Bound and Gagged

Chapter Six: Toil

Lucius strained against the bonds as Harry thrust into him furiously. He was on his stomach, in Harry’s bed, and unable to move more than his lower legs. The bonds bit into his skin whenever he moved. The boy-wizard had warned him not to, but his warnings had not been orders, and Lucius still retained an independent streak that fought against what was for his own good, if it meant giving in too easily.

His body was overheated from the sensation of the younger man’s organ scraping his canal and Harry’s perspiration dripping onto his back.

Also, his mouth remained un-gagged, and yet he fought to keep silent, holding back moans and groans, gasps and cries that begged to be released. Harry had asked for his sounds, nearly coaxed one or two loose, but still did not order the blond man to make noises, and Lucius refused.

As Harry tortured his arse hole, Lucius’ mind returned to the frightening dream he’d suffered the last time Harry had punished him, and fear festered at the thoughts that this activity would bring on another, likely worse than the first. This alone had kept him silent, more than his belligerence.

Harry shifted, changing the angle of his thrust until his cock struck true and rammed into the older man’s prostrate, sending a wave of punishing pleasure into Lucius’ body, centering in his dick and balls. He grit his teeth and held his jaw firmly, keeping in the sound of enjoyment that threatened and thereby negating the actual pleasure from registering properly. He was just a tool, something that Harry would use to get off on, and then throw away. It was his new lot in life.

As he felt Harry nearing his release, slowing his thrusts and brushing his sweet spot each time, Lucius’ thoughts strayed to how his wife was fairing. He still loved her, though they had not lived as a true couple for many years, and he worried about her and her comfort.

“I get the feeling, that you are somewhere else, Lucius. Pay attention to me!” Harry said pulling the blond’s head back by his hair, as he reached his climax and pumped his essence into the man’s body. When he was finished, he released the blond locks and fell onto Lucius’ back. “Never. Never let your mind drift while I am punishing you!” Harry ordered and the man winced.

Harry climbed off, grabbed his wand and waved away the bindings, wiping his face on a towel and watching as Lucius pulled himself to his hands and knees and crawled off of the bed. His movements were stiff and halting, giving evidence to his body’s reaction to the activities, but he said nothing, not releasing a single sound. He stood and turned, looking at Harry through half-lidded eyes. Before he attempted to leave, he asked, “May I ask you another question?” and Harry nodded. “Why? Why did you take me to Voldemort?” Harry had ordered him to use the man’s name, not the previous titles he, and the rest of the public, had taken to.

“Because he asked me to. He sent me a note, a request, to have me bring you and show him how well you behaved while I taught you a lesson.” Harry tossed the towel away and stood proud, still naked in front of the older man. Lucius would have covered himself, but Harry had forbidden it.

Harry looked at the blond, noting again his physical being. He was toned, strong and limber. His mid-thirties had likely been the height of Lucius Malfoy’s peak years. His long hair was shiny and a golden blond, not the pasty, limp white that it had become in the last years of the war. His eyes were like liquid silver, instead of the dull grey of the Dark Lord’s reign.

The dark-haired man shook himself to clear his head and concentrated on his servant’s question. “Voldemort has begun to regain his humanity. Snape and I plan to harvest it for him.” Harry moved closer and Lucius felt an urge to back up, which he resisted.

Harry sauntered over and put his hands on the man’s shoulders. He applied just enough pressure until Lucius ceased fighting and lowered to his knees. “I’d like you to clean me.” Harry requested.

“Surely you could cast a cleansing charm . .” Lucius began but Harry stopped him.

“I could, but I do not wish to.” He said.

Silver grey eyes flicked to the organ before him, and then flew away to every surface of the room. Harry’s hands moved up his neck to cradle his jaws between them, forcing him to focus on his master. “I would like it.” He repeated.

Lucius looked down to the flax organ again and swallowed hard. He shifted forward and back in a few abortive attempts to begin. Harry’s right hand took hold of a few locks of blond and let them slide through his fingers. Lucius looked up with his eyes and Harry smiled encouragingly. The man opened his mouth, allowed his tongue to emerge and licked the length from the head to the base, along the top edge.

At this, Harry groaned and his hips thrust forward, slightly, bumping his cock into Lucius’ chin and causing the blond to pull back. Harry watched as the man moved back into position and parted his lips, cupping his tongue to accept the head and bathe it gently to the glans. Lucius circled this, working the skin until it was cleared of the remains of its previous occupation, moving then to the body, silky and still damp from his own.

Though he’d never before had another man’s organ in his lips, Lucius managed to take this one down his throat until nearly two thirds of it was beyond sight. He relaxed his gag reflex, just in time, and the tool began to swell within him. Harry moaned and threw his head back, allowing the sensations to ride through him.

“Good, so good.” He praised and Lucius felt strangely pleased with himself. He renewed his efforts and was soon deep-throating the organ that was now fully erect.

Soon, Harry was swaying back and forth, fucking the man’s mouth as he stroked the long flaxen locks of hair, gently tugging once in a while. Lucius was gaining confidence, sucking in his cheeks as Harry pulled out, and puffing them up when he drove back in. It was not an unpleasant sensation, the thick organ riding along the concave of his tongue like a boat in a canal.

When Harry was near his climax, he pushed Lucius back, grabbing his dick and stroking it, tapping the blond man’s nose every so often. He came with a cry, coating the aristocrat servant’s face and hair with matched creamy streaks.

Lucius was silent, his eyes closed and his mouth firmly set, the proof of Harry’s orgasm dripping down his cheeks, and Harry looked at him with an amused smile. He shook his head and went to retrieve his wand. “Hold still, Lucius. I’ll take care of it.” He aimed the wand and chanted, “Evanesco.” banishing the jism and leaving sparkling clean hair and skin in its wake. It wouldn’t remove the memory of what Harry had just done, but that wasn’t what he’d wanted to do. “Okay, so go get dressed and meet me in the kitchen, for dinner.” Harry said and Lucius rose and exited the room, his bearing displaying a regal attitude that Harry had come to find amusing and alluring, as well.

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Draco fidgeted in the kitchen as Kreacher placed dishes of food on the table and poured several cups of wine. The younger blond looked as if he was bursting with a need to be doing something and Harry watched him with a smirk on his face. He shook his head and lifted his hand. “Come and sit down, Draco. You look like an overgrown elf. Why don’t you tell me about your day?” He said.

“I don’t want to, you know. This whole situation is so far out there that it makes me feel unhinged.” Draco said as he sat opposite Harry. His pout was cute, and Harry wondered when he’d started noticing that about his long-time rival. He leaned forward and waited as Draco tried to begin. “Well, I read the three books that Severus suggested, and made some notes to ask him about. I practiced some charms, from the list that are on the NEWTs exams. I played some games of gobstones with the elf, and he beat me twice. Fuck this! What do you think I did all day?”

Harry grabbed his face in his palms and pulled him forward, kissing the pout that had turned into a scowl and stopping the tirade that was on the verge of bursting out. Draco froze and his hands rose to grab Harry’s wrists in a gentle grasp. Harry sat back down and let go, his hands just inches away from where they had been and still in Draco’s weak grasp. “Feel better?” he asked.

“What? No. No, I don’t. Why did you do that?” Draco argued, but he did feel less agitated.

They realized that Kreacher was waiting for them, two plates in his hands, and both sat back. A few seconds later, Lucius arrived in his best cloak and robes, at least the best of what had been brought from his closets at the manor. He sat next to Harry and lifted the napkin from the table to place it gently on his lap. The regal bearing was back and Harry nodded at him. “You look wonderful, Lucius. Doesn’t he, Draco?”

The boy hesitated, then stumbled out, “Yes. Magnificent. Like a prince.” And he reached for his own utensils to avoid any further comments. Snape arrived moments later and sat across from Harry, next to Draco and facing Lucius. They all ate in silence.

After dinner, Harry sent Lucius with Snape, so that he could help with the cleaning of the potions lab. He proceeded Draco into the hall and up to the closed room where the blond had received his recent punishment. Draco hesitated a few steps down the hall. Harry turned and gave him a questioning look.

“What are you going to do?” Malfoy asked.

“Nothing. I’m going to watch as you organize my things. I’m not going to touch you, unless you ask me to.” Harry said with a smirk as he opened the door. Draco went into the room and Harry followed. “Give me your wand.” He insisted and Draco reluctantly did so.

As Harry sat on a large recliner, twirling the Hawthorn stick, Draco moved about the room. He opened every drawer and cabinet and itemized everything they contained in his head. Once or twice he’d asked Harry what he was seeing, but had yet to touch any one item. When he had a complete knowledge of what was kept here, he turned to his master. “What do you want me to do with these things?” he asked.

“Organize them. Put them away in the most convenient and proper places. I’ve heard from Snape that you have some wonderful ideas about such things, and I wish to benefit from them.” Harry pointed toward the first cabinet with the wand and Draco hesitated. “What should be in that cabinet, for example?”

Draco looked up at the shelves and around the area. He noted the furnishings, if one could call them such, and the location of the cabinet to them. He turned back to Harry. “What is this used for?” he asked.

“That is a cock stock.” Harry supplied as he had for each piece of equipment so far. Draco nodded before looking into the cabinet again.

“These manacles would be better placed near the table, and those boxes of clamps and gags would be more fitting here.” He said. Harry nodded and watched as he began to move the items from one location to the other. After twenty odd minutes, Draco had rearranged the better part of the room and stood in front of an imposing piece of hardware. He looked back at Harry as if he wanted to ask, so Harry nodded to him. “How does this work?”

Harry rose and walked up to the trap and pulled a lever. The base, that was shaped like a box with a single-holed stock at the midpoint, had a pair of chains attached and when the lever was pulled they began to draw into small holes on its side, this pulled up the attached rack at the end. On it was another stock, with two holes for the thighs, and it would rise until the legs were bent nearly to the chest. It was so obvious what it was for, that Draco blushed and looked away. “Satisfied?” Harry asked poignantly.

The blush that covered the pale young man’s face said much and Harry leaned closer. Draco stammered out, “I haven’t ever seen one of these before. They aren’t like the things most wizards keep in their dungeons.”

Harry laughed and stood straighter, “I’m not like other wizards, and this isn’t like the dungeons they keep. How did you know it was one?”

“Torture devices are normally kept in a dungeon.” Draco stated.

“Ah, but these aren’t just torture devices. They can be for pain,. . . .or for pleasure.” This last was hissed out with Harry nearly lapsing into parseltongue.

Draco looked directly at him, not flinching or looking away. Something in his eyes reminded Harry of the words the Sorting Hat had said in one of its many opening songs. ‘Bravery can be found in the eyes as well as the soul.’ Draco’s words confirmed Harry suspicions. “Show me how?”

The fact that these words were spoken in an almost-whisper, soft and hushed, breathy, was what set him into action. “You want to see the pain, or the pleasure?” he returned in a similar tone. “Or do you want to see how they are actually much the same thing?”

Draco held his eyes as a single word slipped from his lips. “yes.”

“How much can you take?” Harry hissed, again feeling the draw of his snake language.

“Punish me. Make me pure.” Draco finished and Harry pulled him close.