Chains Like Trophies

Draco sat on the leather sofa, enjoying the delightful view Harry provided. His ankles were secured to cuffs that came out of the floor (thanks to a handy spell Draco had perfected), and his torso was folded over a wooden table. There was enough space between his crotch and the table to allow his cock to hang freely, unlocked for the first time in weeks. A large dildo was stuffed in his ass, charmed to thrust at whatever speed Draco desired. A paddle floated in the air, smacking Harry's ass at a steady pace.

Harry's moans and whimpers turned into words.

"Please."

"Please, what?"

"Please, oh God, please, sir, let me come."

"No."

Harry screamed, gripping the edges of table with all his strength, having been told not to move them. "Please." Tears were beginning to form with the effort it took to reign in his orgasm. Draco just smiled and took a sip of his wine. "AAAAGHHH!" Harry sobbed, desperate for release. "Please. Please, Master, please…"

"If you come, you will be punished."

Harry groaned as his prostate was pounded without mercy. "Please, sir, if not, then please…"

Draco smirked. "What are you asking for, Harry?"

"Please," he cried. "P-prevent it…"

Draco got up and placed himself in front of Harry's red face. "Are you asking me," he said slowly, enjoying the sounds his lover was making, "to lock you up again?"

"YES," Harry panted. "Please, I can't…"

"Can't what?"

"UGH."

"Use your words," Draco mocked.

"I can't—I have to—Draco—" A harsh hand slapped him across the face. "Master, please, I can't—"

"Do you really have so little control?"

"Yes, please, I'm going to—"

"Don't."

"Master, pl—AAAARRGGHHH."

Draco watched contentedly as Harry fell apart, unable to control his body's reactions any longer, his climax shooting out of him. But the charmed dildo and paddle didn't stop, and within seconds, Harry was hard again.

"I'm—I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Master…"

Draco leaned in and held Harry's face in his hand, forcing their eyes to meet.

"I told you not to do that."

"I'm sorry."

"You disobeyed me."

"I didn't—I didn't mean to…"

"You're such a horny little slut, you can't even obey a simple order. It's pathetic, you know."

Harry's eyes closed as he sobbed harder. "Please." It came out as a whisper, his need greater than his embarrassment.

Draco laughed. "Are you actually asking me if you can come again?"

Harry nodded, breathing heavily. "Or lock me up. Please just lock me up again, Master…"

"And how would that help you to learn control?"

"Please… I'm gonna… I'm…"

Draco walked forward and knelt down beside Harry's straining erection. Then he blew a soft stream of air directly onto his target. He smiled as Harry screamed, his cock once again spewing from stimulation.

"Pathetic," Draco said again. Then he stood, ran a hand through Harry's hair, and leaned in close to his ear. "Such a naughty whore," he breathed, and stretched his lips out to plant a kiss on the trembling man before him. "Try again."