A Darker Future

Disclaimer: Nope don't own Harry Potter. I just kidnapped him and handed him over to the dark lord.

Author Note: Did I mention I loooooove reviews? Another chapter hot off the keyboard. And do I mean hot! WARNING! Man molestation and a hissy fit.

Chapter 5

Harry wasn't used to sleeping with someone else. Being a 'freak' meant that he slept alone from a very early age. It wasn't until the magical world that Harry had any sort of positive sleeping experiences. It was a joy to hear someone else breathing deeply in the dorms. It wasn't a bad thing or scary to hear someone shuffle in their sleep or to get up before him. It was a comfort that almost every one of his friends took for granted that Harry treasured. But no matter the circumstances, Harry still slept alone. So it came as somewhat of a shock to Harry to wake to find someone in his bed. Someone who was molesting him.

“AH!” Harry moaned as pleasure shot through his body. Harry woke with a start as an orgasm began to build sharp and sweet in his loins. When Harry experimented in the safety of his own room, it never felt like this! A larger hand was wrapped around his aching cock while another played with sacks. Harry was too far gone to even think about pulling away or stopping the rising pleasure. Harry could feel a warm body against his back and could feel heavy breath on the back of his neck. There was a gentle kiss and a few licks as the hand continued to pleasure Harry. “AH! NGH! AH!” Harry was so close!

“That's it. Come for me.” Harry thrust his hips forward one last time and came. Fireworks exploded behind Harry's eyelids as he blasted his seed all over a waiting hand. The hand milked Harry of every last drop of sperm as he lay panting on the bed, trying to regain his breath. Harry's mind was in a whirl as he tried to remember what was going on and why he was reacting so strongly to a stranger. It all came to Harry at once. Voldemort. The ritual. Last night.

'Oh god no! Please let this be a bad dream! Let this all be a bad dream!' Harry curled in on himself as he tried desperately not to think about his situation. Voldemort smirked as he watched the emotions flash across Harry's face. The realization, the denial, the horror and then the self disgust.

'Well I can't let that happen now can I?' Voldemort thought as he took in Harry's trembling form. 'Self hatred could lead to self destruction. Let's see what I can do for damage control.' Ignoring his own discomfort, Voldemort got off the bed and picked Harry up. Harry didn't react much except to whimper when Voldemort touched him and when he felt how hard the Dark Lord still was.

“Zippy!” Voldemort called to an empty room. “Prepare the bath please. We will be there shortly.” There was a pop as the house elf that had been waiting to serve left the room not being seen or heard. Voldemort carried Harry out of the room and into the hallways of the mansion. Harry was terrified. Voldemort opened an ornate door with carvings of water snakes snapping up there prey in hungry jaws. Inside was a master bath that many could only dream of and only the wealthy could indulge. It was hot and steamy. The entire room was done in an expensive jungle motif with all the modern magic and muggle conveniences. Carved stone lined the way down into the water as steps. The entire shape of the bathtub was a circle but it was layered in the shaped of a pentagram. One could step down into the star shape and sit to wash. Harry came back to his senses a little as Voldemort sat down with Harry on his lap. That was when the butt plug irritated the muscles and pressed in a little.

“What?” Harry reached around to feel what Voldemort had stuck there only to have his hands captured.

“Ah. No touching. That has to stay in for another 24 hours.” Voldemort chided gently. “Besides, I doubt you want the nasty shock that goes with that.” Harry came out of his traumatized trance then and there.

“YOU!” Voldemort smirked as he suddenly had a lap full of hissing, struggling, furious boy. “You absolute bastard! What the fuck did you do to me! What gives you the right to treat me as some sort of sex toy! When I find my wand, you're a dead man!” Every sentence was punctuated with a kick of Harry's legs and a struggling body part. Voldemort could feel his arousal go through the roof as a wiggling bottom ground into his rapidly renewing erection. A transfer of both hands into one, left one free to catch Harry's kicking legs. Voldemort spooned Harry so he could no longer kick at him and put is ass in direct contact with a hot piece of flesh.

“My god! you're hot when your angry!” Voldemort chuckled into Harry neck. Harry had frozen when he was moved into direct contact with the very penis that shook and destroyed his world last night. A trembling overcame Harry's body in remembrance. Harry tried to curl into a fetal position while still on Voldemort's lap.

'God. Not Again! I don't think I can take another night like that. Let alone an entire day!' Voldemort felt Harry retreating into himself again and decided to intervene. Harry was suddenly unbalanced when he was flipped around so he was facing Voldemort. Harry was positioned so that he straddled Voldemort's lap, two arms wrapped around his back and bottom holding him close (think bear hug). In such skin to skin contact, the aphrodisiac began to activate. Voldemort smirked and shifted so that their pelvis's were touching.

“Ngh. Ah! Ah!” Harry felt spikes of pleasure shoot through his cock. Harry gasped and tried to stay still so friction wouldn't add to the magic induced pleasure. “Cream!” Harry gasped through his lips. Voldemort gave Harry a wicked smile as he purposely rocked his hips forward making him moan,

“Did I forget to mention that the cream was permanent too? Must have slipped my mind.” Harry hissed as a hand reached around to play with one of his nipples. Harry could swear he could feel every drop of water between their two bodies as he continued to rock.

“Stop it!” Harry managed to snarl between gasps. In response, Voldemort ducked his head down to suckle a nipple while his hand sneaked down to encircle their straining erections. A slow glide had Harry arching so hard he was sure a muscle strained. Harry was the first to come followed closely by Voldemort. Harry lay limp in Voldemort's arms trying to regain his regular breathing pattern. Two orgasm's before breakfast and Harry was ready to return to sleep,

“Much better.” Voldemort murmured above Harry's head as he held them both above water level. Harry was still getting shocks of pleasure as he was still in full body contact with his tormentor. Voldemort snapped his fingers and a tray of soap and oils jetted across the water to them. Harry actually thought it was kind of brilliant but was too worn to care. Voldemort selected a purple bottle from the tray and poured the contents into Harry's hair. Harry sleepily looked up to Voldemort's face to see what he was doing and was surprised to see that the Dark Lord needed a shave.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked through heavy lids. Voldemort set the bottle back on the tray and began to run his fingers through dark messy hair.

“I would think that was obvious. I am bathing you.” Harry closed his eyes in bliss as both hands began to massage his scalp. Voldemort was taken aback by the beauty that Harry made in that one moment. Harry's eyes closed and his lips parted and begged to be taken in a kiss, he was clean and smelled of lavender and peach fuzz. Not known for resisting temptation, Voldemort did just that and took possession of Harry's mouth in a fiery kiss.

“Mmmmm!” Harry was shocked when lips parted his in a kiss and a tongue entered his mouth. Harry couldn't move back as strong hands held him still as the tongue plundered him to it's owners contentment. Harry was too stunned to even think of biting the Dark Lord to let him go. Besides that, the pleasure of skin to skin contact was building again. Voldemort smirked into the kiss as he felt Harry go half mast again. Really, a teenager was extremely good for the ego. Especially one as sensitive as Harry. Voldemort released Harry from the kiss and stood up in the bath.

“Lean back so I can rinse you.” Voldemort said gently. Harry was quickly dipped back into the water to rinse the suds from his hair. When he came back up, Harry was met with a quick peck on his lips as he was carried out of the water and into a change room. Before Harry had time to react, he was dried off and was being sat and dressed like a doll..

“Cut it out!” Harry tried to stand up to back away from the Dark Lord to find his legs didn't want to work and he flopped back down. “Ow!” Directly, it seemed, on his butt plug. Voldemort watched amused. Before Harry tried to get up again in protest, Voldemort caught his hands and pulled a blue silk robe down over Harry's head and arms. Harry growled as he was picked up bridal style. A very naked lord walked through his home as if he was bringing a bride over the threshold. Voldemort took Harry to the sitting room and placed him in front of a larger breakfast.

“Eat.” Voldemort said as he sat opposite Harry in a chair rather than the love seat. Harry look down to see his plate piled high with fruit and pancakes. A large glass of milk and some sausage sat to the side. “You need to eat.” Voldemort said when Harry made no motion to pick up the utensils. Harry crossed his arms.

“I really don't feel like puking it up later. As is I still feel sick.” Harry snarled at Voldemort. The darkest lord of the century got up from his seat and crossed the room to his study still naked. Harry watched him go wary. Voldemort returned dressed in a pair of black robes and shiny shoes. What alarmed Harry was the wand that he brought with him. Harry tried to get up to run only to cry out in pain. The abused muscles from last night decided to make themselves known by protesting any sudden movement. Harry curled in on himself, and crumpled to the floor. Voldemort quickly strode and picked up Harry and set him on his lap.

“No more. I was going to talk to you after breakfast but your attitude states that this can't wait.” Harry clenched his teeth is pain and anger.

“What's there to talk about! You raped and tortured me last night and you plan to continue!” Harry snarled. Voldemort eyes narrowed dangerously. Harry's breath caught in his throat when he saw that he had stepped over a line. Voldemort flicked his wand and Harry was suddenly facing the couch over the dark lords knee. Voldemort held a restraining hand on Harry's back so he could not get up.

“Harry. The first thing you should learn is that it is not wise to anger me. The second is that I am a dark lord and there are things I will not tolerate!” Harry yelped as a hand came down and smacked his backside. With his hands underneath him, Harry was unable to protect his bottom. Four more solid hits later had Harry near tears and Voldemort still holding him down. “I admit I have hurt you terribly in the last day. I will not apologize as most of it was necessary.” Voldemort lifted up Harry's robe to show his bare bottom reddening. “This is just one of the punishments you will receive if you see fit to push me. I'm sure you can use your imagination to see how lightly you got off.”

“That still doesn't give you the right to molest me!” Harry choked through his tears. Voldemort began to to caress Harry's bare bottom. “Quite touching me! This is what I mean. You keep disregarding my will!” Harry complained as Voldemort continued. Voldemort sighed as he could see the boy's point. Harry's robe was pulled down and he was sat up to be cradled in the dark lords arms.

“I suppose that is true. You are too much of a temptation for a man with an active libido. I'm the dark ruler of the British Isles Harry. Dark rulers are not known for resisting well anything.” A soothing hand ran up and down Harry's back to calm and relax the distressed teen. “Understand, Harry, that last night was a one time occurrence. The spell had to be completed.”

“What about the Devils Hand?” Harry asked not looking Voldemort in the eyes. Voldemort mentally laughed. Oh his new minx was sharp! Not a lot of people would have caught that wasn't part of the spell.

“It was the only way to ensure your continued survival Harry.” Harry gave Voldemort a skeptical look so he expanded his explanation. “Once the ritual was completed, there was nothing holding you here. I am bonded to you now and an insane, jealous dark lord is not good for continued existence. This way you can not be tempted to take another lover. It would have been likely I would have killed the lover, you and ultimately myself in a rage. I am merely heading off a problem before it becomes one. Besides, I find you attractive and I am a very possessive lover.” Harry gulped and blushed beet red.

'What the hell can I say to that!' Harry studied his hands in embarrassment. 'The Dark Lord Voldemort just admitted to the equivalent of having a crush on me!' Voldemort smiled in satisfaction and admired the redness that bloomed on Harry's cheeks. Harry shifted and was reminded of something else.

“What about the thing uh-ah-do-down there?” Harry asked timidly. It was Voldemort's turn to look confused. Harry grunted and gestured to his ass. The Dark Lord still didn't catch his meaning.“What did you stick in my ass you pervert!” Harry growled in annoyance. Voldemort clicked his tongue at Harry,

“Language. It's a butt plug. It's to hold you open and to keep fluids inside you.”

“What!” Harry squawked. “You mean your seed is still?” Voldemort nodded. “Eeeew! Why didn't you vanish it!” Harry squinted his eyes suspiciously at Voldemort. “This isn't some sort of kink is it? Is that why you can't keep your hands to yourself.” Harry demanded staring pointedly at the hands that settled on his hip and inner thigh. Voldemort blinked, he had not been aware of his wandering hands. Interesting.

“Actually, I've never though about it. I suppose we will have to experiment to see if it is one.” Voldemort said as he slid his hand up a little further up. “As for the butt plug, it is there for a purpose. That is all I shall say for now.” Voldemort lifted Harry up and set him back down on the love seat. “Now I think it is time for you to have some food. Then it's back to bed.” Harry gawked as the Dark Lord refused to answer his question and pushed his plate forward. Harry gave the man across from him a quick glance to judge his mood.

'I can't believe that he thinks I'll be satisfied with that.' Harry picked up his fork and began to eat. Harry sat through breakfast, hyper aware of the little black plug that sat innocently in him. 'It serves a purpose my ass! It's got to be a fetish! Only a Dark Lord would be sadistic enough to get off on something that makes someone else so uncomfortable.'