The Devil Runs Wild

******~Dreaming~

Harry was dreaming again about something he didn’t really want to be dreaming about but he was, unfortunately, completely unaware of that desire at the moment.

“Potter, kneel down,” Malfoy ordered.

Harry did as he was told.

“Good boy,” Malfoy said and rubbed his naked cock against his closed lips. Draco was already hard and leaking. The wetness at the tip smoothed across the soft pink of Harry’s lips and Harry desperately wanted to taste it but he wasn’t allowed to open his mouth until Malfoy told him to. Harry moaned pleadingly.

Malfoy chuckled but continued to tease Harry’s lips with his cock. Harry knew he was a slut, like Malfoy said. He knew he was dirty and wrong and bad for wanting to do all the things he did. Malfoy told him all the time that he wouldn’t be able to find anyone else who would do this for him and Harry knew he was right. Harry knew that Malfoy was the only one that he could trust.

“Open your mouth,” Malfoy finally ordered and Harry opened his mouth wide, whimpering with need as Malfoy slid his cock inside. It glided across his tongue and the weight of it settling inside his mouth forced another moan out of him. He suckled gently at the gift that had finally been offered him.

“That’s it..That’s good..swallow it down now…there you go.” Malfoy’s encouraging words made Harry know that he was doing a good job. Knowing that he was pleasing Malfoy and hearing Malfoy sigh and groan with pleasure made Harry’s cock twitch. He wanted to touch himself or have Malfoy touch him but Harry knew he couldn’t ask that. He’d have to wait until Malfoy ordered it.

Malfoy’s hips began to move, pushing his cock in and out of Harry’s mouth. Harry liked it when Malfoy fucked him, whether it was in his ass or in his mouth didn’t matter to him. He just liked the feeling of Malfoy using him to get off.

At Harry’s moan, Malfoy grabbed hold of his hair tightly and fucked Harry’s mouth for all it was worth, calling him a “dirty, little slut” in the process. Harry groaned around Malfoy’s cock, knowing that Malfoy enjoyed the vibration.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Malfoy shouted and shoved his cock all the way down Harry’s throat, spilling his seed.

Harry swallowed as Malfoy held his head in place. Malfoy’s cock was long and thick in his mouth, his warm seed spilling down his throat, his balls jostling against his chin as Malfoy’s hips continued to slightly jerk. Malfoy always liked to shove his cock in deep when he came to make sure Harry drank it all. Harry did.

“Nice, Potter,” Malfoy praised as he slowly slid his cock out of Potter’s warm mouth.

Harry smiled up at him.

“I suppose you want to come too, don’t you?” Malfoy asked, cocking an eyebrow at Harry’s raised cock.

Harry looked down and didn’t say anything. It wasn’t his place to ask for things like that. He didn’t deserve it.

“I suppose I could help you with that,” Malfoy said, smirking down at Potter.

Harry’s middle flipped in joy. Malfoy was going to allow him pleasure tonight and knowing that made his cock hardened even more.

“Stand up,” Malfoy said and Harry did so. “Turn around,” and Harry turned toward the bed with Malfoy behind him. Malfoy’s hand reached around his middle and a finger touched the head of his cock.

“You’re wet,” Malfoy whispered in his ear and Harry shuttered. Harry wished that Malfoy would touch him with more than just one finger.

“Please,” Harry muttered under his breath and Malfoy’s hand roughly squeezed the base of his cock, making him squeak.

“Did I say you could speak?” Malfoy demanded.

Harry shook his head, wincing at the tight grip on his cock.

“Bend over,” Malfoy said and released his cock.

Harry bent over the bed, placing his elbows on the mattress. Malfoy was angry and Harry was bad and wrong and stupid for speaking when he wasn’t suppose to. Damnit!

Malfoy moved off somewhere and Harry was left alone contemplating his punishment. What would Malfoy do to him now?

Malfoy returned and Harry felt leather caressing his backside.

A whip.

Malfoy had brought a whip and was going to beat him with it.

“I believe twenty lashes will do, don’t you?” Malfoy said. Obviously, that was a rhetorical question since Harry wasn’t allowed to speak.

Malfoy chuckled as Harry shuttered at the touch of the leather. Malfoy slid the leather along Harry’s crack, making sure to touch the twitching hole. Harry moaned and Malfoy touched the tip of his cock to feel new wetness developing.

“You enjoy this, don’t you, you little bitch?” Malfoy asked, licking the tip of Harry’s ear.

Harry shuttered again. He did enjoy it. He knew he did. He didn’t know why, but he did. He wanted Malfoy to do this to him. He did.

Malfoy drew back and Harry tensed.

“Hold still,” Malfoy ordered. He admired the perfectly rounded arse in front of him for a few seconds, enjoying filling Potter with apprehension as he was forced to wait. Then he drew back the whip and swung.

Harry’s entire body shook forward at the first strike of the whip. It stung but wasn’t overly painful. He could endure it. Malfoy swung again and again, harder each time, though and Harry was starting to feel it on the seventh lash.

Malfoy was making an effort to swing harder on each strike, enjoying the view of Potter’s arse turning red. Malfoy could see Potter’s cock swing back and forth, hitting his stomach on each lash. The little bitch was enjoying it and that fueled Malfoy to strike even harder.

Harry was biting his lip, trying not to scream. It hurt when Malfoy hit the same spot twice. Harry felt his cock hitting his stomach cruelly as well. With all this, Harry couldn’t understand why he was so aroused. His cock was spilling pre-cum all down his length now and flying off onto the mattress too.

“Twenty,” Malfoy stated and stopped his beating of Potter’s arse. Potter lowered his head to the mattress, exhaling deeply as if in relief but he knew that Potter was dying to cum. The ass in front of him was perfectly red due to his own handy work and Malfoy pinched the flesh just to see Potter squirm.

“Climb up and kneel on the bed,” Malfoy ordered.

Harry climbed up, placing his knees far apart on the bed, his elbows and head down. He waited for whatever Malfoy was going to do next.

Harry squirmed as Malfoy rubbed and pinched and played with his arse. With his mouth, he bit down on the sheets to try not to scream or beg for Malfoy to let him cum. He held as still as he could, like he had been told but his hips jerked as Malfoy’s finger touched the outside of his hole.

“Stay still, Potter,” Malfoy said and slowly circled the hole that was twitching, desperately trying to grab a hold of his finger.

Malfoy slowly inserted his finger. He saw Potter grab the sheets tightly with his hands and felt the welcoming cavity hugging his finger securely. Potter wanted it so badly. He slowly slid his finger all the way out and watched as Potter’s arse moved back to try to obtain his finger again. He shoved his finger back in roughly as punishment.

Harry moaned against the sheets in his mouth as that finger was placed back inside him. ‘Please, please, please’ was Harry’s endless mantra in his mind as Malfoy finger-fucked him. He loved being fucked. Malfoy’s finger was being soo good to him, hitting that spot inside him everytime. Malfoy’s finger suddenly stopped altogether, though, and Harry literally began tearing up. He was going to start crying. He knew it. He needed to cum so fucking badly. Please, please, please….

“Do it yourself,” Malfoy said from behind him.

Harry couldn’t put together what Malfoy was saying at first. Being kept sexually deprived like this did have it effects on the brain, apparently. Finally, Harry was able to understand and cried with relief as he moved his arse back onto that finger. Malfoy wanted him to fuck himself and he didn’t care how humiliating he might feel about it later. He just wanted to cum. He moved his arse faster on that finger, his hands still gripping the bed and his mouth still full of sheets, muffling his cries.

Draco enjoyed the view of Potter fucking himself. He was so desperate to get off that he’d do anything, even if it did make him look like a dirty, little whore. Draco smirked to himself as he watched Potter’s frantic movements.

Please, please, please, Harry pleaded to himself.

He moved back on that finger harder, trying to get it in deeper. Panting, he was fucking Malfoy’s finger so hard that Harry’s cock was smacking his stomach, leaving wet spots in it’s wake.

Almost there, Harry cried. He whimpered and fucked himself harder.

Malfoy curved his finger sharply and Harry screamed, cumming hard, his cum hitting his chin and chest and splattering onto the mattress below.

Malfoy wiggled his finger a bit longer, wanting to make sure Potter didn’t have anymore cum he wished to deposit on the bed. Potter squirmed under him, trying to get away from the invading finger that continued to assault him with over-stimulation. Malfoy smirked and slowly removed his finger from the tight hole. Potter, breathing heavily, lay fully satiated on the bed below.

“Good, Potter,” Malfoy said simply.

And then it was over.

Harry woke up.

Harry breathed out and grabbed his wand on the night stand to clean away the freshly made mess.

I didn’t like it, Harry told himself. I didn’t.

Why was Voldemort sending him these dreams? Why!? It didn’t make any sense to him at all! He thought about the dream, trying to pick out something that he might have missed, something that would give a clue as to the purpose of the dreams. He couldn’t think of any. He knew he would have to speak to Dumbledore about this.


*******~Voldemort’s Plans~

The Dark Lord was chuckling to himself for no apparent reason. Severus looked over to him and watched the slightly grotesque laughing fit he appeared to be having. The other Death Eaters all looked a bit confused as well.

“My Lord?” Bellatrix asked cautiously.

The Dark Lord looked at Bellatrix and smiled. Smiled. It was quite frightening, actually and Bellatrix didn’t quite no what to do. She seemed to decide on smiling slightly back.

“My plans are coming along quite nicely. Soon, Harry Potter will be out of the picture and we will be in power,” the Dark Lord hissed out, chuckling darkly.

Severus was shocked. He had not been aware of any “plans.” Bellatrix and the other Death Eaters smiled, thrilled at the news. Severus looked around at the smiling faces. They all seemed to be just as unaware of the Dark Lord’s ‘plans’ as he did. He was disappointed at how idiotic many of them had become. Most of the Dark Lord’s followers now would simply except statements like this from the Dark Lord without knowing what the plans were or even being allowed to be in on them. None of them were what they once were. Severus gritted his teeth together in anger. He was always ‘in’ on the plans. The Dark Lord apparently was keeping things from him now and this news was disappointing. He would have to contact Dumbledore.

The party continued with everyone slightly more energized than before.




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