The Kinkiness of Harry

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Chapter Six


Harry reached out and placed his hands back on the man’s shoulder, guessing correctly as to where they were. He flinched slightly when the soft leather touched his balls. A gentle pressure was applied to them and it was just enough to make Harry suck in a gulp of air and hold it.

“Tell me, boy, is this something that you truly want?” the man asked in a rather firm voice.

Harry’s eyes shot open and fear ran through his veins. He searched his mind for an answer, but didn't really understand the question. The man sensed Harry’s hesitation, so he continued.

“Do you enjoy going to that club? In there with all the smoky rooms, the musty smells, and the naked men, pawing at you like you were just another piece of flesh? And you... you paw at them in return, wanting something more, but do not even know what it is that you truly want.”

The man paused. Harry was very still, hanging on to every word the man said.

“Is that enough for you? Does that satisfy your needs? Your wants?” The man paused again. “Is it?”

Harry blinked his eyes repeatedly trying desperately to see this man. Who was he? A wizard, that was one thing Harry did know. But, who? His voice wasn't familiar, but something about his tone was. The man carefully released Harry’s testicles, lowering them back into place. He stood up and again cupped the young man’s face.

“Do you not want someone who knows you? Knows your body? Knows what you need. Knows exactly what your limits are.” The man leaned into Harry’s neck and whispered, “and pushes you past those limits.”

The voice was so intoxicating to Harry, and without even realising it his upper body was swaying ever so slightly. The man smiled into the darkness and his hands on Harry’s face moved right along with him.

“If you tell me what you want, I will give it to you,” he promised.

Harry sighed deeply and cleared his throat. “Why?”

“Why would I want to do this?”

The man felt Harry nod.

He whispered very softly into the boy’s throat, “Because I’ll enjoy it. I’ll enjoy watching you when you come for the seventh time.”

“Oh, gods…”

“I want to see you squirm under me, begging to touch me but can’t. To look at your face when it’s drenched in tears from the pain you will endure by my hands. And then to hold you and comfort you when it’s over.”

Harry was shaking violently now and it wasn't from fear. The man licked Harry’s bite mark while he stroked the Gryffindor’s face.

“Yes,” Harry said in a small voice.

The man pulled away, just enough to be face to face with him. “Yes, what?” Silence. “I need you to say it. I need your permission before anything is done.”

“M-my per-permission?” Harry shuddered in disbelief.

“Of course. I will do absolutely nothing without your consent.”

“But I thought you want…”

“I do. And it is what I want. But it is your decision. Your choice.”

“I still don’t understand,” Harry said while squinting his eyes. He still couldn’t see him. “How can it be up to me when you are the one…”

“Punishing,” the man helped Harry at his loss of words.

“Thank you. Punishing me?”

“Because it is what you want,” the man said plainly. “And I will be most willing to give it you.”

Harry thought long and hard. Was this what he wanted? To be punished? Why would anyone want that? Or need it? Harry bit his lower lip and scrunched his face in confusion. What did he want?

The man’s voice broke Harry’s train of thought. “It is apparent that you do not know what you want. It will be best then that I go.”

The tall man back away and stroked Harry’s face one last time and the boy leaned into it.

“I hope you find what you are looking for.”

Harry felt the man turn and his face flushed with panic.

“Wait!”

The man had one glove on the door handle, prepared to turn it. He stopped and without so much of looking over his shoulder, he asked, “Yes?”

“I do. I do want this.”

What was he saying? Did he really want this?

He heard the man sigh. “It pains me to say this, but no. You are not ready.”

Harry suddenly became furious. “Don’t tell me that I’m not ready! I know when I am!”

The man walked the few feet back to Harry and placed his soft glove against Harry’s cheek again.

“I did not mean to imply that you weren’t ready for what you secretly desire. I only meant that you are not ready to decide.”

Harry sighed with relief, but he knew the man was right.

“You have until Saturday. I will be at that club. I will await your decision then.”

Harry nodded gratefully and said, “Yes, that’s fair.” He did need time to think.

“Close your eyes and do not open them until I am gone. Understood?”

“Yes,” Harry said in a small voice while closing his eyes.

He twitched once as smooth warm lips greeted his. Harry’s hands immediately rushed to the man’s face, but the man caught them quickly and raised Harry’s arms over his head while he kissed him. Harry moaned into his mouth and groaned when they left him.

“You really do need to learn patience,” the man said smugly. “Now close your eyes and keep them shut.”

Harry tightened his eyes as his arms were released. He felt a cool breeze as the door was opened and then it closed. He fluttered his eyes open and sank to the ground.

“Saturday,” the boy mused.


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