Hole

Hole was one of the servers at lunch. Draco eyed him greedily, still on edge from the scene he had witnessed in the tack-room. He wished he could take him right now on the table, but instead he ate a hearty meal and made polite, stilted conversation with his mother.



Finally she laughed in his face. "Oh, Draco! You\'re impossible when you\'re like this. For heavens sake just use the boy and join me in the library in... say, an hour?"



He didn\'t usually feel the need to be discreet in his own home, but his mother had never before spoken of what she might have noticed, either. His shock must have shown on his face because as she passed by she leaned over and patted his cheek affectionately. "He is a tasty morsel, isn\'t he? You mustn\'t be so greedy that you forget to share, darling."



As her robe whisked out of sight, Draco pushed his chair back from the table and stood. Hole and the other server - Pretty, Draco thought she was called - moved to stand in their designated positions by the wall, but Draco grabbed Hole\'s arm and threw him into position, bent over the table. Lifting the tunic, he parted those enticing cheeks before remembering that lubrication might be a desirable concept. The butter was in a little silver dish to his left and he swiftly greased himself up before thrusting - at last, at last - into the boy\'s warm, clutching channel. Remembering the way the blond boy had rocked on Mucker\'s cock Draco ground into the dark-haired slave without finesse, finding the boy\'s prostate and pounding it mercilessly.



"You slut!" he hissed into the boy\'s ear. "Who have you been riding today; who has fucked your greedy little hole and your eager mouth?"



"Only you and the Master!" the slave gasped, wincing as Draco impaled himself a little deeper with each savage thrust. "No-one else today, not yet."



Draco reached around to tug the boy\'s cock vicously.



"But you like it, don\'t you? You want it! Greedy little whore."



Hole trembled underneath him, but didn\'t answer. Draco felt the familiar rage at being denied well up in him. He pulled out and yanked the boy to face him, ripping his sash untied and the tunic from his body. The slave stood to face his enraged master with an odd sort of dignity as Draco slammed one hand into his naked chest, forcing him backwards onto the table. He raised the boy\'s legs over his shoulders as he forced himself inside the violated arsehole once again.



"Answer me, slut! YOU LOVE IT!"



Hole\'s green eyes were dilated with shock and terror. "I don\'t know what you want me to say, Master Draco! Do you want me to tell the truth or to say \'Yes\'? I\'ll say whatever you want!"



"Tell me the truth!"



The boy quivered as he was impaled again and again on Draco\'s cock.



"No, I don\'t love it," he said quietly, as if he had somehow found the quiet center of the storm. "I don\'t want it. I hate it."



As suddenly as that, Draco\'s anger subsided. He laughed instead, and his thrusts slowed, becoming less savage and more hedonistic. "Get used to it, my own sweet Hole," he taunted, twisting his hips to hit that sweet spot again. Amid the scattered debris of the lunch setting he set out to make the dark-haired boy recant his words, and when the boy\'s chest was spattered with his own cum Draco finally allowed himself to spurt once again into that sweet, sweet arse.



The boy was a pretty sight, lying debauched on the white damask. Draco paused a moment to savour the view after withdrawing. The slave\'s damp, cum-spattered chest heaved up and down, and tears trickled from his closed eyes. His legs sagged over the edge of the table and cum was slowly dripping from his cleft to the carpet. Draco glanced at the clock, casting a spell to clean himself up. A thought occurred to him.



"Pretty, you lick Hole clean before you return to your normal duties. Hole, my wanton little whore, be in my room at five pm. You are not to clean up any further after Pretty has finished with you."



On the table, the slave stirred weakly, but both he and Pretty answered in unison, "Yes, Master Draco."



Draco strolled out of the room snickering to himself.