Pet

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Pet

The ebony haired boy sat down on the ground. The Dark Lord had won. He was now a slave, but the upside was that he was Draco Malfoy’s slave. His Master sat in a chair talking to Blaise. Harry was dressed in only brown leather shorts. His black boots went up to his mid-thighs; his sliver and black cuffs matched his collar. The silver snake with emerald eyes sat in the middle of collar. Draco laughed at Blaise’s joke. Harry felt jealousy in his breast.

“Master.” He pulled at Draco’ pants.

“Yes, Pet.” Draco said.

“I need to go to the restroom.” He said. Draco nodded and in clapped the chain from Harry’s collar. Harry nodded. He had wished that his Master would accompanied him. But he walked to way from the laughter. He was so distracted that he didn’t know anyone was there with him. He was thrown up against a door. Three death eaters, lead by Marcus Flint were his captors.

“Well, well, Malfoy‘s whore.” He held Harry’s wrists in one hand. He licked up Harry’s cheek. The man was a death eater, he was way above him, so he should not say a thing, but that was not going to stop him “I think Draco should share you.” He said turning the boy over.

“Please.” He begged, he was shaking.

“He talks.” Flint said, unzipping the pants. Harry’s shorts had a zipper in the back, mainly for Draco.

“No, MAS…” But he was silenced by Flint’s hand but Harry bit his hand. “Son of a bitch, you are going to pay…”

“May I ask what you are doing to my slave?” A voice asked coolly. Flint looked to see Draco.

“Master I tried…”

“Hush, Pet.” Draco said. He pushed Flint out of the way and grabbed Harry. He pulled the boy to him, zipping Harry’s pants up; he pulled his cape around Harry as Harry clung to Draco. “Away.” He said, simply. Draco took Harry to the bath room and closed the door. Harry was still shaking. “Do you still need to go?” He asked. Harry nodded, and turned taking his pants down and relived himself.

“Master I tried…” He started again, but Draco held up a hand.

“I know Pet. You don’t have to say anything. I know what he tried to do.” Harry pulled up his pants, flushed, and washed his hands.

“Master.” Harry went to his master, the man wore a black body suit and robe, and a long black cape. “What am I, to you?” He asked, look into Draco’s grey eyes. He was only aloud to do that when no one was round, mainly in their house. Draco curled a piece of Harry hair in is fingers.

“You are my lover, my secret keeper, in our home, and my slave to others. But you are always my pet.” He enfolded Harry into his arms.

“Am I your whore?” Harry always hated that word.

“No, my pet is what you are.” Harry hugged him. “Would you like to go back to the manor? I saw that you look like you wanted to kill Blaise.” Harry shook head fast.

“No Master I would not have.”

“I like your jealousy.” Draco purred. He rapped his cloak around Harry and apperated them home. Harry sighed.

“Master do we have to got to another one of those parties?” Draco sighed.

“I know.” He knew that all they wanted there was the one thing Draco would never give up. Harry stood there, not knowing if he could go. “Go change.” He said, Harry hated the shorts. Harry smiled and kissed his Master running to his room. Draco smiled and went into the sliver room. Severus’ picture hung on the wall.

“Tiring day?” The portrait Severus asked.

“Flint and his friends tried to rape Harry, at Blaise‘s own party.” He rubbed his temples.

“Did they?” Draco shook his head.

“I got to him before Flint could hurt him, but if I had not I would have that man‘s head on a sliver platter.”

“It would match this room, Master.” Harry said, cheekily, from the door way. He was now in a pair of thin pants, he had removed the boots in favor of going bare foot.

“Naughty Pet.” He smiled, but rubbed his head again. Harry quickly strode to his Master.

“Master, are you alright?” he asked kneeling.

“He needs a potion.” Severus said.

“Yes, Sir Severus.” He said, getting up and going to the cabinet.

“And some scotch, two glasses.” Harry nodded, grabbing the bottle along with the vial. He sat the things down on the coffee table, then he uncorked the vial giving it to his Master who drank it down. Then he sat at Draco’s feet and poured a little bit of scotch in a glass, handing it to him, his head bowed. Draco took it, taking a sip as Harry pour a bit for him. Harry gulped it down, cursing at the heat. He sat the glass down. Neither wizard saw Severus leave his portrait.

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Harry rushed around. Where was it? His Master had bought him a new collar, a pure silver one. And he was to where it today. But he couldn’t find it. He could have sworn that he laid it on his chair, but it wasn’t there. He didn’t want punishment, especially since he was going to see his friends. A darkening in his door was made he jump.

“Found it?” Draco asked.

“No Master.” He bowed his head. “I know I put it on the chair.” He said, throwing a some clothes over his shoulder.

“If you can not find it you will be punished, it was quite expensive.”

“Please, Master. I will find it.” But where was it? Harry looked under the chair, but nothing. He looked up at his Master.

“Harry, love I am sorry.” He got out the thick taming stick. Harry started to shake at it. “Shh, little one. Face the wall, with your arms out.” Harry stood there a seconded before he moved into place. Draco walked over, he pulled the light silk pants down. Harry started to cry. “Shh, my little one. It will be fine.” He stroked his pet. “Just think, I am nothing like Marcus, he likes to rape his pets in punishment.” Harry nodded. He tried to not clench is cheeks, be he could not stop. Draco ran a finger down them. He rested the stick against Harry, the cool metal didn’t make the future any brighter. Draco brought down the stick, hard on Harry’s ass. He was a bit shocked, Draco had not told him how many, a thing he usually did. Another strike followed and another, then…nothing. But still Harry was crying. “Hush, Pet. I am done.” Draco knelt down as kissed the red marks forming.

“Master.” Harry was getting aroused. His Master’s kiss and licked were too much. But Draco stood up.

“After the park, then. I have a whole night planned for you. To pamper, my little Pet.” Harry turned and saw the sack.

“Damn it.” he said, picking it up, inside was the silver collar. Draco stroked the tear stained cheek.

“Next time you need to be punished, I will look over it.” He kissed his Pet, before putting the collar on.

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The party in the park didn’t go too well. Fred and George, Blaise’s pets, were acting up, like their old selves. So Blaise had to punish them, but Harry got in the way, he didn’t want his friends to be punished.

“Harry.” Draco yelled at Harry as he threw Blaise to the ground. Harry knew his mistake the moment he grabbed the other death eater. Harry looked up at his Master, he had never seen his Master so shocked.

“Master.” He breathed. He saw everyone looking at him. “Oh shit.” He breathed.

“I want him whipped.” Blaise yelled, getting up and grabbing Harry, but he quickly let go when Draco, grabbed his wrist, nearly crushing it.

“You touch my pet and I will have you head.” Draco’ growled at the black death eater.

“You stick up for this slut.” Blaise said, shaking him off. “I want him whipped until he can not stand.” Draco looked over at Harry. Harry was shaking. He knew his Master could not just slap him on the wrist.

“Harry, pants down.” He said quietly.

“Even better.” Blaise said, taking it the wrong way

“I am caning him.” Draco said. He walked over, he helped Harry to a wall. “Pet I have to.” He whispered in Harry ear.

“You promised.” Harry whispered in his sobbing. “You said…”

“Shh, love. I will make it up.” He removed the cane from his belt. “20 strikes with a taming cane.” He said. Harry sobbed. He pulled his arm back, bringing it down. The first five strikes came quickly.

“Wait a few seconds.” The Dark Lord said. Draco bit back from arguing. After the fist fifteen Harry’s knees gave out falling to the ground.

“Harry.” He picked Harry up. “Can I take him home.”

“No I want five more.” Blaise yelled, but Voldemort waved. Draco apperated them to their home.

“Harry. I am so sorry.” He said as he laid Harry on the bed. He stripped Harry off his clothes. He grabbed the healing balm from the side drawer. “Love. I am so sorry.”

“You lied. You said…”

“Shh, I promised I know, but I had to. He was there.” He rubbed the balm on. He rubbed little circles on his skin. “I will never punish you again. I will get rid of every thing of punishment. But I must keep the taming stick.” He smiled. “You can punish me. With what ever you want. I would care, but you can not give me more than 20 strikes.”

“No, Master. I will just bring it up all the time. Make you feel bad.” Draco leaned down to Harry’s face.

“My cheeky little brat. You know it will forever hurt me.” He kissed Harry’s cheek. Harry smiled.

“I love you.” Harry said. Draco got out the oil.

“I promised a night of pleasure, to spoil you rotten.” He squirted some on his hands, warming it. He splay his hands out on Harry’s back. He rubbed in on, kneading the flesh. He kissed the back of his neck. “My little Pet. My precious Pet.” He kissed the small of his back, licking a path down the spine. Harry sighed.

“My Master, mine and only mine.”

“No one else’s.” He skipped the butt and went to the feet. Harry giggled and tried to pick his feet up.

“You know I am ticklish.” He said.

“But you sound so cute.” He said, tickling Harry’s feet. Harry giggled and turned over. He winced as he turned over. Draco put his hands on ether side of his head. He bent his head down and kissed Harry on he lips. A slow kiss, a very sensual kiss. “Perfect.” He whispered. “I love you spread out like that.”

“Master, I thought of a way to punish you.” Harry said, trailing his fingers up Draco’s arm. Draco raised his brows.

“Have you? Will I hate it?”

“Maybe…” Harry said, smiling.

“Very well. What must I do?” Draco asked, leaning up. Harry sat up, wincing a bit.

“Set at the head of the bed.” Draco nodded and slid to the head of the bed. Harry got out the other oil and sat it on the bed. He then went up on his hunches, trailing a hand down his chest, tweaking his nipples, that made both men gasp. Draco liked his punishment, he didn’t mind watching Harry pleasuring himself, but he didn’t guess what was next.

Harry tailed a hand down to his hard prick, teasing the slit, making his Master moan. Harry smiled as the dipped his fingers into the oil, then back around him. His Master could see as one finger went in. Draco started for Harry, but his Pet shook his head, as he added another.

Draco could have easily ended this, but his Pet deserved a little revenge. But he hated it, he had always loved preparing Harry. How the boy would clench around his fingers, as he fuck him. Heaven. But Harry was taking that away. The feet and ankles created a frame where Harry was fucking himself with is own hand, the third finger was inserted. Harry gasped as the his fingers hit his prostate.

“Oh Godssss.” He hissed. He was so ready for the punishment to end, and have his Master cock up inside him. Harry looked at his Master to see Draco slowly pleasuring himself. Harry always hated that, because he could do a better job. Harry laid down, letting his fingers slip from him. “Master, please! Fuck me.” He whined. Draco nodded and with drew from the pants and shirt and went to his pet. He grabbed the oil and slicked himself up, then sat it down on the table. Harry was flushed and quivering with need, the need to be filled. Draco slid his hands up Harry thighs to his hips. Harry was like silk, soft and beautiful. Draco pushed Harry’s legs up as he sank into the tight heat.

They both sighed with relief. Finally Draco was buried where he belonged.

“So, good, love.” He said, as he pulled almost out, then in hard, faster. Harry screamed in pleasure and pain. His master was much bigger than his three fingers. “So tight and hot.” Draco said as he repeated the motion. Over and over and over again he bounded into his Pet. Owning in, claiming him, all over again with each thrust. Harry was in pure heaven. The feel of his Master, grunting and moaning as he fucked him. Hard as first, and fast. Each thrust was followed by another fast, hard thrush, but towards the end it was slower and longer, with the two kissing, touching, just wanting to be near each other.

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After they both had come, Draco took them to the bathroom where he bathed Harry, and himself. Then back to there room, where Harry fell right to sleep. Draco didn’t fall right to sleep, as tired and sated as he was, he was just not sleepy. He sat there watching his Pet sleep. Harry was still wearing the collar that he had been punished over this morning.

As Harry turned over, Draco saw the welts and red marks. The healing crème could only do so much. Draco traced a couple of the red welts. His heart filled with pain and heart ache. He rapped his arms around Harry, his Harry. To love and protected, just like a husband.