a slave like harry

Title: A Slave Like Harry
Author: romanticfae
Beta: gorgeousbowneyes
Disclaimer: All belongs to JK Rowling and her affiliates, no profit is being made – although don’t we all wish that we were her and had heaps of money?
Warnings: This is SLASH! Contains abuse, non-con, D/s, elements of BDSM, anal sex, rape, tortured Harry, Humiliated Harry and probably more! Don’t read if any of this is not your cup of tea.

AN: Ok here goes the next installment of my very weird little harrylucius porn story.


Chapter Two

“Hello, little Gryffindor. How are you feeling this fine, bright, morning?” said a cold, vindictive voice.
Harry looked up at his old rival Draco, and stared into those cold eyes. Ever year he looked more and more like his father, his hair had grown, along with the rest of his body. His height now topped Harry, especially since he enjoyed a good diet. He had wonderful muscle tone, Merlin knows what caused that. He was looking better than ever. His marriage to Pansy Parkinson was public knowledge and it must have agreed with him.
But Harry wasn’t really concerned with how Draco looked, more the evil glint in his eye. Every time Harry had come into contact with Draco, he had ended up in a tremendous amount of pain, and he stared at him with trepidation. He shuddered, remembering the last time he’d seen Draco, a thought flitting before his eyes.
”Don’t worry, dog, only my thumb to go. Push out and I’ll just slip it in. Then we will get down to business, slut.”
Harry shook the memory from his mind.
Draco knelt down and looked Harry square in the face. “Don’t worry my little bitch, I’m not allowed to touch you tonight. Father hasn’t authorized another little session between us just yet, says he saving that for when you get out of line.”
Draco's evil smirk sent chills down Harry’s spine, and he let out a feeble little whimper that only served to make the smirk on Draco's face get bigger. Harry tried to edge away from the big blonde man, nudging his small sore bottom away from the threat in the eyes of his Master’s son.
“P-p-please, sir, may I ask what you wish of me?” whispered a broken Harry.
“No you may not, my little dog. You are a slave and it is not your place to know. But since I am feeling particularly wonderful, I’ll tell you. My father has sent me to fetch you, make sure you are clean, and take your arse down to his to his study. I do believe that he has something particularly diabolical planned for you, of course it will be entertaining for me, but probably not for you.” He then reached over and unlocked Harry’s chain from the bed post, yanking it forward and pulling Harry towards the bathroom.
“Hurry up you little mongrel!” snarled the blonde. “If I must do the job of a house elf, I expect to get perks! Now get in that shower and give me a show,” he said, pushing Harry into the marble enclosure that was the shower.
Harry quickly soaped up his body, cataloguing his bruises, abrasions and miscellaneous hurts, as the blonde watched with eyes that crawled like slugs over his body.
“I want to see you wash that arse, little bitch, poke that tush out and soap it up. Spread those cheeks, I want to see your hole. I want to see you wash all my father’s seed out of your chute,” snapped Draco as he started to un zip his pants. He pulled out a nicely shaped cock in Harry’s opinion ... wait. Harry shuddered and reprimanded himself. Don’t think like that Harry! You are not a slut no matter what they say!
Draco started to rub as Harry did as ordered, first washing his cheeks, pulling his bottom open occasionally so Draco caught glimpses of his pink, swollen rosebud. He slowly moved his fingers down and pushed a finger into his own heat, moaning as pain flared around his abused pucker.
“Yes, moan you little slut, I know you like it, your such a sweet, submissive, bitch. We just had to show you that you were nothing but a pathetic, mongrel, pup who was worth nothing more than to be a Malfoy's pet. Now, move that finger faster, fuck yourself, get that hole nice and ready for whatever my father has planned for your little slave butt. Now, add another in. I want to be watching your hole spread on three of those fingers soon.” While Draco was snarling this abrasive dialogue he had been fisting himself to Harry’s show. His large cock dripped with pre-cum as Draco got off on Harry’s degradation, those once fiery green eyes now dull, weighed down by the shackles that imprisoned him in the Malfoy Manor and to the Malfoy’s themselves. Just the thought was erotic to Draco, especially seeing his old school rival disgraced in this way.
Draco was moaning now, having gotten really hot on watching Harry's three fingers plunder his perky behind. He listened as the young man’s breath hitched as he either touched spots that caused him to moan in anguish or his breath shudder in pleasure. Harry was spreading his fingers to make sure it hurt, probably more than it had to.
The blonde man’s hands sped up as he reached his zenith, white cream spilling over his hands to splatter on the floor. He took a moment to catch his breath, then once more took up his evil demeanour.
“Get out of that shower now, dog! I do believe you are clean enough. Get over here and clean up my spillage, lap it up like the dog you are.”
He walked over and pushed him onto his knees, using his leather boot to guide Harry to the spilt seed. He watched as Harry lowered his head to lap at the white, creamy seed that splattered the floor. After he had finished lapping at the spill, Draco reattached Harry’s lease, and yanked at the chain, dragging Harry out of the bathing chamber.