Boys and Toys

A/N: This fic was part of the Roughside HP Slavefic Fuh-Q-Fest
(http://groups.yahoo.com/group/roughside/ )

The voice of his master penetrated the blur he was living in mostly
nowadays. What had he been saying? He frowned in futile
concentration. If he could not answer… there it was, a harsh tug on
his throat. He clawed at the bejeweled collar, desperate to get some
air into his lungs. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, so sorry…"he squeaked. The
tugging diminished. He crawled closer to his master, bowed his head,
kissed the leather boot. "Forgive me, I was not paying attention,
please master, I'll be more …"The foot kicked him in the face, he
fell back with his mouth on fire. Damn. Lips torn, and another broken
tooth. He licked the blood staining his lips away, crawled back
again. He uttered the formula required from one in his
position. "Thank you master, I needed that." He again kissed the boot.

"Pay attention, ssslave. I assssked you how long it wassss until your
birthday." Mutely, he looked up to his master's deep red eyes. He had
no idea; time had been an empty concept for him for a long time now.
Days stretched out indefinitely, hours passed in a moment, weeks
disappeared. "I do not know master, I'm sorry. I do not longer count
the days, all are spent at your service."

Another tug at his collar, gentler this time. He willingly followed
the lead as his master dragged him closer. His head came to rest on
His knees, His long fingers stroke through his hair. He closed his
eyes, if the master was happy, so was he. "It'sss all right, pet.
It'sss not ssso important to have the exact date. I wasss thinking of
giving you a pressssent, and your birthday would be a good day to do
ssso." He blinked. Now there was something new, he thought fuzzily. A
present from Voldemort. He hurried to thank Him profusely, saying he
did not deserve it, but if it were his master's wish, he would be
overjoyed to receive anything He had to give him. His master's hand
stopped stroking him, gripping him painfully by the hair, dragged him
closer to his face, hissed "Ssshow me your gratitude, pet" and let
his head fall down again.

He hurried under His robe, kissed his way up a hairless leg. As he
reached the too smooth crotch, he opened his mouth to take the too
long, too thin cock in. He carefully started to lick and suck, making
sure the jagged edge of his broken tooth did not touch His skin. He
smiled as he remembered how it had him thinking of swallowing a snake
the first times. It still did. As he started to deep throat him, the
butt plug he had in him stirred to life. It started with a faint
vibration, and soon developed into a full-fledged, maddening pounding
into his prostate. Moaning he redoubled his efforts, it was great to
be so appreciated. Voldemort thrusted wildly upwards, his orgasm very
near now. He swallowed around His cock, again and again, until he
felt the hot come slide down his throat. The pounding inside him
continued. Would He let him have his orgasm this time? Letting go of
the spent organ, he concentrated on his own pleasure, only to be
dragged back up again. He followed the lead, waited what His demands
would be.

He nearly wept with gratitude as he was manhandled to lie flat out on
His lap, erection pointing upwards. "I want to ssssee you come, pet…
hurry." He hurried. He grabbed his erection, jerked it in the same
harsh rhythm his prostate was being battered. He whimpered his thanks
to the generosity of his master and came all over his own body and
his master's black clothed chest. "You made a messss, pet, better
clean it up" his master ordered him. He wiped the come of his own
naked body, licked his hands clean, and then licked the white drops
up from his master's robes. He happily sank back to his usual place,
left of His throne, kneeling just beside His feet.

He sank back into his own mind, the outside world going blurred once
again, but before he could go too deep, His voice again: "Are you not
curiousss what your presssent isss my pet?" He froze. This was a
difficult question. If he said yes, he might be punished for being
greedy; if he said no, he might be for being ungrateful. Taking a
safe course he shrugged, saying whatever his master would give him;
he trusted it would be beautiful. "Would you not like to have a toy
of your own, my preciousss pet? A toy to do with as you wisssh? Who
would do all you ssssay?" His eyes bulged. Voldemort truly was a
generous master, to think he was worth such a gift. He nodded first,
eager, thrilled by the thought. Moments later, he shook his head,
realising that his agreement might lead his master to think he was
not satisfied by him. He shrank back, fearing new punishment. "It
isss well, pet. I am not angry with you. I know you value your duty
to me above all elssssse. I trussst your toy to come sssecond to my
wissshesss alwayssss". Words stumbled from his mouth, assuring his
master that yes; his master was everything, yes, yes, to His pleasure
above all, yes, yes, yes to everything. He was not worthy of such a gift,
but it would be as his master desired.

In a daze, he heard his master send one of his masked followers to
fetch the new prisoner. He spent the time waiting for his present, by
adoring his master. His eyes were still fixed on the reptilian face,
so he didn't see the face of the prisoner before he was thrown face
down before the throne. He looked bemused at him, a young man, a bit
too thin, not very tall, black haired. For some reason, unknown to
himself, his heart went cold inside him.

It was all he could do to keep his wails of despair inside him, as he
watched in Harry Potter's green eyes and remembered he had had a life
before being Voldemort's toy, that he once had been called Ronald
Weasley, Harry's best friend, that he had known the one before him as
his other half, that love once had been gentle kisses and sweet
caresses, and that none of that mattered now.

As his master's voice slithered into his shattering mind, "Now a good
pet like yourssself sssurely will want to ssshare sssuch a niccce
toy, won't you pet ?" he nodded; and at Harry's horror, his long lost
lover laughed, and could not stop laughing.