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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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36
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40,005
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227
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2
Currently Reading:
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Demonstration
Chapter Title: Demonstration
Beta(s): TheBostonDyke, Mearowen
Words: 1790 Words
When the door opened again, the sound was of more than one set of footsteps. Harry didn't move, going tense on the bed again.
Lucius chuckled darkly. "My, my, what a sight you are."
Harry turned at the voice, a scowl marring his face. "Fuck off."
"Not so tamed as I have been led to believe," Lucius drawled, his voice filled with amusement and scorn.
Harry opened his mouth to reply, but he stopped, thinking that in this case it might've been better to be quiet. So he continued to scowl, hoping he was looking in the right direction of where Lucius was. Then, he felt something cold and hard press against his arse. Harry tried to squirm away, hissing when whatever it was pressed against a welt. Whatever is was pressed hard, pulling once cheek to the side to expose his opening. Harry grit his teeth and shook his head, tensing even though it hurt to do it, but he didn't say a word.
"He does seem thoroughly ... used." Lucius sneered. "What a lovely mess he makes."
Harry made a small sound of distress, body still trying to squirm away. It was cold and rough and it slid in between his arse cheeks, rubbing against that tender bruised opening. There was a gasp at this from somewhere to the right.
Harry whimpered before he could hold it back, feeling the pain shoot up his spine. All from one touch.
Draco's hands were fisted, his nails pressing into his palms and his teeth clenched. He breathed through his nose trying to keep control of himself as he watched his father with Harry.
The head of Lucius’ cane pressed harder, too big to enter but certainly able to hurt. Lucius smiled as he tested how much pain Potter was in.
"Stop," Harry gasped, biting at his lip. It didn't feel as bad as the rest of his body felt, but it was just another added pain to his long list. This wasn't supposed to happen in the first place. "Stop..."
"He is not broken," Lucius sneered, but didn't remove his cane.
"He will do what I tell him," Draco said in a cold voice.
"Please stop," he whispered, feeling ashamed. But he wanted it to stop.
Lucius turned the cane, the sharp edges twisting against sore flesh. "Will he?" Lucius asked.
Harry had tears running down his face, but he refused to acknowledge them. He had learned that crying wouldn't do much in this situation. He tried his best to shift away, but it didn't seem to want to work.
"I could demonstrate," Draco said in a detached voice. He was fighting the urge to grab the cane, to scream. He knew that his father was testing him more than he was testing Potter.
"Very well," Lucius said, sounding bored. He pulled the cane back suddenly. The silver head was smeared with blood and come.
Harry let out a small sigh, feeling his body throb along with his heartbeat. He wasn't even listening to what they were saying.
Draco stepped closer. "Potter!" he sneered.
Harry turned slowly at the voice, licking his dry lips.
Draco flicked his wand again, and the ropes grew slack again. "Stand up," he commanded.
It took Harry a moment, but he managed to stand up slowly, his legs feeling like jelly.
"Turn around and kneel," Draco sneered, knowing it would require something more to convince his father.
Harry bit his lip, forcing himself not to say anything as he turned around and got down on his knees.
"You only marked his back," Lucius commented, a hint of disapproval in his tone.
"So far," Draco said. "I liked the contrast." He stood directly in front of Harry looking down at him.
Harry kept his head down, suddenly feeling tired. He slumped in the ropes, eyes closing.
Draco grabbed the hair at the back of Harry's head and yanked it, so that his face was turned up. He leaned forward, breath on the other man's face. "Show my father what a whore you are, Potter," he sneered. "Suck me."
Harry winced, swallowing slowly. He didn't say anything, but that didn't mean he said no.
Draco began using his other hand to unfasten his trousers, pulling himself out again. He tried to ignore his father's gaze, focusing instead on Harry. He pulled Harry's face forward.
Harry opened his mouth slowly, squeezing his eyes shut as he waited for Draco to move.
Draco's hand trembled as he brought his still soft cock to Harry's lips, rubbing the head against them.
Moving forward, he caught the head between his lips, beginning to lick at him.
Draco gasped, the sensation travelling up his spine. "Yes," he encouraged, closing his eyes so he could forget the circumstances they were in and focus on the feelings.
Harry's lips tightened around him as he sucked, tongue still moving around. If he thought hard enough, he could imagine that they were doing this alone without the pressure.
Draco's cock filled as Harry's tongue and lips worked him. His breath came quicker now, one hand still wrapped in the other man's hair. "Fuck yes," he growled, remembering the taste of Harry when he had sucked him off.
Encouraged by him, Harry attempted to move down, sucking harder as he did. As long as it stayed like this, Harry was fine.
"He does seem to be responding well to you," Lucius sneered. "But we should test that control before bringing him before our Master."
Draco tensed, his father's words bringing him back to where he was and why. He was panting still, Harry's mouth on his cock bringing him closer.
Harry tensed as well, nearly pulling back when he heard Lucius' words.
Draco's fist tightened in Harry's hair, holding him in place. "Harder," he snapped.
Harry winced again but sucked harder, trying his best to please him.
Draco was close now, using his hand to hold Harry's head, pulling him forward so that he was deeper inside. He wanted badly to thrust but held back.
Harry groaned as he moved down further, sucking as hard as he could now.
"Yessss, aahh," Draco gasped, shuddering as he came down Potter's throat, his hand tight in his hair.
Harry jerked, trying to pull his head back. He managed to swallow the most of it, but some squeezed out the sides of his mouth.
When he was done, Draco released Potter's head, dropping his hand. Before he was really aware of it, his father stood beside him.
"So let's try that test now," Lucius sneered, his own hard cock already in his hand.
Harry coughed and let his head fall, wishing he could wipe his mouth. He didn't hear Lucius step closer.
Draco's head snapped toward his father, his eyes widening for a moment before he got control of himself. He swallowed hard and nodded, stepping back.
Lucius stood stroking his own cock and looking down at the bent head of Harry Potter. He grinned, waiting for the man to react.
Something didn't feel right. Draco was being unusually quiet and Lucius didn't say anything else. He tilted his head back up, blindly looking around. He had no idea what was going to happen next.
Lucius grabbed Harry's hair as his son had done, pulling him forward and pressing his cock to the man's mouth.
Harry gasped, heart racing as he tried to pull his head away.
Lucius twisted his fingers cruelly in the man's hair, pulling hard.
"Potter, suck it," Draco said in a cold voice from Harry's right.
Harry whimpered but moved forward, slowly sucking Lucius' cock into his mouth.
"Use that tongue, boy," Lucius sneered.
Harry nearly bit down on his cock, but he stopped himself, knowing that would only bring him more pain. He gave in, using his tongue to licking around the head. He was bigger than Draco.
"He's not very good at this," Lucius commented dryly, pushing in further.
Draco didn't say anything, knowing better than to argue with his father. He watched with horrified fascination as his father did this to the man he was in love with. He grit his teeth and breathed carefully through his nose, trying not to show anything.
This was only his third time doing this, Harry thought, trying not to choke as he sucked harder.
Draco would have turned away or closed his eyes. But that would show weakness. And, he thought, if Harry has to do it, I should have to watch.
Lucius began thrusting, using his hand in the man's hair to control his head as he fucked Harry's mouth.
Harry groaned softly, his teeth accidentally grazing over his cock as he began to thrust.
"Cut me, brat, and I will remove those teeth and fuck your bleeding mouth," Lucius snapped, still thrusting.
His hands clenched into fists as he worked to curve his lips over his teeth better. Every time Lucius thrust his cock would hit the back of Harry's throat and Harry swore he couldn't breathe during those moments.
After a few more punishing minutes of thrusting, Lucius came with a hiss, thrusting far enough in that Potter couldn't breathe while he held him tight.
Harry's eyes went wide as he tried to breathe, his face going red with the effort. He moaned weakly, hoping that would make him move.
Lucius smiled, watching the man struggle for air. His cock was softening now so it wouldn't be long before the game was over. After a minute, he pulled back and shoved Potter away from him.
Harry coughed and retched, as a few tears slipped out of his eyes, hoping neither of them would see him crying.
Draco stood stiff and unmoving and waiting for his father's next move.
Lucius tucked himself back into his robes and turned to face his son. "He might be a fitting enough show," he said, cocking his head to study his son.
Harry sniffled behind them, silently congratulating himself on making it this far.
"It might be fortuitous that you didn't mark his front," Lucius said, looking at Potter again. "Our Master will enjoy the fresh blood," he added.
Draco nodded, trying to look pleased. He ached to pick up Harry from the floor and heal him. It was impossible. And as bad as this had been, it was just practise for the main event.
Harry shivered slightly at the thought of Voldemort coming into the room as well. He hoped they were able to go through with the plan. If not...he was sure to die.
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Words: 1790 Words
When the door opened again, the sound was of more than one set of footsteps. Harry didn't move, going tense on the bed again.
Lucius chuckled darkly. "My, my, what a sight you are."
Harry turned at the voice, a scowl marring his face. "Fuck off."
"Not so tamed as I have been led to believe," Lucius drawled, his voice filled with amusement and scorn.
Harry opened his mouth to reply, but he stopped, thinking that in this case it might've been better to be quiet. So he continued to scowl, hoping he was looking in the right direction of where Lucius was. Then, he felt something cold and hard press against his arse. Harry tried to squirm away, hissing when whatever it was pressed against a welt. Whatever is was pressed hard, pulling once cheek to the side to expose his opening. Harry grit his teeth and shook his head, tensing even though it hurt to do it, but he didn't say a word.
"He does seem thoroughly ... used." Lucius sneered. "What a lovely mess he makes."
Harry made a small sound of distress, body still trying to squirm away. It was cold and rough and it slid in between his arse cheeks, rubbing against that tender bruised opening. There was a gasp at this from somewhere to the right.
Harry whimpered before he could hold it back, feeling the pain shoot up his spine. All from one touch.
Draco's hands were fisted, his nails pressing into his palms and his teeth clenched. He breathed through his nose trying to keep control of himself as he watched his father with Harry.
The head of Lucius’ cane pressed harder, too big to enter but certainly able to hurt. Lucius smiled as he tested how much pain Potter was in.
"Stop," Harry gasped, biting at his lip. It didn't feel as bad as the rest of his body felt, but it was just another added pain to his long list. This wasn't supposed to happen in the first place. "Stop..."
"He is not broken," Lucius sneered, but didn't remove his cane.
"He will do what I tell him," Draco said in a cold voice.
"Please stop," he whispered, feeling ashamed. But he wanted it to stop.
Lucius turned the cane, the sharp edges twisting against sore flesh. "Will he?" Lucius asked.
Harry had tears running down his face, but he refused to acknowledge them. He had learned that crying wouldn't do much in this situation. He tried his best to shift away, but it didn't seem to want to work.
"I could demonstrate," Draco said in a detached voice. He was fighting the urge to grab the cane, to scream. He knew that his father was testing him more than he was testing Potter.
"Very well," Lucius said, sounding bored. He pulled the cane back suddenly. The silver head was smeared with blood and come.
Harry let out a small sigh, feeling his body throb along with his heartbeat. He wasn't even listening to what they were saying.
Draco stepped closer. "Potter!" he sneered.
Harry turned slowly at the voice, licking his dry lips.
Draco flicked his wand again, and the ropes grew slack again. "Stand up," he commanded.
It took Harry a moment, but he managed to stand up slowly, his legs feeling like jelly.
"Turn around and kneel," Draco sneered, knowing it would require something more to convince his father.
Harry bit his lip, forcing himself not to say anything as he turned around and got down on his knees.
"You only marked his back," Lucius commented, a hint of disapproval in his tone.
"So far," Draco said. "I liked the contrast." He stood directly in front of Harry looking down at him.
Harry kept his head down, suddenly feeling tired. He slumped in the ropes, eyes closing.
Draco grabbed the hair at the back of Harry's head and yanked it, so that his face was turned up. He leaned forward, breath on the other man's face. "Show my father what a whore you are, Potter," he sneered. "Suck me."
Harry winced, swallowing slowly. He didn't say anything, but that didn't mean he said no.
Draco began using his other hand to unfasten his trousers, pulling himself out again. He tried to ignore his father's gaze, focusing instead on Harry. He pulled Harry's face forward.
Harry opened his mouth slowly, squeezing his eyes shut as he waited for Draco to move.
Draco's hand trembled as he brought his still soft cock to Harry's lips, rubbing the head against them.
Moving forward, he caught the head between his lips, beginning to lick at him.
Draco gasped, the sensation travelling up his spine. "Yes," he encouraged, closing his eyes so he could forget the circumstances they were in and focus on the feelings.
Harry's lips tightened around him as he sucked, tongue still moving around. If he thought hard enough, he could imagine that they were doing this alone without the pressure.
Draco's cock filled as Harry's tongue and lips worked him. His breath came quicker now, one hand still wrapped in the other man's hair. "Fuck yes," he growled, remembering the taste of Harry when he had sucked him off.
Encouraged by him, Harry attempted to move down, sucking harder as he did. As long as it stayed like this, Harry was fine.
"He does seem to be responding well to you," Lucius sneered. "But we should test that control before bringing him before our Master."
Draco tensed, his father's words bringing him back to where he was and why. He was panting still, Harry's mouth on his cock bringing him closer.
Harry tensed as well, nearly pulling back when he heard Lucius' words.
Draco's fist tightened in Harry's hair, holding him in place. "Harder," he snapped.
Harry winced again but sucked harder, trying his best to please him.
Draco was close now, using his hand to hold Harry's head, pulling him forward so that he was deeper inside. He wanted badly to thrust but held back.
Harry groaned as he moved down further, sucking as hard as he could now.
"Yessss, aahh," Draco gasped, shuddering as he came down Potter's throat, his hand tight in his hair.
Harry jerked, trying to pull his head back. He managed to swallow the most of it, but some squeezed out the sides of his mouth.
When he was done, Draco released Potter's head, dropping his hand. Before he was really aware of it, his father stood beside him.
"So let's try that test now," Lucius sneered, his own hard cock already in his hand.
Harry coughed and let his head fall, wishing he could wipe his mouth. He didn't hear Lucius step closer.
Draco's head snapped toward his father, his eyes widening for a moment before he got control of himself. He swallowed hard and nodded, stepping back.
Lucius stood stroking his own cock and looking down at the bent head of Harry Potter. He grinned, waiting for the man to react.
Something didn't feel right. Draco was being unusually quiet and Lucius didn't say anything else. He tilted his head back up, blindly looking around. He had no idea what was going to happen next.
Lucius grabbed Harry's hair as his son had done, pulling him forward and pressing his cock to the man's mouth.
Harry gasped, heart racing as he tried to pull his head away.
Lucius twisted his fingers cruelly in the man's hair, pulling hard.
"Potter, suck it," Draco said in a cold voice from Harry's right.
Harry whimpered but moved forward, slowly sucking Lucius' cock into his mouth.
"Use that tongue, boy," Lucius sneered.
Harry nearly bit down on his cock, but he stopped himself, knowing that would only bring him more pain. He gave in, using his tongue to licking around the head. He was bigger than Draco.
"He's not very good at this," Lucius commented dryly, pushing in further.
Draco didn't say anything, knowing better than to argue with his father. He watched with horrified fascination as his father did this to the man he was in love with. He grit his teeth and breathed carefully through his nose, trying not to show anything.
This was only his third time doing this, Harry thought, trying not to choke as he sucked harder.
Draco would have turned away or closed his eyes. But that would show weakness. And, he thought, if Harry has to do it, I should have to watch.
Lucius began thrusting, using his hand in the man's hair to control his head as he fucked Harry's mouth.
Harry groaned softly, his teeth accidentally grazing over his cock as he began to thrust.
"Cut me, brat, and I will remove those teeth and fuck your bleeding mouth," Lucius snapped, still thrusting.
His hands clenched into fists as he worked to curve his lips over his teeth better. Every time Lucius thrust his cock would hit the back of Harry's throat and Harry swore he couldn't breathe during those moments.
After a few more punishing minutes of thrusting, Lucius came with a hiss, thrusting far enough in that Potter couldn't breathe while he held him tight.
Harry's eyes went wide as he tried to breathe, his face going red with the effort. He moaned weakly, hoping that would make him move.
Lucius smiled, watching the man struggle for air. His cock was softening now so it wouldn't be long before the game was over. After a minute, he pulled back and shoved Potter away from him.
Harry coughed and retched, as a few tears slipped out of his eyes, hoping neither of them would see him crying.
Draco stood stiff and unmoving and waiting for his father's next move.
Lucius tucked himself back into his robes and turned to face his son. "He might be a fitting enough show," he said, cocking his head to study his son.
Harry sniffled behind them, silently congratulating himself on making it this far.
"It might be fortuitous that you didn't mark his front," Lucius said, looking at Potter again. "Our Master will enjoy the fresh blood," he added.
Draco nodded, trying to look pleased. He ached to pick up Harry from the floor and heal him. It was impossible. And as bad as this had been, it was just practise for the main event.
Harry shivered slightly at the thought of Voldemort coming into the room as well. He hoped they were able to go through with the plan. If not...he was sure to die.