Hole

Twice more in the night Draco awoke and sleepily reached for the other body in his bed, taking him without preparation or finesse. There was something deeply satisfying in using a warm, unresisting fucktoy while half-asleep; the soft belly and sharp hip-bones trembling under his hands, the utter sensuality of slow sliding in and out, in and out, licking and biting the smooth muscles of the slave's naked shoulder and nape at whim - and then the sharp judder of release before sliding back down into welcoming sleep.

As dawn broke Draco stretched and rolled over, lazily eyeing the pretty view available to him. He reached for his wand and murmured "Tempus."

It was a little before six. Lucius would be expecting his wake-up call in half an hour, and Draco examined the slave with a view to that end. His father never minded his slaves bruised or used, but he insisted that they be clean. Also, this one had certainly not eaten in the last twelve hours, which might impact on his stamina. Draco snapped his fingers.

As Peppy appeared to take the order for breakfast Hole woke up. His wide, confused eyes focussed warily on Draco, who finished speaking to Peppy before turning to the slave.

"There are several matters I need to deal with this morning," he began conversationally. "Firstly, when you are in my bedroom but not in my bed I expect you to be kneeling or sitting cross-legged on that rug in the corner, back straight, hands to the side.

"Secondly, at dawn you leave my bed and assume that position." He waited only three seconds before Hole's eyes widened and he scrambled over to the Slave Rug. Draco allowed his mouth to curve into a small smile at the sight of the anxious, naked boy kneeling tautly upright on the small, red Persian carpet. "Knees apart!" he reminded sharply.

"Thirdly, you are filthy. Before you wake my father you need to wash. Do not forget your hair. If I have kept you overnight you may use my bathroom. The green soap is suitable for your use and you may have three minutes under the spray. After you have turned it off, say 'Dry' and the shower cubicle will dry you.

"Fourthly, I have arranged for food to be provided for you this morning. You will find it on the rug when you have finished your shower.

"And finally, I do not wish you to forget that you broke the rules by crying out last night. You will be punished. Return to my rooms this evening at eight o'clock unless the Master gives you other orders. That is all."

Draco turned to slip on the green silk dressing gown hanging on the end of his bed as Hole swiftly made for the bathroom. Draco could hear the shower; two and a half minutes: good. He went through his appointments for the day, slowly savouring his poached eggs on toast. Behind him Hole returned to his rug, ate whatever Peppy had provided and vanished promptly at 6.28, automatically transported to Lucius' rooms.

Draco stood up, enjoying the languid burn in his muscles, memento of a very pleasant night. As the warm shower embraced him, he hoped that Lucius would not require Hole's services that evening. He had such lovely plans.