Burning Man

WARNINGS!!! This is very graphic. Non-con and so forth.

Book 2

The Decapitated Queen



Part 1

Ozone



“You better not gag Harry, you don't want my mother to come and see you,” Dudley's eyes were beetle black in the darkness as he stared down on his cousin, his fists tightly clenched in Harry's raven hair as he forced his cock deeper into the boy's mouth. He slid his eyes closed, feeling the back of Harry's throat contract around him. He let out a soft groan and came, holding himself inside of his cousin. He then shoved the younger boy away from him and buttoned up his pants, looking down on the thin boy with disgust before turning and walking back to his room which was joined to the second bedroom that had been his discarded toy room. Harry suddenly started vomiting into the trashcan next to the bed, trying to keep it quiet so it wouldn't wake his aunt and uncle. He shivered uncontrollably as he curled up on the floor, trying to not fly off the handle and go into hysterics. He had gotten home just the day before from school and was still just 12 years old, almost 13 and had completed his second year at Hogwarts, had finally made good friends and was realizing that there really was a normal life outside of the Dursley's. Not that his Aunt and uncle did more than slap him around occasionally and tell him he was stupid and awful. It wasn't like he had to deal with broken bones or being starved or sexually abused until suddenly Dudley attacked him and then it was unbearable. The boy was a monster, a destructive creature.



He woke up the next morning to sunshine streaming in his window, he slowly sat up, still on the floor and climbed to his feet to go make breakfast for the family. They had found out that he couldn't do magic on the holidays and he was back to doing all the chores. He made breakfast and served it to the rest before eating himself. Dudley was absent, he usually slept in until after his parents left for work. Harry soon found himself working in the garden, working on the weeds that had already started to invade. A shadow fell over him just as he got ready for his noon day break.



“So Harry, want to play a game?” Dudley asked, leering down on him.



“Leave me alone you sick bastard,” Harry growled, turning his back on his cousin and pulling more weeds, hoping that the boy would really do it and leave.



“You're the one that swallowed last night you little poof,” Dudley growled, his plump fist digging into Harry's shoulder and dragging him to his feet.



“You raping piece of shit!” Harry shouted in his cousin's face, a fist slammed into his stomach and he doubled over, falling to his knees in the soft dirt.



“I may not be allowed to mar your dirty fucking face but I can make sure you feel who's fucking boss,” Dudley lifted Harry's face to look up at him. He then grabbed the other's arm and dragged him into the house and up into Harry's bedroom. He threw the slighter boy on the small bed and started pulling off his belt.



“Leave me the fuck alone!” Harry screamed, struggling to get off the bed and run but Dudley was too fast for him and grabbed his arm, twisting it back painfully and securing it along with his other arm behind his back and wrapping his belt around his small wrists, grinding them painfully together.



“Stop it!” Harry shouted, twisting around to try and get away from the older boy, trying desperately to get to his feet, anything. Dudley pulled the other up and put him face down on the bed again while he worked off the hand me down jeans.



“You know what Potter? I'm going to enjoy ruining your life for the rest of mine,” Dudley growled in his ear as he pulled off his own jeans.



Part 2

Branded



Harry groaned, rolling his head from shoulder to shoulder as he tugged on the thick collar around his neck, his wrists handcuffed to the hook in the floor boards along with the leash. His aunt and uncle had left to visit distant relatives and wouldn't be back for a whole eight days. He had struggled against the collar for hours, naked and dirty on the floor next to Dudley's bed, sweat caking his body from fear and the summer heat. The door opened behind him and in walked Dudley along with one of his sick friends, Dennis was his name and one of the more evil of Dudley's gang. Harry was 14 now and it was nearing the end of the summer. He glanced up at the two and tried to keep the shiver from overtaking his body.



“Just like I told you Dennis, he's enjoys it. A deviant, one of those submissive types you read in the dirty mags. Begs me to do this to him but I'm his cousin see? Can't fuck family,” Dudley's cold eyes leveled on Harry, daring him to tell Dennis the truth.



“So it's okay...right?” Dennis looked between Harry to Dudley.



“Of course it is, he'd get into major trouble if I didn't keep him in line. I'm only helping him out so he doesn't seek out some twisted old fart at a rave or some shit like that,” Dudley waved Dennis on towards Harry. The older, thiner dark brunette slowly walked towards Harry, his bony hands fumbling with the bulge growing between his legs and the zipper to his slacks. Dudley sat down on his bed and watched what was about to happen with greedy eyes. Harry tried to move away from the boy, a whimper in his throat but Dudley sharply smacked the back of his head, making Harry's eyes water.



“Do what he tells you Potter or you're going to regret it,” Dudley warned him, Harry shifted his eyes between his cousin and the boy standing before him, stroking his cock as he studied the cowering boy before him.



“Get up on your knees,” Dennis groaned, speeding up his hand, Harry slowly got up on to his knees as Dennis stepped forward, shoving his cock forward. “Suck on it,” Dennis hissed, grabbing Harry's unruly hair. He barely had time to open his mouth before the long shaft was shoved into his mouth.



“I told you boys suck better cock,” Dudley groaned behind them, his eyes glued on Harry's mouth. Suddenly Harry bit down on the cock in his mouth and Dennis cried out, pulling away from the tied down boy, fondling his assaulted appendage. Dudley instantly backhanded him, sending him reeling back, his skull roughly connecting with the wall on his way to the floor, effectively making him black out.



When he came back to consciousness he was tied to his own bed, on his stomach while Dudley paced next to him, his belt making a slapping noise against his hand.



“You shouldn't have done that Potter, now you force me to take drastic measures to see that you're punished,” Dudley stopped once he realized Harry was awake. He started thrashing against his bonds, crying out for someone to help him.



“You think someone's actually going to come and rescue? You're so stupid!” Dudley's belt whistled through the air and snapped against his lower back and wouldn't stop. The blows kept coming long after Harry's cries were down to pathetic whimpers.



“Now for the real pain,” Dudley ran his hand down the bleeding welts littering Harry's back, buttocks and legs. He turned and walked out of the room, soon he returned with long metal skewer that was bright, bright angry red. Harry started screaming, his struggles starting up again as he tried to wince away from the burning metal. Soon it was all over his back, making it blister and bleed.



“Are you going to disobey me again you little creep?” Dudley shouted over Harry's screams. The only answer he got was Harry passing out.