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Title: Malfoy's Never Come Early a.k.a. If Equus was written by a Harry/Draco
fan...

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: NC-17

Summary: How exactly did Harry find himself tied naked to a pole in a
stable at Malfoy Manor?

Genre: Romance/humour/hot sex ^_^

Prompt: from harrysexmagick:
"Malfoy Manor, a stable, roleplay, Dom!Draco/Sub!Harry"

Warnings: Un-betad but checked thoroughly, anal, deepthroat, sexual use of riding whips, Master/Servant type
dominance.

Feedback:...is
the ultimate love.

Word Count: Around 3,800.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter all belongs to JK Rowling.

Malfoy’s
Never Come Early a.k.a If Equus was written by a Harry/Draco fan…

Harry
was naked.

The
more he thought about it, the more he wondered how he let himself get into this
situation, especially as Lucius would be coming into the stables to do his and
Draco’s weekly summer ride together in the country today.

Harry
was kneeling, none too comfortably, on the straw laden floor of the stable
barn. His hands were tied behind his back around a wooden support beam just in
front of the stable doors, forcing him to kneel upright. The only other
occupants of the barn were two horses, one white, one grey, standing in their
stables behind him, the wooden half doors keeping them inside as they stood and
chewed on their hay, tails swishing in the summer heat.

The
barn doors were wide open right in front of Harry, letting the sun filter in
through the trees, dancing patterns across the floor and Harry’s skin. This
also meant that Harry and all his nakedness would be as plain as day to anyone
who happened to walk past the barn door. Luckily being at Malfoy Manor in their private grounds that didn’t
seem too likely.

Hopefully.

Harry
thought back to how he came to be here and sighed, both from his own idiocy and
in the remembrance of the seriously brilliant orgasm Draco had given him this
morning, which was the reason of why he was currently in this situation.

Every
summer Narcissa Malfoy would invite her son and Harry to stay at the Manor for
a week or two, not liking to loose contact with her son since he and Harry were
married and moved in together down in Cornwall
three years ago. The first summer they were there, Harry found Draco had
disappeared one Saturday afternoon, and in asking Narcissa if she knew where he
was, was told he and Lucius had gone horse riding at 4 o’clock, something they
used to do a lot when Draco was younger, and as he was back in the Manor for a
while Lucius wanted to start it up again. Narcissa had apologised for neither
Lucius or Draco not telling him what they were doing, but as Lucius, unlike his
wife, never did find his likeness for Harry even after he married Draco, had
most likely told Draco he had let Harry know what they were doing, when in fact
hadn’t given it a seconds thought or care.

When
Draco returned, swore about his father for lying to him, then also apologised
to Harry and asked if he wanted to come with them next time, Harry declined,
saying he’d never been on a horse and had no intention of doing so. Besides, he
didn’t want to intrude on Draco’s father and son time, although honestly he
just simply didn’t want to be glared at by Lucius the entire time either,
though he didn’t tell Draco that.

And
so when Draco went for his ride, Harry occupied himself in the Manor, usually
ending up talking with Narcissa with tea and biscuits on the patio. This was
quite a normal procedure for the next year, and the year after that, but as
Draco never rode a horse except when they were at the Manor, it had occurred to
Harry for the first time in three years only this morning, that he’d never seen
Draco in his riding gear.

He
had mentioned this little fact to Draco at the worse possible time, the worst
possible time being as Harry padded out of the adjoined bathroom into their
large bedroom, wrapped in nothing but a fluffy peach towel ruffling his wet
hair, when he was literally attacked by Draco, the towel ripped from his waist,
and was thrown down on the bed on his back with lubricated fingers stretching
his arse before he could even finish his train of thought!

Harry
had given Draco the perfect opportunity to yet again get what he wanted. By
telling him he’d never seen him in his riding gear and would like to, Draco had
the bait to pull Harry in by refusing to dress as such until Harry did what he
wanted, until Harry agreed he’d do anything Draco said, until Harry was
screaming he’d let himself be tied naked to a horse and be paraded through
Hogwarts grounds if Draco would just let him cum!!

The
trademark smirk that slowly grew on Draco’s lips as Harry came down from his
high and realised exactly what he’d just agreed to do, was always both a worry, and a turn on for Harry.

Draco
wasn’t quite as spiteful as to humiliate Harry as much as sending him
off naked to Hogwarts, but it seemed he certainly had something similar, hence
why Harry was currently naked as the day he was born, tied to a post in the
Malfoy stables.

There
was an old clock nailed to a wooden beam to his right, and Harry could see he’d
been here for 20 minutes. His knees were aching, his arms were aching, in fact
the only part of him that wasn’t complaining was his cock, which stood proud
for all the world to see, Draco’s departing words
still imprinted on it:

“Stay
here,” Draco purred, reaching round Harry and giving the ties around his
wrist’s a firm but gently pull, making sure they weren’t going to come un-done,
“and I’ll go and get changed. And then,” he whispered, his voice deeper as he
licked around Harry’s left ear, making him shudder at the touch despite the
warm air around them, “I’m going to come back, and you’re going to be my
obedient little stable boy.”

With
a painfully quick stroke of one finger up Harry’s semi-erect cock, causing him
to gasp loudly in surprise and squirm towards Draco, Draco stood up, smiled
possessively at his naked captive, and headed out the door, leaving them wide
open.

Harry
shifted his knees to try and get more comfortable, his cock desperately needing
to be touched but in no way for Harry to do so. His glance at the clock also
told him that if Draco didn’t get back soon, Lucius would come striding through
the door. He didn’t know what Draco had planned, but it had just turned 3pm, an hour before Lucius would
walk in here to ready the horses for their ride.

“Ah-hem.”

But
that worried thought soon completely vanished from his mind as Harry looked up
to see Draco, leaning against the side of the barn door, smirking at Harry, and
gently tapping a black and white riding whip on the palm of his hand.

He
wore a high neck white shirt underneath a deep dark navy blue dressage
tailcoat, which had two rows of large gold fastenings at the front. His cream
white jodhpurs left nothing to the imagination, and clung to his long slim legs
as if they were a second skin. To complete the outfit, he wore a pair of knee
high black leather riding boots, with another set of gold fastenings down the
outer side of each boot.

Harry
gaped, forgetting how to breathe as he stared at his unbelievably sexy husband,
his cock seeming to reach out to him of its own accord. His throat went dry,
and he swallowed audibly,

“Dra-“

“Well
well well,” Draco
interrupted, looking at his own hand that he was tapping with the whip, “what
have we here? It would appear the stable boy has been a very naughty
boy, wouldn’t you say?” he asked, his eyes drifting upwards to Harry, whose throat
had gone completely dry again.

“Tell
me,” Draco continued, as he stepped away from leaning against the door frame
and slowly walked towards Harry, “what has this naughty stable boy done for his
Master to leave him all tied up like this?”

Draco
stood directly in front of Harry, Harry’s face inches away from the prominent
bulge of Draco’s cock trying to escape its tight confines. Harry had barely
heard a word of what Draco had said, he still couldn’t breathe properly at what
was happening, at how gorgeous Draco looked, and at how much he wanted
that bulge to be rammed inside him.

“I
asked you a question.” Draco said harshly, and Harry jumped when he found the
riding whip being pushed upwards firmly underneath his throat, forcing him to
look up at Draco’s silver eyes.

Harry
forced himself to remember what Draco had said, though it didn’t come out quite
as planned, “I, err…I, I-I don’t know what I did.”

“Don’t
know what I did Master.” Draco emphasised,
pushing the whip up further making Harry lean his head right back against the
pole.

“I
don’t know what I did Master.” Harry repeated obediently, his heart racing
madly at such an erotic scene.

Draco
smiled eerily calm like and squatted down in front of him, before leaning
forward and capturing Harry’s lips in a very gentle kiss, passing his wet
tongue over Harry’s dry lips as Harry, having done nothing but knelt there for
20 minutes in a state of semi arousal, moaned even at that slight touch and
tried to lean forward towards him. Draco however leant back away from him as if
Harry hadn’t moved at all.

“What
you’ve done, stable boy, is prove to your Master that you have no patience, no
will power at all.” And at that remark, grabbed Harry’s cock and pumped it hard
and fast but only twice, before letting go and letting the desperate moan that
fell from Harry’s lips linger in his memory.

“God
Draco please!” Harry pleaded, twisting his hands in a
hopeless attempt to rid himself of his bindings.

A
short sharp smack with the whip to the side of Harry’s arse made Harry gasp in
both pleasure and pain and his cock twitch even further upwards towards Draco.

“Did
I say you could speak?” Draco purred, and Harry shook his head quickly, afraid
if he spoke it would come out as nothing more than a squeak.

“I
think you need to be punished for this lack of will.” Draco continued, standing
up and stepping over to a large rectangular tight bundle of hay at the side of
the barn, kicking it over next to Harry.

Harry
watched him with darkened eyes, breathless and so turned on he thought he may
just cum from Draco talking to him like this. When Draco had finished arranging
the hay bundle, he walked back in front of Harry, and without a word, took down
the zip on his jodhpurs and let his own needy cock spring forth right in front
of Harry’s face.

As
if he was being controlled by another being Harry automatically tried to lean
forward to take that delicious looking item into his mouth, but impressed with
Draco’s own will, Draco drew back quickly before his
lips could touch it. Draco smirked down at Harry, the want in his eyes so
obvious he might as well have been holding a sign over his head saying, ‘FUCK
ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!!’

“You
want this?” Draco asked, gesturing to his own standing
cock, amusement in his eyes as Harry squirmed forward trying to reach it.

“Well, first things first. You are to call me nothing but
Master, understand?”

Harry
nodded vigorously.

“You’re
going to suck me,” Draco started matter-of-factly, “but you’re not going
to make me cum. You’re going to stop, and then I’m going to untie you. You are
not allowed to touch yourself, or me, unless I say so. You’re going to lay down
on your front on that hay there, and I’m going to fuck you, hard, and fast,
and I’m going to make you cum, understand?”

Harry
was practically drooling, his eyes never leaving Draco’s cock as it stood
before him.

“And
then when you’ve cum, you’re going to turn over, and you’re going to deep
throat me, and that’s when you’re going to make me cum, all down your throat,
and you’re going to lap it up aren’t you?”

Harry
licked his lips at the very thought and nodded vigorously again.

Draco
smiled, satisfied, “Good.”

And
with that, stepped forward and let Harry’s hungry lips close around the tip of
his cock. If Harry was supposed to do exactly as Draco said, then
Draco didn’t mention anything about deep throating
him right now, a skill Harry had perfected and always made Draco loose control,
so Harry did as he was told. He sucked the tip, massaging it with his tongue,
swirling it around the head and fitting as much of it into his mouth as he was
apparently allowed. He could feel Draco’s fingers in his hair as he pulled back
and angled his head lower, licking right from the base right to the tip, giving
it sloppy wet kisses and long hard licks, before taking it whole once again,
Draco’s hand on his head guiding him, pleased despite Draco’s overpowering
dominance over him of Draco’s moan somewhere above him.

But
his own need for Draco was getting desperate, he needed to be fucked, needed to
be untied and fucked till all this pent up lust burst forth from him and he
could feel normal again. Even kneeling on the floor no longer hurt, other parts
of his body were far more needy now then the complaints of a hard floor.

He
sucked harder, trying to get Draco to whatever point in his mind he had so he’d
untie him. Spittle dribbled down his chin, unable to wipe it away, but he
continued to lavish on Draco’s cock like it was the most delicious ice cream he’d
ever had.

He
suddenly felt Draco’s hand in his hair tighten involuntary.

“Stop.” Came the command, and Harry pulled away, licking at
his lips as Draco stepped back. “Very good.” Draco
smiled; his cheeks slightly more pink then they were earlier.

“Are
you going to untie me now Master?” Harry asked, in the most
soppy obedient voice he could manage, looking up at Draco through his
long eyelashes.

Draco
seemed to falter slightly at what Harry knew to be an adorable look on his face
(Draco had said so before), but it passed quickly, and Draco headed round
behind Harry and the pole, bending down to untie his hands.

“Remember
stable boy, you are not to touch yourself. Lay on your front on the hay.” Draco
ordered, and as soon as Harry felt the ties loosen, did exactly that.
Stretching only momentarily to make sure his legs and arms still worked, Harry
got up and now knelt forward across the hay square, ignoring his complaining
knees, and making sure not to touch himself. He wanted
to give no reason to Draco to stall this promised fuck.

He
watched from over his shoulder as Draco stood behind him, lathering his cock
with lube (where had he been hiding that?), the
riding whip hanging from a loop around his wrist. Harry groaned quietly at the
thought of what Draco may do with that whip, and with one last lustful look at
Draco’s knee high leather boots and slender legs, turned his head and rested
his chin on his arm as he knelt there on the hay and waited, legs wide and arse
eager.

Unfortunately
he had the lovely view of the white horses arse, but the grey one in the stable
to the right had its head over its stable door, and seemed to be eyeing Harry
as it chewed slowly on the hay in its mouth.

“Master,”
Harry said quietly, wanting to keep Draco as pleased as possible and not ruin
the moment, “What if your father comes here early?” The horses were a very good
reminder that Lucius could walk in here at any moment. He couldn’t see the
clock now.

“Oh
you should know by now my little stable boy,” came
Draco’s voice behind him, and Harry felt the tip of the riding whip touch the
back of his neck, before it was slowly run down his spine, “Malfoy’s never
come early.”

And
just as Harry felt the tip of Draco’s cock by his entrance, Draco plunged
forward, burying himself right to the hilt as Harry cried out in shock and pain
and pleasure all combined into one. The sting of being unprepared flittered
between teeth clenching pain and gasping pleasure, as it always did if Draco
took him like this.

The
white horse in front of them neighed loudly, shocked by the sudden noise, and
turned around grumpily in its stable to see what had disturbed it. Harry now
had two curious looking horses staring at him, but he had no time to feel
embarrassed by an audience, Draco didn’t give him time for that as he pulled
out quickly and plunged back in again, Harry crying out once more.

Draco
held on tightly to Harry’s hips as he continued to bury himself in his tight
heat, sinking inside over and over again, quickening his pace, Harry reduced to
nothing but loud moans and pants, his own cock bobbing as his whole body was
pushed back and forth with Draco’s rhythm.

The
grey horse that had been watching them, apparently now bored with the show,
swallowed the hay it was chewing and turned around in its stable. The white
horse however didn’t seem to be able to take its eyes away, and just stood
there, staring at Harry.

Harry
was beginning to feel like he’d been aroused and erect for hours. Draco still
hadn’t given him permission to touch himself, but when Draco suddenly thrust
forward extra hard straight onto that certain little bundle of nerves, the
words tumbled from Harry’s mouth before he could stop them

“Oh
God Draco touch me!” he gasped, clinging to the string wrapped around the hay,
the white horse tapping a hoof on the stone floor almost as if it was agreeing.

But
Draco’s only answer was to continue to fuck him, fast and deep, now so hard
that the bundle of hay Harry was lying on was starting to shift forwards with
every thrust towards the horse, Harry panting and moaning, eyes tightly shut
and groans becoming desperate.

“I
thought I told you to call me Master!” Draco
demanded, every emphasized word being an extra hard plunge forward, Harry crying
out every time as Draco hit that spot inside him, causing his entire body to
shiver with pleasure.

“Please!”
was the only word Harry could muster, his voice higher and desperately urgent,
trying to cling on to the hay that was still shifting forward inch by inch, “Oh
God!”

Harry
was sure he’d explode if Draco didn’t touch him, but his eyes shot open when he
suddenly felt the riding whip slid over his cock, followed by an extremely
welcome hand which began to pump it in time with the thrusts.

Harry
felt so relieved to finally have Draco’s hand where he needed it. He pushed
back with every thrust, Draco plunging in and out of him, the pressure building
dangerously inside him, his head thrashing from side to side with the
overwhelming pleasure that was soaring through his body.

Harry
barely heard through his cloud of lust Draco’s words of, “You’re going to cum
right now.” Before he felt the riding whip come down swift and hard on his
right thigh, and Harry screamed, his hands ripping clumps of hay away from the
bundle and cumming forcefully over the hay and floor,
spurting over and over again in one of the most intense orgasms of his life.

He
barely had time to catch his breath before he felt Draco’s hands turning him
over and sitting him up on the hay. He looked up, a sated smile on his face as
Draco stood, wide legged, holding his hard cock out to Harry’s mouth,

“Deep throat.”

Harry
all too welcomed his favourite eating dish, and took Draco’s cock around his
lips, raising his arms and grabbing on to Draco’s arse underneath the tailcoat
and pushing his hips forward harshly, taking his cock all the way to the end,
the blond curls of hair tickling Harry’s nose.

Draco
moaned deeply, feeling the smoothness around his cock as Harry began to make
quick work of any resolve Draco had left. Bobbing his head back and forth
rapidly, feeling Draco’s hot cock at the back of his throat, Harry squeezed
Draco’s arse cheeks just as Draco entwined his hand in Harry’s hair again,
watching as his cock disappeared into that wet recess.

It
only took a few more deep sucks before Draco’s hand tightened in Harry’s hair,
a deep groan rumbled from his chest and he threw his head back and…

“DRACO?!”

…yelped
in shock, pulled out of Harry’s mouth and cam hard all over his husbands face, unable
to stop the force of his own orgasm as in a state of ecstasy and horror, looked
at his father out the corner of his eyes who stood by the open barn door,
adorned in full matching riding gear, and the expression of a dumbfounded fish
on his face.

Harry,
who barely had time to see Lucius standing there before shutting his eyes
quickly against the onslaught of cum, decided not to open them again. Instead
he just sat there on the hay, naked, face covered in cum, and knowing that what
parts of his face you could see were burning bright red. Hopefully if he
kept his eyes closed long enough Lucius would just disappear of his own accord.

“Father.”
said Draco, trying to sound as normal as possible, though still shaky as he
tried to subtly place his spent cock back inside his jodhpurs.
“You’re...err…early.” he said, taking a non too subtle
deep breath to try and calm his high.

Lucius,
not surprisingly, seemed to be frozen to the spot. Even though his son had just
spoke, he couldn’t remove his eyes from the space
Draco’s cock had just been, spurting out over his least favourite person on the
planet.

“Yes…”
he eventually said, in a voice barely above a whisper, “…your mother wanted to
have dinner early today…”

His
mouth returned to the gaping expression he’d had before, still unable to look
away from the white mess over Harry’s face.

Draco
coughed, “Well…perhaps we had…miss today’s ride then?” Draco suggested
hopefully, as his father finally drew his eyes away from Harry and stared at
his son.

“Yes...”
he replied cautiously, eyes wide and expression stunned, before he took one
quick look back at Harry, another back at Draco, coughed awkwardly, and slowly
turned around, walking out the barn so slowly it was as if he walked any faster
he might faint from shock.

When
he disappeared from view, Draco finally turned to look at Harry, still sitting
on the hay, eyes screwed up as tightly as possible against the thought of his
father-in-law seeing him in such a state.

Even
if it was just to hide the thought that he’d just been caught cumming by his father, Draco couldn’t help but chuckle at
the look on Harry’s face, “You can open your eyes now.” Draco said, and Harry
slowly reached up to his eyes, wiping away the cum and
peering up at Draco with a look of utter embarrassment.

“I
thought you said Malfoy’s never come early?” he said, and behind him the white
horse neighed heartily, and Harry was sure it was laughing at him.

*****

Later
that night, when Lucius and Narcissa were getting ready for bed, Narcissa had
finally got out of Lucius why he hadn’t gone riding, and why he had look so
stunned all day and refused to look at his son.

“It’s
alright dear,” she said, patting him on the arm lovingly, “I’ll get the strap
on out tonight.”

The End.

Authors
note: Now wouldn’t you like to see that on stage?
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