Chains Like Trophies

Harry, having not come in over a week, shuddered as Draco fiddled with the cock cage and pushed the dildo further into his ass, which was charmed to be impossible to remove by anyone other than Draco. Harry was kept in this state because Draco wasn't happy with him. When they began this relationship, harry only had one restriction: Draco could not forbid him from seeing his friends and going to work. Draco conceded to this, and he didn't think it would matter much to him at all. But every time Harry left for work, Draco felt a surge of possessive rage. He wanted to pin Harry to the floor with just the force of his own strength, and then fuck him hard and fast, and come all over him, and then throw him in his cage where he couldn't get away.

But he couldn't do that, so instead he expressed his anger by not letting Harry come, and making his time away from Draco as uncomfortable as possible. So he locked him up and stuffed a dildo in his ass, which he could spell to thrust and vibrate whenever he wanted. Small weights hung from clamps on Harry's nipples, and Draco thought he looked beautiful. He stood up, facing Harry, and pulled his face in for a domineering kiss. He kept his hands around Harry's head as they pulled apart.

"Don't go," he whispered.

"Draco."

"I know. I'm sorry."

Harry reached up and brushed a blonde hair out of Draco's eye. He then pulled away and began to dress, feeling his lover's eyes on every part of him.

"Come back for lunch," Draco said as Harry opened the door to leave.

"Okay." Harry smiled at Draco's rather cute pout. "Out of curiosity, is my cock ever getting out of this cage?"

"Don't count on it."

"Petty," Harry chuckled, shaking his head.

Draco watched as he closed the door behind him and apparated away.