Evil House Elves

Note: Something a bit different. I dont know what I was thinking when it spewed from my brain. Anywho... here it is...

Evil House Elves


“Hello, Pet.”

“Hello, Master.”

“Would you like me to let you down Pet?”

“Yes please Master…”

***

Draco Malfoy moved forward into the bedroom and over to the wall his pet was hanging from. He had been there all day and Draco knew that his arms would be tired by now. Harry Potter whimpered as the shackled were magically unsealed and he toppled to the floor.

As soon as he felt he could, Harry quickly scrambled up and kneeled neatly at his Master’s feet. It had been a long day and Harry had been desperate for his Master to return ever since he had shut the bedroom door behind him this morning.

“Good Boy.” Draco stroked his pet’s messy black hair, soothing it down and wiping the few beads of sweat off his forehead. “I don’t understand why you are such a well behaved pet, devoted to me. I would have thought that it would take years to put you in your place but it has only been five months.”

Harry literally purred as he lent into his Masters affectionate hand.

“Do you love me, Pet?”

Harry smiled. “Oh yes, Master… very much.”

***

The rest of the night was spent in the luxurious lounge room of Draco’s apartment watching a movie on the muggle TV. Draco didn’t like to explain it too often but he had always been curious about the forbidden muggle word, so, after finishing school, he had chosen to move to this flashy residence in the middle of busy London. His father and Voldemort didn’t really care what he did, now that he was of age and a Death Eater, as long as he didn’t become all noble and began protesting that filthy muggles should not be killed. That was fine by Draco – the more muggles killed the better. It was really only the muggle styles and technology that he was fascinated with.

So that was where Draco Malfoy lived, at age 19, along with his beautiful pet that was bestowed on him when he had completed quite a difficult mission (capturing the Golden Boy in the first place), and three house elves that were there to do the cooking, cleaning and washing. Not that the lazy elves did much work around the place, but Draco was usually too focused on his Harry to worry much about the work the house elves were neglecting to do.

In the lounge room, Draco had made himself comfortable in his favorite spot in the couch. After only a moment of hesitation, Harry was allowed to curl up next to his Master using his man’s leg as a comfortable pillow. Harry had continued his good behavior by holding his wrists together in front of Draco so the blonde could conjure a soft cord to bind the wrists. Harry sighed contently when his Master showed his approval by playing with his hair.

Once the movie finished both men made their way back to the bedroom, Draco leading Harry by a collar and leash that remained permanently attached around his throat. They both climbed into bed and snuggled down into the soft, expensive covers. That night Draco chose to go straight to sleep; the people he worked with at the Ministry were a tiring bunch so they would save the sexual escapades for another time.

***

Draco woke up the next morning his most favorite way. His pet was being a very good boy and giving his Master a blow-job under the covers. When Harry realised that the blonde was awake, he stretched his bound arms up the length of the pail cream body so that Draco could take a hold of the bonds. Draco then snaked his other hand down to where his pet’s head was bobbing to grasp a handful of thick, untamable hair to hold onto as an anchor.

This was what Draco liked, so this is what he got.

It didn’t take long for Draco’s sleep-fuzzed brain to clear and pleasure came and pulsed through his body like a speeding bullet train. Sticky white seed sprayed down Harry’s throat which the dark-haired man greedily swallowed, loving the taste of his Master. Draco let out a groan of satisfaction before pulling his pet up out of the covers and kissing him deeply, and removing his bonds as a reward.

Master and pet went to the bathroom to have a shower and clean up after the mess they made under the covers. Harry spent the entire time on his knees, one hand hooked around his Master’s leg, as Draco washed his hair then his own.

Harry was content as he was led through the apartment by his leash after the wonderfully relaxing shower and over to the dining area where Draco sat for breakfast. Harry obediently positioned himself on the cushion next to the chair.

Draco’s breakfast consisted of fruit, toast and hash browns which he shared with Harry, giving the pet his own little portions on a small plate as the dark-haired man kneeled at the feet of his Master.

It was these times, when his Master was with him that Harry loved. He was terrified of the times he was left in the apartment alone, without the blonde man…


Eventually the time came when Draco had to leave for his job at the Ministry. A lot of Death Eaters had infiltrated the building and become officials, but their force was not yet strong enough to take on Dumbledore and the rest of the workers within the Ministry of Magic, so they opted to keep a sharp eye out and wait for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Before Draco left, he did what he did every morning and bound his pet. Every day it was different, but this time Draco found some velvet-lined shackles and restrained Harry on his stomach to the large bed. Harry always become unnaturally panicked and distressed whenever Draco did this, but he just assumed that Harry reacted like he did because he was being left alone in the apartment, bound and helpless.

This was only half true. Harry reacted like he did because he was left alone in the apartment, bound, helpless and at the mercy of some sadistic HOUSE ELVES!

But Harry could never tell his Master his fears due to the powerful combined magic the three creatures had used on him the first time Harry had been bound in a compromising position five months ago. And it was from the torture he had to endure from the little beasts that his love and devotion for Draco developed – the only one that could save Harry from the evil minds of the house elves.

Unfortunately this day was just like any other, and with a parting pat to Harry’s head, Draco left via the floo network to go to the Ministry. An eerie silence descended on the apartment. Harry shivered with fearful anticipation. The elves always knew exactly when their Master had left the apartment, and it never took them long to come out and haunt Harry wherever he had been left.

The three house elves, Proxy, Braxy and Spoor, did indeed come creeping into the main bedroom only moments later, chuckling and whisperingly menacingly to each other. Harry couldn’t help but twist his head around to the door to see the three nasty brown creatures scampering over to the bed where Harry lay.

“No! Please! Leave me alone!”

Harry’s distressed cries only made the elves laugh and hold their tea towel clad stomachs.

“Braxy is knowings that Master’s pets does not likes this times with us.”

“And Proxy is thinkings that we elves don’t cares any!”

The three house elves laughed again.

“Spoor thinks we house elfs is having too much funs playing and hurting with Master’s pets, so elves decides we wonts stop!”

Harry trembled with fright after hearing those three evil little squeaky voices. The elves advanced on the prone man.

“Why do you do this to me? What have I done wrong?” Harry sobbed out in an attempt to not only gain answers, but to also postpone the torment that would soon be inflicted.

“We’s don’t haves to answer you, pets,” Proxy scowled down at Harry, bending so the pointy nose almost touched him. “But we does this cause we’s know that yous is even lower than we house elfs. So Proxy, Braxy and Spoors is talking and decides to hurt a human whos is treated less than an elfs.”

Harry didn’t know what to say to that, hardly understanding it in the first place, but he guessed that these three sadistic elves had seen that he was being treated like a slave himself, so, as he held no power over them, they were taking their revenge against the whole human race out on him alone. Why was it that his Master had to own probably the only three elves in the wizarding world that hated their job?

“No more talks! Spoor says we play!”

The three elves cheered.

Tears trailed down Harry’s cheeks unchecked as the terrifying creatures began to conjure the toys they wanted to use on him. It wasn’t so much the pain that scared Harry but more the fact that the house elves also seemed to be horny little beasts that got off on hurting him in the first place and loved to humiliate and ridicule him along the way.

Harry struggled in his restraints when the scaly little hands grabbed at his skin, positioning his legs so they could strap a spread-bar just above his knees. Another elf, most likely Braxy, then magiked the leash that was still hanging from Harry’s collar to come to life and tie itself around the link that was positioned in the center of the bar. The leash was pulled so taught that Harry found himself unable to straighten his legs, leaving in the vulnerable position of having his ass stuck up in the air.

“Pets is looking goods like this…”

“Easies to hurts…”

“Easies to playing with…”

Proxy moved up to the top of the bed so he could come close to Harry’s face. He was still crying and trembling with fear

“We elfs don’t wants people hearing you being hurts. You is a good boy for Master, so pets is having to be a goods boy for we house elfs too.”

Proxy mockingly brushed the scruffy hair out of Harry’s eyes before clicking his bony fingers and levitated over a leather gag that stretched Harry’s mouth open painfully and blocked any cries, whimpers or screams that would soon be issued. Harry struggled again, trying in vain to release the obstruction to his mouth.

“Goods boy,” Spoor said and patted Harry’s ass.

Next the house elves found a long, thick butt-plug to put into their Master’s pet, at least twelve inches in length. Spoor insisted that he have the pleasure, so he took the tip, positioned it at Harry’s opening and pushed it in with one thrust; the magical strength of house elves behind the blow.

Harry’s scream was heard as a small muffled noise passing the gag.

The house elves laughed at Harry’s pain, whispering to themselves so the bound man couldn’t hear what they had planned. It was only moments before Harry discovered what they had been laughing about; all three of them had conjured up an elf-sized whip each and had taken a spot on Harry’s body to abuse. Proxy was near Harry’s ribs whipping the small of his back. Braxy had chosen to whip Harry’s calf muscles, alternating between the left and right as they were spread so far apart. And Spoor had positioned himself just next to Braxy and was putting all of his strength into whipping Harry’s ass.

Harry struggled and screamed and whimpered and whined. He bucked his body as best he could and twisted his shoulders in a pathetic attempt to rid himself of these torturous beasts. Nothing worked.

Neither elf, nor Harry, knew how long the beating went for. Harry’s skin had quickly turned red before the speed and pressure of the whips broke the skin and little trails of blood trickled down many places on Harry’s lower body. His struggles and protests had eased a while ago having exhausting himself, and now all he could muster was a soft whimper or a violent twitch when a particularly hard blow struck.

Getting tired the house elves vanished the whips into thin air; all three were ready for their favorite part when they played with Master’s pet.

Spoor climbed up Harry’s ass, pulling his tea towel up and resting his hard elf-sized prick in between the pet’s ass cheeks, Proxy climbed up onto Harry’s back and sitting on the back of the pet’s head, while Braxy moved around to place himself in front of Harry’s face, pushing his own little brown prick onto the man’s face.

All three elves rutted against the poor bound pet eagerly developing their own pace to stimulate their scaly little dicks and relishing the friction and heat they caused on Harry’s over heated and sensitised body. Harry could do nothing but sob quietly and let out a few groans of humiliation.

The dirty little creatures made sure they enjoyed every moment of their fun, sinking their sharp teeth into Harry’s flesh and drawing even more blood from the suffering pet.

Before too long the three house elves began to spasm in pleasure and spray their filthy seed all over Harry’s ass, back and face. Within only minutes they began to talk about what they were going to do with Harry next.

“Spoor is thinkings that tying up pets cock and balls will be lots of funs…”

“Ooo, that woulds be hurting pets lots and lots!”

“Barbwires is fun to be usings…”

***

Draco had had enough of the imbeciles he was forced to work with at the Ministry, so, against protocol, he decided to apparate home to have lunch with his pet. He couldn’t get over just how distressed the dark-haired man was when he left, so he was going home for an hour to relieve Harry from his shackled prison.

When the blonde man apparated into his bedroom of his apartment, he did a double-take at what he saw. His three house elves were surrounding Harry on the large bed. The one named Proxy was sitting on his pets back licking up rivers of blood that were trickling from his skin. Braxy was up near Harry’s head, holding two fistfuls of that beautiful scruffy black hair and was forcing his pet’s head into the pillows and effectively suffocating him before letting him up again to regain his breath. And worst of all was the evil house elf Spoor, who was twisting barbwire tightly around Harry’s genitals, imbedding the spikes into the tender flesh and making it bleed. Draco also didn’t fail to notice the gag, butt-plug and spread-bar that was attached to his pet.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?” Draco yelled causing the house elves and Harry to jump; none having heard the ‘pop’ he made when he had apparated into the bedroom.

The house elves didn’t wait around to face their Master’s anger so they disappeared from the bedroom. Draco didn’t care about that. They were bound to their Master and the apartment so they wouldn’t be able to get very far. For now he had to focus on his poor, abused pet.

Draco sat on the bed and put his hand on his pet who violently flinched and trembled in fear.

“It’s ok, pet. I’m going to take these things off you,” the blonde man said in a soft voice and waited for the other man to nod his head.

Draco first removed the gag as gently as possible, brushing back Harry’s messy hair with the other hand as he did so to sooth his pet. Next he moved down the bed and chose to magic away the barbaric wire, minimising the pain, and healing what he could on the way. And finally Draco removed the spread-bar and butt-plug manually, grimacing at the blood that he saw on Harry’s torn entrance.

The blonde man picked up his wand again and spelled away Harry’s restrains, gathering up his beaten pet as gently as he could. When Harry realised that he wasn’t going to be punished for what the three sadistic house elves had put him through he clung to his Master and sobbed into his chest.

The two sat on the bed in silence for a few moments until Draco decided it was time for Harry’s wounds to be healed. He did the best he could with the spells he had learnt from school, but he knew that Harry would have to seek some professional medical attention soon.

For now Draco wanted answers. He coaxed his pet to look at him.

“Harry I want you to tell me why those elves were doing that to you.” Draco’s voice was soft but the words were still set like a command.

Tears welled up in those huge green eyes. “I-I cant, Master. I’m very s-sorry.”

At first Draco thought that his pet was too embarrassed and ashamed to spill the secrets, but then he realised that it was house elves he was dealing with – magical creatures.

“That’s alright, Pet.” He kissed the top of Harry’s head then covered one of his pet’s ears with his hand and pushed the other onto his chest; he didn’t want to startle the other man after he yelled.

“PROXY! BRAXY! SPOOR! GET IN HERE NOW!!”

Three pops and three house elves cowered in front of their Master.

“Undo any and all magic you have placed on MY PET!”

All three elves clicked their fingers, causing sparks to fly towards Harry and disappeared again in fear of the blonde man.

“Ok, Pet. I want you to tell me now.”

Harry nodded his head, and following his Master’s order, told about everything the house elves had been doing to him and for how long.

Draco held his pet the whole time, anger boiling and swirling unseen inside him. How dare those creatures lay their scaly hands on his pet! Not one would live to see the light of another day…

“Good boy. You were very brave.”

Harry smiled slightly and snuggled back into Draco’s chest.

“Usually I’d have the elf magic heal you but I don’t want those sadistic creatures near you again. So to get you some proper medical attention, I’m going to magically change your features and you can come with me to St Mungos.”

“Oh. Ok Master.”

It was the first time, ever since his capture, that Harry had been allowed to venture outside. He was shy and nervous during the whole ordeal and clung to Draco’s hand constantly. The blonde had removed Harry’s collar and leash temporarily while they were outdoors, and he kept a good watch on his pet; he didn’t want any escape attempts to occur. Though none did.

Inside the hospital, Draco gave the attendants the story that Harry was his boyfriend who had been attacked by some rogue (and sexually frustrated) elves. Admittedly there were heaps of holes in his story, but none of the medi-witches questioned the young Malfoy’s words. Harry was healed of any internal rectal bleeding and resulting external wounds. After one final check over, Harry was released only a few hours after arriving.

When they made it back home to Draco’s apartment Harry stayed with his Master as the house elves were summoned again. Harry, still terrified of the three creatures, buried his head into Draco’s neck. Due to this, the pet didn’t see how afraid the house elves were of the blonde themselves, twisting the edge of their tea towels between their hands.

“Not that I need to explain myself to three inferior creatures, but Harry belongs to me and me alone! You disgusting beasts will be put down. I have no place for servants that disobey me.”

And without any other warning a ball of fire erupted from Draco’s wand and consumed all three house elves at once. When it eased after a few seconds there was nothing left but black ash.

***

Within the next few months the inevitable occurred – Voldemort won the war and took over the wizarding world. The Ministry finally operated how the Dark Lord intended with only Death Eaters and other people devoted to Voldemort being able to work there.

A lot of executions occurred and slaves became a common part of the wizarding community. Even the Dark Lord himself took on the particularly handsome Oliver Wood for his own fun and pleasure. And on the odd occasion Death Eaters had house elves torture their pets, just like Draco had unintentionally done, so that those same pets developed a twisted sort of love and devotion towards their Masters after being rescued from the elves.

As for Draco, he obviously had to hire some other house elves to contend with the menial tasks that had to be done around the apartment, but he ensured that Harry never saw them, ordering the small creatures to remain invisible around his pet.

Thankfully the new elves were sane and dedicated to their job, showing no interest whatsoever in hurting Harry.

And even as the world changed under the rule of Lord Voldemort, Harry always stayed loyal and devoted to Draco, his Master, declaring his love for him every day. Draco rewarded this behavior with kindness (though he still had his huge kink for tying up the other man), and was finally able to take him out in public now that the Dark Lord was ruler of the wizarding world. Harry very much enjoyed these times and he made sure Draco knew how much the outings meant to him.

And so life went on, as it somehow seems to do. And Draco made sure Harry never had to encounter a House Elf ever again.

The End