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Power Corrupts - Absolutely	By : mangobiscuit Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The first thing Draco was aware of as he woke was the throbbing pain in his nose. Why on earth was his nose hurting? He had no recollection of banging or knocking it. The second thing he was aware of was that he was lying down. Maybe he'd been knocked out and his father had taken him home to recover... Ahhh yes, that must have been it... but hang on... his bed was usually much softer than this. He tried to turn to get up, but found he couldn't move. Not in the slightest. It was almost as if he had been glued to the bed... desk� bench... whatever it was he was on. He tried again to sit up and this time realised that he was, in fact, restrained. He blinked in the dark room and looked around. Catching sight of Arthur Weasley, he gasped.

Arthur watched as Malfoy woke up finding himself strapped to the table and gave a small laugh. Even though he was frantic about his son, Arthur was going to enjoy taking his frustrations out on this Malfoy pup, before tossing him back to his father, barely recognisable. Malfoy had become the symbol of all that he was to lose or had already lost.
"Well Malfoy, didn't expect to see me did you? I think we need to have a little talk about your future."

Draco was still too startled and shocked to fully comprehend what was going on. He looked at Arthur wide-eyed and tried once again to move, more violently this time, but still to no avail.
"W-what...? What happened...? Where's my father?"

Arthur laughed cruelly "Your father ran like the worm he is with the rest of them Malfoy, and left you behind. A fine prize indeed; and now you're mine to do with as I see fit. Don't bother trying to move, you won�t be able to, and if you try too much, I'll just tighten the bindings...." he leaned close and whispered menacingly,"...until you cant breathe."

Draco narrowed his eyes at Arthur and as he swallowed, he felt the metal against his throat. He tried to turn his head away from the older man but could not even do that. He settled for letting his eyes roll, so that he was looking at the other side of the room. "They'll come back for me, you fool"

"I don't think so, Malfoy,� Arthur smiled thinly, �No one knows you're here. We burnt all the dead and I have made sure that your name was added to the list of the deceased. They don't even know you are alive, boy." His voice was deceptively soft, but hiding a satisfaction that glowed in his stomach at his own ruse. If he decided to send Malfoy back, then they could always claim it was a mistake. Arthur was the Minister for Magic after all.

For a momenlooklook of sadness crossed Draco�s face as he thought of his father and how he would take the news of his 'death'. But it was quickly replaced by anger. The blond looked back at Weasley and scowled. "Good, then your brat gets ten times worse!"

Standing back with his arms folded, Arthur contemplated Malfoy. "They touch a hair on Ron's head and each and every one of them will have to deal with me. Now, enough small talk." His look became hard and menacing again. "You tell me everything about this mission, and tell me the truth Malfoy. There are some very interesting Muggle gadgets here in this room, all designed for maximum pain," he smiled cruelly, "and you know how much I love anything to do with

Muggles..."

Draco sneered at Weasley. "I swore to serve The Dark Lord, and I will. You'll get nothing out of me."

Shrugging, Arthur walked around to the top of the table where Malfoy's arms were tied above his head. He flicked a lever and the bindings which were anchored to the wall behind, began to retract, stretching the captive�s arms. He waited until they had lengthened Malfoy's arms by a couple of inches before he stopped. "This is nothing Malfoy, just a taste. Still not talking?"

Draco closed his eyes and bit his lip as he felt the binding stretching his arms further above his head. It hadn't gone far enough to do any damage yet, but it made his back and arms ache. He od hid his eyes when it stopped and took a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling. "Never."

Arthur didn't think he would give in that easily and would have been disappointed if he had. He walked around to Malfoy's feet, flicked the lever there and watched as his legs were stretched. This time he left it stretch much further before flicking it off.
"If you want to be about seven foot tall, you're going the right way about it. Of course, by that time, you'll probably be dead. So, talk Malfoy, I'm losing my patience," he ended loudly. "Where will they have taken my son?"

The area where Draco was really feeling this stretching was his ribs and chest, but it ached all the way up his back and stomach, his shoulders, up his arms and all the way down his legs. It felt as if the muscles wanted to rip away from the bone. His eyes had watered as a reaction to the pain and he couldn't see very well. He closed them again and breathed through clenched teeth.
"Probably to a dungeon... or a bedroom... anywhere they can bend him over..." he said, trying to speak in a malicious, teasing manner, but sounding a bit too strained.

Arthur saw red at that, but told himself to calm down. If necessary, two could play at that game. He strode over to an odd contraption sitting up against a wall and picked it up. The Muggles called it a battery and clamps. Arthur had accidentally discovered its use by knocking himself out while playing with it once. Since then, he had found the right levels through trial and error. He rested it on the floor next to Malfoy, and used his wand to remove all of Malfoy's clothes. Smirking, he attached a clamp to each nipple.
"This sends bolts of what the Muggles call ekeltricity into your body, and it burns. Now, where would Ron be? Exactly."

Draco was more concerned with the fact that he was naked right now than he was at having clamps placed on his nipples, though it did sting. He had no idea what this ekeltricity stuff was so he was unconcerned. He frowned, very angry right now, and tried once again to move.
"I don't know... What the fuck do you think you're doing, Weasley?!"

"Oh, I'm just beginning Malfoy, by the time we're finished, I'll know every sordid little detail of your life, and that of your scum father." Arthur flicked the switch on the battery, sending a painfult tlt through the boy on the table. Draco had not been expecting that and as a result he could not hold back the loud squeal of pain as the jolt of burning electricity shot through his body, leaving his nipples stinging in a most horrible way.
"Want to start talking now? Or do I have to move the clamps to a more... delicate place?" His eyes travelled down the pale body to focus on his genitals. He raised an eyebrow, smirking and looked back at Malfoy's face.

Draco tried to move again, instinctively but once again, found himself completely immobile. He growled and glared at Arthur. "You wouldn't dare!"

Arthur growled, "Wouldn't I? I've dared enough already Malfoy, I don't plan on stopping until I know everything, so it�s your choice." Arthur removed the clamps from Malfoy's nipples and placed one onto the boy's flaccid penis thinking smugly that even Ron was bigger than that. The other he attached to the base of his scrotum. Another quick look at the disbelief on Malfoy's face and he flicked the switch again.

Draco screamed and thrashed about on the rack, hardly moving an inch. "Fuck!" He shouted when it stopped and tried to turn his head again. "Fuck you Weasley! I hope they fucking rip his cock off!"

Arthur flicked the switch again. "Not what I wanted to hear Malfoy."

He screamed again, and let out a sob of pain and frustration as he felt the electricity shoot through him again. His cock felt as if it had been held over a naked flame. "Alright... fuck... I'll tell you..." he panted.

"Good." Arthur removed the clamps and looked at the burn marks left by the ekeltricity. He smiled and rubbed his hand roughly over the boy's groin, irritating the burns. "Now, talk."

The pain was too intense for Draco to really be concerned with the fact that Weasley was touching his cock in such a way. He groaned pitifully at the touch, still stretched out painfully tight. "He's..." Draco stopped and bit his tongue. In truth he had no idea where they had taken the young Weasley, but if he could give the elder man a fake location then maybe he�d let him go. He narrowed his eyes as he thought but he could think of nowhere that wouldn�t give Voldemort and his father away and that was the last thing he wanted to do. He grunted against the pain and settled, instead, for, "He's probably being fucked raw right now..."
Arthur's grip reflexively tightened around Malfoy's cock at those words and his anger flared yet again. He snarled.
"Two can play at that game Malfoy. Like taking it up the arse do you? I certainly hope so."

Draco winced at the hand tightening around his cock, then frowned at the older man's words. "You... you wouldn't... you don't have it in you, Weasley..." he said, trying to sound firm in his convictions, but the slight twinge of fear was obvious in his voice.

Arthur merely sneered. Noticing what his hand was doing, a wicked grin crossed his face, and he gave a couple of experimental pumps of Malfoy's cock. He'd gone past the point of caring. If his Ron was being mishandled in any way... and of course he would be, they were Death Eaters for crying out loud!
With his wand he undid the bindings around Malfoy's ankles, and pushed his legs apart. Draco growled and instantly tried to kick Arthur away as soon as his ankles were unbound. He was able to move a little now, and that small freedom he had been given was a great relief. His back muscles all seemed to move back into place and the horrible ache was gone from his back, chest, ribs and legs, but it still lingered in his shoulders. "Don't you dare touch me, Weasley!"
This young pup had no idea what ur wur was capable of, and Arthur was in control. Arthur had the power here. That thought made his cock twitch. That thought was intoxicating. Power. He had it. And he revelled in it.

"You really have no say here, so I suggest you shut that mouth Malfoy. On second thoughts I might do it for you." Not releasing his hold, he reached and twisted a lever with his free hand.
The lever worked the settings for the metal binding around Malfoy's neck. Tightening it until he was sure the fel felt short of breath, he returned to teasing the cock in his hand. He used his wand and lifted each of Malfoy's legs and bound them securely via ropes, to hooks stuck in the wall behind his head. Now he had Malfoy's arse right where he wanted it, ready and waiting.

Not only was Draco's throat being constricted, now that he was bent up like this, it was even harder to breathe. His lungs were being crushed like this. He wheezed anied ied to struggle, managing only to squirm slightly on the rack. He was completely open and vulnerable now. Not able to close or lower his legs, he felt panic begin to sink in. Weasley actually meant to do this. All he could see in this position was Weasley's face and the look he saw in the man's eyes frightened him.

Arthur saw that at last the stupid brat felt afraid of him. Good, he was past asking questions now. He'd ask them later, after humiliating him. He debated whether or not to tighten the neck clamp even more, but decided against it. He didn't want Malfoy to pass out after all and not enjoy the show. He climbed up onto the table, undid his trousers and pulled out his own now very hard cock. He looked up at Malfoy and asked pleasantly, "Ready?"

"Stop it..." Draco gasped, eyes watering from the lack of oxygen and fear. He struggled again and winced as he felt sharp pain shoot down his arms and shoulders. "Please..."

"Too late for that I'm afraid. You shouldn't have opened that cocky mouth of yours. If Ron is getting this then so are you." Lifting Malfoy's hips a little Arthur plunged straight into his tight little arse without warning, pushing hard through the clenched muscles. "Mmm," he groaned. "Won�t be so nice and tight when I'm finished with you my boy," he laughed.

Draco screamed at the unwanted penetration and felt his body being crunched up even further. For a few moments it felt as if he couldn't breathe at all, then as he pushed back, he took in a deep breath and let out a small sob. "Please don't...."

Arthur ignored the plea; he may not have even heard it, and kept pounding away. He looked down at his cock slamming into Malfoy's arse and smiled. "Oh my, forgot the lube. Lucky that blood makes an�adequate substitute isn't it?" The sight of the blood had turned him on even more and he moved faster, grunting in satisfaction.

Draco wailed now, sobbing between gasping for breath, as every time Arthur thrust into him, his ribs and lungs were crushed, preventing any air from entering. He tried to turn his head; he didn't want to look at Arthur. He didn't want Arthur to look at him, but the metal bindings held him firmly in place and all he could do was close his eyes and shake as Arthur fucked him.

Arthur closed his eyes and began to speed up, knowing that shortly he would come, and the exquisite pleasure of the power in possessing this child by force would come to an end. Feeling the familiar tightening of his balls, he opened his eyes again to stare at Malfoy's face in triumph as he came into him, pumping his warm, sticky seed as far as he could.

As he felt Arthur climax inside him, Draco shuddered. Still panting and wheezing and sobbing, he opened his eyes to see Arthur still leering down at him qui quickly closed his eyes again and took a deep breath as he felt the older man slowly move back, giving him a little room to breathe once again. He took another deep breath and tried to let it out evenly, but all he managed to do was sob and groan in pain as he felt Arthur remove himself from his torn and bleeding entrance.

Arthur got back down off the table, cleaned up with a wand and re-dressed himself. He didn't help Malfoy of course, just left him bleeding, and sobbing. He did however, remove the bindings holding his legs, and loosen the clamp around his neck allowing him to breathe easier.
"I think that might be enough for today." He said cheerfully. "Your arse is really quite snug isn't it? I look forward to tomorrow's session. For now, you can enjoy the comforts of a room for the night, and we shall start again in the morning." Pointing his wand at Malfoy, he transformed him back into the pink pot plant for removal to the cell in the corner of the room.

Once he had placed it in there, he said `Finite Incantatum' and watched as the blonde emerged again. He turned from Malfoy to go back to his office, leaving the boy, broken and bleeding on the floor. At the door, he stopped, looked back and added. "Not so cocky now are you Malfoy?" he turned and left, locking the door behind him.
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