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A Father's Marks	By : CrystalJelli Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 5912 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Pairing: Harry/Draco as the main pairing, but will include Draco/Lucius
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Harry Potter. They belong to JK Rowling. Am just borrowing them. No copyright infringement was intended. No money is being exchanged for this.
Warnings/Content: Male/Male Sex, incest

A father's Marks
Part Two
The dungeon of the manor was the best room equipped for punishment. Lucius delighted in taking his son down there and beating him or torturing him to within an inch of his life. He told Draco often that it taught him to be strong, as a true Malfoy should be.
Upon reaching the stairs, Lucius roughly threw Draco down them, watching with a small smile on his face at the whimpers and cries that escaped his son's mouth as Draco hit each individual stair on the way down. When Draco finally lay in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, Lucius descended them quickly and stood before his son.
Draco lay in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, not daring to move, even breath. He yelped in pain as his father yanked him up to his feet by his long blond hair. Once on his feet, Lucius punched him several times in the face, giving him a black eye and a split lip. When he let go of his son's hair, Draco collapsed helplessly to the floor.
He felt his breath leave his lungs as his father punched him in the stomach on his way down. Once in a heap on the floor again, Lucius proceeded to kick Draco in the sides and head, Draco feeling several ribs crack, yelped in pain. Soon his yelps and whimpers of pain became a steady steam of noise, the only noise that could be heard through out the room.
Suddenly, Lucius grabbed Draco by the hair again and dragged him across the dungeon floor towards the far wall, where a set of manacles hung. When he reached the wall, Lucius again used Draco's hair to yank him to his feet, and roughly enclosed a heavy, metal cuff on each wrist, stretching Draco so much that his toes just barely touched the floor, with his face against the wall.
Draco's mind was in shock. The punishment was turning out the way it usually did, but his mind was still reeling at how fast it had happened. No matter how many times it had taken place, he was always shocked at how quickly his father's temper could flare up. Turning his head slightly at a movement near the weapons bench, Draco saw his father. With frightened eyes, he watched his father; he followed his every movement, and so whimpered in fright when he saw his him step away from the side bench holding a whip in his hands, and a sick grin of satisfaction residing on his face.
Draco didn't have much of a warning before his father started to attack his back with the whip, hard, causing his clothing to rip and blood to spring forth from the welts caused by the harsh handling of the weapon.
Growing bored with his back, and having a desire to see his sons face twist in pain as he punished him, Lucius grabbed him roughly and turned him around, twisting his wrists painfully in the chains and throwing him back hard against the wall.
For a few minutes Lucius continued to whip the front of his son, eyes lighting up with each stroke that hit his son, with each stroke that ripped his clothes and skin more.
Lucius was ecstatic at the fear and confusion that shone clearly in his son's eyes, and the pain filled expression coming from his son, each time the whip fell against his delicate skin, again and again. With every lash Draco's body jerked painfully and he was whimpering constantly again.
Lucius cold feel himself becoming excited with each stroke that hit, with each whimper that escaped Draco. So far beyond caring now, too caught up in the activity, Lucius made up his mind. He was going take it to the next level!
He'd been in this situation before; recently he had found himself growing aroused when "punishing' his son. A few times he'd had to cut the "punishment' session short so he could be alone to finish himself off.
At first he'd felt ashamed but with time he'd grown to like the experience, so much so that he found himself looking for excuses to "punish' Draco.
Now! He decided, now is definitely time to take it to the next level. Lucius could feel his cock begin to harden, just the though of burying it into his son's tight arse was almost enough to make him come on the spot. With a slight shake of his head he turned his attention to his son, who was currently chained to the wall. Time to teach you your lesson Draco, do not disobey me, he thought to himself.
Draco thought that it was never going to end. He was almost relieved when his father seemingly grew bored with the whip and put it away. Just when he though that it couldn't get any worse it did, extremely so. It seemed there was a new element added to this session of punishment, it seemed to have darkened considerably, and Draco couldn't mistake the pure lust that shone through his father's eyes. An icy tingle of fear began creeping its way slowly up Draco's spine.
Up until now his father hadn't been physically close to him, but now Draco found his fathers whole body was flush against his own, pushing his lithe form painfully into the cold, hard dungeon wall. His already painful back was screaming at him, and his legs threatened to collapse beneath him.
Now with him so close, it was apparent to Draco that is father was enjoying it, a lot more that he should have, as Lucius's arousal dug painfully into him. Draco was stunned and sickened by this. Never had his father seemed to even consider more then just beating the crap out of him. But now, looking closely into the maniacal glint in his father's eyes, Draco was sure that he wouldn't hesitate to cross that boundary this time, he was so angry, maybe even beyond that point. He looked crazy.
"So pretty," Lucius whispered huskily into Draco's ear, causing him to shudder in disgust. "Yes, you must be punished" he murmured, half to himself. "You will not disobey me again!" he said, nuzzling at Draco's ear.
Draco suddenly tensed with fear. Lucius grabbed him roughly by the shoulder, turned him around again and slammed his face painfully back into the wall. He winced in pain and whimpered as his father tore what was left of his clothes from his body. Lucius stood back and admired his son's body, pale alabaster skin, drinking in the details of his son's body, revelling in the tiny whimpering sounds that escaped his son's mouth.
Draco cringed and tried to move away as he felt his father's smooth hand glide down his skin from shoulder blade to thigh. Abruptly the hand was gone and Draco could feel nothing. For several moments, to Draco, the world seemed to have stopped; only his father's heavy breathing and his own small whimpers could be heard throughout the room. Draco's cheeks were wet with tears and he was slightly thankful that his face was pressed against the wall, for his punishment would have been worse had he been found crying.
An unexpected sound made him startle and he turned his head slightly away from the wall, trying to distinguish the source of the sound. Upon noticing his father unzipping his pants and removing himself from the constraints of his pants, he froze, barely able to breath, think, move. His brain just refused to acknowledge what his so-called father was about to do to him. It was unthinkable.
Suddenly Lucius grabbed his son's arse roughly and parted the cheeks, only to plunge a finger in, as if testing before entering. Draco gasped out loud, shuddering as the unwelcome digit moved within him, disgusted at the pleasure filled moan that escaped his fathers throat.
"So tight, so hot" Lucius gasped moving his finger, accelerating the pace, stabbing in and pulling the digit back out, delighting in the sobs of pain and fright that were emanating from his son.
Finally tiring of this, he pulled the finger out, only to shove his hard cock back into Draco so forcefully that his son screamed in pain, his vision turning red, as his father's cock tore at his delicate skin. Lucius didn't stop to give his son time to adjust to this unfamiliar invasion, just pulled all the way out and plunged right back in, all the way to the hilt, savouring his son's symphony of pain filled cries.
After a few thrust, Lucius grabbed Draco's sweat dampened hair and dragged his head backward, painfully, snatching his sons mouth to engage in a harsh, demanding kiss, plundering his son's sweet, hot mouth before whispering in his ear.
"You. Will. Take. The. Dark. Mark" he punctuated each word with a painfully hard thrust, his cock moving somewhat easier, now with the blood seeping from Draco's torn body serving as a lubricant.
Draco could do nothing but weep, his body striking the hard dungeon wall painfully with each thrust from his father, grazing and bruising more skin. His eyes constantly closing against the pain, hoping against hope that when he opened his eyes again, it would have all been a horrible dream.
The pain was almost too much now, he felt himself beginning to slip into unconsciousness his innocent mind had already retreated into itself. All that was left was an empty shell full of pain. Swiftly, his head was yanked back again, as Lucius whispered menacingly into his ear. "You *will not* disobey again!"
He released Draco's hair, causing his head to fall back against the dungeon wall, as Draco didn't have the strength to stop it slamming against it. This movement drew Lucius's attention to the back of his son's beck, He took a long look at it, still thrusting into Draco, almost lazily, and decided that the skin at the junction of his son's neck and shoulder looked too delectable too pass up. He moved his mouth up first licking the pale skin, before latching on with sharp teeth and sucking hard, bringing blood to the surface of the skin, in a horrible vivid purple. Delighted with the effect and the noises it drew from his son's lips, he repeated the process several times.
Finally satisfied with that he leaned his head back to inspect the damage he'd done, as an artist might inspect their art. He was still thrusting idly inside his son, enjoying himself as he explored his son's body. He couldn't believe that he had taken this long to take the final step. His attention was drawn to several large welts that appeared on Draco's back, in a criss-cross pattern, caused by the severe whipping Lucius had delivered earlier.
Lucius brought his hands around and began prodding them, sticking his finger in the wounds, trying to cause the blood to flow again, and was encouraged further by Draco's cries. Finally enticing the blood to flow freely again, he bent his head and sucked greedily at the coppery liquid that flowed from his son's back.
Gradually feeling himself starting to lose control, he grasped Draco's hips in a tight grip, tight enough to leave bruised handprints, and began to thrust in violently hard, enjoying the wonderful friction his virgin son was providing him. He was moaning almost constantly now, his moans going out to mix with Draco's cries of pain to create a symphony of noise. Lucius delighted at the music they made together.
When the thrusting increased, Draco felt like his body was bring split in half, it was so excruciatingly painful. The only reason he was still vertical was because the manacles were holding him in place, his legs had long ago given away. His father's hands were now gripping his hips painfully hard, holding him in position, making it easier for him to thrust into him.
Draco could feel the blood pouring down the back of his legs, and felt sickened, he desperately wanted to be sick, he could feel himself retching. Thankfully he could also feel himself falling into unconsciousness, welcoming the nothingness that came with it. Maybe once he'd awoken he could pretend it never happened.
With one last thrust, which sent Draco's head smashing into the hard wall, causing the boy to fall into full unconsciousness, Lucius finally came, exploding into his son and collapsing on top of the prone body chained to the wall beneath him.
Giving himself a few moments to recover, he withdrew from his son, stumbled away slightly, searching himself for his wand. Upon finding it, he muttered a quick cleaning spell, placed himself back into his pants, and straightened his clothing.
Turning his attention back to the unconscious form still chained to the wall, he frowned, released the bindings and watched as the body crumpled into a bloodied and bruised heap to the cold dungeon floor. With a few last kicks, for good measure, he left the dungeon, satisfied, leaving behind a severely bruised and bloodied Draco, unconsciousness on the floor.
He had to see his Lordship, needed to discuss ways of getting Draco to the initiation, for once he was there he would *never* escape this fate his father had chosen for him.
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