Slave of the Dark

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Happy Halloween everyone.

Thank you to all the people, who read the previous chapter and a special thank you to the ones that reviewed.

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Malfoy turned around to leave Voldemorts quarters. When Harry didn't made a move to follow him the blonde gave him a nasty glare, took hold of his neck and forcefully dragged him out.


While he was let along a corridor he noticed the change of interior. Contrary to the noble decorated part of the manor from which they came from, the last few corridors looked somehow plainer, as if it were meant to house servants. He doubted Draco Malfoy had ever set foot in it.


The older man stopped suddenly, opened a door to his right and threw Harry in a pitch black room.
The boy landed with an “uff” on his knees and scared turned around. With a flick of his wand Malfoy lit the few lights present on the walls.

“Now you will receive your first lesson of many. This one is called submission.” and continued in a cool voice “Now take off your clothes.”

Harry just stared at him in shock.

“Didn't you hear me boy, I said take off your clothes.” he repeated in a dangerous tone.

“...hmnh...”

“What did you say?”

“...no...” the youth mumbled a little louder and replied in an even stronger voice
“No, I will not strip for you.” Defiant eyes looked up.

The hit that followed made his cheek throb in pain.

“You-will-not-disobey-me.
The Dark Lord was right, you really need some manners pounded into you, boy.
And I think a bit of pain will solve this behaviour problem of yours just fine.”

With a swish of the blonds wand Harry was unable to move and sunk to the ground, as his muscles were forced to relax against his will.
Malfoy kneeled over his laying body.

“Flagrante”

Confused the youth looked up, when nothing followed the others incantation.
In the next moment his sleeve was roughly pushed up.

Searing pain erupted where a finger of the older touched his uncovered skin.
The pain crawled up and down his arm, when Malfoy stroked along it.
With something resembling a loving expression on his face, he admired the angry red burn marks he had caused the boy.

At first, the black haired youth was able to stifle his cries, but as time went by and the other arm was nearly fully covered in wounds and the blond started on his hip and side, tears streamed down his face.
Unable to hold back any longer screams of agony wormed its way out of his throat.

“Will you obey my orders now?”

Malfoy underlined his question with a long soft stroke along Harry's spine.

“Please, no more...”

“Say that you will follow my orders, Harry, and I will make the pain stop.” The Death Eater whispered softly.

Nothing but silence answered him.

A pair of hands travelled up the boys stomach ... over the prominent ribs ... until they reached his nipples.

Harry couldn't stop himself any more. Uncontrolled sobs and spasms shook his body.

“You know the words to end this, Harry. Just say them.”

“All ... all right. Please stop. I will do as you say.”

The older removed his hands and stood up.

“I will numb your pain. If you lay perfectly still, you will be fine. However, if you move just an inch the pain will come back full force. You see, I keep my promises. There are a few things I need to take care of. I will come back in a few hours and then we will see, if you meant what you just said.”

Harry lay on the ground awaiting Malfoy's return.
At first the cold floor was a blessing to the heat he felt radiating of his skin where the burn marks must have been.
Too afraid to move his head to make sure, he just lay there.
But after hours, or so it seemed to the broken boy, the freezing cold started to creep trough Dudley's old and worn thin clothes, up his limbs and took hold of his whole body.
The spasms had long ago subsided and the shaking of the cries was now replaced by shivers of cold.

As he lay there, suppressed thoughts were running through his head.

'How could my life turn out like this, just from one day to the other? I wished I never set foot on this grounds.' he thought bitterly.
'But Ron ... I couldn't leave him to die. He is after all one of my best friends. Everything would have been just fine if we hadn't been caught. How did they even know we had been there?'

Finally the sound of nearing foot steps and the opening of a door reached his ears.

The blond came to a halt next to his head and surveyed the shivering youth.

“Well, it seems you have been a good boy.”

An incantation was mumbled and the last traces of pain vanished.

“Up with you, Potter.”

Harry followed the order and stood before the Death Eater with his head hung low.

“You know what I want you to do.”

Slowly Harry started to pull the worn trough shirt over his head.

As it fell to the floor and he was forced to start unbuttoning his jeans, his cheeks flushed a deep red.

Hesitantly he pushed his trousers down and stepped out of them. Pleadingly he looked up.

“Your underwear, shoes and socks too. And don't make me wait.” replied Malfoy, the corners of his lips twitching upwards in cruel amusement.

Defeated Harry took them off too.

A cold gaze travelled up and down his body. Uncomfortable he tried to cover his nakedness with both of his hands.

“Take your hands away. It wouldn't help you here to be shy.”

“Please no ...”
But he complied anyway.

The Death Eater stepped closer and begun to run his hands over the boy's hips and then changed direction to his cock and balls.

Hands balled to fists, Harry gritted his teeth but remained motionless.

“I have to admit, your obidence surprised me. Maybe I should award you?”

The hand on his cock strengthened his hold.

“ungh”

“I think I know with what we will start. You see, the part of the Manor the Malfoy family resides in is surrounded by strong wards. Unlike for these servant's quarters you need something to grant you entry to our private rooms.”

He took something out of his pocket and showed it to the boy.
Harry saw a silver ring on the man's palm.

“Well, sit down and hold still or you will hurt yourself more than necessary.”

He bend over the youth's form and then it dawned on Harry. That wasn't a ring to wear on a finger but a piercing, and as Malfoy grabbed his cock he know where it would be placed.

“No, please don't do this.” he pleaded to his master but didn't dare to move.

The hand that grabbed him, now started to stroke him to hardness. But due to Harry's panic his penis remained half hard at most.

“I wouldn't have expected our hero to have problems getting hard, maybe this will help you in this matter.”

A finger, coated in some slippery stuff, was roughly shoved up his ass. It started to massage his inner walls, was pulled out and pushed in alongside a second one.
Against Harry's will his member started to rise. A cock ring was pushed over it and rested now on the base of his penis.

A long, slightly curved, silver needle came into view. Seeing this, Harry tried in vain to wiggle free. He stilled when the grip around his cock grew stronger and every move started to hurt down there.

“Now the fun part begins.” the Deatheater murmured in his ear.

With wide eyes the youth watched as the needle was placed on the tip of his penis. It was then slowly pushed into his urethra.

“Ahhhhhh!”

The pain that had followed, forced Harry to close his eyes. Tears streamed down his cheeks. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the trail of blood first. It ran down his member and over the Deatheater's hand, that still hold him in a death grip. The second thing he dizzily noticed was the pointed end of the needle, that stuck out of his now flaccid cock.

“See, it wasn't so hard now, was it? The ring I showed you before-” The needle was yanked out of Harry's member.

“-has a Charm embedded. It will allow you to set food in my personal rooms, without the need of a family member constantly touching you to do so.”

With a tip of the blond's wand the ring was opened.

“Of course the room you will spend the majority of your time in will be my bedroom.”

The silver ring was put through the wound. It closed flawlessly, after Malfoy tipped at it again, without a chance of ever removing it himself.

“You will receive the next markings of my ownership through your skin in a few days time. For now let's get you settled in. Follow me, boy.”

Harry had difficulty following. His member hurt with every step he took. He hadn't been allowed to put his clothes back on, and so his head hung low out of shame to be forced to walk around stark naked.

Finally they reached their destination - a luxurious room with pale green tapestry on the walls and a four poster bed, big enough to fit three people comfortably in it, standing to the side.

“Before I will allow you into my bed, you have to get cleaned up. You absolutely reek.”

He pointed to an adjourning room. “Go and wash yourself. When you're finished, call me.”

Harry did as told and went into the bathroom. Happy to get the layer of sweat and grime of the last few days off his body, or have it already been weeks? He doesn't know any more. He scrubbed himself clean with a wash cloth. To wash his hurt member was a more difficult endeavour. Every time he accidentally touched the tip or the ring a wave of pain let him flinch.

After he finished his task, he uncertainly stood in the door.

“I've finished.”

“Good, boy, but the next time you will address me as Sir or master, did I make myself clear?” the blond went to him.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now, kneel on the floor and rise your arse up.
I don't like to dirty myself whenever I take you. So I expect you to do this every morning, noon and before going to bed.”

With his face on the floor and Harry's back facing Malfoy, he didn't see what was happening behind him. A tube was pushed inside him and water started to fill his bowels.
His stomach started to distend slightly.
“I think that is enough to clean you. Clench your muscles so nothing of the water will leak out.”

The tube was pulled out of him and Harry dutifully clenched the ring of muscles.

“Go over to the toilet and sit, then let everything out.”

It was very uncomfortable for him to stand up and not to loose anything, when the water was sloshing around.

After he released, the youth was forced to kneel again.

Water filled him a second time, but now it was a much larger amount. So much, that his insides hurt. His belly distended quite noticeably.

'Oh my god, oh my god, I can't take any more. Please make it stop.' Harry thought desperately.

After 12 minutes the water did indeed stop, but just when Harry thought he should stand up and could expell it in the toilet again, a butt plug was forced up his ass.

“This is just to keep the water trapped inside you.” the blond said.
“I like it, when my boys are filled to the brim with whatever I stuff inside them. Come on, get up and follow me.”

Malfoy watched amused, when Harry tried to stand up and promptly grabbed his stomach. They left the bathroom and entered the bedroom.

“I want you to crawl an my bed.”

Harry felt embarrassed, when he was again forced on his knees. He crawled the rest of the way to the bed. The plug moved with every move he did.


TBC

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