Hole

At the doorway Draco paused, then cast a quick spell to cleanse Hole's legs of the dripping blood-streaked cum. "Lie face-down on my bed and spread your legs," he ordered.

When the slave had obeyed, Draco sat between the spread legs and parted the exposed buttocks, marred only by one or two small bruises, to reveal Hole's red, abused arsehole. As he watched, a small bubble of cum leaked out of the stretched hole. Draco used the fingers of his left hand to part the barely resisting opening before inserting his wand and casting a mild healing charm. The flutter of fear under his hands was arousing, and he put his wand away in favour of inserting several fingers to feel carefully around the stretched arsehole and probe for more extensive damage. It seemed, however, that the cum-slicked arse was unharmed. Casually, Draco allowed his fingers to drift across Hole's prostate with increasing pressure. The boy stifled a noise in his throat.

Draco grinned before removing his fingers and pulling the boy into a better position. In one swift move he breached the loose opening and drove his waiting rock-hard cock in to the hilt. This time the boy yelped.

"Quiet, Hole," Draco ordered in a conversational tone. "I am busy enjoying your arse and I do not wish to be distracted."

With that he gave himself over to roughly plundering the delicious pre-slicked hole at his disposal. This time was going to be quick - he had delayed this moment too long already. Soon his rough, deep thrusts became erratic and then he groaned with pleasure as he spurted into the velvety clamp of Hole's arse.

Gently he continued to thrust with his softening cock, and then without warning he leaned forward and bit viciously into the sweat-gilded shoulder of the slave underneath him. Hole didn't let out a sound, but curved into an agonised arch under the loose, satisfied weight of his master until finally Draco released his teeth.

"Good boy," Draco said softly. One hand smoothed the indented flesh as he withdrew at last and rolled onto his back. "Come and ride me now," he ordered.

The exhausted slave climbed into position. Draco became half-hard again watching his own cum slipping down the boy's leg as he positioned himself and slid carefully onto Draco's long slim cock. The slave's thigh muscles quivered as he strove to establish a rhythm.

Draco pulled another pillow under his head so that he could observe the slender boy's movements. Idly, he stretched out a languid hand to toy with Hole's limp cock, bobbing in its nest of dark curls and gently curved a hand to caress the shaft and cup the soft balls. It amused him to see that Hole had pressed his mouth firmly closed and there was absolutely no sign of response in the genitals Draco was exploring so carefully. The slave's face was contorted with his efforts and Draco was enjoying the show. He pinched the boy's soft belly, just above those dark curls, and slid enquiring fingers up to wrench at the nipples his father had already abused.

As Hole began to tire to the point where he could not keep an effective rhythm, Draco tired of the game. Using a spell to lighten the slave, Draco sat up and braced himself before raising the boy up and slamming him down in a fast, beautiful rhythm. Soon he was once more pouring himself out into that hot, perfect hole.

When he had finished, he opened his eyes and looked up at the blankly exhausted face of his newest slave. Really, he should send him down to the kitchens, where the off-duty guards would be awaiting their usual 'perks' - but then again, they could wait. There was a long night ahead and he had a new toy to play with.

Draco gestured to Hole to lie beside him, and pulled him in close so that Draco's satiated cock was nestled snugly into the sweet cleft of Hole's soft arse. Mmmmmm. With a quiet murmur of "Nox" darkness descended and he fell asleep.