The Establishment

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Part Two

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Harry's heart began beating faster, and he held his breath as the man reached up to what Harry guessed was his neck, and the cloak, along with the hood, silently slid off the man’s body. Harry gasped loudly as he recognised the long, platinum-white hair.

It was Lucius Malfoy.

Lucius slowly turned to face him, smirking all the while. Harry stood motionless, too afraid to move, and he held his breath as Lucius approached. Harry's mind was racing. He had never for one second imagined it would be Lucius Malfoy. There were so many others he had thought of, so he had to wonder why they had chosen Malfoy. Then it occurred to him. The others he would've picked would’ve been too lenient, whereas Lucius would never be. Although the idea terrified him, he also couldn’t deny that the prospect of Lucius Malfoy being the one excited him. At that moment, Harry convinced himself that he would be fearless, and that he could endure anything that Lucius threw at him.

Lucius was now standing in front of Harry, and their eyes locked. Slowly, Lucius’s gaze shifted downward, and it appeared as if he was examining Harry’s body. Lucius’s mouth curled into a suggestive smile and started to circle Harry. Harry remained absolutely still, but soon found himself shifting uncomfortably under the man’s scrutinising eyes.

After circling a few more times around Harry's stoic body, Lucius stopped in front of him, nodded approvingly, and then walked over to the medium-sized table. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small wooden box and set it gently down. Harry watched the blond’s every move, and even tried stretching his neck in the hopes to catch a glimpse at what was hidden inside. Lucius pulled out several items and slid them into his front pocket. He crossed back over to where Harry was still standing and looked down at him, smirking once again.

Harry cried out when his nipples were pinched.

“Does that hurt?” Lucius taunted.

Harry's eyes narrowed in defiance. “No.”

Lucius raised a brow. “No?” He pinched them again, and Harry inhaled sharply. Lucius smirked. “I wonder. Will you cry for me?”

Harry clenched his teeth at the throbbing pain. “No,” he said again, this time firmly.

A half-smile formed on Lucius’s lips, and then he twisted Harry’s nipples. “Will you scream for me?”

“No,” Harry hissed.

With a smug expression, Lucius let go of Harry's left nipple and Harry tried not to gasp in relief. Lucius reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, metal clamp. Attached to it was a thin chain and at the end of it swung another clamp. Harry breathed in through his nose, but after glancing at Lucius’s expressionless face, he looked up at him and scowled. Keeping his eyes solely on Harry’s, Lucius fondled one of his nipples between two fingers before stretching it and then snapped the clamp firmly on it. Harry’s breath caught in his throat. Lucius merely smirked at him and ran the end of the other clamp across Harry's chest and pulled at Harry's other nipple. Harry grimaced, but refused to cry out as the other bit into his skin.

Lucius observed Harry’s expression for a moment and then glanced down. He smiled with amusement as he met Harry's eyes again. Harry was hard. Harry's face flushed when he had realised that his body had betrayed him, but kept looking at Lucius resolutely. Without looking back down, Lucius grabbed Harry's cock and yanked on it. This time Harry couldn’t help but moan. Lucius reached in his pocket once again and pulled out a rubber ring, no larger than 3 inches in width. Attached to the outside edge was a small metal ring. Lucius held Harry's cock firmly at the base with one hand, and he pushed the ring over the tip with his other. He slid it down Harry's cock, pulling the foreskin with it. Once the ring was down as far it could go, Lucius held it in place and tugged on the now-tightened flesh, pulling his foreskin up Harry's length until it covered the end.

Harry gasped loudly when he saw Lucius pull out his wand from his side pocket, but Lucius ignored him. He tapped the ring, and it tightened painfully. Harry closed his eyes and growled in agony.

“Is that too tight?” Lucius mocked, whispering in Harry's ear.

Harry's eyes snapped open. “No,” he snarled.

Lucius took out another rubber ring from his pocket. This one was smaller, and it had a metal ring attached to it as well. Lucius pushed it against Harry’s cock, but it seemed that it was too tight to slide over the tip. Lucius sneered and pushed harder. Harry hissed as the end of his prick had finally managed to squeeze through it, and it stopped just past his glans.

Lucius reached into his pocket for the last time, and pulled out a third ring, much smaller than the other two. Harry's expression turned into disbelief. He knew what Lucius was implying, and he shook his head. There was no way his balls would be able to fit into it. For the first time since he had entered this room, Harry felt genuine fear. He looked up at Lucius panicking, but the man’s face was calm and held no sign of aggression. Harry glanced back at the tiny ring, and suddenly it became clear. Harry could say “No” to anything he wasn’t comfortable with. It didn’t mean, however, that everything else would stop. He could simply refuse. Harry stared at the ring again. It would hurt. There was no doubt about that.

Harry tugged on his bottom lip and wondered. Surely they wouldn’t have had Lucius show him the ring if they already knew that Harry would automatically reject it, would they? Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He did want to push himself to the limit. He told himself that several times before coming here. So, Harry opened his eyes and looked at Lucius. He nodded timidly. Harry could have sworn Lucius had smiled briefly, but he wasn’t sure.

Lucius knelt down in front of him and gently pulled on Harry's arm, indicating that he was to lie down. Nervously, Harry lowered himself to the floor and allowed Lucius to gently push him to a prone position. He watched Lucius intently as he nestled himself between Harry's parted legs and gently pulled at Harry's scrotum, careful not to touch his testicle. Harry's body shivered and unconsciously shook his head. Lucius looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“No? You’re not afraid, are you?” the man asked, but it wasn’t quite a taunt this time.

Harry closed his eyes again and inhaled slowly, holding it briefly.

He knew he was having second doubts again, but then he remembered what the young woman had told him:

Don’t give in too soon…

He opened his eyes and glared at Lucius. “No, I’m not.”

With a smirk, Lucius turned his attention back to Harry's balls, spat in his hand and rubbed saliva over them. Lucius gently gripped one of them between his finger and thumb. Despite the fact that Harry's ball was a smaller size, it still seemed doubtful that it would be able to go through the ring. Lucius squeezed it tight and pushed it through with the index finger of his hand, and Harry screamed shrilly as the pain tore through him. Lucius tried to restrain the boy as he struggled in his grasp.

Lucius leaned over Harry's body and whispered, “Do you want me to stop?”

A tear slid down Harry's face and he tried to control his breathing. Every part of his mind screamed, “Yes, you bastard!”, but the stubborn Gryffindor in him knew a challenge when he heard one. Through watery eyes, he leered up at Lucius and snarled, “No.”

Lucius’s eyebrows rose in surprise, and Harry smirked although he knew it would be next to impossible that there could be sufficient room to force the second ball through the ring. But he would not show Lucius his incertitude. Lucius gripped his loose hanging sac and pulled it down, enough to where it was just a thin piece of skin filling the hole. Keeping the retention on the loosen flesh, Lucius pushed and squeezed and then pushed harder on the remaining testicle. Harry's screams rose in volume and then suddenly his testicle popped through the ring to join the other. Still screaming, Harry was released, and he rolled up into a small ball on his side, hands grasping his throbbing groin.

Harry gasped for air and barely sensed the hand that was touching his forehead, pushing away his sweaty fringe. He did feel his torso being lifted up, however, and it was placed on folded legs. A warm hand caressed Harry’s arm gently.

“You can stop this with one word,” a soft voice whispered.

It took a moment for Harry to realise that it was Lucius’s voice, but it was neither mocking nor cruel. It was filled with sincere concern and Harry took strength from it. Still trembling, Harry found himself shaking his head.

“It’s not too late,” Lucius said quietly. “You can end this now.”

Harry shook his head again. “No,” he said, voice cracking. Through his muddled mind, he reminded himself again on why he was here. It’s what he had wanted after all. To face what he had always suspected, but never dared to admit it…to himself or to anyone else.

“No,” Harry said, more clearly. “I’m fine.”

Harry’s body was lifted into a sitting position, and he braced himself on shaky arms. He took a deep, cleansing breath and held it. After a moment, Harry slowly exhaled and looked up at Lucius.

“I’m fine,” Harry repeated, confidently.

Lucius nodded once, stood and held out his hand. “Rise,” he commanded, his voice resuming the same tone it had once held.

Harry reached for Lucius’s hand and rose to his feet. He held his head up and stared at Lucius, grimacing slightly at the dull throb in his balls. It still hurt but fortunately the pain was receding. Harry didn’t even want to think of how it would be removed. Lucius walked behind him, and his arms encircled Harry. He rubbed his hands together in front of Harry's chest, then reached down and cradled Harry’s tender balls.

“This shall be the only comfort I give you,” Lucius stated.

Suddenly, Harry gasped as a warm fervour filled his groin, and unconsciously he tilted his head back and sighed. Whatever Lucius had done to it, it had worked. All too soon, however, the hands were gone, leaving only a faint tingling sensation. Harry tried to hide his contented smile. There was no doubt in his mind now that he would be able to continue. He opened his eyes and looked at Lucius expectantly.

Lucius lips curled slightly then with a nod, he stated, “Come here.”

Harry walked towards him but stopped four feet away from Lucius. The man turned his attention to the small box on the table and pulled out a tiny glass jar.

“Turn around, place your hands on your knees and bend over,” he ordered once he had faced Harry again.

Harry looked at him sceptically but did as he was told. As he leaned over, Harry felt true embarrassment knowing that he was so exposed; so vulnerable. He flinched slightly when a cold, wet finger grazed over his tightly sealed pucker.

“I wonder. Are you a virgin, boy?” Lucius mused, but Harry remained quiet.

The finger was gone and then it returned with what felt like a good lump of grease. The tip of Lucius’s finger worked it along the cleft of his bum and all round his entrance. Harry’s hole opened slightly but as soon as Lucius touched it, it closed. Lucius put some more grease on his finger, and this time he pushed firmly but gently in the center. To Harry’s surprise, there was only the slightest resistance, and it opened up enough to let Lucius’s first digit slip in easily. Harry could feel the first knuckle enter, then the second, and then he sighed quietly when he felt that the finger was completely sheathed.

“It doesn’t feel like you’re one,” Lucius said, breathing heavily.

Lucius pulled his finger completely out and slowly pushed it back in. The tight ring of muscle gave way, but Harry’s anus closed firmly about Lucius’s finger. The man pulled it out again just as slow, only to push it back in deeper. Lucius continued to do this until Harry began to move with him.

“You like this, don't you?” Lucius whispered. “You’re riding my finger like a whore,” he taunted. “So now tell me truthfully. Are you a virgin?”

Harry didn’t know if it was rhetorical question or not, but he wouldn’t have been able to answer through his panting. He knew he was rutting against the man’s finger, and a part of his mind was completely disgusted, but the other part couldn’t stop himself from moaning. But it was when Lucius withdrew his finger and nudged Harry’s slacken hole with something larger – perhaps two fingers – that Harry stood up straight and gasped sharply.

“No!” he cried.

Lucius stared at him emotionless, then a small smirk crossed his lips.

“You are a virgin after all,” he stated, and again Harry remained silent. Lucius sneered and yanked on Harry's nipple chain. “Aren’t you?” he demanded.

Harry winced at the pain and nodded. Lucius released the chain, and lifted Harry's chin with the tip of his fingers, high enough so he could stare into green eyes.

“Then we will skip the next step.”

Harry frowned as soon as the man turned around, wondering what the next step might have been. Lucius looked over his shoulder and motioned to Harry with a tilt of his head.

“Grab the bar,” he ordered.

Harry nodded and walked over to the centre of the room to where the bar that was hanging from two poles was and jumped up, firmly gripping it. His legs were dangling and his toes were just clear of the ground.

“You will stay like that until either one of us tells you to let go. Understand?”

Harry’s heart sped up and automatically replied, “Yes”, but his mind was demanding to know just who ‘us’ referred to. He watched Lucius as he walked over to the wall to the left of him and leaned against it. Lucius rapped on it loudly with his knuckles then casually folded his arms over his chest.

Harry looked at him curiously then softly gasped as the door in front of him swung open. A pale young man entered. He strolled across the room, smirking. His arrogance was only matched by his father.

Draco Malfoy.


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Draco stopped two feet in front of Harry and then reached out and gripped his balls. Harry let out a sharp cry and immediately closed his eyes tight. The memory of the recent pain washed over him.

“Does that hurt?” Draco taunted.

Harry’s eyes snapped open. “No,” he said confidently with a sneer. He wasn’t about to show this prat any weakness.

“Pity,” the blond taunted, and then released Harry's trapped balls.

Harry inwardly sighed of relief. Draco took a half of step back and grinned wickedly. He caressed the back of his hand along Harry's cheek in a mocking fashion.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he said, drawing out the ‘s’.

Harry raised his head in defiance. “Then do it,” he challenged.

Draco lifted an eyebrow and laughed. “Eager, are we?” He leaned in close and brushed his lips against Harry’s ear. “Will you cry for me?” he asked, echoing his father’s earlier words.

“No,” Harry said resolutely.

“Will you scream for me?” Draco whispered in a low and dangerous voice.

“No,” Harry hissed.

Draco pulled back and smirked. “Well. We’ll find out soon enough, won't we?”

Harry's heart raced as he watched Draco walk over to the table, reached into the small box, and then made a show of pulling out a thin, long strap. With his other hand, he pulled out a short-length riding crop. He glanced over at Harry sideways; his smirk never leaving his lips. He turned and walked casually towards Harry, swinging the strap high in the air.

“I would think that this would hurt,” Draco mused out loud. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re an arrogant little--”

Before Harry could finish his sentence, a sharp smack landed across his upper thigh, just inches away from Harry’s balls. Harry yelped in shock.

“Draco! Remember what I taught you!” Lucius shouted.

Draco turned to his father and narrowed his eyes. “I know!” he hissed, then he realised the tone he had just used towards his father. Draco's eyes widened as Lucius took a dangerous step in his direction. “I’m sorry, father. It won't happen again,” he said quickly.

Lucius stopped. “See that it doesn’t.”

Draco turned back to Harry only to find him smirking at him. He backhanded Harry across the face.

“What are you smirking at?” Draco sneered. “That just earned you extra lashes.”

Harry ran his tongue across his lower lip. Luckily it wasn’t bleeding. “Then what are you waiting for?” Harry asked defiantly.

Draco pulled on Harry's nipple chain until they were chest to chest. “For you to beg me.”

Harry opened his mouth to spit out, “Never”, but Draco quickly let go of the chain, stepped about five feet back, and lifted up his arm. The strap sliced through the air before landing on Harry's lower thighs. Harry gasped from the sudden pain, but refused to cry out. He wouldn’t give Malfoy – Draco – the satisfaction. He adjusted his grip on the hanging bar and raised a mocking eyebrow as if to ask, “Is that it?” Draco growled and with full force, struck Harry across the chest. There was a slight pause before Harry took several breaths of air and then screamed as the pain registered.

Draco ran his finger over the white stripe that was quickly turning into an ugly shade of red. "You see how the bone is so near the surface here that every strike hurts four to five times more than ones delivered to…” Draco paused and patted Harry's quivering bum. “…other areas of the body?”

Upon seeing Harry's jaw clinch and refusing to answer him, Draco grabbed his chin and forced him to look directly at him.

“You made me angry once, but I will not allow you to do it again,” Draco warned.

Harry frowned and watched him curiously as he stepped closer. Isn't that what Draco had wanted? To see him scream in pain? Suddenly, Draco reached up and cupped Harry's face, stroking his thumb on Harry's cheek. He smiled wickedly.

“I want to be in full control when I make you scream.” Draco leaned down to breathe into Harry's ears. “Make you cry. And to make you beg me to stop and release you.”

Release him? Harry tilted his head to the side in confusion, and opened his mouth to ask him what exactly was he referring to, because Harry wasn’t bound to the bar. Ignoring his obvious impending question, Draco took that opportunity to bend down and bite the side of Harry's neck. Harry cried out in surprise. After a moment, Draco released his hold, and licked his way up Harry's throat and then stopped to nip at his lobe.

“Oh, yes,” Draco whispered hoarsely. “You will scream. Your desire to come will consume you so completely that you will beg me.” He bit Harry's outer ear. “And you will, won't you?”

Now that Harry finally understood what Draco was referring to, he closed his eyes, leaned his head back, and let that erotic image fill his mind. When he felt Draco step back, he re-opened his eyes. Draco was smiling at him. He draped the strap over Harry’s shoulder, and let it tease Harry's nipple clamps.

“I wonder how many you’ll need?” he mused out loud, sliding the strap off Harry ever so slowly.

With a small wink, Draco walked behind Harry, and Harry instantly began to take in short, shallow breaths; his anticipation mounting. A moment of silence lingered, and then with every second that ticked by, the waiting was becoming more and more excruciating.

When the first strike to his bum hit, Harry sucked in a large amount of air and held it. It didn’t hurt exactly, but it stung tremendously. There was another pause before another blow landed on Harry's left cheek. Harry gasped and his body swung gently from the force. His legs twitched briefly and no sooner that it had stopped, the strap caught Harry's right cheek, and Harry couldn’t help himself from crying out.

“That’s it. Scream for me,” Draco teased.

Draco held the strap over his shoulder and began the downward swing. Harry, hearing the hiss of the lash as it descended, tensed and the muscles in his bottom and his shoulders tightened in anticipation of the pain that was sure to come. But strangely the strap merely thudded across his bare rump, and Harry’s shoulders sagged in disappointment. After a few moments, the leather cracked sharply against his flesh, and Harry's body jerked from the force and from the pain that was coursing through him. An odd strangled noise - half scream, half moan - was wrenched from him.

Six times Draco brought the lash crashing down across Harry's naked backside, and each one landed with a different type of force, and the lash never hit the same place twice. Even through his muddled mind, Harry had noticed a routine in Draco's attacks. He would make absolute sure that Harry's body stopped moving before his next strike. Apparently, Draco wanted Harry to feel each and every blow.

And Harry did feel them. His entire body screamed with desire, and Harry wasn’t sure if he wanted Draco to stop, or to carry on without mercy. But as the stinging smacks continued to land across his flaming bum, it became clear to Harry that it was the latter. In fact, Harry was no longer screaming. He was merely gasping. Yes, he definitely wanted more. Harry began to wonder just how much more he could take without begging to be released from this agonising deprivation.

It was a moment of sudden silence that had caused Harry to realise that Draco had stopped. He fluttered his eyes open and stared at Draco, who was now standing before him. Looking at him through tear-filled eyes, he could see that Draco was smiling in amusement. Draco closed the small distance that separated them, and ran his thumb over Harry's cheek, catching one of Harry's fallen tears.

“I knew I could make you cry. I knew I could make you scream,” he whispered. “Now let’s see if I can make you beg.”

Harry groaned in frustration because he knew that he was already there. He would be begging Draco to release him, and he wouldn’t feel any shame in doing so. Harry was harder than he could ever remember, and if he wouldn’t have had the cock ring on, he probably would have come twice already.

As if sensing that, Draco took one step back and tossed the strap to the floor. He pulled out the small-handled crop, and stroked the length of Harry's cock with the leather tip. Harry opened his mouth and instantly began to pant. He gasped when the first tap hit his swollen cock.

“Like that, do you?” Draco teased.

Before Harry could answer with a “Hell, yes!”, Draco began to steadily smack Harry’s cock at various speeds. Harry threw back his head and yowled. Every muscle in his body tightened and he thrusted his hips forward, wanting more contact. Again and again Harry's cock was struck – lightly, but incessantly. Harry couldn’t think clearly any more; he was lost in his consuming desire, and could only focus on the burning need to come. And because Harry’s mind was so lost, it actually took him a few seconds to realise that Draco had stopped. Harry tipped his head forward to meet Draco's piercing and lustful gaze, and then screamed when Draco grabbed his cock with his fist.

“Now,” Draco drawled. “Beg me.”

Harry couldn’t stop gasping through his open mouth, and his chest heaved with every breath he took. His toes curled when Draco started to stroke him. Slow and hard at first, then faster and faster until Harry began to thrash his body in mid-air. He let out one continuous, frustrating wail.

“Tell me,” Draco whispered. “Do you want to--”

“Yes! Yes! I want to come, you bastard!” Harry shouted. “Let me fucking come! Please!”

No sooner than Harry had cried out his admittance that Draco's hand was removed, and Harry screamed in anger.

“You fucking asshole!”

Draco merely laughed at him, and Harry’s body shuddered with rage before finally collapsing. Still hanging by his sore hands, Harry's head fell to his chest in defeat. He didn’t even have the energy to flinch when a fingertip raised his chin. Harry was in such unbearable need and wanted to be released that Harry looked into Draco's pale eyes and whimpered. Draco smiled evilly and leaned down to lick one of Harry's falling tears. Draco continued to smile as he reached up and placed his hands on each of Harry's shoulders. He pushed down and the bar lowered until Harry's knees touched the floor. Draco helped Harry pry his fingers from the steel bar, and his arms fell uselessly to his side. Harry shook them a couple of times to get the blood circulating.

“I knew you would beg,” Draco said, smirking with satisfaction.

Harry's breath caught in his throat at hearing those words and he blushed. Draco had been right. Harry had enjoyed every moment of his torment and it had even reduced him to begging. But he didn’t actually feel ashamed. On the contrary. He felt relieved. Yes, Harry was relieved because now he understood that fantasising about his desires was one thing and longing for them was another…but to finally admit to them out loud - and to himself - and then to turn them into a reality …

It was simply liberating.

Long fingers ran through Harry's hair and gripped the back of Harry's head firmly.

“Open your mouth.” When silence was the only response, Draco jerked Harry's head and said it again louder. “Open your mouth!”

Harry peered up at him as his lips parted. He noticed that Draco's cock was just inches away from his face, and that Draco was slowly stroking it. He held onto Harry's hair tight with one hand, and he began to stroke his cock in earnest with the other.

“How I longed for this moment,” Draco panted.

Harry tried to focus on the bobbing cock in front of him, but it was obstructed by the blur of Draco's hand. Harry stuck out his tongue. He wanted to taste him. He wanted that cock in his mouth. Harry moaned and tried to lean forward, but a sharp tug at his hair kept him in check. Harry groaned. Suddenly, Draco froze and thrust Harry towards him, just enough for the tip of his cock to lie on Harry's tongue. Harry growled at him in annoyance. He wanted all of Draco's cock in his mouth.

“Take only the end in your mouth,” Draco ordered, a second before a spray of warm liquid shot out of him.

Harry quickly sealed his lips around Draco's cock and relished in the salty taste of Draco's come. Harry's cheeks sucked inward, trying to pull more of that glorious cock into his mouth. Unable to resist himself, Harry reached behind Draco's trousers, grabbed the back of it and shoved Draco further into his mouth. He heard Draco gasp from above, and Harry smiled around his cock. Yes, he could do this all day.

Suddenly, Harry’s hair was yanked and he was thrown backwards.

“Enough!” Draco spat.

Harry knew by looking into Draco’s eyes – and from his own personal experience - that it wasn’t because Draco didn’t want him sucking on his cock anymore; it was because Draco's cock was now too sensitive. Harry smirked up at him. Draco raised an eyebrow as he tucked himself back into his trousers. He squat down in front of Harry and then flicked the tip of Harry’s cock, causing him to wince.

“Do you still want to come?” Draco asked, grinning from ear to ear.

“Yes,” Harry hissed.

Draco reached up and playfully slapped Harry's face a couple of times. “Perhaps next time,” he chuckled.

Draco laughed harder at Harry's shocked expression, and then rose to his feet. He turned, nodded once to his father, and left the room. Harry couldn’t believe it. That was it? All of that and he didn’t even get to come? He slumped forward and his shoulders shook in denial. Harry tried to calm down his breathing, but his mind was still racing.

Why? Why did he have to go through all of that torture? Yes, it got him to admit that he loved to be spanked – and spanked hard - and that it had really turned him on, but …why? What other purpose could there be than to…

Harry's train of thought suddenly stopped. Perhaps that was it. This whole scenario with Draco was not just to admit to his strong desire of punishment, but also to get him to admit to … something else. Something he had suspected for quite a while now, but never dared to say it. Harry took a deep cleansing breath and closed his eyes. He could no longer deny it, though. Harry loved men. And more than that … Harry … loved …

…cocks!

He opened his eyes and smiled inwardly. A huge weight had suddenly been lifted off of Harry's shoulders. He knew who he was now, and what he wanted. And he wanted more. Harry sat up straight and felt the pull on his nipples from the clamps and the burning sensation on his ass. Yes, he wanted more of that as well.

Suddenly, through his peripheral vision, Harry saw a pair of dragonhide boots standing in front of him and he looked up.

“Do you wish to stop now, or are you ready for more?” Lucius asked with a knowing grin.

Harry grinned back. “More.”

Lucius nodded once. “Then stand,” he ordered crisply.

Holding onto his knees for support, Harry rose to his unsteady legs. Lucius reached into his pocket and pulled out a leash that divided into three chains. He snapped one end to the nipple chain, one to the first ring on Harry's cock and the last to the band around Harry's balls. Lucius tugged at the leash gently.

“Follow me.”


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tbc...