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Blackmail the Beast	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8503 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Malfoy appeared on his step ten minutes early, and Harry made him wait for three extra minutes, smirking to himself as he watched the clock, and ignored the repeated knocking. When he finally opened the door, Malfoy glared at him.
“I know you heard me knocking, bastard.” Malfoy snapped, pushing past him into the house, and starting up the stairs. Harry couldn’t seem to wipe the smile off his face as he let Malfoy lead him through his own house, back to the room they’d used previously.
“Aren’t we eager today?” He baited, eyes flicking around the room to check that everything was in order.
“Fuck you, Potter. I don’t fancy Granger or Weasley, or anyone coming along, and seeing me standing outside your door.” Malfoy huffed, turning to face him with eyes of fire.
“They know to owl, or Floo, first. I work strange hours, you know. Never know when I’ll be out, or having a nap, or… something else.” He said the last with a lick of his lips, looking Malfoy up and down, eager to get his clothes off, and touch him. Malfoy’s cheeks flushed a bit, and he glared harder.
“Well, if you have plans to have a nap, I’ll go home.” Malfoy snarked, making for the door. Harry caught him by the arm, and his foot shot out, kicking the door closed. He knew Kreacher wouldn’t appreciate him kicking the doors, but really, it was the least of what he had planned today. He’d have to give Kreacher some gift to make up for the cleaning he’d probably have to do. And buy new sheets afterward…
“Actually, I have plans I think you’ll enjoy.” Harry purred, pulling Malfoy toward the bed. “You can even keep your clothes on at first, if you like.”
He said it purely to disarm Malfoy, and it worked. Grey eyes met his, more confused than angry. Harry could feel the tension rolling off of him, and felt a wash of possessive glee at the knowledge that Malfoy hadn’t had sex with anyone since him, that despite his hostility, he was anticipating this as much as Harry was.
“What plans?” Malfoy finally asked, looking around the room with suspicion. Harry’s grin widened.
“First, I’m going to let you hurt me. Then, I’m going to tie you up, and fuck you until I feel I’ve gotten an even trade for the pain you cause. If I have to, I’ll keep you on that bed until I have to go to work on Monday, so keep that in mind when you’re deciding how much pain you want. But, I won’t heal myself before I fuck you, so you can still eat while I do.” Harry explained. Malfoy smiled a manic smile at the thought of getting to do whatever he wanted to Harry. Harry stood, waiting for Malfoy to decide where he wanted to start, feeling a tingle of fear at what he knew was going to be a horrifying start.
“Can I leave, and come back with tools?” Malfoy asked, his eyes shining with near crazed anticipation. Harry considered it.
“You have ten minutes, and I get veto power on what is actually used. Stick to the original rules, Malfoy. Nothing permanent, and nothing that my work robes can’t hide.”
Malfoy nodded, and rushed from the room, leaving Harry to glance at his watch again, listening as the door below opened and shut quickly. While Harry waited, he checked the room for the millionth time that day, making sure everything was where he’d put it.
The door below opened and closed, and Malfoy came dashing back up the stairs, and was slightly out of breath by the time Harry glanced at his watch, counting eight minutes, forty-three seconds. At least Malfoy was prompt. And eager. He was carrying a bag that he set on the vanity, and began pulling things out. Harry eyed each, contemplating it being used on him. He stood next to Malfoy, touching the tools of torture, trying to block from his mind what the obvious uses for certain ones were.
“The whip is fine.” Harry murmured, setting it aside, and beginning a pile of things he okayed. “This small knife, fine. The big one, only if you use it for length, and not depth. Pliers are a bit much. These are an absolute no.” He said the last while shoving an entire pile of tools meant for mutilation back in the bag they’d come from. One looked like a cigar cutter, and Harry fought to keep his face blank as he tried not to imagine the victims these had been used on.
“This one’s my favorite.” Malfoy breathed, holding up a metal tool for Harry to make a decision on. Harry inspected it, taking it from Malfoy, examining it more closely.
“What’s it do?” Harry asked, unable to find some pain-causing function of the tiny metal clip. It almost looked like the muggle bag clips, but smaller.
“Clip it to yourself.” Malfoy instructed, and Harry did so without hesitation, letting it pinch the tip of his finger, trusting Malfoy, perhaps foolishly, not to let him seriously harm himself.
Harry breathed, frowning at the clip, and looked back at Malfoy, about to deride the prank. A jolt of pure pain hit him, lightning fast, and over before he could finish gasping. Malfoy shivered violently next to him, grinning.
“That’s all it-” Harry’s words were cut off as it hit him again. It felt like electricity, he realized, a split second shockwave spreading out from the clip, but after the first shock, not too overpowering.
“All it does?” He finished, pulling the clip off his hand, and handing it back.
“Yeah.” Malfoy smiled happily, taking it back, and producing three more. Harry stared at the group of them, a bit horrified.
“They’re fine.” Harry agreed, to his own detriment, knowing that he had no real reason to dispute them. He COULD take all four, he knew. He just wouldn’t like it. He smirked to himself, silently deciding that if Malfoy really did put all four on him at once, he’d return the favor when it was his turn.
“Take your shirt off.” Malfoy began, his fingers skimming over his toys. Harry grudgingly removed the piece of clothing, and swallowed nervously. This was going to hurt. “Lie facedown on the bed.”
Malfoy picked up the whip, and Harry did as ordered, struggling against his instincts to push Malfoy down under him. He’d get his, later. Harry closed his eyes, and focused on the sounds as Malfoy uncoiled the whip. He heard it cutting through the air a moment later, and yelped as it struck his back. He’d started harder than Harry had expected, and Harry tried to force himself to relax, even as the second lash came down. He heard Malfoy hiss with glee, and clenched his teeth, determined not to shout again. The third strike was lower, and Harry’s hiss matched Malfoy’s. Three came in quick succession, and Harry groaned, doing his best not to flinch too much. The more he expressed now, the more Malfoy would expect him to react. His breath was shaky, and his back felt like it was on fire, but another blow didn’t come. Harry opened his eyes, and turned to look at Malfoy, watching him going over the tools, a shiver wracking him as Harry moved.
“Do you realize you shiver when you feel someone’s pain?” Harry asked, his voice feeling strange in his throat.
Malfoy looked at him, and blinked.
“Yes. Besides catching us torturing someone, it’s one of the only ways to tell what we are.” He picked up the large knife, and approached the bed, getting closer than he had with the whip. “Turn over.”
Harry complied, wincing as he rolled onto his flayed back. Maloy shivered as he knelt next to him, and picked up his arm. The same one he’d sliced up last week. Instead of sinking the knife into it, though, he was inspecting it, and Harry realized he was gauging how it was healing. His malicious smile told Harry there was more than concern to the inspection. Malfoy straddled his hips, pinning him down, and Harry shivered a little himself as Malfoy’s free hand braced on his ribs. He loved being touched, even when he knew the knife was soon to follow.
“Don’t move.”
Harry obeyed, eyes on the large knife that came to rest on his skin. The blade was half a foot long, and if he really wanted, Malfoy could kill him quickly. Harry let his arms rest flat on the bed, determined not to flinch, or show any fear. Malfoy wouldn’t kill him.
Malfoy’s hand was quick and steady, his eyes sharp and hungry as he drew blood in a pattern that Harry couldn’t properly see, but Harry knew, KNEW, that he was carving words into his flesh. They’d disappear in a week or less, so he affected an unconcerned expression, and held completely still, watching Malfoy’s face and body as he absorbed the quick flickering pain and the building burning sensation in Harry’s back. All the while, Harry planned what he was going to do to exact payment from Malfoy for this. When he dropped the large knife to the sheets, and scurried to grab something else, Harry tried to get a look at what was written on him.
“You’re an arsehole, you know that?” Harry growled, able to clearly read the word ‘monster’ scratched into his skin.
Malfoy shrugged, and knelt back on the bed, hovering over Harry with the same crazy smile. Harry eyed the clips he held, and fought his own smile, silently daring Malfoy to use all four. The first, Malfoy smirked, and clipped to Harry’s left nipple, waiting for the first shot of stinging pain to shoot through them both before he placed the second to mirror the first. Harry tried, but couldn’t stop the groan that escaped him as the dual sparks of pain flowed through him. Malfoy trembled above him, eyes scanning for a spot to clip the third as he enjoyed the pain from the first two. The third clipped to Harry’s bottom lip, and the weight of it pulled his lips apart, curling his lower ohe slightly. As they shocked him at uneven intervals, Malfoy’s eyes travelled over him, fourth clip in hand, seeming not even to hear the hiss that Harry made from the clips stinging his sensitive skin. It was worse than it had been on his finger, he decided, and grudgingly felt respect for Malfoy’s use of softer skin to make it hurt worse. He knew his craft, at least.
Malfoy’s smile widened as he slid off of Harry, and it took the brunet a moment to realize that he was undoing his pants. That son of a bitch, Harry thought as Malfoy slid his hand inside, and clipped the fourth and final clasp right on his cock, pinching enough skin on the underside to stay in place. The lightning pain swept over him, radiating to encompass almost his whole body, and he arched, bringing another wave of pain to the marks on his back and chest. He heard Malfoy moan at that, and forced his eyes open after the pain lessened, to see Malfoy holding the small knife, eager to use it, too. It almost looked more frightening than the large one had, and the way Malfoy held it did not bode well. He grasped it like a scalpel, and sat on the bed next to Harry, licking his lips to wet them as he looked from Harry’s spread arms, to his carved chest, and the clips still causing him waves of anguish. Harry was panting from the effort of not flailing and screaming every time the clips shocked him, and the sheets rubbed his raw back.
Malfoy’s eyes skimmed him, almost tangibly as he considered where to use his last tool. Harry stayed as silent as he could, grunting with the occasional shock as Malfoy brought the knife to skin. He stabbed it as deep as it would go into Harry’s upper arm, drawing a well of blood when he pulled it out, and Harry whimpered at the feeling, finally overcome as it all became too much, and he cried out, hands balled into fists, and back arching off the bed as the next wave of pain hit him. His toes curled, and he felt tears prick his eyes as the small knife sank into him again, perfectly counter-timed with the clips, keeping him in constant, racking pain. It wasn’t as bad as the cruciatus, he remembered, but it was enough. He couldn’t stop his voice from expressing the anguish, and even his best efforts couldn’t keep his body still as Malfoy slid the knife even more slowly through the flesh of his stomach, piercing clear through an inch of flat skin with the small blade.
When he pulled it free, Harry didn’t give him a chance to stick it somewhere else. He grabbed his wrist with one hand while his other pulled the clips free. Malfoy met his eyes for the first time since he’d brought the clips over, and Harry growled at him wordlessly, easily forcing him down and pinning the blond beneath him. He pressed their lips together, taking the first dose of retaliation as he tossed the small knife across the room. Malfoy kissed him back eagerly, hands grabbing at his back, causing more ripples of pain through Harry that he shivered as he absorbed.
“I don’t know why, but for some reason, I was expecting you to go slower and make it last longer.” Harry admitted, looking down at the bloody mess of his body rubbing off on Malfoy’s clothes. Malfoy didn’t seem to care, and smirked.
“That was slow.” He confessed wickedly. “I was being careful not to hurt you, but usually, I start with the knives, and end with something barely resembling a human.”
Harry made a face at the imagery, but comparing it to his state, he supposed he could see Malfoy’s point. He rolled his shoulders, teasing Malfoy with the stinging pain from the whip, and the way the movement pulled at the words carved on his chest. Malfoy shivered in response as Harry inspected the bleeding wounds, making sure none were bleeding too badly for him to leave. He lifted his eyebrows, surprised that Malfoy had managed to keep them from being too bad, despite the way he’d been single-mindedly focused.
After he’d determined that none would need attention until after he’d eaten, he grabbed for Malfoy again, yanking his clothes off, ignoring the pain that every movement caused. Malfoy was still clearly enjoying it, though. He writhed every time Harry ached, and Harry was just glad he wasn’t trying to convince Harry to let him keep going. Harry manhandled the blond into position. Malfoy lay sprawled beneath him, and he reached up, taking one wrist, and looping the cuff secured to the corner of the bed around his wrist. Malfoy looked a bit startled at the feeling, but didn’t yank his hand away. Harry smirked down at him with an ‘I told you this was going to happen’ look.
Harry secured his other wrist, and then moved to his feet, securing Malfoy at the ankles. He left just enough slack that he could move Malfoy’s legs if he needed, but that he couldn’t get away at all. With Malfoy secured, he kicked the rest of his own clothes off, and knelt over his trapped meal. His lips quickly found skin, and he kissed his way down Malfoy’s torso, straight to the quickly growing erection between his legs. Harry took it into his mouth easily. Slowly and with each movement precise and controlled, he pleasured Malfoy.
Malfoy writhed beneath him, none of the inhibitions or reservations he’d felt before seemed to be present, and Harry wondered if it was something about feeding that made him more relaxed, more open. Or maybe it was being bound to the bed was making him feel like he didn’t have to bother putting on the usual display of denial, since it would be useless? Whatever the reason, Harry fought a grin as Malfoy writhed, shivering with the occasional burst of pain from Harry’s wounds, and moaning softly as Harry’s tongue swirled around his sex. His hips thrust upward, silently pleading for more, and Harry obliged, taking the shaft easily into his throat, enjoying the musky flavor, and the ripples of pleasure his tongue absorbed. He loved using his mouth, eating the little eddies of desire like ice cream, lapping up the different flavors of enjoyment.
He’d rarely had the same partner as many times as he’d had Malfoy, and never consecutively, and he felt wonder at the small differences he could tell. Most people had a different flavor to them, but he’d never before been able to taste the different flavors a single person had. Even the first two meals he’d made of Malfoy, he hadn’t been quite so aware of the blond’s minor changes in pleasure. Sure he could always tell the big changes, how much pleasure they felt, what they liked, and when they were close. This time, he felt like every small change in Malfoy’s energy was tangible. He could feel the tiny shivering waves of pleasure that took him with Harry’s twinges of pain. He could taste the shy, embarrassed desire that was building from being cuffed to the bed. Harry knew that Malfoy wasn’t fighting as hard against the aphrodisiac effect of his touches. He was sinking into it like a familiar blanket, letting his shame and reservations blur in the haze of lust.
Harry sucked diligently on the cock, strengthening the drunken feeling his skin instilled, bringing Malfoy right to the edge of orgasm. When he stopped, Malfoy whined with desperation, his hips bucking, his arms finally tugging at the binding, but not to get away.
“Fuck, why’d you stop?” The question from Malfoy surprised him, and he looked up, meeting a needy grey gaze. He grinned, not bothering to answer. He had ways to torture, too, without making Malfoy hurt. Harry dipped his head lower, licking a single stroke down Malfoy’s sac, his hands shoving pale legs aside so his head could delve between. Harry felt no qualms about bringing pleasure to his partners, in any way necessary, so when he slid his tongue along the tight hole, there was no disgust, or shame. There was only the flavor, the wiggling of Malfoy’s body protesting the intimate invasion.
“What the hell!” Malfoy practically shouted, but his wiggling was useless. Harry had him trapped, and with just a few strokes of his tongue, he’d applied liberal lubrication to the hole he was going to use. He licked his way back to the hard shaft, ignoring Malfoy’s grumbling humiliation, and slid his fingers through his own saliva, teasing the slick opening. Malfoy tensed, his jaw clenched, and Harry distracted him with deft dip of his head, wrapping his lips around the hard column. He bobbed his head as he fingered him, drawing slow circles with his single fingertip, and slowly, he slid his finger inside. Malfoy arched slightly, in both pleasure and emotional distress, and Harry sucked him down his throat, bringing him to the cusp of orgasm once more. He slowed, focusing on his finger inside the tight cavity, sliding it out, and further in with each pass. Malfoy moaned slightly, and Harry added another finger, stretching him, even though he doubted if Malfoy would really feel the sting of being unprepared. He tilted his fingers up and fucked Malfoy with his hand until he came close a third time. When Harry pulled away, Malfoy struggled harder, whining longingly. Harry kissed his way up Malfoy’s chest, pausing to pay attention to a nipple. He licked a slow circle around it, and suckled gently at the tiny center. His teeth scraped gently, and Malfoy jerked in surprise. Harry continued on his path, kissing toward his collar bone, and then to his neck. Malfoy was practically bursting with sensation by the time Harry reached his earlobe, and nibbled. He pulled at his bonds, and whined, unable to voice what he wanted, but clearly unhappy with the teasing. Harry kissed him lightly on the lips, pulling his head away as Malfoy tried to press forward and deepen it.
“Patience...” Harry murmured, sliding his hands across the mass of skin below him. “We’ll get there.”
Malfoy glared in response, but it wasn’t his usual hateful and humiliated glare. It was a glare of impatience and annoyance. Harry smirked, and sat up, using his fingers to play with the man’s nipples, pinching, twisting and pulling until Malfoy cried out. His fingers slid down, and he skimmed them over the swollen head of Malfoy’s cock, catching a bead of precum. He brought his finger to Malfoy’s lips, and waited, testing if he’d do it without being told to. Malfoy’s eyes found his, and he stared, eyes flickering back and forth between Harry’s searching for something.
His tongue darted out, and he tentatively licked the flavor of himself from Harry’s fingers, his cheeks flaming red. Harry grinned, and shoved his fingers into the open mouth, encouraging Malfoy to lick all of it off. When he was satisfied that Malfoy had tasted every bit of it, he drug his wet fingers down his chin, chest, and belly. When he reached the erection, he gave it a few pumps as a reward for Malfoy’s cooperation, but stopped before Malfoy could even thrust into the motion.
His fingers fondled tight balls, and ran down alabaster thighs, soaking in the feeling of his skin, the need that Malfoy was submerged in. He noticed little droplets of blood on the pale body, his blood, dripping from the shallow wounds, but he ignored them. They would need a bath when he was done, blood or no.
Harry touched and teased Malfoy until he was writhing with every caress, his body twitching with the need to cum. Harry wrapped his fingers around the shaft once more, and brought Malfoy to a shaking orgasm, finally letting him release onto his own stomach. Not out of sympathy for his desperation, though.
Harry caught a load of the semen in his hand, and brought it up to Malfoy’s mouth, letting the white droplets drip onto Malfoy’s lips. Malfoy’s eyes had been closed, and his tongue darted out reflexively, licking the sensation away before he realized what it was. Then his eyes shot open, the sex-high waning with his climax, he realized what Harry was doing. Harry grabbed his jaw with his clean hand, and held him still, daring him to open his mouth and say something. Malfoy resisted the urge to complain, and Harry smiled. He loved when Malfoy chose the difficult way to do things. A flicker of fear crossed Malfoy’s face at Harry’s malevolent smile, but it was replaced quickly with disgust as Harry pressed his fingers to Malfoy’s lips, smearing the cum across his mouth and chin. Malfoy pressed his lips tightly together, trying to keep from getting it in his mouth as Harry defiled him. His head jerked, trying to pull out of Harry’s grasp.
“Open your mouth, or it’ll be worse.” Harry threatened, but Malfoy refused, too lucid to give up his pretense of dignity without a struggle. Harry’s grin widened.
He dipped his hand to the cooling white puddle on Malfoy’s stomach as he smeared as much of the mess as he could onto that single hand. He pressed it back to Malfoy’s face, transferring the ejaculate to Malfoy’s skin, loving that it smeared across half his face as Malfoy tried to jerk away again. His wet hand moved to cover Malfoy’s mouth and nose, and he cut off the man’s air, suffocating him while he thrashed beneath. The rattling of the metal links on the cuffs and the muffled sound of his protests were music to Harry’s ears, and even though the effort of controlling Malfoy’s struggling body sent sharp beats of pain through his own, Malfoy made it worth it.
Harry released him, and he gasped in a breath, his mouth gaping as Harry dove his fingers inside, curling them around Malfoy’s tongue, forcing him to taste what he’d refused. Malfoy’s lips snapped shut, and Harry felt the sharp bite of teeth on his fingers.
“Don’t you DARE bite me, or this will be the last time I let you cum.” Harry warned. It was the only warning the blond would get on the matter. Malfoy glared, but his teeth loosened, leaving just his lips tight around Harry’s fingers, his tongue struggling to push the digits out. Harry slipped his fingers in and out, using them to fuck the difficult mouth, knowing the motion itself would sting Malfoy’s pride. By the end of the weekend, he hoped Malfoy wouldn’t have a shred of it left.
He pulled his fingers out, and slid his saliva-and-cum covered hand across Malfoy’s face, and into his hair. He used his new grip to hold Malfoy’s head still, and let go of his jaw, slipping his one clean hand down to his filthy middle, and brought more of the seed to Malfoy’s lips. Malfoy obeyed easier this time, fearful of Harry’s threat, and realizing there was no getting out of it, anyway. His tongue lapped at his cum, and his lips suckled gently, cleaning the hand Harry offered him. Pleased, Harry pulled his fingers away and kissed him, tasting it still on Malfoy’s tongue. He was astonished when Malfoy kissed him back, his lips and tongue matching Harry’s, his eyes closed, his body relaxed slightly. Harry nipped at his tongue, and added grabbing hands into fray, smearing what was left on them down Malfoy’s body as he touched him back into a frenzy. His fingers pinched sensitive nipples, and his palm brushed the flaccid cock, bringing it back to life slowly as he settled between Malfoy’s legs, his own rigid arousal brushing bare skin as he moved.
He pressed the head of it into the now-dry cleft, and considered. He’d said the more he ate, the less pain he felt. And it wasn’t like the damn zannie wasn’t a masochist, anyway. Harry pushed forward, fighting the friction of the dry skin, and had to work his way slowly into the blond, back and forth, until he was totally inside him. Malfoy winced, but didn’t make a sound, so Harry knew it wasn’t too bad, at least not yet. As soon as he was in, he began fucking him, fast, and hard, and hot. Malfoy groaned then, not expecting the fast, dry discomfort with the pleasure. He tried to scoot up, away from the uncomfortable penetration, and Harry grabbed his hips, keeping him in place as he forced the searing sex into gratification. He could feel the wave of raw enjoyment coming from Malfoy, a sort of visceral enjoyment that had nothing to do with actual pleasure, and everything to do with the way Harry was abusing him. He liked the rough, demanding way Harry took him, and knowing that made Harry play into it. He hunched over the shivering body and grabbed a handful of his hair. He jerked the head back, and sank his teeth into Malfoy’s throat, bruising the soft skin. Malfoy groaned, the sound slightly strangled by Harry’s bite. Harry growled, swallowing the groan, and the surge of secret joy that followed.
Harry thrust faster, and pulled harder at the hair in his grasp, drinking in the rolling waves of burning pleasure. Malfoy let out a soft moan, and Harry felt him shiver as Harry’s bloody chest rubbed his, causing tendrils of fire to envelop the letters there. He bit harder, getting even for the pain Malfoy was enjoying, but it only made Malfoy moan louder, and tug at his bonds, trying to touch Harry. Harry licked the bruise he’d made, and pulled himself free of the grasping warmth. He moved up Malfoy’s body, and knelt over his chest, taking his dick in hand, he rubbed it across Malfoy’s cheek, bringing it to his lips. Malfoy trembled, but his lips opened, and his eyes squeezed closed as he licked Harry. Harry slid the tip into his mouth, and grabbed two fistfulls of his hair, bringing his head forward and back. Malfoy’s lips closed as well as they could over the motion, and Harry groaned, fucking the wet mouth faster and faster, shoving himself in deeper until Malfoy was gagging. His eyes were watering, and it was starting to make his nose run. Harry watched a trail of spittle drip down Malfoy’s chin, and he added to it, spitting his own saliva onto his shaft, mixing it with Malfoy’s as he held the blond’s head down, and thrust with his hips. Harry let the pleasure overcome him, and came with a groan, releasing the first few bursts of his orgasm right into Malfoy’s throat. He held the face still as he pulled out, keeping Malfoy trapped as he splattered his tongue and face.
When he finally finished, he looked down at the mess he’d made, and grinned. Malfoy’s face was shining, partly with sweat, partly with cum, tears, and saliva. His grey eyes were stormy, his cheeks bright red, and his mouth twisted into an angry frown. Harry smiled benevolently down at him, not fooled in the least. He slid back into a more comfortable position, so he was lying spread out across Malfoy again, and could bring their faces together. Malfoy turned his head away, refusing to kiss him, so Harry licked a swath up his cheek, instead, swallowing his own cream.
“That’s disgusting.” Malfoy snarled, but Harry felt his cock twitch in response. He bit his own lip, staring down at the disgraceful state of his victim. It made him want more. He wanted to both break Malfoy, and for him to never change. He loved the way Malfoy pretended not to like it, but he needed Malfoy to understand that no matter how Harry defiled him, it wasn’t something he’d be spreading rumors about, or selling to a gossip column. Harry grabbed his sloppy face, and took another tongueful of the salty sap, and pressed his lips to Malfoy’s, sharing the taste between them, enforcing the idea that he wasn’t alone in his depravity. He may pretend not to like it, but Harry had no such compunction. He loved this kind of forbidden pleasure, lived for it, and didn’t feel even an ounce of shame at it. It was just what he was.
“Do you prefer the taste of me, or yourself?” Harry asked lewdly, scooping a few more ounces of his mess into Malfoy’s mouth. He didn’t expect Malfoy to spit it back at him, and blinked in surprise as he licked his lips, clearing what he could of the insult.
“Fuck you, Potter.” Malfoy snapped, as Harry glared down at him, considering different punishments. First, he’d need to teach Malfoy that he didn’t ever lose his own games. He wiped more into Malfoy’s mouth, and covered it, keeping him from spitting it out.
“Swallow. Now.” His voice was steel, and Malfoy glared up at him, but obeyed, his adam’s apple bobbing. Harry let his mouth go, and gave him a stern look. “I expect you to swallow it every time, without being told again.”
“Get fucked!” Malfoy shouted up at him, struggling against the bonds. Harry could feel his arousal surging and waning, and Harry stared down at him, thoughtful. He was turned on, but he was fighting it. He didn’t care if Malfoy wanted to struggle, if he wanted to grasp at vanity and pride afterward, but this awful way he was fighting his excitement was absolutely unbearable. The drastic rise and fall of his enthusiasm as he mentally struggled against enjoying the degradation almost made Harry nauseous. That was unacceptable.
He slapped Malfoy across his wet cheek, and grabbed him firmly, one hand on his neck, the other in his hair. Malfoy would learn, or Harry would enjoy re-teaching him the same lesson every time he fed. And he would teach him in the harshest way possible.
“Getting fucked is your part of this, Malfoy.” He growled, choking the air from the blond, making his face turn red, and his cock twitch with controversial titillation. “That’s all I need from you, is the use of your pretty little holes. I don’t HAVE to make you cum, and I don’t have to feed you while I get off. You being a masochistic cockslut is just a massive bonus for me. Scream in denial, if you want, pretend you’re not getting worked up by this, but don’t EVER fight it. Don’t forget, Draco, I own you, and if I can’t feed from you, then you’re useless.”
He released the blond to a shuddering gasp of breath, and he felt the rush of pure bliss that came with it. He could deny it until he was blue in the face, but as silver eyes met green, they both knew he enjoyed it. The ripples of desire that came from Malfoy changed slightly as he looked up at Harry, and Harry leaned down, kissing him, tasting the change, trying to identify it. Malfoy kissed him back slowly, as if he wasn’t sure whether he was expected to fight more, or give up, and was terrified of doing the wrong thing.
“Stop thinking. Just respond however you WANT. Do what feels good. Lie back and enjoy it, or fight back. Just don’t smother the fire.” Harry tried to explain, his hands touching and pinching at Malfoy’s chest, adding to the fire he meant. Harry kissed him again, sweeping his tongue around Malfoy’s mouth, his hands absorbing the same changed flavor. It felt steadier, more dense. It grew larger, and he closed his eyes, letting it flow through him as his hand fell to Malfoy’s sex, jerking more of the energy forward. It tasted like affection. Like admiration, and friendship. Pure, constant emotion. He loved it, and drank it in for a moment, before deciding to test it. He leaned over to the nightstand, and opened the top drawer, leaving it open as he pulled a muggle marker out. Malfoy looked at it, clearly confused.
“This is something muggles created. I think you’ll like it.” Harry purred, and almost laughed when Malfoy tried to squeeze his legs shut. He pulled the cap off with his teeth, and leaned over Malfoy’s chest, wiping away the blood that he’d gotten on him. When he was clean enough, Harry pressed the tip of the marker to him, and began writing large black semi-permanent letters across the white skin. When he was finished, he grinned, and Malfoy craned his neck to look down at himself. His frown grew with every word he managed to read.
“It says ‘Pain-loving cockslut’, and ‘property of Harry Potter’. It’ll wash off in about a week.” Harry promised, recapping the marker, and setting it back in the drawer. He might decide to add to the signs later.
“Oh, fuck you, Potter!” Malfoy struggled against his bonds again, and Harry just pointed to the word ‘Monster’ carved into his chest.
“Just keeping things fair, Draco.”
“Next time, I’m going to carve MUCH worse into you, you fucking dick!”
“As long as it’s not permanent.” Harry shrugged, and pulled the next toy from it’s hidden place in the drawer.
“What the fuck is THAT?” Malfoy demanded, struggling harder to get away, even as his anticipation skyrocketed. He knew what it was. Interesting. Harry just smirked, not bothering to answer, and continued pulling things from the drawer. He did it slowly, deliberately setting each new tool where Draco could see them, enjoying the way he could feel the other’s anticipation ratchet higher with each new addition. When he finally closed the door, and turned to the blond, he offered him a benevolent smile.
“I think we’ll start with the blindfold.” Harry drawled, pitching his voice low, purposefully dropping it to a tone that he knew would send shivers up his partner’s spine.
“This isn’t fair. I didn’t do any of this to you!” Malfoy argued, struggling once more at the bonds securing his joints. Harry looked down at his erection, and then met Malfoy’s eyes.
“Well, it’s not like I’m going to get anything from hurting you, exactly as you did me.” Harry leaned over his victim, and brought the blindfold to his head, fastening it easily in place, even through Draco’s wiggling protestations. “And anyway, you’ll like this.”
He whispered it in Malfoy’s ear, savoring the shudder of anxious anticipation that racked him. He picked up the thick metal ring, and worked it into place around Malfoy’s base, trapping his cock and balls in the cool embrace of steel. Malfoy whimpered slightly, but said nothing. He’d seen what Harry had taken out, he knew exactly how Harry was going to prepare him. Harry grinned, and picked up the next small steel ring. He had to pry Malfoy’s mouth open to get it in, but when it was secured to his face, Harry looked down at him, savoring the sight. Mouth forced constantly open, blindfolded, and his swollen cock only getting harder as the blood was refused exit. He looked almost perfect. Harry picked the marker back up, and began writing once more, scrawling the words ‘fuck me’ on Malfoy’s lower belly, just above his groin. Malfoy could feel the marker on his skin, and wiggled, doing his best to destroy whatever Harry wrote, but Harry sat on him, keeping him as still as possible as he worked. He tossed the marker down, and picked up his next instrument. He repositioned himself, and sat between Malfoy’s legs, keeping them spread with his body, enough so that he could easily see what he was doing.
Malfoy tried to speak through the gag, but Harry decided to not decipher it.
“Sorry, you seem to have something in your mouth. Can’t understand you.” He teased, letting his skilled hands trail down Malfoy’s hip. He cupped his balls gently, rolling them, giving him just a bit of pleasure before he kept going, caressing one thigh, tracing his fingers right to the splayed, sticky mess he’d left of Draco’s ass. He gently prodded the hole, watching Draco’s response with glee, and hunger. He wasn’t starving, but gods, he loved binging. He’d have to go slower than last time, if he wanted it to last any length of time. He didn’t really want to kill Malfoy on accident. He’d proven to be far too fun, and far to valuable as a consistent source of sex.
He removed his finger, and replaced it with the cold metal toy. Malfoy shivered as it pressed into him, and his hips moved, trying to get away from the frigid steel. Harry kept on, pressing it into the already slick hole, knowing it would warm up to his body temperature in no time. If it was a little uncomfortable until then… All the better to keep Malfoy’s thoughts centered right where he wanted them. He felt the wash of uncomfortable pleasure that came as he slid the plug into place, and he grinned. When he let it go, Malfoy wiggled, trying to dislodge it, and Harry chuckled, a low, satisfied sound.
“It’s not coming out. And you’re not getting loose. Would you like me to tell you what I’m going to do, or do you prefer the surprise?” Harry asked, giving Malfoy a moment to consider.
“Huuhii.” Malfoy managed through the gag.
“Surprise?” Harry clarified, a bit surprised himself. Malfoy nodded, his cheeks dark again as he wriggled, unfamiliar with the sensation of being blind, helpless, and thoroughly enjoying it. “Alright.” Harry agreed, smirking. He left the bed, and heard Malfoy breath in question. He didn’t like Harry leaving, it posed more possibilities than he could anticipate for. But when he heard Harry going through the bag of tools he’d brought for himself, he seemed to panic. He thrashed, tugged, garbled, and tossed his head about, trying to escape what was coming. But Harry saw the way his cock twitched. He watched carefully, and could FEEL the tenor or fear that was merely heightening Malfoy’s arousal. Even more interesting.
He pulled a few things free, and carried them back to the bed, sitting on Malfoy’s hips to keep him from thrashing so violently. Harry didn’t chastise him, though. He loved the vigor that infused each one of Malfoy’s struggles. He started with one of the pain clips, snapping it easily to one of Malfoy’s nipples. Malfoy grunted, and shuddered as the first wave of electifying agony, and in turn, a massive crash of pleasure, tore through him.
“Have you ever used these on yourself?” Harry asked, full of curiosity. Had Malfoy ever even realized he got off on pain before Harry had shown him?
Malfoy shook his head. Harry ginned as another twitch of pain filled him, and sent the feeling of enjoyment through to Harry. Harry clipped the next one in place, and let him feel the duality of them going off at different times. He writhed, his chest coming up off the bed, and Harry licked his way up Malfoy’s throat, adding to the sensations plaguing the sightless man.
He rolled to the side, watching Malfoy suffer for a few moments, drinking in small whirls of his ecstasy with his fingertips tracing patterns along his skin. Malfoy was writhing and moaning, his head thrown back in desperation, and Harry knew it was time to progress. He picked up the third clip, and latched it to Malfoy’s scrotum, letting it snap painfully onto the sensitive sac. Malfoy jerked, and then his moan filled the room as the three clips tortured him. A sheen of sweat was forming on his skin, and Harry licked at it, tasting the salt, knowing that the slight stinging of it against his already healing wounds was only adding to Malfoy’s rapture. Harry picked up the fourth clip, considering. He HAD promised he’d use all four if Malfoy had done the same, but… he wasn’t sure if it would cross that threshold of spoiling the pleasure. He licked his lips, watching Malfoy twitch, and pant. There really was no denying that he was a masochist at this point. Pure and total, pain loving cockslut. Harry slid his hand down between Malfoy’s legs, and fiddled with the plug still stuck inside Malfoy. He pushed and pulled at it, keeping no rhythm, simply toying with the blond, bringing him near the brink of orgasm. As Malfoy’s hips canted into the motion of being played with, Harry pulled his hand away from the toy, and brought both hands to Malfoy’s cock. He gave a single, unsatisfactory jerk of it, and pinched a small bit of foreskin, lifting it, so he could clamp the fourth and final pain clip onto him.
As they worked in tandem, Malfoy’s voice was nearly a scream and Harry grinned down at his artwork. Malfoy writhed, the spiking, electric pain still not overwhelming Draco’s pleasure, and Harry almost wanted more clips, to see at what point the pain became TOO much for Malfoy to enjoy. Harry slid his hand slowly, and loosely down the slick shaft, not giving quite enough for Malfoy to finish, but drinking in the waves of enjoyment. He licked another trail through the sweat on Malfoy’s chest, and removed one the the clips on his nipple to harshly nip at the small bud, before he replaced it. Malfoy’s hips were bucking desperately, and Harry brough his mouth up to the gag. He licked and explored the open mouth, suckling at one lip, nipping at Malfoy’s tongue. When he felt he knew every inch of the wet space, he pulled away, careful to remove as much of his skin from Malfoy’s as he could. Slowly, he reminded himself. He slid two of his fingers into Malfoy’s mouth and played with his tongue, tugging at the slippery muscle, rubbing his fingertips closer to the back of Malfoy’s throat until he gagged. He could fele the small twinge of self-consciousness that came with the enjoyment of Malfoy tasting his fingers, and being at his mercy. But the blond’s humiliation was like a small drop in an ocean of sensations, and feeling. Harry drank in everything, tasting each new flavor, savoring the familiar ones, and relishing the overpowering few.
“How fast do you think you’d cum if I slid my cock into you, Draco?” Harry asked, fighting the urge to do just that. Malfoy was spread before him like an offering, slick and desperate, his body screaming for a climax that Harry was refusing him. Malfoy grunted in response, not bothering to try to form words. Harry licked the sweat from his jawline, and sucked at the salty neck, letting his hands flick at the clips torturing Draco’s nipples. Draco whimpered at the stimulation, and Harry slid away from the bed again, standing, painfully hard himself, watching Draco’s delightful torture for a few moments. The blind face followed him, confused by his departure, but unable to say anything about it as he gasped and groaned at the pain he was left with. Harry stood for a few moment, letting the influence of his druglike touched wane from Malfoy’s system, letting the masochist feel the pain fully for the first time, without his incubus-induced euphoria. Harry could tell the feelings were sharper without his muddling influence, but to his further astonishment, the sharpness of the pain did nothing to quell the desire, or the way Malfoy’s cock twitched every time one of the clips abused him. He could still feel the waves of bliss and need rolling off the other, and Harry cocked his head, watching a few moments more as Malfoy suffered.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Harry asked quietly, picking up the smaller of the two knives Malfoy had used on him. Malfoy groaned in response. Harry slid the knife across his own palm, watching the slight shiver of it go through Malfoy, between his suffering, pleasured throes.
“I can leave you like that, if you want. Until you cum on your own.” Harry threatened, and Malfoy whined, pulling at his restraints desperately. He definitely didn’t want to wait.
“Or, I can fuck you, we can both cum, and I can leave you there afterwards, until I’m ready to use you again.” Harry offered meanly. He knew, neither option was a good one for Malfoy. But both were good for him. Malfoy groaned loudly, hating his choices, and shook his head. But when he tried to speak through the gag, his mumbles were cut off by a loud moan of agony-filled lust. Harry grinned.
“Alright, number two it is.” He decided, and approached the bed once more, climbing between Malfoy’s spread legs. Malfoy made it clear it did NOT appreciate harry deciding for him, but as Harry pulled the toy out of him, and began sliding his cock slowly, deeply into the hole, Malfoy’s opinion was lost. A long, low groan escaped him, and Harry matched it, enjoying the wet heat that surrounded him. Harry kept his pace slow, savoring the sensations of Malfoy’s twitching, overwhelmed body. As Malfoy sank into the pleasure completely, Harry wrapped his fingers around the pale throat, adding one more layer to the multitude that were driving Malfoy crazy. Harry couldn’t fucking stand it anymore. He pulled the blindfold off of Malfoy, NEEDING to see his expression, to look into his eyes, and see exactly how far gone he was.
Malfoy squinted at the sudden light, and looked up at Harry, his eyes darting around, taking in the sight of the brunet above him, completely in control, and giving him everything he needed. The fresh cut on Harry’s hand was pressing to Malfoy’s sweaty skin, making it sting terribly, and making Malfoy shiver with delight. He felt Malfoy’s orgasm start, and squeezed harder. Malfoy’s eyes rolled back into his head, and his hips returned Harry’s movements, practically fucking himself on Harry’s cock. Harry let go, to Malfy’s gasping in air, and as the new wave of bliss took him, Harry let his hand fly, slapping a bloody red mark across Malfoy’s cheek. Malfoy jerked at the sudden strike, and Harry felt the surge the blond’s enjoyment as his orgasm began to dwindle. He fucked every last ounce of it from Malfoy’s body before he pulled himself free, intent on his own climax. Malfoy lay beneath him, panting, spent, and covered in sweat, and his own cum.
He didn’t seem to even have the energy to argue as Harry slid up his body, resuming his earlier position. He slid his cock through Malfoy’s gag, and began fucking his face in earnest, loving the sounds of the blond gagging and choking, and the feel of him wiggling in protest, but unable to push Harry away, or even close his mouth. Harry pushed himself into Malfoy’s throat, and stared down at those perfect grey eyes, loving the complete surrender in them. Malfoy was already getting aroused again, and Harry couldn’t help himself from pushing it along. He rubbed his cock across Malfoy’s face, smearing saliva across his skin, before he continued fucking his throat. He slapped the wet face, just hard enough to sting, but not hard enough to dislodge himself. Malfoy was enjoying it just as much as he was, despite the glare he shot up, trying to deny his pleasure. Harry could feel this body still twitching with the occasional jolts of electricity from the clips, and he reached back, removing the two on his chest, letting the pain center itself right at Malfoy’s oversensitive, post-orgasm sex.His hips bucked into the agony, and his thorat constricted around Harry’s cock, humming with the discomfort, but Harry didn’t dare stop. He was so close. He came swiftly, and pulled out, letting his orgasm paint Malfoy’s face, and soak part of his hair. Finally finished, he fell to the side, catching his breath as Malfoy gasped next to him, glad for the air, and overstimulated by the clips on his cock and balls.
“Do you want me to take care of the clips?” Harry asked when he’d finally caught his breath. Malfoy nodded eagerly, and Harry leaned onto all fours, looking over the strained, filthy body. He was smeared with cum, saliva, sweat, and blood, and Harry loved the way it made him look wholly depraved. He’d need a bath, but later. Harry still wasn’t finished defiling him yet.
Harry gently removed the clips, and felt the wave of relief that washed over Malfoy, his satisfaction at being spent, and not pushed any farther past his limit. Harry undid his gag next, and set all the toys aside on the bedside table. Then, he opened his favorite drawer, and began pulling things out.
“I’m not done with you, yet, Malfoy, but I’m going to give you time to recover. I’m going to leave you here, strapped to the bed, for three hours.” He let his words sink into Malfoy’s muddled mind, and he watched his face clear as he understood.
“You can’t do that! You’ve already done WAY more to me than I did to you!” He argued vehemently, pulling at his bonds. Harry grinned, and stroked his fingers down Malfoy’s bare body, eliciting a twitch in the almost-flaccid cock between Malfoy’s legs.
“I wasn’t giving you an option, Malfoy. But, I’ll let you choose the next part, if you want.” He offered, gesturing to the new toys he’d taken out. Malfoy eyed them warily. “I’m going to leave something inside you, for those three hours. You can pick between option one: The gag.” Harry held up the gag in question. It was the exact opposite of the ring. It was a solid leather strap with a phallic shape jutting inward. “Option two: the vibrator.” Harry help up the black plastic muggle toy, with three speed settings. He clicked it on and off to show Malfoy exactly what it did. “Or option three…” He held up a regular cock-shaped toy, but Malfoy’s eyes grew huge at the sight of how large it was. “It doesn’t do anything special… except it might hurt.”
Malfoy swallowed, and surveyed his options. He looked to Harry, an almost panicked look in his eyes, and Harry read him easily.
“Or, you can leave the choice to me, and I’m SURE you’ll love my ideas.”
“Fuck you, Potter!” Malfoy spat, making his choice clear. Harry grinned.
“Fine. I’ll choose.” He shoved everything back in the drawer, and Malfoy’s eyes got even wider.
“Wait, what are you doing?”
Harry pulled his wand from the table, and tapped at one of Malfoy’s cuffs, making all of them unclasp from the bed, and rearrange, forcing Malfoy’s body to comply as he struggled against the bonds. Harry orchestrated them like a sculptor, forcing Malfoy to his knees, his legs spread wide, and his arms behind his back, and lifted just enough to make the position uncomfortable. Harry summoned roped with his wand, and secured the cuffs to their new positions, looping it around Malfoy’s knees as well. He finally released the magic, and Malfoy was able to wiggle in his bonds, but couldn’t get free.
“FUCK YOU, POTTER!” He shouted, but Harry could see the stirring of his erection. He knew EXACTLY what Malfoy would need to stay perfectly aroused, the entire time he recovered his energy. Harry smirked wordlessly, and pulled the blindfold back over Malfoy’s thrashing head, blocking him from seeing what was coming. Harry pulled a different set of tools from his drawer, and got to work, setting up Malfoy for his three hour ‘rest’. He didn’t need Malfoy to ACTUALLY rest. Just to sit, idly while Harry refrained from touching him for awhile. He didn’t need to know that Harry would be watching him the entire time, enjoying the way he struggled against his new captivity, and tried not to give in to his baser desires.
Harry started with a gag, slipping the ball into Malfoy’s mouth, eager to watch him drool on himself unwittingly. Next, came the collar. It was tall, and kept Malfoy’s neck straight, and he made it just tight enough to be uncomfortable. Next, he pulled a small kit forward, and delicately smeared a few drops of lubricant on the top of Malfoy’s erection. Malfoy mumbled around the gag, but could do nothing to stop Harry as he slowly slid the thin metal rod down his shaft, carefully filling his small hole with the cool metal, and securing it in place with a second ring around the head of his cock. As Malfoy growled in disaproval of the sensation, Harry felt his enjoyment, warring with the humiliation once more. Malfoy’s favorite game. Pretending he didn’t like it weird.
Harry moved lower, giving the testicles one teasing lick before he dipped his hand below them, and slid a thick, round toy into the more than ready hole. Malfoy grunted at the new girth that filled him, and Harry pressed a button, turning it on. A soft gasp let him know that Malfoy had never experienced a vibrator before, and so, Harry did what was only right. He turned it to its highest setting. When Malfoy was good and squirming, Harry added the final touch of humiliation. He stroked a hand through Malfoy’s hair, and pressed a soft kiss to his head, letting his lips linger for just long enough to make sure Malfoy know what it was.
“I’ll be back in a bit.” He announced, and exited the room, latching the door softly behind him to the sound of Malfoy’s gagged pleading.
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