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I looked up at him searching his face for any hint of a lie, this simply couldn’t be true. It was too much for me, and I simply collapsed. The darkness took me in and held me tightly soothing me and wiping away my tears. I felt like I was floating through nothingness, and I never wanted to wake up. I then found myself dreaming of being wrapped up by a warm blanket in a soft bed. My brain shut down and I was asleep. For the first time since I can remember I didn’t have any nightmares, no horrific scenes plagued my night. I slept better than I had in many years. I had no sense of time as I drifted through blissful nothingness. After what seemed to me like weeks of sleep I finally opened my eyes. I had not been dreaming, I was in what resembled a dog bed, wrapped in a warm fleece blanket. My body panicked as I searched the room for an explanation. I stood, only to be brought back to my knees by some invisible force. A whimper escaped my lips as the unforgiving stone crashed into my knee caps.



“You’re finally awake.”



That voice made me see red as I looked for the speaker; he sat at desk across the room, a desk I knew only too well. It had been Dumbledore’s desk until the moment his body had been thrown from this very tower. To see that snake of a man sitting in that seat caused my entire body to scream in anger. I ran for Voldemort jumping at him when I was close enough. The force of my leap knocked both of us backwards breaking the chair and sending us reeling to the stone floor. I punched at the face I hated so much but for some reason he simply laughed. I landed one particularly hard punch to his cheek bone hearing a very satisfying crunch before it hit me. The hurt was more than I had ever felt in my entire life. Knives of pain slashed at every inch of my skin seeming to rip chunks of flesh out of my body mercilessly. I was in too much agony to even scream. There was nothing I could do but thrash on the floor trying to fight whatever was hurting me, and then it suddenly stopping. I lay there panting with tears streaming down my face unable to move a muscle. He sighed as he stood above my shaking body.



“I tried to warn you, Harry. You should have listened to me.”



His tone was not teasing or even cruel, it was just as if he had stated a fact. He flicked his wand at me restoring my strength with a silent spell before returning to the desk and picking up a quill. I stayed where I was as the scenes from the end of the war replayed in my head. I looked at him with murder in my eyes when I remembered what had happened with Ron and how he had given people way as gifts.



“You lied to me! I agreed to this only so none of them would get hurt!”



Outrage and pure hatred tinted my every word as I yelled a stream of curses while I attempted to stand.



“Silence!”



He roared at me seeming furious at the words that had just come out of my mouth. I tried to provoke him by screaming back at him, but nothing came out of my mouth. The force behind his command knocked me back down to my knees.



“Insolent little boy, I promised you I would not kill any of your friends and so I did not! You will never doubt my honor again and it is not up to you to decide. You shall also never curse again. My slave shall always have a clean mouth. It seems you learned nothing from your bout with pain just a few minutes ago, I suppose I will have to teach you your first lesson now!”



I looked up at him preparing myself for him to say the Unforgivable Curse that would cause me pain, but instead he walked toward the door flinging to open. My body instantly began to crawl after him with curiosity blazing in my eyes. The staircase slowly descended, but instead of stopping where it normally did we continued down. I looked up at Voldemort rather confused; however, he did not acknowledge my glance nor did he answer my questions.



“Heel”



I had no choice but to follow only a half a step behind his brisk pace as he walked down a hallway that was unfamiliar to me. Heavy oak doors lined the long hallway all shut tightly seeming as if it had been decades since they had been opened. I almost collided with his lower leg when he abruptly stopped about halfway down the hallway. He turned to face the door and placed his wand on the handle. I felt the familiar tingle in the air that magic created and then it was gone. My lungs filled with air then released in a soft sigh. He opened the door and walked inside with my body close behind. The room seemed empty; the walls were a light grey color with silver flicks sprinkled around. There was one window that faced out towards the lake. It seemed to be about mid-day from the sun’s position. The light felt warm and good on my bare skin. A chair suddenly appeared in the middle of the room and he sat down in it pointing to the floor in front of him. I knew what he wanted and my body instantly complied crawling to the spot and kneeling there.



“It’s time for you to learn your rules, Harry. First off, you will address me as Master. Everyone else who is not a slave shall be Sir and Ma’am to you. Anyone who enters this castle has the right do give you an order as long as I approve. You will not be able to resist an order I approve. There are no safe words, I do not love you or even like you, you are my slave and nothing more. You will find yourself unable to leave the Hogwarts grounds without my support so running away is not an option for you. When I want I might dismiss you to the grounds or elsewhere in the castle when I am not in need of your service. Do you understand so far?”



I nodded my head once starting to shake slightly as I realized how limited my freedom would be from now on.



“Any rule I make will stick until I choose to rescind it. You’ve already learned what happens when you try to hurt me. You will not be allowed clothing unless I expressly demand it. I have placed a warming charm on that collar though so even when it is snowing out, you will not die of frostbite. Any harm you do to yourself will not be allowed. There is no way out of this until I choose you to die.”



A soft whimpering noise came from my slightly parted lips and I could almost feel the smile cross his face as he seemed to enjoy my internal struggle. I fidgeted as tears burned at my eyes. I would not cry in front of him.



“You will never stand in while I am present unless you must walk up or down stairs, I don’t want you to fall and restrict my enjoyment of you. All of my spell work on you is permanent unless I choose to lift it. You will have an erection every time you are around me, but you cannot cum until I give you permission. Feel free to beg though. You will also feel pain unless I have fucked either of your holes at least once a day.”



Instantly I panicked and backed away from him. I didn’t like boys never mind Voldemort. The thought of him inside of me made me want to throw up, but as ordered my cock began to harden and point upwards. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me as I fell back on my butt staring at my excited organ. My breath came in short gasps as I struggled to come to terms with what was happening to me.



“What a pretty little cock you have, Harry but it’s time for the final act that will bind you to me.”



He pointed to a raised platform that was cushioned in silky green. I crawled towards it fighting the tears and the order at the same time.



“On your back, Harry, and lift your legs so you’re holding your ankles. Mmm. . .that’s a beautiful picture. Spread your legs as wide as you can.”



I turned my head to the side, my face a deep shade of red as I was displayed like a piece of meat. The tears started to fall slowly at first but picking up pace. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. He moaned loudly as he pulled his massive cock out of his pants, it looked much too big for even half of it to fit inside me. Panic set over once again as my entire body shook, but my hands were glued to my ankles and I was glued on my back. He stepped closer kneeling as he ran a finger around my tightly puckered hole.



“Have you ever been fucked, Harry?”



“N-no, Master.”



The last word felt painful as it exited my mouth as if it were a dirty word. I jumped a little bit when he patted my bottom.



“Before I give you the pleasure of my cock buried in your tight little ass, I promised you punishment.”



I watched him through my spread legs as he conjured up a small wooden paddle. I whimpered loudly pursing my lips tightly and waited for the pain.



“After each stroke I want you to count and apologize for being a naughty little boy, Harry.”



I nodded once as tears slid down the sides of my face wetting my hair. He stood and wound his arm back. The first smack was agony as the heat and pain radiated through my body, but I bit my lip to keep from yelping. I would not give him that.



“One, I’m sorry I was a naughty little boy, Master!”



I worked hard not to yelp or stutter as I was paddled 49 more times. My tears were another story though, I only cried harder as my bottom turned from pink to red, maybe even black and blue in some spots. When I realized he was finally done I panted and cried trying desperately to stifle my sobs. He placed his hands on my hot bottom after letting me cry for several minutes.



“Relax that hot little ass, Harry. If you tense up too much, I could break your inner walls.”



My body obeyed and I let my head fall back to the side sniffling and whimpering softly.