A Slave to a Slave

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AN: THE WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER REST IN THE LAST ONE. ANY QUESTIONS, PLEASE REFER BACK TO IT.


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When Lucius entered the bathroom, he was pleased to find his son where he’d told him to be. Draco was kneeling on all fours in the overly large tub, his breathing erratic. It had taken a great deal of effort to not only walk to the bathroom in his predicament but also to climb into the tub with the spreader bar between his knees.

Lucius swiftly walked to the edge of the tub. Seeing that his son was intensely focused on his own internal struggles with the pain, Lucius made his presence know by slapping that sweet, whip marked ass that he so loved. Draco yelped and turned his head up to his father.

“Master.”

“Yes, glad you noticed I was here. Now we will begin phase two of your punishment.” Lucius knelt by the tub and begin attaching a long tube to the water faucet. “You knowingly took your own virginity by impaling yourself on my cock while I slept. There are so many things you did wrong in that one situation. Name them. For each one I will whip you when we are done.”

Draco lowered his head, sniffling. “I… I took out my own plug…”

“One.”

“I encouraged Blaise to help me get you hard without your permission.”

“That one I didn’t know about… That one is worth double. Three.”

“I sat on your cock without your permission…”

“Four.”

“I… I… I didn’t wait… for you to… take me on your own time.”

“Five. Now what did you assume when you made that decision?”

“That you would be happy that you got to fuck me…”

“Six. What else?”

“That you wouldn’t punish me because you were happy…”

“Seven and Eight. Always assume I will punish you for doing something I didn’t not directly give you permission to do. Continue.”

“I… I don’t know!” Draco wailed.

“Yes you do, Draco. Do not be idiotic. What did I prize so highly in you that you destroyed?”

“My… my virginity.”

“Very good, Draco. It took you twice as long to figure it out, so that’s an extra hit, bringing you to a total of ten. After we are finished here, I will whip you. Do you deserve that, my slave?”

“Yes, Master, I deserve it.” Draco sobbed. “I deserve it and more. I’m sorry!” The last was a wail before he started sobbing again.

“Stop crying!” Lucius slammed his open palm down on Draco’s balls.

Draco jerked, screamed, but managed to silence himself after that.

“Good boy. Phase two of your punishment is to completely clean you out. You have lived with Severus’ plugs inside you for so long, fecal matter is not the issue. However, there is cum inside you that you took without permission. I am going to take it back.”

Draco dropped to his elbows, barely managing to contain the sobs wanting to escape. Inside his head, he was begging his father to let him keep that cum. He would do anything to keep that part of his father inside him, but Lucius was not so kind in his current state of mind.

He pulled the plug form Draco’s anus and inserted the enema nozzle. He turned on the water and allowed just enough to rinse his slave’s insides. He knew his son liked to be full, and he denied him that pleasure now. As soon as he was satisfied with the amount of water, he pulled the hose out and forced his son to sit up.

Draco clenched his muscles, trying to hold it in, but he’d been stretched by plugs for so long, he couldn’t get his anus to clench closed. The water and his father’s cum dribbled out. Lucius repeated this four more times until he was satisfied no cum remained in his son’s passage.

Lucius turned off the water and order Draco to follow him back to the bedroom, crawling. By the time Draco made it that short distance, Lucius had laid out several whips of the bed of varying length and width. A couple were modified cat-o-nine-tails that had several whips that were bound to one handle.

“Draco, your punishment is ten lashes. Tonight, I will allow you one freedom. It is the only freedom you will have for many days to come. Choose the whip I will punish you with. Once you’ve chosen, grasp the handle in your mouth and bring it to me.” Lucius stepped back from the bed and motioned for Draco to peruse the whips.

Draco’s eyes widened, and he waited for a moment, searching his father’s eyes. When he say the perfect seriousness of his sire, he crawled to the bed. His eyes travelled over the whips, seeing ones that he loved to feel biting into his flesh and ones he hated. Should he choose one he loved? His father would know he was trying to ease his own punishment, though. So which hated one should he choose?

In the end, Draco chose one his father had never used on him before. He’d seen Blaise’s body afterwards though, and the boy could barely move. It was what he deserved, though, so Draco resolved himself to the pain as he chose a terrible looking cat-o-nine tails. The whip was made of smooth, thin leather strips, nine in all. Each strip had evenly spaced knots down its length, though each strip was different in the distance between knots. At the end of each strip was a heavy silver snake head. Draco knew from watching Blaise get beaten with this very whip that each one of those heads would wrap around his body form the force of his father’s blow. They would leave the worst bruises across his chest and belly.

Draco carefully took the handle of the whip in his mouth, careful not to slobber all over it, and dragged it to his father. He knelt at the imposing man’s feet and bowed his head.

Lucius took the whip from his son and weighed it in his hands. He was surprised Draco had chosen this particular instrument of torture. He had expected to have to really put a lot of force behind one of the simpler whips that Draco liked. Now he knew his son was finally beginning to understand his place in this relationship of theirs, though he really hated the damage this would cause to his son’s beautiful body.

With a wave of his hand, a chain descended from the ceiling. Lucius lifted Draco’s arms over his head and chained him up, his toes barely touching the ground. His slave had no choice but to hang there and anticipate punishment.

“Blaise, you will count.”

“Yes, master.” Blaise was confused by this turn of events. Lucius never punished Draco so severely. He wondered at the changing dynamics in their relationship and wondered if perhaps he would be a little higher on the totem pole that Draco for once.

When Lucius brought the whip across Draco’s back the first time, Draco found himself unable to suppress the scream. Blaise counted out the strike and was pleased to see the new welts forming on Draco’s back. He couldn’t see the front, but he knew the bite of those snake heads was harsh.

Draco discovered that, with each harsh bow of the whip, he was unable to enter the subspace he usually ventured to that make pain pleasurable. This pain was unbearable. The knots on the whip abraded the welts already on his back; the snake heads slammed into his tortured nipples or cock unfailingly.

By the time, Lucius brought down the whip for the tenth time, Draco’s screams were hoarse, and his checks were covered in tear tracks.

Lucius dropped the whip and carefully let his son down from the hook. He carried Draco to the bed and cradled him in his lap, careful of the new welts on his son’s back. He soothed him and rocked him until Draco had calmed enough to listen to his Master’s words.

“Why were you punished?”

“Because… Because… I…” Draco buried his face in his father’s chest as he started sobbing again, but Lucius was able to make out the words he needed to hear.

“Ssh. Good boy. That part of your punishment is over. You can rest now.” Lucius rocked his son gently until this round of sobbing had silenced itself. After a few moments, Lucius removed the spreader bar between Draco’s legs and stood.

He carried his precious slave over to a palate he’d conjured earlier. He laid Draco down on the blankets and pillows, and then covered him up with a heavy blanket.

“Father… Master… What…”

“The rest of your punishment, my love, is in two parts. You will sleep by yourself and not with me as you have for many months now. Do you understand?”

Draco nodded and bit his lip, trying to suppress the sobs that were welling up in his throat again. “Wha… What else… Master?”

“Draco, my slave, did I replace your plug after I cleaned you of my cum?”

“No, Master…” Draco dreaded what was coming, hoping against all odds he was wrong.

“As it will be for however long I deem it necessary. I have prepared you for many years for my fucking, and in one moment you destroyed it all. Now all of that preparation was for nothing. As punishment I will allow your anal muscles to return to the original state. Tomorrow I plan on asking Severus for some of his salve that will speed this process along. I will not slip anything else into your anus, especially not my cock, until you are as tight as you were at ten. Do you understand?”

Draco’s face was awash with tears and his body shook with sobs, but he managed to nod.

Lucius nodded as well and stood up. He repacked all the toys and whips he’d pulled out. The last thing he picked up to return to the trunk was Draco’s most recent plug. He held it in his hand, weighing it, before he changed his mind about packing it and slipped it under his pillow. He closed the trunk, released Blaise from his bound position, conjured a palate for his other slave, and then crawled in bed.

He laid there, listening to the sobs of his most precious slave well into the night. Even after Draco had cried himself to sleep, Lucius remained awake. He tossed and turned until he remembered the plug under his pillow. He pulled it out and held it to his nose, sniffing the most intimate scent of his beloved son. On an impulse, he slipped the plug into his mouth and tried to suck the lingering taste of his Draco off of it. It had been decades since he’d fallen asleep with a phallus in his mouth, but this evening was special. He needed the comfort, and so he fell asleep thinking of his Draco and of his own father who had initiated him into this world of debauchery that he loved so much.