The Rules of the Game

A/N: All right, the major abuse is about to start so if you’re not into it leave now. Plus it’s a bit disturbing in general.

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When I was three houses away from number four I could feel the anger coming from the house and knew it was from my uncle. I paused in my steps uncertain for a moment, because though I didn\'t think I had done anything, I knew and angry Vernon meant time in the basement. With a steadying breath I continued on, wondering if it was my imagination that I could sense the strong emotion or a new ability, but by the time I got to the door my body was shaking from the force of the anger, and knew I had done something wrong. I slipped inside as quietly as possible and listened to the voices and discovered the source of his anger. It seemed that Vernon\'s boss was upset that he had lost a business partner because of his temper and had told him to go home early to cool off. I dropped my backpack in shock at hearing the news, unfortunately attracting the attention of the ticking bomb in the kitchen.

\"You ungrateful brat, just think you can throw your crap around this house, after all we paid for it.\"

I looked guiltily down at the bag, they had been kind enough to give me, even if it was one of Dudley\'s old ones and was held together by duct tape.
\"Forgive me Uncle, Aunt.\" I said softly as I bent over and picked the bag back up but then heard the pounding of Vernon\'s footsteps down that hall and tensed.
\"Oh you will be sorry boy.\" I heard him growl before I was jerked up by my collar and dragged towards the basement door. \"You probably did this. You\'re the reason I\'m in trouble with my boss.\" I heard him mumble but offered no response. He threw me down on the floor against the far wall where there were some manacles attached to the wall that he would soon lock me into. When he had me standing, facing the wall, arms locked above my head and shirt torn off I heard the whistle of the whip before it came down on my back. I remembered years ago when this all started that I thought I was going to die from the pain, but through the years have realized that my body can take a lot of abuse and this wasn\'t going to kill it. All this was was pain which I was becoming used to anyways so it didn\'t really matter, and I didn\'t feel it as much. I hoped that this allowed him to get out his anger, it would be bad if he lost his job because then we would have no income for the house. If I could help by being the release of that anger then that was good, what was I good for otherwise, I was just some freak kid that was forced upon them. Perhaps it\'s the price that I must pay, I must have done something bad to be treated like this, maybe I\'m not trying hard enough, doing what I should be doing. I just didn\'t know.

The minutes went buy and as my body laid limp now against the wall the strokes coming slower and slower, it seemed that he had tired out. I wondered if he would release me now or make me hang there for a while, I think I was about to pass out either way but worried if I would be punished again if I wasn\'t there to bid Petunia and Dudley a good trip. Either way the thought of making it back up the stairs to say good-bye was cut short as blackness flooded my vision and I collapsed against the wall.

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When I awoke again it was to the feel of warmth surrounding me but also a sharp stinging in my back causing me to gasp and cringe in pain. It took me a moment to realize that I was in the bath tub with no clothes on in \'warm\' water. I couldn\'t believe it, I had never been allowed warm water before, it felt amazing. Was this his way of apologizing, of thanking me somehow? Probably not, he must have just wanted dinner and needed me awake and not bleeding all over the food.

\"You\'re a beautiful boy Harry.\" I heard him say as he ran a hand down my chest, which was strange cause the blood from there was gone already, maybe he was being thorough. But that comment was confusing to, I definitely wasn\'t beautiful or even mildly good looking, I was a freak, ugly, revolting, a nuisance. I had scars all over, even that one on my face, unruly hair, big glasses and people have said I\'m too scrawny or feminine looking. Of course I said none of this to Vernon, it had not been said expecting a response and I wouldn\'t ever argue with him either way. I just continued to watch him confused as he continued to rub his hand over me until he reached between my legs and then I stared at him wide-eyed confused loosing my mask for a second. \"Hush boy, now you need to be good.\"

\'Good?\' I had been trying all my life to be \'good\' to make them happy to make them proud of me.

\"Stand.\" He ordered and I jumped up as quickly as I could.

\'Damn that was a bad idea, I hurt like hell.\'

\"We\'re going to have a shower.\" He said so I gave him a nod, pulled the plug on the drain and switched it to a shower. When I turned back around Vernon was standing there with no clothes on and this time I managed to keep my mask up and hide my disgust. He was the first other person I had seen without clothes but I didn\'t want to see, something felt wrong, I could feel my magic boiling up and forced it to calm and put more shields around it. I watched silently and without expression as he got in the shower next to me. It was then that I noticed that the thing between his legs was sticking up. From the anatomy books I studied I knew it was called a penis but I couldn\'t remember ever reading about one sticking up like that, I wondered if he had some medical problem. \"Boy, come here.\" He ordered with a strange light in his eyes.

\'Come here, I was barely two feet away, did I really need to come closer?\' I wondered but obeyed non-the-less. When I was right in front of him he reached out and took my hand, placing it on his penis. It was really hard, I was about to mention he should definitely see a doctor when I heard a deep moan come from him. I looked to his face to see him looking at the ceiling with his eyes half closed before my attention was drawn back down as he began to move my hand up and down. I tried to jerk my hand away as he moaned again but his grip tightened around my wrist and I looked back up into his eyes to see a strange light in them. \"Do it boy.\" He growled in a voice that demanded obedience and I stopped struggling and allowed him to move my hand again as his eyes looked up and down my body.

\"On your knees.\" He said and I began to obey until I felt a stab of pain shoot up my back. I jerked back up and twisted to the side so that the water couldn\'t hit my new lashes but before I could explain I felt a hard punch to my stomach and collapsed to my knees.

\'Oh god, it was like being lashed all over again,\' the pounding water seemed to open up any wound that had begun to close and continued to send tiny needles into the wounds. I gritted my teeth in an attempt to get the pain under control and when I looked up again it was to see Vernon\'s hard penis right by my face.

\"Suck on it.\" He ground out and after glancing at him to see another way reluctantly opened my mouth and took as much of it I could in. The second I closed around him he let out a roar of pleasure and then jerked into my mouth. I began to choke and tried to pull away but one of his beefy hand wound into my hair and forced it farther down on him as he thrust up into me. I tried to relax my mouth so I wouldn\'t choke but it was hard and I was so confused.

\"Gods Harry, you\'re so good, so warm.\" He gasped out between thrusts and I felt sick and yet hopeful at the same time. I was so confused, I didn\'t like it nor understand, I thought of the rules, searching for an explanation of what to do. \'No crying\'... I hadn\'t cried in years but I also didn\'t want to see so I squeezed my eyes tight, trying to distract myself by thinking of something else. \'No questions\' I wanted to ask, this hadn\'t happened before, why... why was he doing this? What was he doing? But that would make him angry, and I didn\'t want that so I let the questions die in the back of my throat. \'Don\'t speak.\' This was the hardest I wanted to yell do something, but I couldn\'t I had to be good, and he said this would make me good... that\'s all I wanted. I wanted to be special like Dudley, have the privileges he had, be hugged like him, have toys, friends. Was this what Dudley did to be a \'good boy\'? I never remembered them doing this, but Vernon had waited for his wife a Dudley to be out perhaps... but I was always home I would have noticed. Would this make me special, would this make me good, would this make me loved? Oh I hoped so, it was what I had been praying for from God since I could remember, it was all I wanted.

What would change? What would I get now? Would I eat with them? Talk with them? I wondered glad to have thought of something else while Vernon did what he did, and then I felt a warm, salty liquid squirt down my throat and did choke. Finally he pulled out of my mouth and I bent over on all fours coughing up a white substance and watched as it went down the drain to join with the pink water from my blood.

Vernon left without saying another thing and I was left to put myself back together, find clothes and slip into my cupboard where my exhausted body collapsed boneless. As I faded to sleep I thought that though I had been badly beaten and then... whatever that was, perhaps it would be worth it, perhaps I would be loved, even a little now.

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The next day I had convinced myself things would be different, I bounded into the kitchen once my cupboard was unlocked with a smile on my face (ignoring the pains in my back), made eggs with bacon and sausage, but when everyone came down I wasn\'t invited to the table. I stood there so shocked and confused I missed the moment Petunia finished her breakfast.

\"Boy! Where\'s your brains! I\'m done clear the damn plate!\" She called and I scurried forwards, giving a small bow in apology as I took the plate and went to clean it, but not missing the angry glare from Vernon. When Petunia and Dudley went upstairs to change Vernon came over and smacked me so hard my head slammed into the counter and as I fell to the floor I watched the blood drip onto the clean floor.

\"Never forget your place boy, you freak.\" He snapped, emphasizing it with a kick to the chest where I heard two ribs snap. I gasped for breath on the floor in a growing pool of my blood, too shocked to begin healing to stop the bleeding. I heard him leave the kitchen as well but remained on the floor trying to understand, and then I did. I was so stupid, I had been stupid and forgotten... I\'m nothing, I\'m a freak, I didn\'t deserve love or kindness. I had to be punished, I was bad and what Vernon had done to me was just another punishment, just another thing that I deserved, that was only right to be done to me, and my wish of being loved would never come true because there was no God and even if there was he wasn\'t going to save some piece of shit like me.

Rule # 5: You\'re alone, and if you want or need something you have to do it yourself.

I didn\'t need anyone, I had survived as long as I had and knew no one was going to help me, but either way I didn\'t want nor need anyone\'s help.

The \'games\' with Vernon continued and steadily became more frequent. Just like I mastered everything else I mastered sucking him off so that I could get it done and over with in just a few minutes. I continued my mastering of my magic over the summer and could feel my powers continue to grow. I even began to change myself into any animal I wished and would follow Gary around to his secret spots. I eventually had to put up another and very powerful shield to prevent my new ability of sensing emotions from causing problems but after having to but up a mental shield that one wasn\'t too hard.

I also continued my training in martial arts in secret when I had the chance. I had made a copy of all my sensei at school knew before the end of the year and just had to work on getting my body used to the moves. It was towards the end of the summer when I made a mistake that cost me greatly.

I had been in the back yard gardening and talking with Gary when Vernon came behind me. I hadn\'t even heard Petunia and Dudley leave for the only reason he would have come back here was to get his cock sucked but he definitely had heard me talking to Gary. When the shadow fell across me I for once didn\'t know what to do, there was no way that I could deny what I had been doing and it seemed that Gary was just as confused as me. Before I could even get a thought through Vernon snatched the shovel next to me and brought it down on Gary\'s head again and again. At that moment I did something I hadn\'t done before, I broke one of my rules. I screamed out for him to stop and shoved him away from the mutilated body aided by my magic. I didn\'t even realize that I had just sprawled my uncle onto the grass, I was just staring at the bloody body of my only friend until something hard hit into the back of my head and everything went black.

When I woke up it was to pain lancing down my back and I let out a whimper before I could gain control. \"So you\'re awake freak? Good.\" I heard my uncle growl and only then realized I was chained to a bed but worse I was in the basement. I felt the blood rolling down my back, almost soothing to the throbbing painful mass that it was. I heard a rustling noise but couldn\'t identify it as any of the \'toys\' he usually used to cause me pain but at the sound of a zipper I realized what it was. The feel of flesh lying on top of me unfortunately assured me that my assumption was correct and I could feel his hard cock poking into my back.

\"You\'ve been a bad little boy, and I\'m going to show you what happens to bad freaks.\" Before I had too long to agonize over what that might be I felt his hard cock ram up my ass and for the second time in less than 24 hours broke another of my rules and screamed. This wasn\'t like last time where it was a yell of protest, this one was from unexpected and unimaginable pain. My brain could barely comprehend what it was that he was doing but I did know that I preferred my flesh being ripped from my back by a whip over being ripped apart from the inside. The pain went throughout my entire body taking away all the control that I had mastered for that past few years. As he continued to thrust into me, his fingers digging into my hips as I began to block it out. I first worked on the pain, diminishing it and numbing my body to it until I could think and then I shut down my brain, detaching myself from what was happening to my body and letting it go limp in my uncle\'s grasp. Having an unresponsive body in his grasp didn\'t seem to deter him in the slightest as he continued to work towards his completion. When he finally released it was only registered in the back of my mind at the acknowledgement that his salty fluids had caused another burst of pain when mixed with my torn flesh. As he pulled out he mumbled something in my ear but I had lost the last bit of my energy and will at that point and fell into unconsciousness.

When I regained consciousness I was all alone and examined the damage to my body with my magic. For the first time it wasn\'t my back that was in the most pain and not wanting to know that exact damage that was done shoved a large amount of magic towards that area with the command to \'heal\'. As the pain faded away I began to work on my back, easing the pain but leaving the wounds visible so that Vernon didn\'t feel that his work had been undone and need to be done again. Despite this plan that usually worked, when Vernon did return it wasn\'t to release me but to ram inside me again. I didn\'t cry or speak, but lay there numb and confused again and wanting it to stop. I knew that I could force him off with my powers but using my powers in front of him was what had caused this, it was my fault for becoming careless, I caused Gary\'s death and this was my punishment for it. He continued doing that to me as well as beating me for three more days before I assume Petunia complained about the chores and I was returned to my cupboard. What I had thought would be a good summer was turning out to be worse than ever before because Vernon didn\'t seem about to end his new game which without enough food was beginning to drain my body.