Hole

Draco woke to the sound of quiet whimpering. He couldn't have been asleep for very long because the moon had barely risen enough to peep over his windowsill. By its pale light he could see that his newest slave was twisting and whimpering quietly in his sleep.

Draco smirked as he considered his options. Subtlety, he thought, would bring sweet rewards. Start light and finish heavy. Secretly he thought that this was a lesson that his father had yet to master, while beasts like MacNair did not even suspect the possibilities inherent in such an approach.

Oh so gently he reached out a hand to soothe the tormented boy. Running an appreciative hand over the long, smooth planes of the body he whispered, "Relax. Everything's fine." The boy made a small sound in his throat and seemed to calm down. Draco's right hand moved lower, gently stroking until he was able to grasp the slave's cock and begin to wank it with slow, even strokes.

The boy groaned and arched sensually into his hand, and Draco grinned the grin of a predator. The musky tang of their previous couplings hung in the air as Draco cast the schoolboy spells to lubricate the cock in his hand and then the one standing up expectantly at his own groin. His right hand speeded up as his left gently, slowly opened the pink pucker, now recovered to rosebud tightness, finding the boy's prostate quickly and easily.

Under his ministrations the boy's breathing was speeding up. Draco eased into position. The slave's balls contracted and, swift as a snake, Draco used a twist of his wrist to send him over the edge as he slammed his cock into into the lightly prepared arsehole. Hole's eyes opened as he screamed surprise, release and pain together into the hovering face of his master.

"What a lovely whore, you are," cooed the face above him. "Lovely slut to come so easily for me! What sweet dreams you were having!"

The boy tried to repress a sob, remembering his orders now that he was awake, but it burst forth and a tear rolled down one cheek. Draco smiled exultantly, and leaned down to lick the delicious salty trail. "Sweet slut. You love it," he gloated.

Deeper and deeper his hips drove into Hole's post-orgasmic quivering arsehole. "Slut! Whore!" the voice repeated until at last the boy could repress his sobs no longer. He let out a wail of pure despair and with that victory Draco let out a shout of his own and with one last vicious thrust shot his load of cum deep into the slave's bowels.