Sugar Daddy

Title: Sugar Daddy part 3
Pairings: James/Harry, Lucius/Draco, Draco/Harry, Arthur/Ron
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and contents: Slash, incest, rimming, sixty-nine, AU/AR (VERY!), D/s, master/slave (sex slave) thingy

Notes: I’ve wanted to continue with Sugar Daddy, but hadn’t had much of a plot bunny to go on. Now that I have a semi-one, I’m giving it a shot. I don’t normally write slave/master things, but I do enjoy reading them, so I wanted to give it go. If I mess up at all with how it’s supposed to be, please just think of it as a wizard’s way or artistic license or something.

I actually figured out a background to the whole master/slave thingy. I hope it’s OK. This is completely AU, remember. My imagination suddenly ran wild with this.

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, JKR does. And if she happens to read this, I beg for her forgiveness. We all have weird kinks that we must get out of our system once in a while, right?

.-.

~Submission~

The next day, James had done as asked and stuck Harry into the room with Draco, leash and all. Draco, it seemed, was also decked out in his slave outfit and was sporting a very fancy looking collar and leash. Lucius led him over to where Draco was lying, and then secured the end of the leash to the pole where Draco was tied up.

‘What are they, dogs?’ James thought savagely, but he dared not say anything. He kissed Harry on the forehead. “Now, remember to behave yourself, or you’ll get more spankings and more… of last night.”

Harry blushed, nodding in understanding, although looking rightfully gloomy about the arrangement. He was never tied up to any pole at home! He hid his face between his knees.

“I’ll—I’ll be back as soon as possible,” said James as gently as he could, because he could tell that Harry didn’t like this arrangement. He brought his gaze over at Draco, who seemed very much at home with the situation as he sipped on a glass of champagne that a house-elf had given him and was reading a novel.

“They’ll be just fine,” said Lucius on James’s other side. He was dressed very elegantly, as if he were going to an important ball or interview. James suddenly felt underdressed, but he had a feeling Arthur would be too—Lucius was just being the same old snotty pureblood, rubbing his riches into other people’s faces.

“Right,” said James, and together they left the room and the manor, walked a few paces away from the front doors, and Apparated.

Harry, meanwhile, didn’t lift his head for a good five minutes. He would have stayed that way too, if it weren’t for someone poking him in the spine.

“Oi, Potter… they’re gone now, you know. You can stop being a drama queen.”

Harry looked up and turned his head around enough so that he could glare heatedly at Malfoy.

“Shut up.”

“Ooo, what a snappy come back!” laughed Draco. “But remember,” he said, shaking an accusing finger at Harry, “you need to behave!”

Harry narrowed his eyes further, but it didn’t seem to be working against Draco. Realizing that he wasn’t going to get his way by pouting to no one, he made himself comfortable on the nearest pile of pillows that were scattered across the floor, and closed his eyes. If he were to stay in the same room as Malfoy, then the best way to tolerate it would be to be asleep.

Half an hour later, however, Draco didn’t think that Harry was being fair. He’d finished the novel that he was reading, and now he was bored to death. He poked Harry in the shoulder a couple times, and when Harry didn’t wake, he shook him.

“Huh, wha?” said Harry groggily.

“I’m bored,” stated Draco. “Entertain me.”

Once the fuzz had left Harry’s brain, and he fully comprehended what Malfoy had said, he sat up slightly, shaking his head.

“Malfoy, I’m not YOUR slave, so leave me alone.”

“We could make the best of things, being stuck in the same room together. We should, um, talk.” Malfoy scooted closer to Harry, a certain knowing gleam in his eye.

“No, thanks, Malfoy—besides, our Masters would get mad at us if we—”

He was cut off suddenly by Draco’s firm lips. Shocked, Harry tried to back away, but his leash wouldn’t let him, so he could only sink lower into the pillow cushions. Draco took this opportunity to kiss Harry harder.

It was so unlike his father’s lips in many different ways; for one, Draco’s lips were smaller, softer, and wetter. He wondered briefly if that was what Lucius Malfoy’s lips felt like as well. While contemplating this, Draco had somehow snuck his tongue into his mouth. His first instinct was to bite down, but then a voice in his head, much like that of his father’s, told him that it would be unwise to do so.

It wasn’t unpleasant. Draco’s mouth was so hot and soft over his, and he couldn’t help moving his lips along with Draco’s. They both moaned and hummed into each other’s mouth, and to any outsider watching this they would have thought the two really did fancy each other.

As far as Harry knew, he didn’t really fancy Draco at all—even though the git was cute, and was a brilliant kisser, it didn’t mean that he fancied him. He was bound to his father, and only his father, until the day that he was to carry on the Potter name and make an heir.

With whom, he wasn’t sure. It was the father’s decision whom the son got to procreate with.

But, at this point in time, it didn’t matter. All that mattered were these lips on his and these hands on his body, and that Draco would help him with his aching erection.

.-.

At the station, Lucius and James waited on the platform for the train to arrive. They really didn’t have much to say to each other, seeing as they had some bad blood between them. Finally unable to stand the silence, James got them into a civil conversation about their sons. Lucius asked James just what kind of punishment he gave Harry, and James told him the truth.

“‘Not letting him come,’” said Lucius, repeating what James said as if mulling it over. “That is usually the normal punishment, yes. I thought you’d be more creative than that, seeing how you’re a Gryffindor and all.”

James flushed, a bit angry. “Well, sorry if my punishment methods aren’t good enough for you. As long as they work, that’s all that matters, right? It produces the same result.”

“But if he is expecting that kind of punishment all the time, he could get immune to it somehow, and then the punishment is null and void. You need to mix things up, making him wonder just what his next punishment could be if he screws up again.”

Just as James was giving that bit of advice some consideration, the train came in, bellowing white steam, and slowly coming to a stop. As protocol suggests, they stood, side-by-side, to meet with Arthur and his son.

The doors opened, and a few people got off first before they saw Arthur. James raised a hand in greeting and to get his attention. Arthur saw him, smiled and waved back, and then tugged at the leash he was holding in his other hand.

“Come out and say hi now, Ron,” said Arthur.

Lucius and James watched as Arthur’s last son stepped off the train and around to his father’s side. He was taller than Arthur by at least a foot, give or take, and he had bright ginger hair, just like his father, except more of it. He looked annoyed, but determined to show that he was just as important as any other slave son, like his brothers before him.

“Hello, Arthur,” said James courteously, extending a hand for Arthur to shake. “It’s good to see you again.”

“It’s very good to see you too, James,” said Arthur. “And, er—Lucius, you too.”

As protocol demanded it, Lucius stuck out his hand for Arthur to shake. They crushed each other’s fingers.

“Evening, Weasley.”

“So, this is Ron?” said James, trying to make sure their meeting was kept civilly.

“Yes, this is my last son, Ron. Ginny is my last child, but she belongs to Molly, of course.”

James understood that Arthur had to say this, because of Lucius being present, so he just nodded and said, “Yes, of course. Our sons are at the manor. Um, I’m sure that Ron would like to see Harry again.”

“Oh, most certainly,” smiled Arthur. “It’s been a while for them—since it’s the summer holidays and all. Well, shall we get going, then? I’m sure your sons are anxious to be with you two again.”

“You’re probably right,” said James, knowing too well just how right Arthur was, especially with Harry.

.-.

As James and Lucius were making their way back to the manor, Harry found himself lying on top of Draco, knees on either side of Draco’s head, and lips wrapped around Draco’s cock.

Draco hummed around Harry’s cock as Harry sucked hard, taking in as much as he could. Draco wasn’t as long as his father, but his girth was nearly the same. He cupped Draco’s balls and gave them a gentle squeeze as he pulled Draco’s cock further into his throat. Draco nearly jerked his hips upward, but he knew it wouldn’t be polite, so he set on taking Harry deeper into his throat.

Harry’s throat flexed and then relaxed, and Draco couldn’t help hugging Harry’s thighs with his arms and grip the bottom of his arse hard. He tried to repay Harry by tightening his throat muscles also, and was rewarded with a deep moan. Draco slid a hand from Harry’s arse to his balls and gently cupped them as he continued to suck and tongue Harry’s cock wildly.

It seemed like forever, but then Draco’s hips were bucking faster and Harry was clenching his buttocks around the finger that had covertly slipped inside him, and Harry felt Draco’s cock pulse in warning once before he lifted his face up, mouth wide open, and was rewarded with a mouthful of Draco’s come. It landed on his lips, chin, and tongue. Harry gasped at the sudden feel of wet, hot come—come that belonged to someone else other than his father.

Surprisingly, it ripped the orgasm out of him and he was coming deep within Draco’s swallowing throat. He blushed at the mere thought of Draco doing that.

Sated, and somewhat proud of himself, Harry rolled off Draco as he tried to catch his breath. Draco stayed where he was, panting just as hard as Harry. They stayed that way for a few minutes, but then Draco broke the silence by turning his head to one side and licking the sole of Harry’s foot.

Harry gasped sharply at the sudden feel of wet tongue along one of his more ticklish body parts. He jerked his foot away, sitting up more, and then glared in annoyance at the young Malfoy.

Draco was smiling at him, and it nearly made Harry smile back.

“What’s the matter, Potter?” Draco drawled lazily, hair falling around his eyes and hand lightly caressing his own chest in contentment.

“Don’t do that—I’m ticklish there.”

That was the wrong thing to say, because Draco’s eyes gleamed in amusement. “Is that so?” he grinned.

Harry backed away when Draco got on his hands and knees and started to crawl toward him. “Go away, Malfoy! Don’t you even think it…”

Harry really wished he wasn’t tied up to the pole, because then he could get away from Malfoy and his wiggling fingers. He picked up one of the pillows in self-defense, trying to get him away, but Draco was rather agile and was able to dodge Harry’s swings easily. When Draco was close enough, Harry actually got a few good hits with the pillow in, but Draco yanked the pillow out of Harry’s hands and pushed him onto his back. Harry tried to fight back, but Draco’s questing fingers found more ticklish spots, and were soon having Harry rolling and going into a fetal position.

“AHH, NO, STOP IT, MALFOY!” Harry screeched, face going red and ribs spasming. “I don’t like being tickled! Stop it!”

“Your fault for telling me that you’re ticklish!” Draco said with glee, grinning madly. “I’m not stopping until you say that you’re my bitch.”

“What?” Harry shrieked in between laughter. “I am not!”

“You are so! I made you come!” Draco announced matter-of-factly.

“I made you come too, so it doesn’t count!” Harry said, trying to sound affronted, but wasn’t succeeding thanks to all the laughing he was doing. “If you don’t stop—I’m seriously going to hurt you!”

“I highly doubt it,” panted Draco, looking depleted but still smiling and enjoying himself. “You’re pretty weak for a submissive.”

“I’m not weak!” Harry snarled, gaining more of his bearings and trying to get Draco back.

Draco scoffed. “You don’t listen to your master half the time,” he ticked off one by one while trying to get hold of one of Harry’s feet. “You run away during protocol; you get light-handed punishments; you pout when you don’t get what you want; you argue with your superiors … and that’s just for starters. May I go on?” Draco stopped trying to tickle Harry as they stared at each other, panting heavily and flushed from the wrestling.

“No, you may not,” Harry grounded out through his teeth. He felt a little ashamed of himself, because what Draco was saying was true. But Harry thought that only made him a stronger slave, not a weaker one.

“Insubordination of any kind in our world nowadays is weak,” said Draco, as if he could read Harry’s mind. “To be a good, strong submissive, you must follows the rules to the letter; then you’ll get the respect you deserve.”

“What about being equal with your master?” Harry blurted.

Draco stared at Harry as if Harry had uttered something completely inconceivable. The silence wore on, and it was starting to worry Harry.

“Um, did I say something wrong?” Harry asked.

Draco sputtered as if he were trying to find the right words to express just how shocked he was. “Equal?” he finally spat out. “You think you should be on equal grounds with your master? If you two were equal, then just who would be the master and who would be the slave?”

Harry opened and shut his mouth, also trying to find the words, but then finally stated, “I meant that I would still be considered the submissive, just that I would have more rights and would be able not to worry about following certain protocols and rules… I mean, there are days when my father and I just act as a normal father and son should…”

Draco’s mouth fell open in shock, eyes as wide as tea cozies. “You’re not serious! Oh-my-god…”

It was right then that Harry realized that he shouldn’t have said that. He knew that once his father found out that he’d told about their usual normal Sunday afternoons, he was in big trouble.

“Please, don’t say anything!” Harry said, panicking. “I don’t think I was supposed to tell you any of that!”

“Oh my God,” Draco repeated, still looking gobsmacked. “My father will have a heyday when he hears this!”

“NO!” Harry shouted, flinging himself bodily into Draco and knocking him down. He placed a hand over Draco’s mouth, as if that would help Draco not to speak of his secret to Lucius Malfoy. “Please, don’t say anything!”

Draco yanked Harry’s hand away from his mouth. “Why shouldn’t I? It’s only right that I report this to my father. He is the most respected Master in the Wizarding world; this bit of info could put him over the top!”

“But it might knock my father down!” Harry said hysterically.

“It’s your own fault for telling me, isn’t it?” Draco said, eyes glittering.

“Ok, look…” Harry thought fast. “I’ll give you whatever you want if you don’t tell your father about what I just told you.”

Draco hummed, looking as if he were thinking about it. Harry started to panic even more, biting on his lower lip.

“Please, Draco? I mean, we do that in private, so it really shouldn’t matter that much. My father does what he’s supposed to do in public with me, you know that! Please, Draco…”

“You’ll do whatever I want if I don’t tell my father about it?” said Draco finally, a wicked look shimmering in his eyes.

Harry nodded fiercely. “Yes, yes, I’ll do whatever you want!”

“All right, then!” Draco beamed. “I want you to bend over and be my bitch.”

Harry closed his eyes and moaned, face going red. He should have seen that coming.

“Do you want me to tell my father?”

“No, no, I…”

“Then bend that sweet, little arse over a stack of pillows and let me fuck you.”

Harry knew he was stuck giving Draco what he wanted, but frankly it kind of turned him on. He bent over three pillows stacked on top of each other, spread his legs wide, and looked over his shoulder. Draco was staring between his legs, licking his lips and stroking himself.

“Bloody hell,” Draco moaned. “You look delicious.”

Harry blushed and buried his face into his arms, his cock swelling again from just exposing himself like this and Malfoy staring at him, and getting off while doing it.

“I never noticed this before, when I was sucking you off,” said Draco, “but you don’t have much hair on you, do you?”

Harry was really embarrassed now. He didn’t want to explain to the young Malfoy that his father liked to wax him where he was usually too hairy, if he ever let his hair just grow. He mostly had bits of hair around his balls and just above his cock; small strands of hair were on his chest, and a few around his nipples, but other than that, he was pretty smooth. When he was swallowing Draco’s cock, he noticed that Draco was pretty well groomed as well, with only small tufts of white-blond hairs above his cock. Harry swallowed, his throat going dry; he liked real blondes.

“It’s a good thing you don’t have much hair,” said Draco after a minute, coming closer to Harry. He grabbed one of Harry’s arse cheeks, parting as he did so, and lowered himself down to Harry’s hole. “Slaves shouldn’t have much.”

“I know…” Harry breathed. “I…” He let out a sharp gasp when he felt Draco swipe the flat part of his tongue over his hole. It twitched as Draco continued licking it, and it slowly started to open; the tight ring of muscle loosening from every touch of Draco’s tongue and the thought of what was to come.

“See, you’re an eager bitch,” said Draco. Harry didn’t know why something like that was making his cheeks blaze hotter, but it did. He didn’t even remember when was the last time his father had talked to him like that.

“Just do it,” Harry grounded out, feeling his usual defiance coming back. He wasn’t about to let Draco have the satisfaction of making him too docile.

Harry yelped at the feel of a sudden sting on his arse. “Hey!”

“I’m in charge here,” said Draco regally. “You are the bitch; remember that, Potter.”

Draco sucked a finger into his mouth and slid it inside Harry’s arse. Harry couldn’t help gasp and then moan at the sensation. Draco kept one of Harry’s cheeks off to the side as he pushed his finger in and out of Harry, and then slowly inserted a second finger. Harry was nice and open, and Draco found his sweet spot easily and it made Harry keep his face hidden as he pushed back on that probing finger.

“Oh, God,” Harry moaned embarrassingly. He was getting so turned on.

Then there was a wet tongue licking his balls, and then sucking one nut in as the finger wiggled inside him. He couldn’t stop his whimpering and harsh breathing and his cock was so hard now it hurt. Without words, he pushed his arse back, asking for what he wanted.

Draco knew, and he popped his fingers out of Harry’s arse to position himself behind him, a smug look on his face.

“Want me?” he asked.

“Yes,” said Harry in a weak voice.

Draco rubbed the sticky crown of his cock along Harry’s hole, which was trying to take in air. When Draco stuck in about an inch of the head of his cock inside, Harry made another aroused noise and tried to push back, but Malfoy kept him still with one hand as he gripped the base of his cock in the other.

“How much?” said Draco, teasingly rubbing the tip of his cock around the ring of muscle, stretching him wider.

All Harry could do was pant and moan and try clenching around Draco’s cock, or whatever he could of it. Finally, Draco took pity on him, and with one hand on the top of Harry’s arse, he gently slid his cock inside, bit by bit.

“You really want me?” Draco urged. Harry couldn’t stand his teasing any more.

“Yes!” Harry screamed. “Take me, fuck me… please!”

“There’s that obedience,” he whispered into Harry’s ear, and then proceeded to give Harry just what he asked for. Harry shivered from the hot breath in his ear, and then his entire body convulsed when Draco started to move. Harry clung to the bed sheets below and jutted his arse up higher for Draco as he took every pound, his cock trapped between his body and the pillows.

Harry gasped aloud from the touch of cock to his prostate, and then gasped again, higher pitched, when Draco pulled at his leash. It increased the arousal inside him, and he found himself rutting the pillows and rocking back into Draco at the same time.

Draco released the leash to land a heavy hand over one of Harry’s arse cheeks. Harry’s hole tightened around Draco’s cock.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Harry cried. He could feel a sticky wetness on his stomach. Draco thrust in and out harder, gripping his arse cheeks open, and Harry’s thighs shook and his shoulders trembled, and then before he knew it, he was coming hard and long on the pillows and his stomach.

“You naughty, naughty boy, Harry,” Draco moaned into Harry’s ear, his hips quickening. “You weren’t supposed to come yet.”

Harry whimpered, lying there sated, and couldn’t make himself move; he just laid there and let Draco use his body over and over again.

Just as Draco finally found his release, filling Harry wetly, the door to the room flew open.

Horrified, ashamed, and somewhat humiliated, the boys froze and stared, wide-eyed, at their masters plus Weasley Senior and his slave.

James’s mouth opened and closed, obviously stunned by what he was seeing, and Lucius folded his arms over his chest ominously, staring with hard eyes. Arthur Weasley and his son were staring with nearly the same shocked looks as Harry and Draco were sporting.

“This is quite the predicament you two have gotten yourselves into,” said Lucius after a moment of strained silence. “Care to explain yourselves?”

TBC