Dark as Pitch

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Together the two men hoisted Draco up onto the examination table and held him on his hands and knees. He discovered that none of his muscles worked – he could not have supported himself except for a strong arm wrapped around his chest.

“You can see he has recessive traits,” observed the first man. “What with that light coloring, and the eyes."

“These purebloods are all inbred,” the second man agreed.

“He’s headed for a domestic role, with colors like that. Good for him. He’s only little, you know? Not like some of these hulking brutes, good for the tough labor.”

To his horror he realized there was drool trickling from his slack mouth. A hand clasped his chin and closed his mouth, holding it shut. It made it a little difficult to breathe.

“Did the buyer say what he wanted him for?”

“No, just asked for someone of his description – young, you know.”

“A pet, probably, then?”

“I dunno, mate, this guy was kind of off. Could’ve been for anything.”

Dazed and still half-asleep, Draco struggled to understand the conversation around him. He had never known muggles up close, and it wasn’t exactly as if he took Muggle Studies at Hogwarts.

"Well, best get started."

Whatever was covering his bottom half was pulled away, and Draco felt the breeze on his bare backside. “Here we go, I’m just going to take his temperature.” Draco tensed – what were they going to take from him?

He felt his legs being spread apart, and then something cold and hard was pressed between the cheeks of his buttocks. He tried to pull away but he was being held firmly in place, one man in front of him, one behind, as whatever it was slid slowly up inside him.

“Hold him steady, now,” said someone behind him, and the smaller muggle came to grab his shoulders. His legs were closed and held together. “The key here is to hold on to the instrument,” the big muggle pronounced. “You don't want to lose track of it, lest it move further up the digestive tract.”

Draco tried to squirm and was prevented. “Easy, there,” the man in front of him comforted casually.

“Of course, any orifice will do for taking the temperature, but the anus is usually the most dependable, as it is difficult to penetrate the ear without risking damage, and they do bite if you use the mouth. Just another moment here.”

They waited patiently.

“A few degrees high,” the big muggle announced. “To be expected, with the stress. We’ll keep an eye on him.” Draco could only moan and wriggle as the metal piece was extracted from his body with a Pop. He clenched his ass experimentally when it was out.

“We’ve got to check the sex organs specifically, if that’s what he’ll be used for.”

A hand reached between Draco’s legs and began to examine his dangling genitalia, carefully rolling his balls between two fingers, and then thoroughly examining the limp shaft. Draco endured it dully. “He appears to be quite a young specimen,” the man observed, releasing him. “I’m just going to check him out internally. Hold him now, this might be a little uncomfortable for him.”

Strong hands pulled the cheeks of his ass apart, and Draco moaned.

“There, now, that’s a pretty little thing, eh?” asked the big muggle peaceably.

Being held open was humiliating – having the muggles just observing, assessing. Draco might have tried to protest, but at the feeling of cool hands wrapping around his knees and spreading his legs farther apart, the only sound he could make was a whimper.

"Easy, now, little one, just relax your bottom," soothed the big man, stroking Draco’s backside with his big rough hand. Draco could feel the texture of the calloused palm against his skin. "Hold him, Jeff."

A hand turned Draco’s face into a sweaty shirt, almost smothering him in an armpit. Draco moaned and ended up with a mouthful of salt as what was identifiable as a gloved finger, thankfully well lubed, pressed up against his asshole. Draco had never been touched there before.

“Hum. He’s still very tight.”

“Aw, it’s a muscle. I’ll stretch, eh?"

Draco wailed and tried to wiggle away, but the little muggle was too quick, sharply slapping his unprotected thigh. "Stay still, now. Go on, Tom, quick."

The finger pressed gently forward, slowing as it penetrated his ass and began to feel around inside him. Draco grunted but, mindful of the muggle’s fast hand, did not struggle as he was breached. Oh, but it burned, and then his body seemed to accommodate.

“Just checking for any abnormalities in the rectum,” said the man conversationally, as the finger carefully probed Draco’s tight channel. “Feel free to talk to him, you know, calm him down.” And surprisingly, the second muggle did, speaking in a low tone close to Draco's ear.

“There now, shh, I know, you don’t like this. Just one finger, now – shh, ah, there we go, hmm?” The finger had gone as far as it could go and Draco stood quivering, his whole body tense and tight, his mind whirling in confusion. He could not close his legs, or pull away; he could only react to the probing finger as it rummaged around.

"Always the way of it," said the big muggle, satisfied. "He’s a good boy, you prepare him properly and he’ll swallow up all of your cock no matter how much you’ve got." The finger relented and withdrew. “Feels healthy,” the man pronounced. “Good color, good muscle tone back here in the haunches.”

“Good,” said other, as Draco's legs were guided closed. “That’ll do it, then."

“Like I said, good temperament,” the first man observed. “He’s going to make a good pet.” Consolingly, he patted Draco’s white thigh. “He didn’t fight half as much as the others.”

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