Chains Like Trophies

Draco frequently chose days Harry was working to visit the Ministry. He worked as an informer to the Minister and some department heads, sharing knowledge he gained from both experience and bribery.

He and Harry had a system for when they were at the Ministry at the same time. Sometimes Draco would stop by the Auror Department and watch Harry until he noticed him. It was always amazing to watch Harry at work. He was a highly respected member of the team, often trusted with difficult assignments and decisions. He was a natural leader, confident and in his element, and people sought his opinion and approval. But they didn't know that there was a dildo in his ass, pulsating and vibrating at Draco's command, or that there was a spell on his cock that denied him relief. They didn't know what Draco whispered to him when Harry spotted him and they kissed. They didn't hear the vulgar words he used to remind Harry of his place, making Harry grateful for the spell that kept him from coming on the spot. They didn't know that the silver bracelet around his wrist was actually his collar, shrunken for public appearances.

Sometimes Draco wanted more than to just watch Harry work. On these occasions, he would flick his wand to make the dildo in Harry's ass widen. This was Harry's cue to make an excuse to leave and meet Draco in the bathroom at the far end of the maintenance floor. This particular bathroom was out of the way of the offices, which meant that it was almost always unoccupied. Harry would enlarge his collar and fasten it around his neck, then assume Draco's preferred position: kneeling on the floor, legs spread, hands behind his back, head down. And he'd wait. It was always terrifying waiting there, hoping that no one other than Draco would open the door.

This time, Draco let Harry wait for longer than usual. He was having a discussion with the head of the Department of Mysteries, and was in no rush. Besides, he liked the idea of Harry waiting there, vulnerable to discovery, however unlikely that was. He knew how much it scared him. When he arrived, he saw Harry release a breath of relief.

"Good boy," he said, casting privacy and silencing spells around the area. Then he knelt in front of Harry raised his hand to the other boy's chin, tilting it so their eyes met. "Tell me what you are."

"I'm your whore, sir."

"More specific." He got up, pulled the crop out of his pocket and restored to its usual size, and paced around the kneeling boy.

"I'm your slave and you're my master…" Draco cropped him across the back. "…And I need you to give me purpose and meaning," Harry continued, his breath hitching as the blows continued. "I'm your naughty little slut and I'm here to make you happy."

"Yes you are." He issued a few more strikes with the crop, then pulled Harry up by his collar. "Get against the wall."

Harry did, positioning himself so that his ass was slightly extended, as Draco preferred. He felt his master's hands take hold of the dildo that was still moving inside of him and pull it out to the tip before shoving it back in. He yelped as Draco fucked him with it, relentless and brutal. He wanted to come so badly, but he knew it was too soon to ask permission. Eventually, Draco took the thing all the way out, leaving him gaping and desperate.

"Please…"

"Please, what?" He smacked him in the ass with the crop.

"Please—ungh…" Harry moaned as Draco continued to strike him. "Please, fuck me, sir."

"I'm not sure you want it."

"Please, Master, please fuck me, I—unf—I need you inside of me… Feel so empty. Need you, Master, please…"

After a few more strikes, Draco tossed the crop aside and used his arms to push Harry roughly against the wall, one arm pressing into his neck. Harry's ass was already prepared, thanks to the dildo, so Draco shoved right in. He pounded hard, enjoying the moans and grunts that he inspired. Harry's cock brushed against the wall, and he sobbed his need for release. With a final grunt, Draco pushed all the way in and held there, pulling Harry toward him by the hips as he came into the tight hole. When he pulled out, he quickly stuffed the dildo back into Harry, holding his seed there as a reminder.

Then he released his grip and watched Harry slump to the floor. He knelt down beside him and smirked at the desperate erection, running his fingers along Harry's inner thighs.

"Get back to work," he said, and he picked up the crop and left, not turning back to see the spent boy he'd left wanting on the bathroom floor.