The Slave

Yay new chapter!

First, thank you for all of your lovely reviews. They made me happy. I got a few stating displeasure with my decision to have Harry top last chapter. I’m sorry that caused such grief, I just thought it’d be a fun change of pace and yes, it will probably happen again, though not in the near future. I just get bored with just one person topping every time.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and do not make any money from these little endeavors.

Warnings: man love, spanking, angsty Harry, worrying Draco, douche Ron (he’ll probably go nice soon). Lots of sex….

Chapter 5: We do what we must

Harry and Draco slowly climbed out of bed the next morning after organizing their clothes and getting redressed in the confinements of the bed, only to be mercilessly teased by the rest of the boys in the room. Something about the silencing charm only being as effective as the silence of the furniture in use. Damn squeaky beds, damn hardwood floors, damn finding the bed two feet over from where it started….

The two had gotten dressed and ready for the day quickly and ran down to breakfast. Draco held Harry back as he looked into the Great Hall to make sure Harry’s friends weren’t there yet. They weren’t but the hall wasn’t exactly empty. Well, time for Plan B.

“What the - !” Harry gasped as Draco grabbed him and dragged him behind the nearest set of armor. Draco grabbed the front of Harry’s robes and roughly pushed him to the wall and brutally kissed him. Draco snaked his tongue into Harry’s mouth and his hand into Harry’s hair, still keeping the other hand twisted in Harry’s robes. For his part, Harry reached out with his tongue to meet Draco’s and wrapped both arms around Draco. He gasped quietly when Draco slipped a knee forward and to the side, knocking Harry’s leg off the ground and then ground up into Harry’s groin, rubbing the tent in his robes deliciously. After a few minutes of this, Draco tightened his grip on Harry’s hair and pulled his head back. He then disentangled his hand from Harry’s robe front and reached into his pocket, retrieving Harry’s collar. With a little help with some magic, Draco put it back in place using one hand.

“Last night you might have topped, but you are my slave, and don’t forget it, Harry. You’ll get a message from me soon. Pay close attention to it.” Draco then let go of Harry, righted his clothing, and stalked off into the Great Hall to join his friends for breakfast. Harry stood there, stunned, for a few moments, trying to sort out what just happened. He finally righted himself, carefully adjusting himself to reduce the tent in his pants, and went to join his own friends in the Great Hall.

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Breakfast was miserable for Harry. Ron was there and just wouldn’t let up. He found a way to make a jab at Harry with every comment he made, sometimes even leaning over to whisper horrible things to Harry about Draco or about his sex life. Harry had decided to be the bigger man and not say anything, but that went out the window when Ron asked if sausage links turned him on. Harry flew up off the bench, throwing the glass he had been holding down onto the table with a terrific crash that captured the attention of everyone in the Great Hall.

“You know what Ron, you can take those fucking sausage links and shove them up your arse! I’m sick of this! Every time anything different comes into our lives you fly off the handles and expect the world to sit by and patiently wait for you to stop your hissy fit before moving on. You know what? I’m SICK OF IT!! If you can’t accept me and who I am and be supportive of me and my life, then you aren’t worth my time!” With that, Harry stormed off, every eye in the hall following him.

Ron was stunned. He looked around the table when he realized that all the eyes in Gryffindor had left the door and were now aimed at him.

“Oh, Ron,” Hermione groaned.

“What did you do?” Ginny asked dangerously.

“What? Just because the Boy-Who-Couldn’t-Take –A-Joke is off having a pity party somewhere I did something wrong?”

“That’s generally how it works, mate,” Dean mumbled.

“You know what, I don’t need this. I’ll see you later.” With that, Ron stormed off behind Harry.

Blaise looked over at Draco who was calmly watching Harry’s back. Draco turned back to his plate and looked at the two pieces of toast and sausage links. Shrugging his shoulders, the blonde shoved both pieces of sausage into his mouth at once and swallowed them down, then threw one piece of toast at Blaise’s plate and took off after Harry with the other piece of toast in his hand. He stopped once outside the Great Hall. Where would a mad Harry go on a Friday morning, an hour before classes? Not flying, there wasn’t enough time for that. Common rooms? No, too much of a chance of running into someone. Library? Yeah right. After a little thought, Draco decided that he knew where Harry was hiding. Draco wasted little time getting to the Room of Requirement, munching his toast along the way. He walked past the place where the door was three times and the door appeared. Draco opened the door and walked in, dropping his school bag next to Harry’s by the door.

Harry was sitting on a love seat, slouched in and successfully taking up the entire seat. He was just staring into the fire, his eyes a million miles away.

“So, it was ugly I take it?” Draco started. Harry snorted.

“You could say that, I guess.”

“Do you want to talk about it, my pet?”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes,” Draco said smugly. Harry rolled his eyes.

“I don’t want to.”

All evidence of amusement disappeared from Draco’s face. “Too bad, Harry. You need to learn to talk about these things instead of bottling up your emotions and letting them out later after they’ve festered. That’s where you get this ‘angsty teen’ thing. Instead of taking the comfort that others offer you, you feel you have to do it all by yourself and you lose it later, letting the rest of us clean you up.”

“I think I’m entitled to it. I am expected to save the world from a megalomaniac after all. I don’t know who I can trust and I don’t want to put people in danger-“

“Oh, so now you don’t trust me?!”

“That’s not what I’m saying Draco and you know it.”

“Then what are you saying? Hmm? Am I not worthy of hearing the great Harry Potter’s personal problems? Am I just worth a good fuck to him?”

“No, Draco, that’s not it-“

“Then what is it?!”

“Draco, I don’t want to do this right now.”

“Well too bad! We are going to deal with this now so that you can get on with your life! Harry, this isn’t healthy to just hold it in! One of these days you are going to do this and when you snap, it’ll be the end for you. I don’t want that for you!”

“Oh, so now you’re trying to save me?”

“This hardly counts as part of your ‘mission to save the world,’ Harry Potter. This is part of your ‘I’m actually a teenage boy, no matter how prone people are to forget that, and I have regular teenage problems’ issue!! Just talk to me! Tell me how you feel and let me try to help you!”

“This is my problem Draco and don’t you-“

Draco reached out and slapped Harry across the face, just hard enough to surprise him.

“Stop it Harry! You are upset! Now you can either let me help you or I walk out that door. Now what’s it going to be, Harry?”

Harry just glared at his lover for a moment then turned away.

“Fine,” Draco said, standing up. “You obviously don’t want me here. So, I’m leaving. When you grow up and are ready to accept help, you can come find me, because I will NOT come looking for you.” Draco picked up his bag and left the room. He hated to do it, but he owed it to Harry. He wanted to help Harry become the kind of person he knew he could be, a person that everyone could trust, with a level head and not so prone to suicide missions. He had heard people complain about him, he had seen the destruction he left behind. It was something that Draco wanted to help Harry with. He really was an amazing person, but if the people around him allowed this behavior to continue, Harry would be the one to suffer for it in the end. Draco wiped the tear from his face and headed down to potions.

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Harry did not show up for potions that day He also did not show up for transfiguration, charms, study hall, or divination. Draco fretted over him all day, hoping that he had done the right thing by leaving Harry. By dinner he was distraught. He barely ate, constantly looking up for a messy black head. When dinner was over, he tried to look calm as he slowly walked out, laughing at his friends jokes, then tore himself away, saying he needed to go to the library. Once there, he quickly looked through the stacks for a bird’s nest. He found it at a table with three first year students.

“Granger! We need to talk.”

“What about, Malfoy?” she snapped. Draco wasn’t so sure it was an act, especially since he didn’t know if she had seen Harry since breakfast and if so, what he had told her.

“The Yule Ball,” he lied.

“Fine,” Hermione huffed. She excused herself, telling the kids to work on their homework and that she’d be back soon, then followed Draco to the back of the library where he had surprised Harry just a few days prior.

“Have you seen Harry since this morning?” Draco asked, not even bothering with formalities.

“No, I haven’t. I thought that maybe you knew where he was.”

“Shit.” Draco started pulling on his hair and pacing up and down the aisle, thinking about what to do next.

Hermione, ever the font of strength and wisdom, just stood quietly for a moment, biting a nail.

“Draco, did you and Harry get into an argument?” Hermione asked.

“Yes! I went after him after his explosion in the Great Hall and told him he needs to talk about his problems, not just bottle them up, we got into an argument about it and I told him if he wasn’t going to talk I wasn’t going to stay and I walked out on him!” Draco wailed. “What if he left the school? What if he went outside somewhere and got captured? What if he’s hurt somewhere?! What if he hurt himself! Ooh Harry!” Draco groaned, starting to hyperventilate. Hermione pulled a clean handkerchief from her pocket and transfigured it into a paper bag for him.

“Draco, don’t worry. I’m sure he’s fine. Now please, explain to me what happened. Only this time, do it calmly.”

Draco plopped down onto the floor and put his head in his hands, then proceeded to explain what had happened that morning.

“I’m sorry. I have a tendency to rant when something upsets me. I usually control it a little better than this.”

“Don’t worry about it. We all have our little quirks. This morning Harry exploded at Ron for being a prat as normal. He deserved it if you ask me. I’m so sick of his behavior. Don’t get me wrong, I still love him, but he’s so, so…so immature! Oh well. For what it’s worth, I think you’re right. Someone needs to work with Harry about bottling things up, and at this point it is too late for Ron or I to do that. You could probably have handled the situation a little better, but you did give him the chance to talk. Let’s think about where he could have gone that he’d be there all day.”

Draco looked at Hermione gratefully. He was glad that she agreed with him that Harry needed help and it was good to hear. Now they just had to figure out where Harry was. The two discussed where all he could be, and Draco kept coming back to the same thought: If I was Harry, I’d have gone flying. He told Hermione what he was thinking and she agreed it was a plausible thought.

“Alright Draco, go look at the pitch for him. If you don’t come back here, I’ll assume you found him. I have to go back to tutoring my little first years.” Hermione got up from her place on the floor beside Draco and left. Draco stayed on the floor for a moment, debating what to do next. He had told Harry that he would not go to him, but he had to make sure that he was OK. If he just went to the pitch and wasn’t seen, it wouldn’t be looking for Harry. It would be lurking in the shadows like a creepy stalker.

Draco walked quickly towards the pitch, trying not to look too desperate. Once out of the building he literally ran to the pitch. Once there, he looked frantically into the sky and saw…

Nothing.

Harry wasn’t in the air. Draco walked out to the middle of the pitch, never taking his eyes off the skies, and laid down on the ground. He was sure that this is where he would find Harry. Where could he have gone? Every bone in Draco’s body told him this was where to find Harry. He started to go through Harry’s day and what he assumed happened after he left the Room of Requirement. Wake up, make out, get dressed, get ready for the day, get collared, eat, explode, pout, argument with lover, go flying, take a sho-

Draco knew where Harry was. Now to actually see him without it looking like he was going back on his word….Draco got up off of the ground and ran to the broom shed. He mounted a broom and flew around. He flew over the grounds for a half an hour, practicing his high-speed acrobatics and working up a decent sweat. He then put the broom back where it had been and walked towards the locker room with a light shining under the door. He stepped in and immediately heard the sound of the shower running. He made his way in that direction. He feigned surprise when he saw Harry sitting on the shower floor, naked, with water pouring down on him.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll go to the other room,” Draco said, happy to have just seen the young man, even if he looked utterly miserable.

“Wait!” Harry gasped, getting up on his knees. “Wait! Please don’t leave. Please? I-I want to talk now,” Harry said desperately. Draco looked at him for a moment, then he took off his clothes and got in the shower with Harry. He put his back to the wall and reached out for Harry. Harry quickly settled into Draco’s embrace, resting his head on Draco’s shoulder. Draco wrapped his arms and legs around Harry and rubbed the slick skin of his back and arm. He tried valiantly to hold his erection at bay but gave up in the end.

Harry snuggled into Draco’s embrace, grateful for the comfort after the terrible day he had had.

“What happened, Harry?” Draco whispered. Harry took a deep shuddering breath before he started. He told Draco about what all Ron had said at breakfast and about past run-ins with his friend. He then opened up to Draco about how it made him feel inferior and worthless, unwanted even, when Ron behaved this way. He soon was spilling a lifetimes worth of sorrows, tears running down his face and mixing with the water from the shower, grateful to be letting it all out to someone who cared and for once just listened to what he had to say rather than try to help him fix it by butting in after every issue. Finally he petered out and just cried on Draco, enjoying the warmth of the water and the arms around him. Draco didn’t say a word until Harry’s crying had stopped and were reduced to sniffling.

“Harry, I want you to remember something. When anything like this happens, there are people out there who love you more than anything. OK? You aren’t worthless and you certainly aren’t a freak. Freaky, but not a freak. I’m glad that you finally felt comfortable enough to talk to me about this. Ron, deep, deep, DEEP down inside is a good person. He just doesn’t like to try to deal with things outside his experience base. Now, that doesn’t by any means excuse his behavior, not by a long shot. It simply, explains it.”

The two continued to talk about Harry’s feelings and sometimes Draco’s.

“Draco, can I ask you something?” Harry asked.

“Of course.”

“Why did you leave me this morning when I needed you?”

Draco was quiet for a moment. “Because Harry, you didn’t really need me yet. You were wallowing in self-pity. Harry, do you realize how dangerous you can be to yourself?” Here Draco started to stroke Harry’s hair out of his face. “You bottle up your emotions and then let them loose on the world later, causing other people anguish and turmoil for yourself for it. You run off and do stupid things when you’re in this mindset as well. I’m sure you can think of plenty of examples without my naming any. You are my pet, Harry, and I do not tolerate any pets of mine, four-legged or two-legged, to harm themselves. I want you to be the kind of person I know you can be, an amazing person who can lead a war and peace after, a person who others can trust and count on. At the moment, you are too unstable for any of that. Let me help you, Harry.”

Harry was overwhelmed. He nodded frantically, tears running down his face again. “I’ve spent so much time alone, please, I don’t know how to do this with support.”

“Well, I’m going to help you. But you have to let me, Harry. No more of this refusal to talk about what is troubling you, or refusing to do as I say for that matter!” Draco reached up and grabbed Harry’s collar, tugging on it sharply. “You are my pet, little one. Don’t you forget that. I know you don’t have the rule list yet, but there are certain things that should just be common sense, for example, doing what you are told. I will not tolerate disobedience, Harry, especially when it’s for your own good.”

Harry gulped loudly. “What happens now?” he asked, fear evident.

“Well, Harry, you’ll be punished for it. I know you were frail emotionally, but you need to trust me to do what’s best for you in situations when you aren’t thinking clearly. That’s why we have friends, Harry, to tell us when we’re being fools. You just happen to have friends and a master.”

Harry’s eyes were wide. “P-punished?”

“Yes.”

“When?”

“That seems like a foolish question, Harry. You can assume that your punishments will at least begin as soon as I realize there has been a transgression, though that is not to say they will end right away.”

“N-now? Even though I didn’t realize I was breaking a rule?”

“Harry, what does this collar mean?”

“That I have to do as you say.”

“Yes. You are my slave. Or pet. I prefer pet. And what can be assumed from that?”

“That I have to do as you say,” Harry whispered.

“So, even though you do not know your rules yet, you already know one big one. And what did you do this morning?”

“I didn’t tell you how I felt.”

“And why was that wrong?”

“Because you told me to tell you how I felt.”

“Good. Now, sexy, get up.”

Harry scrambled to his feet and waited for further instruction.

“Good. Go stand in the corner.” Harry gave Draco a confused look but did as he was told. “Now, Harry, do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes…sir?”

“Good. Now, you disobeyed me this morning, breaking my rules as your master, you didn’t go to classes today, breaking my rules as prefect, and you didn’t tell anyone where you went, worrying us all to death. I am going to take your emotional state into consideration as I decide what your punishment shall be. You will stand there while I decide. You may not speak, you may not move.” Draco then got up from the floor of the shower and walked out of Harry’s line of sight. He already knew what was in store for Harry, it was just part of the punishment to make him squirm a bit. He went over to his clothes and picked up a shoe, transfiguring it into a long paddle. He then sat on a bench, watching Harry for a few more minutes. The poor boy was shifting from foot to foot, hands fidgeting as he awaited his fate.

“Alright Harry. Come here.” Harry turned around and faced his master. He gasped at the sight of the large, menacing paddle. He wanted to kick himself for not assuming that his punishment would be something like a spanking. Well, as much as it hurt, he really got a thrill out of it last time, maybe it wouldn’t be too bad…maybe. He walked over to Draco slowly and stood in front of him, awaiting orders.

Draco just sat there for a moment, enjoying the view. Harry was still wet, water droplets slipping off his hair and running down his skin. His chest, abdomen, and legs were covered in water droplets. Draco was particularly enchanted by the droplets on his legs, getting caught up in the dark hair that covered those muscular legs. But the best sight by far was Harry’s half-hard cock, pale and glistening with water droplets like diamonds caught on his skin and on the soft, curly hair surrounding the organ, which was growing further out of the nice bullocks that it rested in.

“Come here, Harry, lay down across my lap, stomach down,” Draco ordered. Harry reluctantly came closer and draped his body across Draco’s lap. Draco spread his legs so that Harry’s cock had someplace to go during this ordeal. The tip of his cock pressed into Draco’s left thigh, making Harry groan and shiver slightly. He yipped, yes, yipped, as Draco landed a well-aimed swat to his behind, reminding Harry that he was not supposed to enjoy this. He settled in, blushing at his position with his ass in the air.

Draco, for his part, was greatly enjoying the view of Harry’s arse prominently displayed for him. Too bad he couldn’t really enjoy it. Pfft, who was he kidding, he was going to love this.

“Harry, we are going to start your punishment with a hand spanking. You will receive 16 swats with my hand, one for each year of your age. All spankings you receive will start this way. After that we will move on to the paddle. You may make all the noise you want. I do not want you trying to get away from me, though. I am not above adding punishment onto what is already on your plate for attempted escape, and I am also not above restraining you. Let it be known that if I have to restrain you, any time, for your punishment, you will remain restrained for the rest of the day, no matter who’s coming to, hem, see you. Understand?”

“Y-yes.” Another swat made Harry add sir.

“Do we need to go over why you are being punished? Or do you understand?”

“No sir, I understand.”

“Good. Then let us begin.”

With that, Draco began. Draco rained hard swats onto Harry’s arse, bringing a nice pink to the pale cheeks. Harry squirmed at the harsh sting that was spreading through his arse, making Draco have to wrap his arm around Harry’s middle tighter. Draco tried to cover the entire expanse of Harry’s arse and the top of his thighs in the 16 blows he delivered. When he had finished with those Harry was breathing Harshly, but that was all.

“Now, Harry, we’re going to move on to the paddle.” Draco felt Harry tense beneath his hand, but he did not let that deter him. He picked up the paddle and laid it gently on Harry’s quivering behind. “Tell me why we are doing this, Harry.”

“Because I disobeyed you.”

“Why else?”

“B-because I didn’t go to class.”

“Why else?”

“Because I-I didn’t tell anyone where I was going.”

“Very good. For disobeying you will receive ten, then another five for each class you missed, how many was that?”

“Five classes, sir,”

“OK, so another twenty-five, and then there’s the little issue of not telling anyone where you were going. I’m inclined to say double those spankings for doing something so dangerous, but because of your emotional state, I’ll take pity on you. Instead, let’s focus on who all you could have told that you were going flying today. Tell me, Harry, who all could you have told you were going flying today?”

“I could have told you…Hermione…umm, I-I’m not sure who else I could have told.”

“Think about it, Harry. Who could you have told that you were not feeling well enough to go to classes because you were emotionally distraught.” Draco was unsure what to do about Harry’s nervous shivering besides rub soothing circles on his back. As much as he would have loved to just forget about it and move on to relieved sex, but he felt that this was something that Harry needed to work on, a list of people to trust.

“I-I guess that’s one of those things I could go to Professor Dumbledore about…”

“Definitely. Who else?”

“Umm….I guess Blaise, he could have let you know.”

“Certainly. He likes you.”

“I don’t know anyone else I could tell I didn’t feel well enough to go to class without being forced.”

“You could have owled someone.”

“Professor Lupin?”

“Very good. Two more names I can think of at least.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Weasley?”

“Yes, Harry. These are all people who would bend over backwards to help you. And they aren’t the only ones. I can think of ten more easily. So, the list you have created includes Hermione, Dumbledore, Blaise, Lupin, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and myself. That’s seven, we’ll do two for each person on the list, so that’s fourteen, plus the thirty-five we already discussed. That’s 49.”

Harry whimpered when he heard the number. Draco’s heart went out to the boy. He’d been spanked before and while it could be an amazing sexual experience, the guilt that gets added on when it’s a punishment takes all the fun out of it. Rather than waste time, he raised the paddle and began the spanking.

Harry yelled out at the first one and yelped at the following five. Tears were running down his face by the time Draco had delivered the first ten, and he was crying out loud by fifteen. The worst part of this was, aside from the guilt and humiliation of being punished like a little boy, Draco focused all of the swats to the under curve of his bum and the tops of his thighs, the hit spot.

“Why SMACK! are you SMACK! being SMACK! punished? SMACK!”

“Be-because I disobeyed!”

“Why SMACK! is that SMACK! bad? SMACK!”

“Because you are m-my master!”

“Why SMACK! else? SMACK!”

“Bec-cause you w-want me to b-be h-happy and s-safe!”

“Very SMACK! good! SMACK!”

The final barrage was terrible, each one carefully placed on the dark read sit spot that felt to Harry like it was on fire. Finally it was all over and Harry just went limp over Draco’s lap, crying, while Draco rubbed soothing circles on his back.

“I’m sorry,” Harry sniffed.

“I know.”

“I’m really sorry,” Harry said, his crying under control.

“I know. Come on, get up now.”

“Umm, do, do I have to?” Harry asked. He yelped and flew off the lap when the paddle returned, albeit much more gentle than before. Once up, Draco could see why Harry had wanted to stay down.

“That turned you on.”

“I’m sorry! It was horrible and I don’t know why it turned me on! I can’t help it! I’m sorry! It hurt so bad!”

“I understand, Harry. Believe me, I understand. Now, let’s discuss the rest of your punishment…”

“The rest! I’m not done?” Harry asked, desperately reaching back to shield his behind.

“No, you’re not. And don’t you dare rub it or we’ll start again from the beginning. You worried quite a few people today. I want you to go find Hermione tomorrow and apologize to her and tell her what you were doing today. Also, you must go to each of your professors on Monday and apologize for missing class, instead of just showing up and not saying anything as you are inclined to do. And! I want you to write a letter to Professor Lupin, explaining the situation. He looks at you like a son and deserves to know. The Weaselbees do too, but I don’t think it’d be wise to complain to them about their flesh-and-blood son and make them choose sides. If it was more important than this, which mind you this is important, but more like a life-or-death situation, I’d say tell them. Anyways, do you understand what you have to do?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now you will apologize to me.”

“I will? Sir?”

“Yes. On your knees, head down, eyes to the ground, now.” Harry quickly followed the order. Draco looked at him for a moment and then retrieved the paddle, turning it back into a shoe and went back over to his clothes. He pulled the belt out of his pants and transfigured it into a leash which he attached to Harry’s collar. “Look at me.” Harry slowly raised his eyes to the wizard standing over him. “You caused me a lot of grief today between your refusal to talk to me and your disappearance. Now, you will cause me a lot of pleasure. You may begin by sucking my cock, pet.” As Draco said this, he shortened and tightened the leash in his hands, then used it to jerk Harry forward towards his awaiting cock.

Harry looked at the cock before him and felt his mouth water. Draco had an amazing cock, it was long and thick, full to bursting with blood pulsing through the veins that stood out along the shaft. It had turned a dark red and the head was a shade darker and leaking precum. Harry started by licking the head, gathering all the precum onto his tongue. He then ran his tongue up and down the shaft as though it were an obscene popsicle. Harry leaned forward and took the head into his mouth and sucked it hard, enjoying teasing Draco until a hand was buried in his hair, forcing his head down further onto the cock as the leash was jerked forward at the same time. He gagged, unable to stop until the same hand pulled his head back roughly then pulled him forward again, prepared this time. Harry sucked on the cock for all he was worth, being sure to move his tongue along the underside.

“You have hands too, pet. Use them.”

Harry reached up and with one hand he started to massage Draco’s balls. He pulled back on Draco’s cock with his mouth far enough to get his index finger on his other hand aligned with the cock so when he went back down his saliva covered the finger. He then pulled it out of his mouth, still sucking the cock, and started to rub Draco’s entrance with the lubed finger. He chuckled at Draco’s groan. With Draco’s dick so far down his throat, the vibrations caused Draco to gasp. He quickly pushed Harry’s face closer to his groin as he came with a shout, shooting his load down Harry’s pulsing throat.

“Good pet. Now, bend over the bench.” Harry again scrambled to follow directions. Bent over as he was, his cheeks parted just enough to allow Draco to see his opening. Draco came forward, taking a cheek in each hand and pulled, exposing Harry further.

“Good. Now, prepare yourself,” Draco ordered. Harry lifted a hand and Draco cast a lube spell for him. Harry reached behind himself and slipped a finger inside his own arse. Draco watched appreciatively as the finger disappeared into the tight little pucker and reappeared for a moment.

“Yesss,” he hissed. He could feel his erection returning to him. Harry soon added a second finger, scissoring them and giving Draco quite the show, then he added a third. When Harry started twisting his fingers, looking for his prostate, Draco gave in. He grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled it out, replacing it with his cock.

Harry gasped as Draco drove into him and began a brutal pace. His abdomen was being driven into the bench and hurt, but he didn’t care. Draco’s cock was stretching him like no other, and damn he wanted more. His comfort also was not helped by the fact that every time Draco drove forward his thighs hit Harry’s sore sit-spot.

Draco was in heaven. Harry’s arse was tight and hot, just what he needed. He knew that Harry was in a little pain, and he hated to admit it, but it drove his lust even higher, especially knowing that Harry was enjoying the pain as well.

“That’s it, my pet, take it. Gah!” Draco leaned forward and started stroking Harry’s cock with one hand and twisting his nipple harshly with the other. Harry screamed as he came, shooting his cum all over the bench and the floor. Draco came soon after, riding on the waves of Harry’s orgasm. He filled Harry’s arse with cum and kept on fucking until he couldn’t take it any more. He then pulled out and sat down on the floor. Harry remained bent over the bench.

“Harry, go stand in the shower, hands on the wall, legs spread three feet from the wall. Harry jumped up and did as he was told. Draco turned the water back on and took his shower, watching the water run down Harry’s back, down his crack, caress the balls hanging between his legs and then rush to the floor or down one of his reddened cheeks and down his leg. Once Draco felt clean again, he took his washcloth and approached Harry.

“Do not move,” he ordered. Harry stood still as Draco cleaned his body, pressing his own into Harry’s back as he reached forward to clean his front, including his rapidly growing erection.

“You just never stop, do you?” Draco asked.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“Don’t be.” Draco then stuck three fingers into Harry’s arse and twisted them mercilessly. He pulled them out and put four in next, then looked for Harry’s prostate. Harry practically sang when he found it, leaning forward onto the balls of his feet and closer to the wall. Draco wrapped his free arm around Harry’s waist and pulled him further way from the wall and exposing him more. When Harry had turned into a sufficient pile of goo, Draco pulled his fingers out and examined his work. Harry’s opening was gaping before him, ready for something, and Harry was panting madly. Draco picked up his washcloth then and transfigured it into a decent-sized butt-plug. It was large enough to be noticed, but not so big it would hurt. Draco pushed this into the gaping hole, then tapped it with his wand, making it vibrate. Harry’s body shook, but it wasn’t the reaction Draco was looking for. Draco tapped it again and Harry jumped, gasping then panting. Draco smiled, delighted in having hit Harry’s prostate.

“Now, we will go back to the castle. You will wear that until I remove it from you. You may not cum before then. If you do, you will find a much larger plug in its place and I promise you a much sorer seat by morning.”

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