Chapter Two: I Will Tame your Magic
A little way down the corridor, Harry's trembling legs were finally able to hold his entire weight and he pulled away from Hirofumi. The larger man kept his hold around the teen's waist, leading him toward a set of doors further down the wing.
"This part of the house is designated as Master Sakurai's," the manservant spoke quietly as they walked. "That you are being offered a place near him is a great honor. It means that he will be taking a personal interest in your training while you are a guest of the Palace."
A small smile graced Harry's still kiss-swollen lips. "The honor is mine, Hirofumi-sama."
Hiro shook his head and stopped outside the pale green doors. "You may call me Hirofumi, or Hiro, if you like Harry. My place in the house is not as such that it deserves such an honorific."
"I think otherwise, Hiro, but I will call you as you wish."
With a bob of his head, Hirofumi opened the doors and led the bare-chested Wizard into the room. It was spacious; a large open area in front of a fireplace with a lush pale green rug; a small sitting area in the center with two small loveseats and a cherry-wood finished coffee table between them; the other side of the room holding a large king-sized bed, a poster frame in the same cherry-wood finish; a large, open archway separated the main room from the opulent ensuite. It was there that Harry was led to.
Stepping ahead of the new guest, Hirofumi walked over to the large Jacuzzi-style bathtub that resided beneath an even larger frosted window. The tub was large enough to set several people comfortably and he started to fill it with fast running hot water. Steam quickly filled the air as he walked over to a cabinet and selected several oils. He was aware of the young man watching him as he added the scented oils, a pleasant aroma of sage and rose joining the steam. Gathering a thick, cotton towel from a second cabinet Hiro turned to regard the teen.
"While you bathe," he informed Harry, "I will procure the attire you will wear when you are introduced to the others. I would like for you to relax, enjoy the warmth of the water, and take the time to collect yourself. Remain in the bath until I return. When I do, we will begin preparing you as Sakurai-sama would wish for you to be."
"All right." Harry nodded and a moment later was left alone.
Looking around at his surroundings, Harry suddenly felt the enormity of what he had just happened. Bonelessly he leaned his back against the bathroom wall, his body sliding down the tiles until his tender backside connected with the floor. He drew his knees us to his chest, letting his forehead rest on the joints as his thoughts churned.
The Magic - Voldemort's corrupted Magic - was still there, beneath his skin like a tick. It was a constant, always there and always afire until it felt like it was consuming him. Except for the first time in two years when it hadn't been.
When Hirofumi had taken his arms, restrained him in his seat, the Magic had lurched inside him and the build up had been frightening. He had believed for a moment that he would unconsciously lash out at the men but then Sakurai had been there. The lips on his body, the touches against his skin, were like an icy balm that calmed the flames inside him. The bruising palm covering his mouth had silenced his protests and screams, but nothing had ever been able to silence the inferno of power beneath his skin. Not until today.
With his cum drying on his body and Sakurai driving mercilessly into his most intimate of holes, the Magic had finally receded. For the first time in two years that power had been cowed into submission to his own Core. It was what he had wanted, but in hadn't lasted. Already he could feel the embers of powers not his own reigniting.
Taking a calming breath, Harry climbed to his feet and eased out of the tight denim he wore. The bath was nearly filled now and he turned off the taps. He could feel the heat rising off the water and it scalded his skin when he entered the bath. Power thrummed inside him and his body adjusted near instantaneously as he completely submerged his frame. He closed his eyes and let his head slip beneath the surface.
He remained under the water for only a minute before he resurfaced for air. Wiping the water from his hair he slicked the strands back as he leaned against the side of the tub. He kept his eyes closed, relishing the quiet and stillness of the moment. It didn't last much longer; he heard the door to the rooms open and close again, admitting the Slave who would be preparing him for his yearlong service to the Master of the Palace of Stars.
Hirofumi was carrying a dark bundle which he placed on the bed before rejoining Harry in the ensuite. The larger man had removed his shirt to reveal a body harness of wide leather straps, buckles and O-rings. Four straps connected to a ring centered in the middle of his chest, the inch wide leather framing his impressive pectoral muscles. A fifth strap and buckle trailed down his torso to another ring that was latched to a belt low on his waist. A final strap disappeared beneath the hip-riding leather short-shorts he wore, teasing Harry with thoughts of what it coupled with between the man's legs.
The intimidating man approached the bath and knelt on the floor next to Harry's head. He caressed the teen's face before lowering his head to kiss him. Softly, at first, the kiss soon intensified when Hiro's tongue pressed between Harry's lips and plunged into his mouth. The muscle was thick and warm, plundering deep into Harry's throat as it thrust in and out until the young man was left breathless.
A trail of saliva following him as he pulled out, Hiro stared down into Harry's face with fierce severity. "From now on, you will not speak unless directly asked a question. Do you understand, Harry-kun?"
Harry nodded. "Yes."
What followed was the most erotic bath Harry had ever had. Hirofumi had washed his hair first and then every part of him with a natural sponge. Every inch of his body was scrubbed, and the attention the man had given his cock and balls had left his panting and hard. Hiro had then partially lifted him from the water, turning him so his chest rested against the edge and his arms were draped over the side. The thorough cleaning of Harry's aching hole had him squirting his cum against the porcelain.
Wrapping him in a large, soft towel, Hiro had lifted Harry from the bath and carried him back to the bed. Shivering as the cool air dried the hot water from his body, Harry was laid out nude on the top of the comforter. Hiro rubbed lightly scented oil over his still damp form. The Muscled man started at his feet, massaging his soles until he was practically thrumming with pleasure. His legs were next, though Hiro stopped at the thighs. He passed Harry's groin and continued up his abdomen and chest, rolling him onto his stomach to massage the oil into his back before turning him again onto his back.
Hirofumi pried his legs apart, lying on the mattress between the young man's legs. His face nestled against Harry's semi-hard member and licked it from balls to tip. Harry shivered and shifted on the bed, moaning when Hiro's strong arms wrapped around his legs and held his hips in place. The warm tongue lapped the growing length up and down, mouthing at the ballsack and eliciting a throaty groan from Harry's lips.
Harry's body was quivering as Hirofumi's mouth sucked on his balls and he was practically writhing on the bed. Hiro kept him securely in place, even as his tongue snaked down his perineum and to his sensitive pucker. Hands fisting in the blankets, Harry was gasping for breath when the narrowed tip of that talented muscle penetrated the outer ring. Saliva provided the lubrication as Hiro tongue-fucked Harry relentlessly, even as the young man gagged himself with his fist to keep from speaking. Balls clenching at the base of his engorged cock, Harry's third ejaculation was held off when Hiro suddenly let go of one of Harry's legs and squeezed the teen's throbbing member.
Crying out at the sudden shock of pain, Harry whimpered when the man's mouth left his hole and sat back. Hiro reached for a gleam of silver from the pile he had deposited on the bed earlier and Harry watched with growing apprehension as the teardrop cock ring was fitted around his penis at its base, behind the balls. It's curved and elongated end pressed enticingly into the spot between his balls and anus.
"You will wear this until Master removes it and permits you to cum," the large slave informed Harry. He rose off the bed and carefully brought Harry up into a sitting position with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed.
Hiro ran his hands over Harry's bare legs, the oil having been absorbed into the skin, and then slid a thigh-high pair of two-inch healed leather boots over his feet. It took several minutes to lace them and each boot had several buckles and O-rings up its length, from ankle to the very top. The next piece that Hirofumi picked up was an oddly designed jacket. It was only when he was being helped in to it did he realize what it was.
The Bolero Straitjacket was simple in its design. The garment was made of soft leather and it fit snug on his arms as they were slid into the sleeves. His fingers brushed against the seam of the mitt-like end and he swallowed heavily when he eyed the strap and buckles that carried on. The jacket came up over his shoulders, the fabric cropped just below his collarbone leaving his entire chest bare. It closed at the back with four buckles: three across his shoulder blades and one around his neck to create a collar.
A large O-ring was attached to the middle of the collar, with several smaller ones on either side of it, and it was through that an inch wide belt was threaded. It trailed down the middle of his chest, until it reached the bottom of his ribcage, where it split into two smaller belts that wrapped around his torso and secured in the back. Another O-ring was sewn into the belt at the split, waiting for something to latch on to it.
Harry's heart was racing inside his chest, his breathing coming faster as his arms were crossed over his abdomen and the straps leading out from his fingers drew the limbs tight around his body. The heavy buckles were secured behind his back and he started when he heard the "click" of a padlock closing. The sound repeated four more times and Harry understood only whoever had the keys would be releasing him from his binding.
A specially designed belt was brought from the diminishing pile and looped around his crossed arms in a figure eight pattern before his was lashed through the O-ring at his sternum. Harry thought it was a little overkill, but he admitted it completed the look. Hiro took a step back and looked at Harry appraisingly. He pulled at the straps on the jacket and when satisfied with their tightness he helped Harry rise to his feet.
Guiding him into the sitting area, Hiro led him to the coffee table. "Step up and kneel."
Relying on Hirofumi's balancing hold on his upper arms, Harry complied with the command. He was moved into the center of the table where he was positioned with his legs spread and a spreader bar at his knees, hooked to two O-rings on the inside of his boots. His body was lowered until his thighs were resting on his feet and several snap hooks were attached to more rings on the footwear. A length of chain was attached to a hook on the ceiling above the table and clipped to one of the free rings on the collar of his jacket; another length of chain was put in place on the other side. Two shorter pieces of chain were attached from hidden hooks under the table to the rings on his ankles and another two at his knees.
Hiro took a few minutes to towel dry Harry's hair and style it with some gel to tame its unmanageability. Harry leaned in to the touch of strong fingers massaging the gel through his hair. When he was satisfied with the look, he added some thick lines around Harry's eyes with a pale green Kohl pencil. Harry balked at the use of the makeup but that was all the other man had used.
Bringing the last of the items from the bed and placing them on the floor, Hiro held up one for Harry to inspect. The large black rubber ball was about two inches in diameter with leather straps on opposite sides. It forced Harry's mouth wide and held his tongue down as it was pushed past his teeth. The straps dug into the corners of his mouth and cheeks as they were pulled behind his head and secured there.
He watched with curious Jade eyes at the small black egg shaped object, with several inches of wire coming from one end, the other man picked up. Hirofumi moved out of his line of side though he still felt the man's presence behind him. He jumped a little when he felt Hiro's oily fingers circling his anus, moaning into the gag when the first digit pressed into the tight ring.
The finger was moving slowly, carefully, getting the abused hole use to the sensation and the widths before adding a second finger. The process continued, leaving Harry panting through his nose and his eyes clenched as the cock ring successfully denied his need to cum. Fingers scissored inside him, stretching the channel until a third finger was added. Harry's muffled grunts and groans were growing louder, echoing softly in the quiet of the room. Sweat was dotting his brown when the fingers were suddenly taken from him, leaving him feeling empty and wanting those fingers back. Instead, something small and round was inserted into his pucker, pushing deeper inside until Harry cried out and bucked in his bondage as it collided with the erogenous bundle of nerves.
Hiro moved around in front of him again and retrieved the last items. They were small; two tweezer-style clamps that had small jade charms dangling from the ends. Hiro straddled the table in front of Harry and caressed the teens exposed nipples. Lust filled green eyes lidded at the contact, moaning as strong fingers rubbed and pinched and tweaked the nubs. When the first clamp was attached to his nipple he inhaled sharply through the nose. When the second was clamped into place he moaned into the gag.
Hirofumi took a step back and admired his work. A soft smile graced his lips and murmured, "Beautiful. In candle light or star light you would be even more so. I will fetch Sakurai-sama; I will not be gone long."
Harry was breathing hard through his nose, his heart racing against his chest. He kept his eyes on Hiro, watching the man as he circled the bound teen like one would appraise a piece of art. When he left the room, closing and locking the doors behind him, Harry wanted to scream.
Fear at being so restrained coursed through his body and his every sensibility cried for him to use his power to free himself and escape while he could. And yet, the same sense of calm and control he had felt at Sakurai's mercy was washing away the fear. His pulse steadied, his breathing slowed, he closed his eyes as he took in the new sensations flowing over him.
Lost in the dark of his thoughts, Harry was not prepared for the jolt of motion from whatever had been lodge in his anus. His eyes flew open, a shocked scream muffled by the ball-gag, and his hips jerked forward in an involuntary effort to escape the vibrating that was now constantly stimulating his prostate. He strained against the straightjacket futilely and whimpered into the gag. He was writhing on the table, saliva dripping around the gag and down his chin, as he wantonly gyrated his pelvis in the air. Precum oozed from the tip of his purpling cock, veins throbbing beneath the skin.
The doors to the room clicked as they unlocked and Harry's eyes flew to them when they opened. A freshly changed Sakurai entered the room and closed the door, locking it again, behind him.
He was dressed in soft grey slacks, a matching vest over a dark red shirt. A black tie hung loosely around the high collar of the shirt and his hair was slicked back away from his face. He carried a small bundle under his arm and set it on one of the loveseats. He was watching Harry's display with appreciative eyes, slowly approaching the captive young man like a predator stalking its prey.
When he neared, Sakurai's finger's reached out and wiped the trail of saliva from Harry's chin. Tears, unknowing spilt, tracked down his cheeks and the Master leaned in to lick the salty moisture from Harry's face. His hand still on Harry's face, Sakurai walked until he was behind him.
Moaning and sobbing, hindered by the large gag, enveloped the pair as Sakurai straddled the table behind Harry and came to sit behind him on its surface. The Master's chest pressed against his back, a strong arm encircling Harry's waist and stilling the young man's gyrations. Harry sobbed through the gag, leaning back into Sakurai's body, while the other man's free hand pressed into the tip of Harry's aching cock.
"I knew you would be stunning." Sakurai's words were warm against the lobe of Harry's ear. Soft lips latched on to the flesh and sucked on it gently, all the while his hands rubbed tiny circles over Harry's oozing slit. His mouth moved on from the ear, sucking and nipping at the throat that was exposed to him. The youth was making the most wonderful gagged noises that had his already hardened cock jumping in the tented fabric of his slacks.
He relished in the moment, his finger slick with cum moving over the tortured shaft. His teeth bit down, hard, on the pulse point of the teen's neck, eliciting a gurgled scream that shot straight to his cock. He suckled at the new mark on pale skin, soothing the hurt while the moans and muffled pleas filled the room. Releasing his hold on the boy, Sakurai reached down an lowered his zipper and tugged his bulging penis out.
Mimicking Harry's position, he lifted the boy's body a few inches from the table and pulled him back onto Sakurai's lap. It was tight with the chains keeping the young man in place, but it enabled their penis' to rub together pleasantly whenever Sakurai shifted. It also kept his hands free to tantalize and explore the other's body.
Sakurai held Harry around the waist again, pinning the young man to him. He reached into the small pocket on his vest and retrieved the wireless remote Hirofumi had given him. The vibrating Egg lodge against Harry's prostate was at its lowest setting with nine more to go. With it held between his fingers, Sakurai reached up to Harry's face and cupped his chin, turning his head to the side until Sakurai was nuzzling Harry's cheek with his teeth.
"Move for me," He commanded, easing up his hold on Harry's waist the same time he flicked the remote.
Harry's scream accompanied the sudden thrust of his hips, their groins grinding together even as the egg inside the young man's anus had him howling for release. Sakurai grunted at the friction pleasantly running up and down his cock, holding off his own orgasm while he increased the vibrations another notch.
The muffled screaming was constant now, eyes unable to focus on anything except the torturous pleasure tearing through him. Harry's head was thrown back, his hips jerking forward relentlessly as he tried desperately to gain enough friction from Sakurai's cock to cum. In his lust crazed mind he knew as long as the ring was in place that wouldn't happen and still he could not stop trying.
When the vibrating egg sped up again, Harry was sobbing unabashedly in Sakurai's arms. His body was tiring, the agony in his cock spreading through the rest of his body. He wanted to cum; he needed to cum! Begging behind the gag wasn't working; his only hope that bringing the Master to his climax would see him merciful and give Harry his release.
Sakurai was panting for his own breath as the frantic motions of the teen on his lap had him close to the edge. He let go of Harry's face and set the remote aside. Hooking his finger through the loop of wire he yanked the still vibrating egg from Harry's ass. The boy screamed at the sudden loss of stimulation, his thrust stopping momentarily while he caught his breath as Sakurai unhooked the chains around his collar holding him upright.
He wasn't ready for Sakurai to suddenly bend him over at the waist, his forehead pressing into the smooth wood off the table, and lifting his ass into the air. The Master moved out from beneath him and rose up on his knees, lining up the bulb of his pulsing cock against Harry's ready hole. With a single thrust, Sakurai buried himself inside the warm channel and didn't pause before he was driving into the tight ass again and again.
The gag was barely stopping the grunts that came from Harry with every pounding thrust. A heavy hand was pressing hard into his back, holding him bent in half as he was fucked again by the Master. Sakurai was riding him hard and with every other jerk of his hip he was plunging against the prostate. Waves of agony were pulsing up Harry's cock as his orgasm was denied him. He felt like he was going insane.
Sakurai was finding it harder to keep his control while using the boy; with one hand holding Harry in place, the other reached around and grabbed hold of the boys distended member. The still vibrating egg in his palm sent a new rush of pain mixed with pleasure through Harry's body and he began thrusting back to meet Sakurai's pounding rhythm.
"Do you want to cum, Harry?" Sakurai ground out through clenched teeth, never once breaking his merciless pace.
A loud, long 'Mmmpph!' was his only answer and he smiled wickedly at he hooked his fingers around the constricting cock-ring. With a vicious yank, the ring pulled free of the near bulbous member and with one final thrust into the battered group of nerves, Harry's seed was spilling out across Sakurai's hand and the table. The ring of muscles around the Master's penis clenched as the orgasm overtook the young man, milking Sakurai's cum as his own orgasm drove him slamming into Harry's ass until he was spent.
Pulling roughly out of the stretched hole, Sakurai rose off the coffee table and tucked his cum stained cock back into his slacks and zipped up. Harry remained where he was, sobbing with pain and relief as his body convulsed and trembled from his second brutal fucking of the day. The Master crouched in front of him, wiping the tears and snot from Harry's face.
"This is how you will be introduced to the others, Harry." He ran a hand over the teen's sweaty brow and carded his fingers through the wild locks of ebony. "Bound and gagged and cum dripping from your thoroughly fucked hole.."
There was no care in his movements when Sakurai lifted Harry back in to position and hooked the chains back to the rings on his collar. He swayed but kept upright as Sakurai ran a finger through the pool of cum on the table and wiped it across Harry's cheek.
"I will have you begging, Potter-san." Sakurai picked up the milky seed covered egg and walked back around the bound Wizard. He pushed it back inside the slowly tightening hole and was rewarded when Harry jerked in his chains when it came in to contact with the overly sensitive prostate.
"I will starve you of release." Walking over to the loveseat, and the small fabric wrapped bundle he had discarded there, he retrieved an object from within and returned to Harry's side. The cock-cage slid easily over Harry's flaccid member and the young man moaned plaintively with tears still in his eyes as it was locked in place with a tiny pad lock.
"In time, I will beat you black." The Master picked up another object and slid the soft leather blindfold over Harry's intoxicating green eyes.
Sakurai eased himself into the seat and watched Harry closely as his body began to respond to the stimulation running though his anus. He picked up the discarded remote, crossed one leg over the other, and leaned back in the seat. Sliding the control to his highest setting, Sakurai allowed himself a satisfied smile when Harry began groaning and gyrating on the table again.
"I will fuck you bloody, my little wizard; and in the end,
I will tame your magic."
Author's Note: I was inspired for this piece by a gorgeous piece of art on Y!Gallery. It can be found here: www.y-gallery.net/view/931348/
