Honor Thy Father

Chapter 1

 

Draco should have been used to it by
now. He longed to be devoid of emotion, but with each thrust, each lash, each
cutting remark, the wounds within his soul bled fresh like his skin. You’re
supposed to love and honor your father. But Draco hated him with a passion far
greater than anything or anyone he had ever loathed.

 

It was the
last day before his seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Draco was sitting in his spacious chambers at Malfoy Manor in a high-backed
leather chair, watching the amber flames in the fireplace. He then felt a hand
firmly grasp his shoulder.

 

“Draco,”
said the soft, yet cold voice of Lucius Malfoy, who gave his son’s face a
stroke with his hand.

 

“Lucius,”
Draco replied coldly, grasping his father’s hands and ripping them away from
his face and shoulder. Draco refused to call the wretched man father.

 

Lucius grabbed
hold of the boy’s long platinum hair and hissed in his ear,” that isn’t any way
to honor thy father. I think you owe me an apology.” He then threw Draco out of
the chair by his hair and onto the cold, hard floor. Draco quivered in hatred
and fear. Lucius hit him on the back viciously, several times, with the cane he
always carried with him.

 

“Bend
over,” he whispered menacingly.



“Never,
you sick excuse for a father,” said Draco shakily, yet defiantly.

 

“Dear boy, don’t you realize that your
resistance is fucking useless?” Lucius sighed,” I just hate to use
this-CRUCIO!” Draco screamed in pain, lying on the floor, doubled over.

 

“Now, do as
I say, boy,” Lucius hissed, nipping Draco’s His His erection grew as he
watched his son’s pain. Crying sily, Dy, Draco bent over his bed, tears
streaming down his face.

 

“That’s
more like it,” Lucius purred, reaching around his son’s waist to unbuckle his
belt and unzip and remove his pants and boxers. Lucius rubbed his concealed
arousal against Draco’s ass, making him shudder in disgust.

“You like
that, don’t you, you filthy bitch?” whispered Lucius, removing his own

pants and boxers. Draco just cried even harder.

 

Lucius
laughed evilly, and rammed his unlubed cock inside Draco’s hole. Draco cried
out in pain, begging his father to stop. Lucius clenched Draco’s hair and back
tightly, and his nails dug deeper into his skin with each thrust. Lucius thrust
harder and harder until he came, warm semen filled Draco’s anus, and Lucius
wiped some on the bleeding scratch marks on Draco’s back, making it sting even
more. He threw Draco to the floor, got dressed, and walked out, kicking his
son’s injured body on the way out.

 

Draco lay
on the floor sobbing. He ached all over, and his scalp, back, and anus were
bleeding. Draco lay there until he cried himself to sleep….

 

 

A/N: Yes, I’m a twisted freak. Don’t worry, Draco will get
revenge ;).