Rape

Okay, this is not something I usually write. I had a nightmare where I was raped by a guy I love. I’m sorry in advance it scares the living shit out of you.

Draco and I had just been to a Death Eater meeting. He actually went and I was summoned there later. Voldemort fucking used the damned Imperius Curse on me and forced me to do something utterly bloody horrible.

“How could you Harry,” Draco yelled, tears still in his eyes. “Why the bloody hell did you do that to me?”

“I told you twice already,” I fumed. “I didn’t have a bloody fucking choice! It was either I rape you or get killed. Which one did you want me to choose?”

“I would’ve preferred that you had fucking died for me you bastard!”

“Well too bloody bad! I had NO FUCKING CHOICE!!”

Suddenly, I felt cold air hitting my warm skin. Oh fucking shit! I thought this is NOT good. Then I felt my body become constricted by ropes.

“D-draco, w-what are you doing?” I stuttered.

He didn’t answer me. That is NOT good, not at all. Whenever he gets like this, it’s usually before something really bad or painful happens.

“I want you to feel how I felt when you did THAT to me Harry James Potter-Malfoy.”

Oh shit, the middle name was used. He’s royally pissed off at me. Say something stupid idiot I thought.

“Draco, please don’t!” I pleaded. “I know the pain already. Don’t make me suffer it again.”

“Too fucking late Potter,” he said, sliding into my ring.

Flashback begin

Voldemort had called a Death Eater meeting. Draco had gone to said meeting. Sometime during the meeting, he called Draco out on his thoughts of me. Draco didn’t respond and blushed when Voldemort said if he loved me.

“Well, well young Malfoy,” Voldemort hissed. “Thinking about screwing Potter are we?”

Draco gulped, knowing he was caught.

“Yes sir,” he replied. “I was thinking about screwing him.”

“Summon him here,” Voldemort commanded. “A painful lesson obviously needs to be taught.”

When I arrived, I could tell that something was wrong. I simply had to look into Draco’s eyes to know.

“Imperio,” Voldemort said. “Strip yourself Potter.”

I noticed, through my Imperiused gaze, that Draco was stripped magically and then bound by ropes. What did Voldemort intend to do? I didn’t know at the time.

I soon found out when Voldemort said to me, “Go ahead Potter, ravage him, beat him, give the fucking traitor what he wants. Be the savage beast you really are.”

That told me one thing: Voldemort wanted me to rape Draco. My subconscious was telling me to fight, but I soon found I couldn’t. I couldn’t fight the Imperius Curse. Damn that was not good.

Then Voldemort said the one word to get me started, “Rape.”

I started off by kissing him deeply, making feel like he was worth something to me. I nipped the most sensitive part, just below his earlobe. I kept nipping and kissing my way down his body until I reached his dick. After giving it a couple of licks, I plunged two fingers into him and then added a third.

“Ahh. Fucking shit Harry!” Draco had screamed when I inserted my third finger.

Once he was prepared enough, I positioned myself at his entrance. After taking a breath, I impaled myself on him.


“Ahh. Son of a bloody fucking bitch Potter!” He had screamed.

Giving him a minute to adjust at the sudden intrusion, I began to thrust. In and out, slowly getting a rhythm. With this rhythm, I pumped his dick. I pumped him until I felt myself clench like a spring and clenched his dick. Then I came, screaming into the night, shortly followed by Draco.

Voldemort, who had watched the whole thing, Scourgified us and sent us home.

Flashback end

By now, Draco was forcing me to give him a blowjob. I really didn’t want to, but had no choice, since I was tied up. Then, he forced me onto my knees. I knew what was coming next. I felt his length penetrate my ring. He groaned and said something along the lines of “so fucking tight” and “what do think of this”. I really have no idea.

He started a rhythm and began thrusting roughly into me. I could feel him hitting my prostate with every thrust. It hurt like hell, but I was seeing stars. I began to shutter not long after and know that I’m coming close. Apparently Draco knows too since he grabs my own length and pumps it. Only a few pumps and I came all over his hands. He came after a minute and screamed, “OH GOD HARRY!!”

He collapsed on top of my already collapsed form. He was breathing heavily and sweating profusely. I knew that he was satisfied.

“I forgive you,” he said. “I love you Harry Potter-Malfoy.”

“Love you too Draco Malfoy-Potter.”

Ok, phew. I thought I’d never get through this story. Apparently, I really didn’t want to relive the nightmare, but…what can I say. A dream is a dream and should remain that way.

Reviews are appreciated!