The Contract

Disclaimer: They aren’t mine – but you can see what I would do if they were!

Warning: This chapter is intense, psychologically and sexually. There is blood and slash sex. Please don't bother to flame me as I have given you adequate warning.

--RD


The Claiming


Harry left the loo and retreated to the bedroom. Without additional instruction, he wondered vaguely what he should do while waiting. He was nervous, but relaxed after the cleansing. He found himself unconsciously assuming the position that he found himself when he first arrived at the Manor: on his knees, which were shoulder width apart, resting on his feet. After a moment, he took a deep breath and clasped his fingers at the back of his neck. For some deep unknown reason, he knew that this was what was expected of him. Closing his eyes, he waited for his Master to claim him.


Draco stood in the loo, looking at the mirror, glad that it did not have the normal enchantments to give an opinion about the situation. Just outside that door, the Savior of the Wizarding World waited for him to go out and effectively rape him. It had to be savage, a bloody claim to establish the relationship as his superior status. Strangely, Harry seemed already subdued. He considered going against what his Father had told him to do, but decided he would just do what needed to be done.

Taking a deep breath, steeling his nerve to hurt someone so perfect and pure, Draco had to pause to keep from vomiting at the thought. Thinking again about how he had promised his Father that he would comply fully with the completion of the Ritual. If he did not, he had no doubts that Lucius would, except his Father would enjoy it. With that last thought, he turned and opened the door.

His first step into the candle lit bedroom took that deep breath away. There, kneeling in perfect pose was his Pet: Harry Potter. His hands were perfectly placed, his breathing even and steady, almost in a sleep like manner waiting for his Master. When Draco approached, it was with apprehension, then confidence as he found his voice.

“You have done well so far Pet.” Harry opened those enchanting green eyes and looked up. “There is one more step. I ask that you trust me to take care of you and understand what is not explained. Will you do that for me? Willingly submit to what must be done next?”

Draco waited, clearly trying to control his stomach while he waited for the words that would take part of the guilt over what he was about to do away. “Master, I am yours. I trust that you will only do what is necessary to complete the bond and I will not intentionally make it more difficult for you to do so.” If Harry had thought, even for a moment, about the words he spoke, he would have realized that he did know the proper words and had learned them very early in his life.

“Stand and come to me Pet.” Harry complied. With shaking hands, Draco raised the chin to look into those eyes. Then saw the tongue dart out and lip the rosebud lips as his breath increased in… apprehension? Perhaps fear? Desire? There were too many options to make the proper decision about the emotion behind the action. Grasping his Pet’s left hand, he drew him closer. Their lips almost touching. The matching heartbeats increasing. The cocks filling with desire.

Thought was lost when their lips finally made contact. Draco felt Harry’s skin, his hands, wrapped his long thin fingers into the dark hair pulling him closer. Harry tasted wonderful. A hint of mint, a bit of the essence that made his Pet unique among men, hidden in that kiss. Their leaking cocks aligned as Harry bucked forward to rub himself against his master, relishing in the feel of skin on skin.

Harry pulled away first, panting. When Draco regained his senses, he was almost angry at the break in contact, “Pet, why did you stop?”

“I feel as though I am going to explode, Sir. I have never been in this situation before, and they are… my… are so tight, my… it hurts… its so hard… I was afraid…”

Draco crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, “Of what were you afraid?”

“I was afraid that because it hurts so bad that you might be in the same pain. I did not wish to cause you pain like I feel, Sir.” He finished with a tear falling down his flushed skin.

Assessing the situation, and unable to convince himself that his Pet had never ejaculated, he stepped closer and looked, again, into the eyes of the man. “Pet, have you ever cum before?”

“No Sir. I have been this hard and I understand the principles behind sex, even the kind we are going to have, but Aunt Petunia was rather adamant that I never touch my penis more than necessary to use the loo.” He was almost ashamed again. His skin flushed under Master’s scrutiny. He continued, however, “The guys in the dorm all have, I know what it is Sir. But every time I thought about finishing it, someone would walk in, or I would hear something, or someone would attack me.”

“Attack?”

“Voldemort, Slytherins, Moaning Myrtle, Death Eaters… A Basilisk, Werewolf, Umbridge… it isn’t as though I have had nothing else going on. At home, with my Aunt and Uncle, I worked from the time I woke until late into the evening. I was usually too tired and hungry to think about wanking when I was sent to my room for the evening.”


Feeling the edge slip away from his determination, he stopped the conversation. “Pet, look at me. You will cum, I am sure, several times tonight. Let it happen. This will be the one night you will be allowed to do so. Beginning tomorrow, you will ask me for permission and learn control, but tonight… if you can cum, you should.”

Taking a deep breath, reaching out to stroke the cheek of the heated face, he continued, “Tonight, we will simply feel and until tomorrow morning, whatever happens should just happen. Punishments and offenses will be discussed then, at the picnic in the garden. Agreed?” Wide-eyed innocence nodded.

“Now, I want you to get in the middle of the bed, on your knees.” His command was quickly followed. “Lean over toward the headboard.” He did. “I will secure you as I do not want you to move. Do you trust me?”

“Yes Master.” And with a few spoken words, Harry Potter was tied tightly to the bed, his arms outstretched painfully so, his body fighting the desire to move closer to relieve the tension the ropes were causing on his shoulders.

Draco watched for a moment before continuing the instructions. “Put your head down and your arse high. Show me that you desire me.” As Draco walked closer to the prey, he watched as Harry’s hips began to sway just a bit as the tip of his cock brushed the comforter. He listened as his Pet moaned.

Climbing behind, he added, “Tell me Pet what you desire.”

“I do not know how to put it into words, Master. I want your touch, your breath, your kiss. I want you to claim me, but I do not know the words to express this to you. I want you to be happy and content with me. I need you to make me complete.” His words were accentuated with movement of his hips and panting of his breath.

“I will, Pet.” Kneeling behind the perfect globes, Draco put his hands on his Pet, who almost jumped at the contact. Leaning down, Draco pulled this body apart and stared at the perfect clenching hole that waited for his penetration. Unable to resist, he leaned further down, Pet’s ball sack was tight and the perfect vein was throbbing with desire. Without any further delay, Draco licked those tight balls, sucking one then the other. His breath ghosting over the skin making Harry cry out.

He moved up, licking his way to the hole he desired so very much and pushed his tongue into that hole. Harry, unable to resist, pushed himself back to the invading wetness, moving, moaning as Draco claimed what he chose. Harry finally spoke semi-coherently, “Master… please… I feel… explode…please…” Draco stopped his ministrations and allowed Harry to calm before he came.

Master knew that his Pet would be too relaxed if he were allowed to cum before he was penetrated. Rising up to his knees, he lined his engorged cock to the destination. Holding both hips he apologized and said a small silent prayer begging for forgiveness as he plunged his considerable girth and length completely into the unprepared man below him.

The scream filled the room from the pain and shock of the invasion. Draco leaned over and pulled his hair to snarl in his ear, “It must be like this. There is no other way.” Releasing the grip just before he pulled out and plunged back into the man, over and over again. Finding resistance for the first few thrusts. Then, just when he wanted to relax and enjoy himself, he raised up to watch his cock slide in and out of his Pets body. His lust was jolted when he and realized that his entire pelvic area was splattered with blood.

Closing his eyes to shut out the sight, he continued to use the vessel that his Father had secured for him. Until finally, blessedly, he climaxed.

Draco looked down at the body as it fell limply forward, blood leaking from the oddly stretched hole that was so perfect before. Quickly standing, barely remembering to release the bonds before he retreated to the loo, barely closing the door before he lost the contents of his stomach all over the floor.

He crossed to the shower and turned on only the hot water. Grabbing the soap, he stepped in and began scrubbing. The water ran red with Harry’s blood and even after it was long clean, Draco scrubbed his nether regions.

His cock was fiery red, but whether it was from the stain of ruining something pure, blood, heat, or scrubbing, he did not know. He hated his Father in that instant. Regret filled his body as he slid down the wet wall. Sitting in almost the exact place he had held his Pet just a bit earlier, he hung his head and cried.

When the house-elf entered the loo to clean up the sick, she also turned off the water and told Master Draco to go see to his pet. Remembering that Harry was still tied to his bed, he rose and prepared to return to the man he had just hurt so badly.

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