting to burn. “M-Master?”

James turned his spanks into rough caresses over Harry’s reddening cheeks. His fingers quested between Harry’s crack, running it up and down softly. Harry spread his legs more like the dutiful little slave that he was, raising his arse higher in the air. James’s breath caught in his throat from just the sight of Harry being so wanton. He traced his finger from the top of Harry’s crevice down to the bottom part of his pucker. He circled that little puckered opening softly and it slowly started to open like a flower. James cupped Harry’s balls lightly to raise Harry’s arse higher as he bent his head down to lick at Harry’s hole.

Harry whimpered loudly, pushing himself up more into James’s mouth. James lapped greedily around Harry’s pucker before delving in, wetting Harry with his saliva. James brought his other arm around Harry’s middle to hold him up and used his other hand to play lightly with Harry’s balls. He licked and kissed around Harry’s arse before moving lower and sucking on the skin below it, right above Harry’s sac. Harry’s hole pulsed over and over, missing the feel of James’s tongue.

“Perhaps,” said James hoarsely, “I shouldn’t allow you to come. Would that be a suitable punishment?”

Harry whined. “Fa—Master, no, please… not that!” Harry wiggled. “I promise, I won’t misbehave around Lucius anymore, I swear! I wouldn’t want you humiliated anymore… I promise! Please, Master…”

“Harry,” James whispered against Harry’s entrance. He lipped it with soft kisses, and it winked at him. “I wish I could believe you…”

Harry felt his chest constrict. It was one thing to get punished for misbehaving like he had, but not to have his father’s trust anymore? That was worse!

“Father, no!” Harry cried out, his body shuddering. “You can trust me, father! You can!”

James let Harry continue to call him father since Harry’s punishment was pretty much over with. Hearing how hurt Harry sounded by the mere fact that he didn’t think he could trust Harry anymore made his own heart ache. He dipped his tongue into Harry’s arse again, gaining a sharp whine from Harry. James kissed at Harry’s pucker as if it was Harry’s lips.

“I sure hope that I can, Harry,” James whispered softly.

“Father…” Harry moaned.

James’s cock throbbed so painfully by this time that James couldn’t wait much longer. He rolled Harry over so that he was lying on his back, brought Harry’s legs up over his shoulders, and moved down to kiss Harry. Harry kissed back, flexing his legs around James’s shoulders and lower back. James lightly touched the head of Harry’s cock, rubbing at the wetness he found around his fingers, and then moved down to slide into Harry’s open and waiting hole. Harry moaned softly in James’s mouth as James fingered him gently, taking his time with preparing his son, finding his prostate. Harry’s cock jumped eagerly.

James kept at the steady pace, even when slicking up his own cock to get ready to enter Harry. He twisted his fist around the head of his cock, slicking it up more with pre-come, before pressing it against Harry’s entrance. Harry made a noise in his throat that drove James crazy with lust. He gripped the bed covers on either side of Harry’s head as he pushed forward, breaching Harry wide open with the girth of his cock. Pre-come seeped out as James pushed further.

“Oh, God,” Harry groaned. He whimpered as James continued to fill him up, stretch him. James leaned on his elbows as he thrust, leaning his head down and found Harry’s mouth with his. Harry’s tongue hungrily sought his out and only twirled it around James’s tongue a few times before surrendering and allowing his father to push his tongue deep into his mouth. Harry’s thighs shook as James took him, plundering both mouth and arse—taking what was his—over and over again.

James’s thrusts turned more fierce and hard the closer he came to completion. Harry bore it all, moving his hips with his father’s just as hard, head tossed back and mouth open in a silent scream. The bed rocked and banged against the wall, and at the last few rough thrusts, Harry found his voice and screamed, face red and neck arched painfully. Harry’s thighs tensed. James’s gut clenched.

And then he was coming, hard and deep inside Harry. His hips continued to move as the last bit of his spurts were emptied into his son’s body.

Harry let out a soft breath, hole squeezing reflexively around James’s spent cock. James grunted in annoyance at his son’s cheek and slid his cock out—some pre-come stayed inside, some dribbled out.

“Father?” Harry said weakly, his own cock twitching from not getting relief. “Master?”

“Your punishment, Harry,” said James, panting softly. He stood from the bed and made his way over to their bathroom. Nothing more was said as James shut the door behind him. Harry lay there, panting, and staring at the ceiling in some disbelief. A part of him thought for sure that his father would help bring him to completion, that he would take mercy on him, but he was obviously wrong. For a fearful moment, he thought maybe his father really was that upset with him, and that he would have to finish himself off from now on. Would he have to do things for himself now, or was this the only time?

As he pulled at his cock, thinking on his father, he felt a burning behind his eyes and in his chest, fearing that his father—Master—would never want to touch him in any way again, except to take him for merely his own pleasure.

The sound of movement in the bathroom made Harry jump, and he released his cock, unsure if he was allowed to bring himself off or not. He felt horrible, guilty, and slowly his cock started to become limp. As it went down, it started to hurt, and when Harry noticed that his father wasn’t coming out of the bathroom yet, he gripped his cock again, firmly, and tried to bring himself off quickly. He only got himself half-hard again when the bathroom door finally opened, and Harry let go of himself guiltily.

“You better not be touching yourself,” boomed James.

Harry sank back into the bed, his throat hurting from forcing himself not to cry.

.-.

“Whose my good boy?” said Lucius gruffly, grabbing hold of the back of his son’s white-blonde head and shoving his cock in and out of his son’s tight arse.

“I am,” croaked Draco.

“What was that?” Lucius said, tightening his grip on Draco’s hair.

“I am your good boy… My Master.”

Lucius kissed Draco’s ear. “Good—yes, you’re my good boy, Draco. You’re a very, very good boy…”

He found Draco’s cock, which was weeping excess amounts of pre-come, and pumped it only a few times before Draco was shivering, coming hard all over his father’s fist and the bed below. Lucius pushed Draco more flat on the bed, uncaring if Draco was lying on his own come, and fucked him hard, as if he were just a convenient hole in the mattress. Draco screamed.

“My boy… my lovely son…” Lucius purred before spilling his seed into Draco’s body. “Yessss…”

As Lucius slipped his spent cock out of his son, there was a soft knock at the door. He quickly gathered his robe about him and went to answer it. Draco didn’t want to move, but did so anyway to cover himself up with a silky, but sullied, bed sheet.

“Ah, James,” said Lucius in a hospitable tone. “Good afternoon. I take it that you’ve taught your way-ward slave a lesson already?”

“Yes, I punished my son. I see you were rewarding yours. Did I interrupt?”

“No, you were fortunate that we were just finished. Is there something you wish to discuss with me?” Lucius waved at James to take a seat as he sat on his own high-backed chair. James sat.

“Yes. Arthur Weasley is coming tomorrow, with one of his own, and I was wondering if you were coming with me to greet him, and if so, would it be all right if I left Harry here, with your son?”

Lucius had kept his face a stony blank when James mentioned Arthur, so it was hard to tell if he still had animosity toward the Weasley senior. But with the mention of him wanting Harry to stay with Draco while they do the customary greeting, he smiled politely.

“Of course your son could stay here with Draco, providing that his foul manners don’t rub off on my son.”

“I assure you, my son will behave himself, or he’ll get a worse punishment than he’s got just now. So, are you coming with me? Tradition demands it.”

The Ministry had surprised many some years ago and agreed on one of Voldemort’s demands during the war, which was that slavery become a requirement between father and son (and many wondered if there wasn’t something to this demand, thinking Voldemort had some strange daddy issues). The rule wasn’t received real well for the first year it took effect, seeing as there were many wizards that had sons instead of daughters. About a year after that law had been passed, another one was put into effect that mothers got to take their daughters as slaves if they wished; the mother and daughter slavery act wasn’t mandatory like the father and son act was.

At first, James wasn’t happy when finding out he was the proud owner of a baby boy, not wanting to go through with the master/slave law. But after the sacrifice that Lily made to save Harry from Voldemort, thus defeating Voldemort once and for all, he was quite glad to have his son alive (and deemed inseparable from him thanks to the law). The death of Voldemort should have ended the law, but too many witches and wizards began liking it; therefore, it stayed. James was still a little uneasy about it, which was why he wasn’t as harsh to his son as the other wizards were with theirs.

Molly Weasley, he understood, had others (i.e., no one real close) thinking that she and Ginny had a master/slave thing going on, when really they didn’t. Because it wasn’t mandatory that Molly brought Ginny places where she’d need to use a leash or do anything with her, she was able to get away with it. However, James had to follow protocol and have Harry wear something like a slave’s outfit, a collar, and a leash almost everywhere they went. Usually, every other Sunday, he and Harry stayed home so that they could have at least one day where they didn’t have to be master and slave. In the privacy of their own home, they’re able to act like normal father and son.

But here, at Lucius Malfoy’s home, they had to act the part—be the part—of the usual master and slave couple. James had to discipline Harry when he got out of control, and they had to be close, intimately. James found he didn’t mind that part so much, but he didn’t like to spank Harry if he could help it.

Tomorrow night, Arthur was going to join them in the usual protocol, but James wasn’t sure which son Arthur was bringing this time. They, James and Lucius, were bound by the law to go meet up with Arthur at the train station and escort him to the manor. James had to admit, the law that was put into place actually kept a lot of the wizarding families from wanting to kill each other. Normally, Lucius wouldn’t be caught dead greeting Arthur Weasley and inviting him into his home; still, the law demanded it. Lack of such manners was frowned upon in the master/slave circle.

“I suppose I will come with you to meet Arthur Weasley,” said Lucius, looking sour. “It is my manor he’s coming to, after all.”

“Of course,” said James, fighting not to smirk. “Will you have the house-elves prepare a room for them?”

“Naturally,” said Lucius with a slight sneer. He called for a house-elf and told it sternly just what he wanted. James could never treat his own house-elf like that; he never saw a reason to.

“Now then,” said Lucius once the house-elf had disappeared. “I will get ready to accompany you to the station. You bring your son into the room tomorrow; however, make sure he keeps his leash on. I want a good impression all around when Mr. Weasley arrives.”

“Of course,” said James, and he left, wondering if it was such a good idea to come to the manor after all, protocol or not.

TBC

AN: I apologize in advance if anything offends anyone. It’s my kinky muse’s fault.