Earning a Name | By : Talin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29925 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Harry smirked as he watched Blaise fidget in his chair while balancing his Pet on his
lap. He’d question if there was anything the blonde might like to ask to eat in
a tantalizing whisper every so often, amused at the fact that he had succeeded
in making both boys fidgety this morning. After he was sure the blonde atop him
had eaten plenty and he himself had finished his meal, he told his pet that he
expected him in his study when he returned in an hour or so, easing him off his
lap. He had yet to give the blonde his collar, but had to fulfill his promise
to Blaise first, not to mention take care of the
remainder of that annoying pile.
“Why don’t you head down to the
usual room, Blaise, while I give Milly
a few orders I need carried out.” he prompted, smirking as the other
practically melted at the dismissal and conformation that Harry would keep his end of the bargain. As if
he would turn down such an opportunity to rid himself of all frustration.
“Milly.” he called as soon as said
boy had exited, turning to the elf and leaning down slightly, “I need you to
make sure my Pet understands that he is to wait nude in my study once he comes
in, and that he is not to leave before I dismiss him. If after an hour is up he
is still not there, warn him and make sure to inform me of his discretion. Postpone
the lunch until two again, and be sure he can enter the study when he comes to
wait, but watch him to make sure he doesn’t touch anything overly fragile or
important… I trust you to know the difference.”
“Yes Master Potter sir.”
“That will be all Milly, thank
you.”
Now, to
‘leave Blaise hanging’….
He entered the dungeon room his so-inclined partners usually
occupied when engaging in such activity, smirking smugly at the waiting boy.
Why did he always seem to attract the kinkiest friends-with-benefits?
“I think it’s time to give you what you wanted.”
“Can’t wait, Har… I’ve been a naughty boy.”
“I know.” Harry acknowledged, walking over to one of the
many chests of drawers and looking over the different ropes. The twined one
would do nicely… “strip.”
He moved
over to a near-by shelf, looking over the small collection of books it held. He
skipped the first three, knowing most the knots quite well by now, finally
propping open the one that held what he needed.
“I’d suggest you stretch a bit, Blaise,
you might be here a while.” he noted off hand, turning pages until he found
something he was sure Blaise would find a suitable
reward for his little stunt over breakfast. He scanned the pages quickly, not
because he didn’t know it, but because he didn’t want to screw up and actually
hurt his friend.
As he
finished checking over the diagrams, he closed the book with a slam and started
looking for the other… accessories… his friend would soon be in need of.
“On your stomach,” he instructed, feigning ignorance about
the coldness of the polished stone floor.
He straddled the naked back, only partly supporting himself. He started
to pull gently on the shoulder-length hair, plaiting it into a braid while
weaving in several of the thinner ropes for added support, tying it off with a
small rubber band. He had braided it at the angle he needed it at, knowing how
annoying it could prove if part of it was strung tight while the rest held none
of the weight. He tugged slightly on it, Blaise
knowing to arch up at the prompt as Harry checked its stability.
He grabbed
the offered head, telling Blaise to ‘open wide’ as he
procured a blinded ball gag from the beg he had tossed
all the things he’d need into, bringing it before the other boy. He licked at
the other’s earlobe for the quick compliance as he secured the gag, knowing Blaise to be especially fond of that particular action.
“Hands back.” he instructed after giving him a moment to
adjust to the gag, slipping backwards until he sat on the cushioned globes. He
wiggled slightly to stimulate the body beneath him, making quick work of tying
the wrists and elbows with sturdy twine. He wound another rope into a
good-sized ring, winding it about his palm and elbow before tying the strands
together with several small strings and casting a self-stick spell to keep the
strings form loosing their circumference. Wouldn’t want the rings tightening,
after all. He dropped the makeshift yoke around the other’s neck, centering it
so that it had plenty of give at the front and back before connecting the end
of the twine he had used to bind his elbows to the ring securely.
He helped Blaise to his feet, after which he secured six pieces of
long twine to the front of the ring, three on each side, pulling them
diagonally down and back, crossing on the back, again atop his belly button
before being wrapped around the base of each leg. From there he tied two more,
letting them hang just beneath the other’s balls before tying the other end to
the opposing leg’s brace. The ropes now formed somewhat of a diamond-shaped gap
just missed his still-excited cock, thought Harry was sure they’d be close
enough to rub it once the rest was completed.
He tied
several more ropes to form an X on the front of his chest as the first set had
done in the back, locking them onto the parts that would support his hips and
shoulders. He tugged at several places near the ring to make sure it could not
be strained to choke Blaise before he told the blonde
to lie down once more, stringing a piece
of rope through the loose end of the afore-mentioned diamond-like gap, pulling
it taunt before positioning it between the cheeks, attaching it to the X on the
back. He rewarded the moan with a pinch to one of the globes, the answering
buck letting Harry tighten the rope a slight before tying it off.
He got off
him then, knowing Blaise would not be comfortable
with a weight on him from now on, moving on to tie one of the ankles to the
ropes winding the base of Blaise’s legs. He looped a
rope around the folded leg, taking pressure off the ankle and onto the whole
appendage. The other left alone for now, though he did wind a similar binding
round the ankle to use for fastening it later. He procured a thick, metal ring
from the bag he had been drawing out of, noting thirty ropes to it one by one.
Two of them, he magically fused with the ones sticking out of the braid,
another four he tied to the bound hands and six he bound to the ankle of the
‘free’ foot, six to ropes near the shoulders just away from the ring, eight he
secured to various places about the X on Blaise’s
back and the final four he tied to the rope nearest the knee of the ‘folded’
foot. He altered the tension of each so that it held the right amount of weigh
when the ring was in it’s correct position, pinching the boy’s globe once more
as he told him he’d let him adorn the dungeon for a bit now, casting a deftning charm so as to deprive Blaise
of all his key senses… and so that the boy did not hear the cushioning and
monitoring charms Harry fired at the ropes before levitating the ring to a
waiting hook about four feet above the floor. He tweaked a nipple as a promise
he would be finishing this later
before leaving the boy fully sense deprived, cock hard and leaking.
Absently, Harry wondered if he’d come to see cum all over
his floor again before calling an elf to keep an eye on things, and to alert
him immediately should Blaise become irritated or
seemed distressed. They had a long-established safe word, of course, and both
he and the elves could make it out even when Blaise
wore a ballgag. That elves
needed not be told to release Blaise and get Harry
immediately were it to be said.
A/N:
I know next to
nothing about actual rope bondage, and am sure I probably got a LOT wrong,
especially as far as safety goes. This was written based on a couple fanfic pics I saw and some leaps
of logic with a cumbersome dose of imagination… not the most reliable sources,
especially when the logic is only based on what information could be gathered
from the other two. Again, never have, don’t overly wish to, and thus am not
writing this from some cellar tryst. Just thought I should note that. Oh, and
just to cover my own ass, as there ARE reasons such stupid warnings/disclaimers
are around; do NOT try this at home.
Also, sorry this took
so long, but I had written this the same night I wrote 17 and begun 18 (to be
ahead of the game) and idiotically saved each as 16. Yes, I am an idiot,
especially since I save ‘18’ when it consisted of 2 sentences. Thus, I had to
rewrite this (and will have to do the others, too), and as anyone who’s had this
happen to them knows, its extremely frustrating
to have to rewrite what you have already written and makes the process far
slower. Once again, apologies.
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