Promising Submission
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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
28
Views:
67,622
Reviews:
88
Recommended:
4
Currently Reading:
8
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chapter 7
Chapter 7
CRACK!
Nathanial hissed at the burn of the silver studs, on the top of the flogger, when they slapped his skin. God he loved this; the vulnerability, the helplessness. He’d forgotten how wonderful it was to let go. It had been too long.
“Did I say you could speak?”
“No, Master.”
He felt his flesh burn, this time on the sensitive flesh of his hip bone. “You still do not have permission to speak. You may nod or shake you head until I give you permission.” He was grateful for the instruction, since he was unsure how to respond without speaking.
The soft leather, of the other side of the flogger, caressed his sensitized skin. Nathanial was completely open to any and all touch from his master. He was squatting; his thighs parallel to the floor and bound, as wide as they’d go. His back was forced in a hyper-extended arch by the anal hook in him that was anchored to his hair, forcing his face up. His arms were unbound behind his head, fingers laced on his scalp. Nathanial was sure that his master soothed his skin so that the next strike not only surprised him, but had the most intensity.
It was only the first week of retraining. Harry said this week was for learning the rules and expectations, and the rest of the allotted time was for learning how to obey, trust, and even slip around the rules. The goals of retraining were for Nathaniel to learn the power in submission, for Nathaniel to obey all orders from Harry immediately and without question and finally, for Harry to earn Nathaniel’s complete trust.
Nathanial had asked why Harry wanted to earn his trust and not his love. The answer had surprised him. He’d said that love did not equal trust; he reminded Nathanial that he’d loved Anita but hadn’t trusted her. Love wasn’t as important to Harry as trust. He’d said, in a soft voice, that trust was the gift that he’d never given away.
From what Nathanial understood, this week was about rules, but it wasn’t so much about rules as an attitude. His master was reinforcing how Nathanial was supposed to act. Obedient and differential. He had also learned that Harry wanted to be pushed. He didn’t want Nathanial broken. He wanted a challenge, humor, fight. But Nathanial wasn’t sure if he could give Harry that. He wasn’t sure that he had any fight left.
He was jerked out of his musings by a sharp rap on the base of the anal hook. “Where did you go pet? You can speak.”
“I’m sorry master, I was thinking about how I’m afraid I cannot be what you need.”
“I decide what you need not the other way around. You are here for my pleasure and I will use you as I see fit. You will not come to me with expectations. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master.” And he did too. It was not his place to worry about those things. His master said that Nathanial was what he wanted, and that was the end of the discussion. He would have smiled if his master hadn’t decided to change his approach.
“You are thinking too much.” His master snapped his fingers and all Nathanial’s bonds disappeared. “Move into position 3.” Nathanial tried, he did, but his legs had been in that previous position for so long that they were tired. He looked mournfully at his master.
He relished the feel of those gloved hands on his skin, not as much as he would have the warmth of skin on skin, but his master said he hadn’t earned the right to feel his flesh yet. The hands helped him get into position. Nathanial loved and hated this one with equal measure. Blind folded, Legs straight but knees unlocked, spread 5 feet apart. Bent at the hips until his head was hanging and uncontrolled. Hands chained to his ankles and feet attached to a spreader bar and snapped to the ground. This position was just like the others, making him completely open and vulnerable to anything his master wanted, but it had a very serious difference to the others. He could already feel his blood rush to his head and his breathing become shallow. It was also hard to keep his balance with his center of gravity so changed. He knew from experience that every once in a while his master would use a spell to rid his head of the excess blood, and stave off unconsciousness, but it was impossible to think past the rushing noise. This, Nathanial supposed, was the point.
“Very good kitten. I am excited by your flexibility, you are bent more then you were last time.”
Nathanial felt the gloved hands moving along the back of his thighs toward his most sensitive parts. He caressed his balls and erection and Nathanial didn’t bother suppressing his moan. “That’s a good boy, I want to hear you.” The fingers, gently, barely there, played with him, molding him, stroking him, loving him. He felt his master’s mouth on his back and gasped with shock. “Master I haven’t earned your mouth!”
His master’s hand smacked down hard on his ass, once, twice. His master was aggravated. “What did I tell you about expectations? You are mine. If I want to taste you I will. I do not need to wait until you earn it. I will punish you when you misbehave, and reward you when I feel like it, but you will never” another smack, “ever,” and another, “tell me how to use you to my own pleasure.” His master smacked him another 10 times and Nathanial sobbed his apologies, begging for forgiveness. It wasn’t the most painful thing he’d experienced, but he’d overstepped his bounds and disappointed his master. He was terrified that his master would be so upset that he would stop and leave him like this.
Gloved hands rubbed along his ass and thighs again, soothing the flesh and his master whispered his forgiveness.
Nathanial felt the mouth on his ass kissing the flesh heated from the spanks. He felt a body press up against his legs and assumed that his master had gotten to his knees behind him. Hands ran up and down his legs, inside and outside, fingers caressed him while the mouth explored his skin. He legs trembled and he mentally cursed the spell his master always put on him to suppress his orgasm.
He felt the hands move to cup his cheeks, the thumbs running along his crack and pressing in his hole lightly. He gasped in anticipation. His master couldn’t want to do that? He didn’t say anything though, if that’s how his master wanted him, then he would simply enjoy it. He’d been forced to do this to others on the streets but hadn’t ever had it done to him. No one on the streets wanted to, and he’d never asked Anita or Raina because they would have been repulsed or used it against him.
A tear came unbidden the moment he felt hot breath on his entrance. His master was giving him a great gift, but his master wasn’t considering it a gift, claiming it was for his pleasure. Once again he thanked God that Harry wanted him.
Thoughts of that nature fled when his master’s tongue tickled him. He felt it circle him again and again, pressing in a little more with every circle. Nathanial was beside himself. The blood in his head intensified the feelings spiking up his spine. He cried out and moaned and called his master, begging him, for what he wasn’t sure. He barely registered that he was pushing his ass harder into his master’s face, and that his master was holding him steady. When the tongue stopped teasing and began thrusting into him earnestly he was unable to make coherent noises anymore. He just mumbled and cried. His master grabbed a hold of his cock, and the pleasure reached new heights.
Nathanial was completely beside himself, screaming and begging to come. He felt the tongue leave briefly and then it was replaced by the thin vibrator that his master explained would magically attach to and batter his prostrate. Then the tongue returned; Nathanial felt his control snap.
The pleasure was so intense that he reached euphoria. He had no idea how long his master tortured him, but he did feel when the spell blocking his orgasm was removed.
When he came too, he was lying on the bed and his master was washing him slowly.
“Master”
“Ah, Kitten. You make me so happy.” His master kissed him gently, so gently it almost broke his heart.
“What happened?” His master gave him a soft smile.
“What do you think happened?”
“I broke apart.” His master smiled again and nodded.
Nathanial sunk into the warmth his master offered, and smiled. He’d broken, lost control of reality, and his master was here, holding him and putting him back together.
“Go to sleep kitten.”
“Yes master.”
AN yay smut
CRACK!
Nathanial hissed at the burn of the silver studs, on the top of the flogger, when they slapped his skin. God he loved this; the vulnerability, the helplessness. He’d forgotten how wonderful it was to let go. It had been too long.
“Did I say you could speak?”
“No, Master.”
He felt his flesh burn, this time on the sensitive flesh of his hip bone. “You still do not have permission to speak. You may nod or shake you head until I give you permission.” He was grateful for the instruction, since he was unsure how to respond without speaking.
The soft leather, of the other side of the flogger, caressed his sensitized skin. Nathanial was completely open to any and all touch from his master. He was squatting; his thighs parallel to the floor and bound, as wide as they’d go. His back was forced in a hyper-extended arch by the anal hook in him that was anchored to his hair, forcing his face up. His arms were unbound behind his head, fingers laced on his scalp. Nathanial was sure that his master soothed his skin so that the next strike not only surprised him, but had the most intensity.
It was only the first week of retraining. Harry said this week was for learning the rules and expectations, and the rest of the allotted time was for learning how to obey, trust, and even slip around the rules. The goals of retraining were for Nathaniel to learn the power in submission, for Nathaniel to obey all orders from Harry immediately and without question and finally, for Harry to earn Nathaniel’s complete trust.
Nathanial had asked why Harry wanted to earn his trust and not his love. The answer had surprised him. He’d said that love did not equal trust; he reminded Nathanial that he’d loved Anita but hadn’t trusted her. Love wasn’t as important to Harry as trust. He’d said, in a soft voice, that trust was the gift that he’d never given away.
From what Nathanial understood, this week was about rules, but it wasn’t so much about rules as an attitude. His master was reinforcing how Nathanial was supposed to act. Obedient and differential. He had also learned that Harry wanted to be pushed. He didn’t want Nathanial broken. He wanted a challenge, humor, fight. But Nathanial wasn’t sure if he could give Harry that. He wasn’t sure that he had any fight left.
He was jerked out of his musings by a sharp rap on the base of the anal hook. “Where did you go pet? You can speak.”
“I’m sorry master, I was thinking about how I’m afraid I cannot be what you need.”
“I decide what you need not the other way around. You are here for my pleasure and I will use you as I see fit. You will not come to me with expectations. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master.” And he did too. It was not his place to worry about those things. His master said that Nathanial was what he wanted, and that was the end of the discussion. He would have smiled if his master hadn’t decided to change his approach.
“You are thinking too much.” His master snapped his fingers and all Nathanial’s bonds disappeared. “Move into position 3.” Nathanial tried, he did, but his legs had been in that previous position for so long that they were tired. He looked mournfully at his master.
He relished the feel of those gloved hands on his skin, not as much as he would have the warmth of skin on skin, but his master said he hadn’t earned the right to feel his flesh yet. The hands helped him get into position. Nathanial loved and hated this one with equal measure. Blind folded, Legs straight but knees unlocked, spread 5 feet apart. Bent at the hips until his head was hanging and uncontrolled. Hands chained to his ankles and feet attached to a spreader bar and snapped to the ground. This position was just like the others, making him completely open and vulnerable to anything his master wanted, but it had a very serious difference to the others. He could already feel his blood rush to his head and his breathing become shallow. It was also hard to keep his balance with his center of gravity so changed. He knew from experience that every once in a while his master would use a spell to rid his head of the excess blood, and stave off unconsciousness, but it was impossible to think past the rushing noise. This, Nathanial supposed, was the point.
“Very good kitten. I am excited by your flexibility, you are bent more then you were last time.”
Nathanial felt the gloved hands moving along the back of his thighs toward his most sensitive parts. He caressed his balls and erection and Nathanial didn’t bother suppressing his moan. “That’s a good boy, I want to hear you.” The fingers, gently, barely there, played with him, molding him, stroking him, loving him. He felt his master’s mouth on his back and gasped with shock. “Master I haven’t earned your mouth!”
His master’s hand smacked down hard on his ass, once, twice. His master was aggravated. “What did I tell you about expectations? You are mine. If I want to taste you I will. I do not need to wait until you earn it. I will punish you when you misbehave, and reward you when I feel like it, but you will never” another smack, “ever,” and another, “tell me how to use you to my own pleasure.” His master smacked him another 10 times and Nathanial sobbed his apologies, begging for forgiveness. It wasn’t the most painful thing he’d experienced, but he’d overstepped his bounds and disappointed his master. He was terrified that his master would be so upset that he would stop and leave him like this.
Gloved hands rubbed along his ass and thighs again, soothing the flesh and his master whispered his forgiveness.
Nathanial felt the mouth on his ass kissing the flesh heated from the spanks. He felt a body press up against his legs and assumed that his master had gotten to his knees behind him. Hands ran up and down his legs, inside and outside, fingers caressed him while the mouth explored his skin. He legs trembled and he mentally cursed the spell his master always put on him to suppress his orgasm.
He felt the hands move to cup his cheeks, the thumbs running along his crack and pressing in his hole lightly. He gasped in anticipation. His master couldn’t want to do that? He didn’t say anything though, if that’s how his master wanted him, then he would simply enjoy it. He’d been forced to do this to others on the streets but hadn’t ever had it done to him. No one on the streets wanted to, and he’d never asked Anita or Raina because they would have been repulsed or used it against him.
A tear came unbidden the moment he felt hot breath on his entrance. His master was giving him a great gift, but his master wasn’t considering it a gift, claiming it was for his pleasure. Once again he thanked God that Harry wanted him.
Thoughts of that nature fled when his master’s tongue tickled him. He felt it circle him again and again, pressing in a little more with every circle. Nathanial was beside himself. The blood in his head intensified the feelings spiking up his spine. He cried out and moaned and called his master, begging him, for what he wasn’t sure. He barely registered that he was pushing his ass harder into his master’s face, and that his master was holding him steady. When the tongue stopped teasing and began thrusting into him earnestly he was unable to make coherent noises anymore. He just mumbled and cried. His master grabbed a hold of his cock, and the pleasure reached new heights.
Nathanial was completely beside himself, screaming and begging to come. He felt the tongue leave briefly and then it was replaced by the thin vibrator that his master explained would magically attach to and batter his prostrate. Then the tongue returned; Nathanial felt his control snap.
The pleasure was so intense that he reached euphoria. He had no idea how long his master tortured him, but he did feel when the spell blocking his orgasm was removed.
When he came too, he was lying on the bed and his master was washing him slowly.
“Master”
“Ah, Kitten. You make me so happy.” His master kissed him gently, so gently it almost broke his heart.
“What happened?” His master gave him a soft smile.
“What do you think happened?”
“I broke apart.” His master smiled again and nodded.
Nathanial sunk into the warmth his master offered, and smiled. He’d broken, lost control of reality, and his master was here, holding him and putting him back together.
“Go to sleep kitten.”
“Yes master.”
AN yay smut