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Freedom Bound in Chains	By : TaintedSensibly Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 58477 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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Updated: 5.13.16

Thank you so much for the comments. This is a difficult story. I've attempted it three times now, so I really depend on feedback. Truly, thank you, and I will keep the chapters coming for as long as I can.

Dominants and Submissives

Sure enough, Jess unlocked the private door and led him down the hallway to the stairs leading to the basement. It made him tense but also curious. He'd explained briefly what had happened the night Brendon died (omitting Harry of course), and he was already angry due to Drey, so what purpose could she have for bringing him here now?

Jess stepped into the exhibition room and flicked on the lights. Draco trailed after her as she came to stand at the newly repaired toy counter. “What are your thoughts on this room?”

He narrowed his eyes in warning. Thoughts of betrayal burned through him. Were the women with the Lucchese? Was Harry in danger? “You were gonna explain what ya know and how ya know it, not the other way around.”

“True,” she agreed easily. “But it is part of the explanation. I need to know where to begin if...”

Draco cut her off. “I owe you nothin'. Now explain what ya know!”

“We don't know much,” Jess began, slowly blinking her dark, slanted eyes. “Brendon was our alpha, but if you don't know what that is, then I suppose you'd think of him as our master.”

Draco frowned, shoulders relaxing. Not with the Lucchese then. At least Harry was safe for now. “So Brendon told ya about me an' my boy?” He didn't know why he was so surprised. Brendon had told Liam, after all. But these women were not like Liam. Draco couldn't put it in words, but they were a threat in a way Liam wasn't.

Jess shook her head. “No. He wouldn't have betrayed you like that. He greatly respected who and what you are.” She sighed and moved to one of the couches. Crossing her legs, she settled her hands on her knee. “Please sit. I will explain.”

Draco chose to perch on the couch arm, his feet on the cushions, his body facing Jess. It put his head higher than hers. He moved his hand in a 'continue' gesture, and she did.

“When he took you in, Brendon contacted us and explained he would not see us for a few days. He said that he had found someone like him. A child.” She reached up and unbound her hair. It fell around her shoulders in a glossy curtain. “The night before he died, he called to make plans for a meeting that weekend. He mentioned he was jealous of the child he'd found. There was nothing Brendon would be jealous of another person having. Except one thing. A true submissive, what we call an omega.”

Draco cocked his head. “There's lots of submissives.”

Jess began to braid her hair over one shoulder. “Yes and no. Human psychology...” She paused as Draco scrunched his brows at the unfamiliar word. “Psychology is the way people think. Not just the words in their head, but the way of it. The patterns. The deep workings that are underneath and behind the words.”

He kind of understood, at least a little, what she was trying to say. “What about it?”

“Psychology is based on a template, an outline, created millions of years ago. Back when we were animals and lived in the wild just as monkeys and wolves do now. I don't know your background, but you probably don't know much about the behaviors of these animals.”

“No,” he admitted, however he knew intimately the pangs of hunger, the drive to do anything for food, the desire to kill, the pleasure of touch, the way humans loved blood and sex and inflicting pain – it wasn't hard for him to think of people as animals, or even to think of himself as one. “But I understand we're a type of animal. I still don't get what that has to do with submissives an' stuff.”

He looked closely for a sneer in her eyes. No matter how interesting this was, he'd get up right now if she thought he was stupid. Their tutor had been shocked and pitied them when he and Harry hadn't known the alphabet or how to write a single letter. He wouldn't put up with it from Jess.

“You are already smarter than the majority of the world, then,” she told him sincerely. “The sad fact is that most humans do not want to admit that we think and need like animals do still to this day. They dress up their thinking and suppress their desires and needs. They refuse to see their true selves. Most people find ways to relieve the psychological tension or find places in their lives where it is acceptable to act like their instincts demand, even if momentarily. This room is a part of that.”

Draco looked around. He saw the same stage, the same spanking bench, the same chains and whips. It had been used to damage them, to break their bodies and give their tormentors a pleasure they found only in blood and pain. Of course, that's not how it had ended up. They had ended up dead. Survival of the fittest, and Draco had been fit and they had been weak.

“Animals come here,” he agreed.

Jess smiled sadly. She had finished her braid, it fell to just under the swell of her small breasts, and now her hands sat still in her lap. “Yes, but the ones who brought you here were ill. That is not what this room is for. Drey told you. All who enter here wish to be here, honestly and truly. Should any of the submissives wish to stop, if they feel things have gone too far, things stop. Immediately. Even in the animal world, there are the ill. They usually get culled by their species just as you killed the ones here.” Her dark eyes pierced him. “Most importantly, there are no children here. They are not developed enough to give consent.”

Draco couldn't wrap his mind around a room full of people doing that to each other willingly, but then a flash of Harry, the storm of dark insanity clawing at Draco's mind, the sheer relief and pleasure that laced the pain with every bite. Somehow Draco had known what he needed to do to bring Harry back. Pain, but it was more than that; it was for Draco to take him, to mark him, to make the ownership true. It was to tear him out of that dark inner place and bring him back to Draco. So maybe he could see it a little, but still a submissive wouldn't say stop, Harry wouldn't say stop, not even if he wanted to. So how did that work?

Jess seemed to sense his struggle. “Think of it this way. Most mammals, which is the type of animal we are, live in packs or groups. In every such group, there is a leader. There is no real reason for this except one.” She held up a single finger. “Mammals are selfish.”

Draco snorted, smiling.

She smiled back. “Humans are wired to survive even at the cost of others. Survival of self is first. There are a few exceptions; parents for their children, lovers for each other, things like that. However, even then a parent will have the instinct to bring down other children so their child flourishes, and a lover will sabotage other people in their mate's life to secure their own standing. Therefore, they still have the instinct to be selfish.

“However, mammals are not strong enough to survive alone. Mammals tend to be clever, but there is always something stronger, faster, or deadlier. So mammals needed groups to survive, but they can't be trusted to put the group first because each person in the group is selfish, which destroys a group. Therefore, nature created a special type of mammal, a leader, an alpha.”

Wide-eyed, Draco asked, “What makes 'em so different?”

Jess lifted her hands and cupped them into a circle. “The human psyche is made up of a mix of dominant and submissive animal instincts formed over years and years of group survival.” She closed her fingers to her thumbs creating two smaller circles. She adjusted the sizes so one would be larger than the other and then reversed it. “Some have more dominant traits and others more submissive traits. The more submissive a person is, the more group-oriented they will be, but they will also be less likely to thrive than a selfish person. Dominants are needed to keep the pack safe and successful through selfishness; submissives are needed to keep the group whole.”

Draco nodded. He could understand that. Without Harry, he would not have been driven to accept Brendon, let alone Liam. He most likely would have been stubborn and would have died in his sleep because of the cold like Leon had described. “Okay.” He shrugged. It really wasn't that complicated. “So?”

She sighed. “But it's not that simple. Unlike you, who are completely dom and your boy who is completely sub, the truth is that most people are neither wholly dom nor sub. They are the mix I showed you. Groups are very political even in the animal world. One individual may be dom over one one but sub to another. It's complex and organic.

“However, in today's society, subs are often abused and bullied or seen as weak instead of understood and respected for what they are. People hide and suppress their sub sides, and that has created a world filled with people who live under constant stress. That is why some people are called to this room. Sometimes it is a usually dominant person who needs to be the submissive here, or a typically submissive person who needs to exert dominance.”

Draco couldn't conceal his aversion. He would never crave being submissive to Harry, and he couldn't even imagine Harry wanting to be dominant over anyone let alone Draco.

Jess lifted her hands in a calm gesture. “I understand that you and your boy are completely different. The alpha/omega bond is rare and does not follow this pattern. However, think back to those who seemed dominant around you. Was there ever a time where you thought you could gain control, or even that somehow in some little way they might even want you to be in control instead of them?”

Draco looked down at his lap, letting his hair curtain his face. His first thought was of Raymond. Draco had never been in control over that bastard, but he hadn't felt submissive in the way Harry felt submissive, either. Raymond had always been an obstacle to climb over or a force of nature to be endured. Draco had never respected Raymond, and actually, now that he thought about it, Raymond had really seemed to like that.

The man had always been careful. He had never forgotten how Draco could poison him with his body, not until the very end, and then that forgetfulness had been his death. Why hadn't Raymond gotten rid of him? Draco would never tolerate that type of threat so close to him.

“Maybe,” he finally answered.

“It will be more apparent as you grow older. The fact that you are a true alpha means you will bring out the submissive natures even in doms. They may not grovel, but they will experience instincts to trust, follow, and to serve a higher goal than 'Self'. Just as Drey and I experienced those things with Brendon. It can be very powerful for a usually dom person to experience that sense of belonging that can only be felt with an alpha.”

Draco stared hard into Jess's eyes. She allowed it. “You're lookin' for a new alpha?”

Jess shook her head. “No. Brendon is still our alpha. If that changes...” She shrugged. “I don't know.”

“You stayed with the club 'cause of that?”

“Yes.” She smiled. “And to stay close to you. Brendon took you in. As doms in his pack, we feel driven to watch out for you and Liam now that he is not here.”

Draco considered that for a minute. Then he lifted his head and asked, “Why d'ya bring me here to talk about this?”

A slight flush of red appeared on her cheeks. “Just as Drey cannot help it, I cannot help wanting to test you. It is also a part of instinct. A non-alpha would have been distressed and unable to be here. You clearly are unaffected in spite of what happened.” She shrugged. “Maybe you're right and we are unconsciously looking for another alpha. That is not what we think we want, however. Not yet.”

Draco nodded. He actually understood that in a weird way. He let his hands dangle between his knees as he rested his arms on his thighs, fully relaxed for the first time since they entered the room. “Tell me more about omegas.”

Jess tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Omegas are usually treated poorly without an alpha and will search for one their whole lives. They tend to be the scapegoat and punching bag for doms and other subs. I read once that they function as a stress-reliever to the pack. Of course, this is not true once an alpha claims them. Once that happens, they are universally protected and doted on because otherwise they'd face their alpha's wrath.”

Draco scowled, imaging others abusing Harry, and practically growled.

Jess smiled. “I think it's because doms have some quality of submissiveness in them that need to conquer the dominant elements of a submissive. It reassures them of their own dominance. An omega does not give that challenge, so they are useless to them. As for other subs, they need a place to exercise their own dominance. The omega becomes that for them. Neither doms nor subs usually take care of the omega after the abusive outbursts. The omega is typically very good at taking care of themselves. They are resilient and resourceful, so it's a mystery why they endure the abuse instead of becoming loners, but omegas never live in isolation. I will do some digging to find out more.”

“Let me know what ya find,” Draco demanded but not harshly.

“Do you forgive Drey?” she asked quietly in return.

He titled his head and studied her for a moment before nodding. “Yeah. We're okay. But m'boy's off limits. Always.”

“I will make sure she understands, although I think you made your point earlier,” she offered with a wry smile.

Draco smiled back, giving a display of teeth. “Good.”

“I also would like to make you an offer,” Jess added. Her back straightened as she looked Draco in the eye. “I would like you to stay tonight. I think it would help you understand yourself and your boy. I also want you to see this room as it was meant to be used. The way Brendon, Drey, and I use it.”

Draco stretched and jumped off the couch arm. “Yeah. Okay. But let's head back up to Liam. I don't want 'em coming down here after me. He doesn't like the idea of this stuff much.”

Jess stood and followed him to the stairs. “Most don't.”

“He's a sub, ain't he,” Draco asked.

“A type of one, yes.” She looked down at him, curious. “Why?”

He shrugged. “It makes sense, is all.”

Jess said nothing, but her lips curled up into the barest hints of a smile, thinking, Brendon was right. This boy could become a great alpha, indeed.

xxx

Liam more than didn't like it. He was pissed. Fingers white around the steering wheel, he glared at the cars in front of them. “I just don't get why you think it's necessary,” he hissed. “Don't you think you've been around that shit enough already?”

There was a sigh from the child next to him and a small hand briefly stroked his shoulder. Liam's teeth began to grind. “Jess thinks it'll help me and Harry.”

Liam knew that was a wall he couldn't break down. If it was for Harry, Draco would not hesitate or stop, but Liam still had to try. “But how does she know that, huh?” He turned his glare on the boy sitting calmly next to him. “She doesn't even know you or Harry! How can she know what would help?”

Draco shrugged. “She was Brendon's. Why not see?”

Liam jerked his eyes back to the road, hands cramping they gripped the wheel so tightly. “Damn, Brendon! He wasn't always right, you know! Plus we only have her word that she was even close to Brendon anyway. Not to mention, there could be a very real cost to going, Draco. You could be hurt! What if it messes with you, huh? Those people are just trying to brainwash you. You don't need them!”

“I won't be hurt,” Draco denied, absolutely certain. Liam flung his hands up with a frustrated cry, and Draco had to raise his voice to be heard. “I can leave if I don't like it, Liam. No one can keep me where I don't wanna be. Not anymore. And I know Harry, but I might need to know more to give 'em what he needs.”

“Fuck!” He punched the steering wheel, whole body shaking with anger. “Harry doesn't need that shit! It's twisted! You're making a mistake, Draco. Don't go, please?” He couldn't look at him, couldn't bare to see the stubborn, unrelenting look he knew Draco would wear.

“I'm going.”

“Fuck,” Liam said again. He pulled into a parking spot and practically jumped from the car, slamming the door hard behind him. “I'm going to get a drink.” Shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, he spun and strode down the street.

xxx

Draco held Harry's face in his hands and smiled as he kissed and licked at the messy-haired boy's mouth. They were on the couch, Draco's back propped up on the couch arm, Harry sprawled over his chest and between his legs. Liam hadn't come home. It bothered him that Liam was so upset, but he wanted to see what Jess thought was so important, what Brendon had.

He'd told Harry about Jess and Drey, of course, after meeting them the first time, and he'd given a brief summary of events from earlier that day. Harry knew he was going with Jess tonight, but Draco hadn't told him about the basement. Not yet. He wanted to see what was there first before he decided if Harry should know.

“Let's get ya into bed,” he murmured with a final nip at Harry's bottom lip.

The little boy was humming, – contentment love – pulsing strong through the bond. He climbed off Draco and waited. Draco got to his feet and took Harry's hand, leading him into their bedroom. As Harry climbed between the sheets alone, a slight tinge of – loss – trickled between them.

Draco fisted Harry's hair and stared hard into the bright green eyes. “This isn't like last time, Harry. No bad feelings. You're gonna sleep just like I told ya, and I'll be here when ya wake up.”

“Yes, Draco,” Harry said softly, blinking sleepily. “Love you.” His small hand reached out and Draco grabbed it, placing kisses on the boy's palm. It made Harry giggle, and Draco smiled at him.

“I'll be back before the sun rises,” he promised again.

He waited for Harry's eyes to obediently close before silently leaving the room. He shut the bedroom door behind him. A quick check revealed that Liam was still out. Sighing, he grabbed his sweatshirt and jacket. He locked the five locks on the front door and ran down the steps. He didn't want Jess and Drey to know their address, so he'd told Jess to pick him up three blocks over at a convenience store. He'd have to run if he was going to make it in time.

Sure enough, Jess was waiting in a black Mercedes. Draco climbed into the front and practically sank into the leather seat. Warm air hit his face gently from the heater. Jess wore all black tonight: a simple corset with a zipper and a skin-tight miniskirt with sheer black hose and pink stiletto heels. Her hair was down, falling around her shoulders. Her tattoos were bright on her left arm, her lips were painted candy pink, and her eyes lined in black.

She offered Draco a happy smile as she pulled away from the curb. “Seat belt.”

Draco snapped the belt on, saying nothing, but he felt anticipation begin to stir in his stomach. Was the basement that interesting that it could make the serious Jess giddy? What would the effect of the basement be on Drey?

They pulled into the garage across the street from the club. Just as Draco remembered it, there were crowds of people ready to dance and drink. Jess cut through them smoothly, people giving her space almost without realizing it. Draco followed in her wake to the private door. The electric sound of the club became muffled as soon as they shut it behind them. A low beat filled the air in its place.

“Club members have been arriving for the last hour, so a few scenes should be underway,” Jess explained. “Access to the basement is exclusive. Only those invited by Brendon, Drey, or me are welcome, so we know everyone personally. I wouldn't say we're friends, but we're definitely a community. Some of the pairs are permanent, others only last the night.”

They stepped off the bottom step and into the exhibition room. The lighting was low, red mixed in with the dull white. The rhythmic low notes of the music became a physical sensation against his skin. Speaking of which, there was a lot of skin showing in the crowd around him and a lot of leather.

About twenty people filled the room. A few were lined up at the toy counter. Others were along the walls. Some were already in chains. Almost every couch had a couple sitting on them. The stage was empty. Draco counted and there were only a few more men than women.

Most were boy-girl pairs, but he caught sight of two women together by the spanking bench and two pairs of men along the walls. Jess was right; there were no children. The youngest had to be Liam's age. Most were a little older than that, but only a few were old enough to have grey in their hair.

Jess guided him toward a couch by the stage. A man Brendon's age watched them approach. He was topless and wore leather pants. His feet were bare, his skin was dark, and his hair was done in short, thin dreads. An Asian woman knelt as his feet. She wore a white robe that was see-through, her nipples a soft pink through the fabric. Her expression was peaceful as the black man stroked her hair.

“Jason, Mira, good evening,” Jess greeted them.

“Evening,” Jason answered, voice deep and resonant. He pushed two fingers into Mira's mouth and she began to suck at them happily.

Jess looked down at Draco. “They're a permanent pair. They've been together more than ten years now and met when they were teens. Mira manages a very successful clothing store. Jason is a stay-at-home father.”

Draco lifted an eyebrow at that. He met Jason's curious gaze, expression neutral.

“What's your safe word?” Jess asked him.

“Pineapples,” he answered immediately, still watching Draco. “Or a finger snap, if she is unable to speak like now. She's had to use it a few times when I pushed too fast. It's about satisfaction on both sides, not inflicting damage.” He pulled his fingers out of Mira's mouth and invited her to talk.

She smiled at Draco. “It's great. Jason makes me feel so good. I never feel more alive than when Jason and I explore our boundaries. It's so freeing to be able to give up control and know he has me. It's like he's in control of the world and the world was created just for me.” She blushed hotly and gazed up at her husband with clear adoration.

Jess smiled at the pair and gestured for Draco to follow her, but he shook his head.

“I'd like to explore on my own,” he explained. He knew a setup when he saw one. Jess had definitely prepped Jason and Mira. Not that he thought they were lying exactly, but their answers were too easy.

Veering away from Jess's side, he moved to the two women he'd spotted earlier. One was a redhead with large breasts. She wore a button down shirt and miniskirt with fishnet stockings and black pumps. The girl bound with her hands above her head had short blond hair. She only wore a bra and had straps dangling from her lace panties that held her sheer black hose up. She wasn't wearing shoes.

The redhead glanced at Draco and then away. A soft flogger was held in her hand and she brought it down in stinging swipes along the blonde's stomach and thighs. The girl was blindfolded, but it was clear she was aroused. Her face was flushed and her red-painted lips were open in a wide 'O'. Moans poured from her mouth. Her pale skin began to redden, and tears began to slip out from under the blindfold.

“Miranda...” she moaned. “Please, please...”

The redhead glanced at Draco once more. He could tell she was uncomfortable, but he didn't move away. Straightening her shoulders, Miranda began to rain the flogger down between the girl's legs. “You may cum,” she said in a surprisingly sweet voice. “That's a good girl. Let me have it.”

The blonde arched off the wall, her thighs straining to close even as they were held apart. The redhead continued whipping her softly. As soon as the girl went limp, Miranda was moving forward, stroking the girl's trembling skin and whispering in her ear. Draco gave them privacy.

He was drawn to the two men next. The dom was older with grey in his jet black hair. He looked Latin with smooth caramel skin, thick eyebrows, and teal blue eyes. He was also bare-chested, wearing only a pair of tight blue jeans. His shoulders were broad, muscular but not overly so. He stood behind the younger man with a paddle in his hand. Silver studs on the wooden surface shone in the light. The submissive was thin, pale, and covered in freckles. He also had long red hair that pooled on the floor by his head as he hung bent in half over the bench on his knees. He was also completely naked.

Draco watched through unblinking eyes, looking for cruelty, as the stronger, bigger man drew his hand back. The smaller rocked forward with the blow, and a soft wuff could be heard over the music. Draco moved to the side to see the submissive's face and drew the dom's attention. The man's eyes narrowed and he halted his next strike mid-swing.

Ignoring, the dom for now, Draco crouched down by the redhead. This close he could see it was dyed, the roots dark. He didn't try and touch the sub, knowing better, but he did get close enough to see the man's red, tear-stained cheeks and the lost look in his eyes. He wasn't really seeing Draco; he looked right through him. Another blow and those eyes closed as the sub let out a weak cry before blinking open again. The lost look shrank, and after the third hit, he was actually seeing Draco.

The sub blushed a hot red and turned his face away. Draco immediately rose and moved out of the sub's line of sight. The dom was frowning severely. Draco glared back. The next blow had the sub crying out, pleasure and pain mixing in the sound.

Draco turned his back on them and almost ran into a woman dressed very similar to Drey in a black corset and leather pants. She had a flogger in her hand, her dark hair pulled back into a tight bun, and a smile on her lips. She wore no make-up.

“What's a little darling like you doing here?” she asked in a purr.

“What's it to you?” Draco demanded cooly, crossing his arms.

She chuckled and brought the flogger up under his chin. “How old are you, sugar?”

Draco grinned at her, all teeth and silver eyes. “Five.”

The woman was too dumb to pick up on his warnings. She was breathing hard, her pupils dilated. “Wanna play with me?”

Draco lowered his eyes. He'd given her enough warning; now it was time for punishment. He heard a zipper being drawn down and his eyes flashed up through the curtain of his hair to see her opening her corset and revealing her breasts. The nipples were dark and already hard.

“Come sit with Mama,” she purred and reached for his arm. “I have a nice treat for you.”

Movement out of the corner of his eye; Drey cutting through the shadows. He flashed his hand in a cutting gesture. This was his. He wouldn't accept her interference. She slowed but still moved toward them. Draco went into the woman's embrace when she tugged him toward her. Let her long nails slide through his hair and cradle the back of his head head. Allowed her to pull his head toward her chest. He took her nipple into his mouth, felt the small ball roll against his tongue as the round, soft skin pressed into his lips. With a throaty cry, she tumbled back onto a couch, Draco clutched in her arms.

Reaching up, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand off his head, even as the cold was uncoiling in his gut. He applied pressure on her breast with his teeth and suddenly her gasp was one of pain. He let his spit coat her skin thoroughly, cold hatred sinking in, before pulling away. He hadn't made her bleed, so she should live, but he knew that enough of his spit had gotten on her to cause her to be very ill.

He danced out of the way, eyes glittering in triumph, as she suddenly curled forward and vomited. Then Drey was there and hauling her up. She had to put the woman in a headlock to march her toward the stairs, the bitch unable to walk straight.

Jess appeared at his side, her eyes wide. “Draco...”

“I think you have it wrong,” he said, mouth still tingling with poison. “Animals don't have trust an' love, Jess. Not like humans do. And if someone goes too animal and losses that, then all that's left is hunger. They become sick, like you said, and the sick get culled.”

She gasped as her suspicion was confirmed. It hadn't been a coincidence that the woman had gotten sick.

Drey reappeared, long black hair more tangled than before, but there was a flush to her cheeks that said she enjoyed the violence. “She must have taken something before she got here. I think she's overdosing. I let the boys in front of the club take her and called an ambulance. She was Tristan's plus one. I've also escorted him out and told him he wasn't welcome back.” Her eyes flashed and she unconsciously stroked her knuckles, which were bloody. “The rule is everyone is one hundred percent responsible for anyone they bring.” Then, taking a deep breath, she finally acknowledged Draco. She crouched so that they were eye-level. “Are you okay?” she asked solemnly.

Draco gave her a small smile. “I'm fine. Who's gonna clean up the mess?”

There was vomit in a wide swath along the floor, and now that he was paying attention, he saw that the party had come to a stop. Everyone was standing around, clearly waiting for something, every eye on Jess and Drey.

He looked up at Jess. “Is the party over?”

She said nothing for a long second, then, “Do you want it to be?”

Draco shook his head. “I wanna see more because I don't think I'll be back. It's interesting, but I don't think my boy needs this. At least, not right now.”

Jess bowed her head and turned toward the stage. Drey stood and went the other way, toward the secret door behind the toy counter and likely toward the cleaning supplies, but then Draco's whole attention was on Jess. She commanded the room.

“I apologize for the disruption. One of our number was not careful enough when choosing his plus one.” Her eyes pierced the room. “Let this be a reminder that not all who come to this life are looking for a shared experience based on trust. Those who come for other reasons are not welcome here.” She clapped her hands and it seemed everyone could breathe again. “I invite you to continue your night. The incident has been handled.” She turned and walked regally off the stage.

Drey gave a low whistle, having returned to Draco's side at some point. She had a mop and bucket, and when she saw that Draco was watching her, she gave him a wicked grin and began to clean up the mess. Draco tossed her a salute and moved to the toy counter. He grabbed a juice and waited for the music to lull everyone back to their partners. A few minutes later a sound caught his attention.

There was a woman with sky blue hair cut in a short bob at one of the nearby couches. She was dressed in a business suit without the undershirt. The black jacket revealed much of her chest. She was with a young, naked man who was on his back on the couch, his arms flung over his head. She had her fingers in his ass and was doing something that made the man howl with pleasure. He drifted over.

“What're you doin'?” he asked quietly.

She looked up with a little frown, but when the man on the couch whimpered, her attention shifted back to the sub. She smiled. “There's a place inside a man. Not far. If you touch it, it makes them sing, isn't that right?” She had a slight accent and a warm, deep voice. Her fingers flexed and Draco watched as the sub arched, eyes wild with pleasure.

“Yes, Mistress! Oh, god, yes!”

Draco tilted his head curiously. “Where?”

She regarded him for a long minute before answering. “It might be too small in you since you are so young. Even if it wasn't, it can be hard to touch yourself there.” She looked at the flushed man curiously. “Lucas, will you let me show this boy your treasure?”

The man's blue eyes went wide, but he nodded his head. “Anything you want, Mistress.”

“Remember your word,” she said as she took her fingers from his body. She uncapped a jar of lubrication and offered it to Draco. “Spread this on your fingers. Let's see if we can show you.”

Draco did so, and then she took his hand in hers, their skin sliding slickly together. She pressed his fingers to the man's opening, as those long legs were drawn up to his chest. One leg hooked over the back of the couch. The hole was pink, shiny with lube, and already open. Draco's three middle fingers slid easily inside with two of the dom's. It was warm inside and soft. The muscles undulated against his fingers.

Lucas was making interesting sounds, but Draco was more focused on where the woman was guiding him. His hand was half inside the sub when he felt it. It was like a small roundness inside the warm, rippling walls. He felt her press gently and rub the gland. Draco copied her and the sub made a sound very much like singing just as promised.

“What happens if ya keep touchin' it?” he asked her as she pulled her fingers free, letting Draco explore on his own.

She grinned almost evilly, her long-fingered hand running lightly up and down the sub's twitching, red cock. “My darling won't last long knowing an innocent little boy is exploring his body, fingering him open. Knowing his mistress is using him as a teaching tool, nothing more than an anatomy doll. Are you watching, Lucas? I want you to see his small little hand moving as he presses inside you.”

Lucas lifted his head, mouth open in a pant and obediently looked at where Draco's fingers were entering his body.

Draco watched, fascinated, as the man went tense, and then he was cumming. The white stuff Draco was so familiar with came spurting out, Lucas screaming. Draco kept touching the spot they had shown him, rubbing and pressing. The sub shivered and jerked and broke into sobs.

Draco looked up at the woman, brow arched, but didn't stop.

“It is sensitive. The button of pleasure becomes painful after the big moment, doesn’t it, my sweet?”

“Yes, Mistress, please!” the sub cried out, body shivering and twitching with every stroke of Draco's fingers. The sub's channel was beginning to tighten around him again after having gone loose.

Draco rubbed until the woman nodded her head. He withdrew his fingers and Lucas instantly went limp, dazed and drooling. “So it always shoots?” he questioned, wiping his hand on his jeans.

Running her fingers through the warm wet spunk on the sub's stomach and watching Draco thoughtfully, she gave a nod at his question. “Always, unless something snug is wrapped around the base to prevent it or the hole is plugged. Not letting the white stuff come out can be painful if held off too long, but also fun.”

“What about big moments that don't make cum?” he insisted.

“That can happen if it is prevented by the bondage.” She traced her finger around the base of the sub's penis and balls. “But if you're talking about you, that is because of your age. You will not cum until you are nine to eleven years old. I suspect closer to nine if you have been stimulated this young.”

Draco sighed. It always came down to age. He nodded his thanks and turned to leave when she touched his shoulder. He looked back.

“There is no rush. Your body is a beautiful thing and so is the pleasure it can create, but it can wait a few years, yes?”

Draco stared back at her baffled. Why the hell would he wait? Who cared if he couldn't cum. It still felt amazing to kiss and touch Harry, and Harry craved it more than Draco did! There was no reason to wait just for cum. It was messy and smelly. In fact, it seemed smarter to do it more now before cum became an issue and less once it did. He shook his head and waved her off, slipping back into the shadows. His first stop would be the bathroom. He had to pee and he wanted to wash his hands.

Chapter end.

I hope this was not too much explanation/talking. More action packed chapters will be coming very soon.
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