The Establishment

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Part Three

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Harry held his breath as he was led into another room. He had an idea of what would be waiting for him, but he wasn’t quite sure now if he wanted it to commence. Lucius Malfoy was now involved, and something about the man excited Harry.

Harry stepped over the threshold and noticed that, unlike the previous room, this one was almost warm and inviting, but Harry knew it was a lie. He knew it was merely set up this way to give him a false sense of security. When he was fully in the room, his suspicions were confirmed. In the centre of the room, the floor was sunken in and a knee-high table and a small tub were off to the side. There were several chairs that were arranged in a circle. It was clear to Harry where he would be.

Lucius yanked on Harry’s leash when he felt a small hesitation, and then stumbled slightly, but allowed himself to be led down the few steps and into the centre of the ring. Lucius turned to face Harry and he smirked slightly as he removed Harry's leash. He curled it up in his hand and then walked over to the far side of the room, crossing his arms loosely over his chest and leaned back against the wall; obviously he was going to watch the show.

Calmly, Harry kept his eyes solely on Lucius, but his heart was beating hard in his chest. Harry heard the sound of a door opening and he spun around. His breath caught in his throat as he watched six men enter - all of them wearing Death Eater masks. They filed into the room in a single line, and stopped when each of them were standing in front of the six chairs.

“Well, well. What have we here?” one of them said mockingly.

“It seems that we have a ‘special’ guest,” another answered, clearly with a smile in his voice.

“Congratulations,” a third one said, nodding to Lucius. “You’ve done well.”

Harry glanced over at Lucius, who had been staring at Harry the whole time, and his only answer was a curt nod to the Death Eater.

Harry gasped as he felt a cold hand on his arm, and turned around quickly to face the masked man.

“Do not worry, boy. We will take good care of you,” the man whispered, and the other men laughed.

Harry's heart was now pounding in his ears, and he barely noticed when the six men removed their cloaks. When Harry finally looked at each one of the Death Eaters, he saw that they were dressed only in loose trousers and shoes, and of course they were still wearing their masks.

Before Harry had a chance to react, he was thrown to the ground and then dragged over to the table. He was placed face down on it, and his wrists were tied to the front legs. His legs remained free and his head hung over the edge.

“I think fifty lashes would be a perfect way to begin,” one of them chuckled.

“No, I believe one hundred would be better,” another replied.

“Yes,” a third Death Eater drawled, drawing out the s. “Then when we douse him with urine, his screams will be that much more satisfactory.”

The rest of the Death Eaters laughed.

Harry quickly looked over to Lucius. He was still watching Harry intently, but with no emotions showing on his face. Harry closed his eyes and waited.

When the first crack of the strap landed on Harry's backside, he sucked in a large amount of air, but didn’t cry out until the wave of pain reached his subconscious mind. The Death Eaters laughed harder. The second strike came a few seconds after, and hit Harry right below the curve of his bum. Harry's eyes tightened and his loud scream filled the room. It was several minutes before Harry realised that there was a pause. It was obvious that they wanted Harry to feel each lash.

Harry jerked violently when he felt fingers run through his hair. One of the Death Eaters knelt beside Harry and pulled on his hair so he would be able to look at the man. Through his blurry eyes, Harry stared at the pair looking back at him.

“I’m sure you can guess by now that the hundred lashes will be given periodically and not all at once,” the man said almost playfully, and the sounds of laughter rang out again.

Harry flinched as another hand caressed over his bruised bum.

“Oh, yes,” another Death Eater said behind him. “Because first you will have the honour of serving us with your delectable mouth.”

“And then we will each take turns watching you struggle as we each bring you close to an orgasm,” a third man chuckled.

“Pity you won’t be able to come,” a fourth man chimed in.

“Your cock, however, will be the most brilliant shade of purple,” a fifth man said.

Harry wriggled in his bonds and was met again with laughter. He tried desperately to free himself, but his wrists were beginning to ache, and his head was pounding from the loud noises around him. This is not what he wanted. Not anymore.

Without thinking, Harry's body froze and he yelled at the top of his lungs.

“NO!” he cried. “I’ve changed my mind! I want this to STOP!”

The sudden silence caused Harry's ears to hurt, and he felt every movement in the room cease. But when he felt the air shift around him, Harry panicked and quickly clarified.

“I didn’t mean I wanted to stop! I only meant that I wanted this to stop!”

It was a few seconds before Harry realised that he was now released from his bonds and that he was lying naked and free of restraints on the floor. He glanced up to Lucius. The man was standing straight and tall, and nodded briefly to him before turning towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Harry quickly asked.

Lucius looked over his shoulder and shrugged dismissively. “To bring him in,” he replied simply, and then continued to move towards the door.

“NO!” Harry shouted.

Lucius stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around. “Pardon me?” he asked with a slight sneer.

“I changed my mind about that as well,” Harry said shortly.

Lucius raised an annoyed, but questioning brow.

“I…I want … you,” Harry said, surprising himself with a slight stutter.

Lucius began to stride over to Harry with a small smirk playing on his lips.

“Are you quite certain?” Lucius drawled. “I will not be as gentle.”

Harry paused for a moment before finding his courage to speak again. “I know that.”

Lucius was now hovering over Harry and looked down at him with a devilish grin. Harry swallowed visibly, but he still managed to nod confidently. Lucius took one step back and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Very well,” Lucius said. “Rise to your feet.”

Without hesitation, Harry stood, but then gasped as his throat was constricted, and he was pushed backwards until his legs hit the edge of a knee-high table. Lucius leaned over and whispered in his ear.

“You may regret your decision, boy,” Lucius began. “But rest assured, I will not.”

Harry's heart was thumping hard with fear beneath his ribcage, but he never felt more excited, and he knew that his expression reflected that.

Harry gasped when he was lifted off the ground, and his breathing all but stopped when his back hit the table. In a blink of an eye, Harry was pulled forward until his ass was near the edge. His legs were quickly bent and his feet were pressed up against them. Instantly, his ankles were bound in cuffs and attached to straps that now adorned his thighs. Lucius moved into between Harry's legs and he leaned over his body, pulling Harry's arms over his head. He tied Harry's wrist together and fastened them to the top of the table.

As Lucius slowly rose, his hand ran down the length of Harry's body until it reached his swollen cock.

“So beautiful,” Lucius whispered, giving Harry's cock a hard squeeze once the cock ring was in place. “And so vulnerable. I can only hope that you don’t change your mind. I so look forward to watching you scream.”

Although Lucius’s voice held a threat, Harry knew that what Lucius really meant was that he would be watching Harry scream from sexual frustration. Suddenly, Harry blinked as a short but thick object was pressing against his lips.

“Open your mouth,” Lucius commanded.

Harry looked down at the object and noticed it was a small but fat butt plug shaped to look like a penis. Immediately he parted his lips and it slid inside.

“Now,” Lucius whispered. “Suck.”

Harry did was he was told and the instant that he did, his back arched off the table and he howled from the intense pleasure he was feeling in his groin. Lucius chuckled. Harry didn’t have to look down his body to know that his cock had just expanded ten-fold within the confines of his cock ring. He felt it.

“Amazing little toy, is it not?” Lucius asked softly. “Suck harder.”

Harry's eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he cried out as he did what he was instructed. He knew his cock was probably turning purple, and through Harry’s muddled mind, he prayed for his immediate release. Lucius laughed.

“I knew you would enjoy that,” Lucius mocked. “Now. Relax your tongue.”

Harry stopped sucking and his back hit the table with a thud. He breathed in and out of his nose and looked up at Lucius, tears of frustration running down his face. Lucius ran his thumb over Harry's cheek, and collected some on the tip. He smiled as he licked it off.

“I dare you to resist doing that again,” Lucius challenged, smiling.

Harry groaned. He knew unconsciously that he would do it again. And he knew that Lucius knew that as well. Harry suddenly breathed in sharply as he felt a cold wet finger graze over his virgin hole.

“I would tell you to relax, but I doubt that you would be able to,” Lucius chuckled.

Before Harry had a chance to relax, a long finger plunged inside. He gasped and his mouth tightened around the butt plug, causing an involuntary suction on it. Harry screamed around it, followed by a muffled cry of “No!”

Lucius laughed again. “Oh, yes,” he drawled and another finger was added.

With all of his might, Harry tried not to suck on the butt plug because the pleasure was now turning into pain. He knew that if he wasn’t wearing the cock ring, he would have already come twice. Secretly, he wondered if this ‘toy’ was available in the outside world. To give oneself a blowjob would definitely be the dream of every man.

Harry's train of thought was interrupted by a third finger. He inhaled sharply and willed himself to relax. Three fingers worked as one, pushing in and slowly pulling out. Harry could feel more lubrication being added and he was grateful for it. He looked up at Lucius, but the man wasn’t watching him. He was watching as Harry's hole was expanding further and further.

Suddenly, Harry's head pressed into the table and his muscles clenched around Lucius’s fingers. Something inside of Harry was stroked, and a wave of indescribable pleasure soared through him. Again and again it was touched and Harry squirmed incessantly, moaning loudly and still trying not to suck.

“Please,” Harry said around the butt plug, but was only met with soft laughter. Harry closed his eyes and felt more tears of frustration fall.

In and out, and back and forth the fingers worked until Harry couldn’t take it any longer.

“Now!” Harry cried out, although he knew Lucius wouldn’t understand him. “Fuck me now!”

Suddenly, Harry gasped as the three fingers slid out. There was a gentle pull on the butt plug, and Harry gladly pushed it out.

“I’m sorry,” Lucius said with a smirk. “I do not believe I heard you correctly. Would you care to repeat that?”

Harry took several deep breaths and then looked Lucius square in the eyes.

“I said, ‘Fuck me’.”

Lucius’s smirk turned into a full grin. “With pleasure.”

Lucius ran his hands up Harry's flanks, and continued up until they reached his bound wrists. He gripped them tightly and pressed his body against Harry’s, simultaneously trapping his swollen cock. Harry growled in frustration.

“Are you ready?” Lucius mocked.

Harry glared up at him. “Yes,” he hissed.

No sooner than Harry's words had left his mouth that a thick object plunged deep inside him, and Harry couldn’t help but scream. Incredibly, it felt wonderful.

“Louder, boy. I want the whole world to hear you,” Lucius said as he pulled out, and then slammed back in.

Harry obliged and it soon felt as if his voice was leaving him. Suddenly, a pair of lips covered Harry's mouth, and he cried into it as another hard thrust was given. Deeper and deeper Lucius’s cock went in, until Harry was sobbing almost hysterically. The friction against his cock, alongside the movement gliding by his prostate, was too much for him. Harry knew he was pleading by now, but he didn’t care. He wanted release, and he wanted it now.

But Lucius didn’t listen. He fucked him mercilessly and moaned into Harry's mouth each time his hips slammed against Harry's awkwardly bent legs. Lucius finally released his grip on Harry's wrists and stood, not missing a thrust. He gazed into Harry's eyes and watched as Harry continued to squirm in agony.

Over and over Harry pleaded with Lucius to come, but the blond simply grinned and shook his head. Harry cried out and closed his eyes, but a sharp twist on his nipple caused them to open again.

“Watch,” Lucius ordered.

Harry choked as he watched Lucius seized his cock and began to fondle his balls. Harry’s body convulsed violently and his hips rose to meet each stroke.

“Tell me you like this, boy. Tell me you like me fucking you,” Lucius panted. “I want you to say it out loud.”

“I … I …,” Harry gasped.

“Tell me!”

Harry closed his eyes as if it would hide his embarrassment.

Another hard thrust.

“TELL ME!”

Instantly, Harry shouted, “Yes! Yes! I like you fucking me!”

Harry heard a satisfying groan escape from Lucius’s lips, but the thrusts kept coming. Harry was beyond comprehension now. His mind was in a turmoil and all he could concentrate on was the pain in his cock and balls. Suddenly, Lucius slammed one last time into Harry and released the cock ring. Every muscle in Harry locked up, and every fibre in Harry's being screamed in relief. He threw his back and howled as his orgasm hit him with full force. Never in Harry's young life had he come that hard.

Harry's body remained frozen until every ounce of semen was released. With a loud gasp, Harry's sweat-soaked back fell down to the table. Small tremors still coursed through him, and Harry idly wondered if his heart would ever be able to regulate again. He took satisfaction, however, that the man now lying on top of him was trembling just as hard.

“Thank you, Harry,” Lucius whispered.

Instantly, both men gasped and Harry looked into Lucius’s eyes one last time before they disappeared into thin air.

“NOOOOO!!!” Harry screamed.

The world spun around Harry and he could feel himself collapse to the floor. He began to sob again, but this time it was in anguish. His arms curled around his head in hopes to hide himself from the world. He didn’t know why exactly, or even what had caused it, but he knew in his heart that it was all over.

“Mr Potter?” came a warm female voice. “Are you all right?”

Harry lifted his head up and through his tear-filled eyes, looked at the young kind woman who had first greeted him. Yes, it was over. Harry closed his eyes again and shook his head.

“Michael! Come here!” she called out.

Instantly, a strong pair of hands reached under Harry's arms, and lifted him to his wheelchair. He flinched when he felt a soft touch to his shoulder.

“Mr Potter,” she whispered. “It’s all right. A lot of people have a hard time coming back into reality.”

Harry slowly lifted his eyes and looked at her despairingly.

“Please give yourself time to adjust.”

Harry shook his head. “No. I’m all right,” he lied.

She smiled sadly at him and nodded. “Please remember, Mr Potter, that you are welcome back at anytime,” she said gently, still trying to console him.

He couldn’t even manage a small nod in return. Instead, he turned away from her and headed towards the open door.

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The night air hit Harry's lungs and a cold chill ran through him. He should be happy with what he had just experienced, but he wasn’t. For the first time in three years he had felt his legs again. For the first time in three years he had felt alive again. But in a microsecond, it had been taken all away from him. It was like a cruel joke that was just played on him and he hated it. He doubted that he would ever return to this place.

Or that he would ever recover from it.

Harry took in a shaky breath, and even though he didn’t want to, he couldn’t help but reflect back on the last two hours. He tried to picture Lucius Malfoy in his head again, but failed. Harry sighed. He knew it wasn’t real, but it sure did feel like it. In fact, everything felt real. The way Lucius had looked at him. The way that Lucius had touched him. And most importantly, the way that Lucius had spoken to him.

Harry bowed his head. No, he sadly knew that none of it was real. Draco Malfoy was proof of that. Draco had died in the war. Unable to stop it, a lone tear ran down Harry's face when another thought occurred to him. There was no way it was the real Lucius Malfoy. The blond had lost his voice in the war, courtesy of Voldemort.

Harry looked up at the night sky. It was time to go home now. He wondered whether or not to thank George, or to curse him for even mentioning this place. Harry glanced one more time at the large door behind him, and then flexed his hands before gripping the wheels. He was just about to move when the sound of a door opening caught his attention. He reached for his wand and spun around.

A tall, fully-cloaked figure was leaving the establishment.

Harry narrowed his eyes in confusion. Someone else was there at the same time? Did it even work that way? Of course, Harry thought to himself. It would be rather narcissistic of him to even think that the establishment only catered to him tonight.

The figure headed down the street away from Harry, but then abruptly stopped. The individual slowly turned to face him. Gloved hands reached up and lowered the cloak’s hood. The first thing Harry had noticed was the long, white-blond hair. The second was a small familiar smirk. Harry's breath caught in his throat the same way it did when he was in the white room.

It was Lucius Malfoy.

They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, and as they did, Harry wondered if they were thinking the same thing: Were they both involved in the same fantasy? And if so, was Lucius’s safe word ‘Harry’? Is that why it ended so quickly?

Harry was desperate to find out, but he knew Lucius wouldn’t have been able to answer him. Not out loud anyway. He fidgeted with his wand nervously and then cleared his throat.

“Um. Do you … Do you come here often?” Harry asked Lucius.

As soon as his words were spoken, Harry felt like an idiot. Of all the stupidest and lamest things to ask.

Instead of mocking Harry, however, Lucius merely smiled and shook his head.

“Oh,” Harry responded quietly with a nod, and then looked down to his lap embarrassed. Did he really think that he would have said yes, and then eagerly make arrangements with Harry to meet him here again? Ridiculous. This was Lucius Malfoy. He wouldn’t be interested in a crippled ‘war hero’.

Suddenly, a movement caused Harry to look up. Lucius was walking towards him, and for some odd reason, Harry’s heart skipped a beat and he unconsciously gripped his wand. Lucius stopped a few feet in front of him and smiled. He reached into his cloak pocket and then raised his fist to his lips. It almost appeared as though he was trying to speak into it. Lucius closed the small distance that separated the two of them and then held out his hand, palm face down. It was clear that he wanted to give something to Harry.

Curious, Harry held out his hand and a small round object hit his palm. Lucius Malfoy nodded with a smirk and then turned to leave. Harry looked down at the object. It was a galleon.

“You bastard! Do you think that’s fucking funny?” Harry shouted angrily at him.

Lucius paused and looked over his shoulder. He curled his right hand to make a cup and then raised it to his ear in mocking fashion. Frowning with confusion, Harry mimicked Lucius’s gesture, and held the galleon to his ear and listened.

“This will activate precisely at eight next Friday evening and transport you to Malfoy Manor. Dress appropriately.”

Harry gasped and his eyes widened. He looked back at Lucius, who was now grinning. He nodded once to Harry and then disappeared into the darkness.

Harry stared numbly at the empty space before a wide smile covered his lips.

He had exactly six days to find some ‘appropriate’ clothes.


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Roedhunt
2009