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What Lucius Wants	By : Moaning Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 60655 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Now
I know you�re thinking, sexual punishment, - bring it on! � but there�s a
couple of things you need to remember.�
One there�s a difference between pain used to heighten and enhance sex
and pain for the sake of pain. Believe me, there�s a difference.� And two, my master used to be a death-eater
(stupid name, I know).� And not just any
mortality-muncher but numero uno among the middle-aged and desperate-for-power
set.� He was second to no one other than
the sick fuck who now lives in the basement.�
So he knows a thing or a thousand about pain.�

And
not just sexual pain, not just pain to make you talk, but pain to make you beg
for your life to be over pain.� Pain
robs you of any other focus than the throbbing of your pulse and the absolutely
agony of nerve endings that are sparking with a never-ending onslaught of
excruciating prolonged suffering in the targeted body part in question.� Pain that steals your breath and makes you
piss and shit yourself when you�re beyond screaming and he�s coming back again
after you thought it was over.� Pain
that blinds you to everything else, fills you up and overflows to cover every
thought you�ve ever had and you�d do anything if he�d only
pleasegodpleasegodpleasegod stop.� That
kind of pain.�

How
do I know this you ask?

He
showed me.� Intimately.

I
know so far all I�ve told you has made it sound like it�s been a bed of
roses.� And for the most part it
has.� But that first week he had me�

I hadn�t even done anything to deserve the pain. It was I
think the second or third day, so I guess he wanted to demonstrate true pain so
that I�d know who was the master. Or at least that�s my take on it.

You
have to understand: we don�t talk.� We
don�t set up rules in writing or even verbally and together decide how it�s
going to be.� I�m not even sure he knows
my name, he doesn�t refer to me as anything usually.� My attention is on him from the moment I awake to the moment I
crash, so he never needs to gain my focus, so there�s no need for a designation
to call me by.� That�s how deep I�m into
this.

And
yes I can read minds, but it�s through eye contact and usually when I look him
in the eye sex or the power of sex is at the forefront and I�d have to dig a
little deeper and stare longer to pick up his deeper motivations, so sometimes
I have to make my best guess as to his purpose, what drives him.�

So
I think that he wanted to show me who�s boss, who I answered to and what
he is capable of.� Pretty sure.

I
know he enjoyed himself.�
Immensely.�

I
didn�t.�

It
fucking hurt.

My
cock felt like it was on fire from the inside out.� My ass was on fire from the inside out- metal anal beads that
can be magically heated up one by one are a bitch, trust me on this.� Only the fact that I pretty spontaneously
created a numbing spell allowed me to survive with my sanity (and body parts)
intact.� To say nothing of the mess he
made carving my back and breaking the bones in my hands. Of carefully cutting
my prick then immersing it in what felt like lemons and battery acid combined.
FF-UUCK that hurt.�

And
he delighted in it.� Exulted in it.� Ate it up.�
He came without ever touching himself or myself in a sexual way at
all.� He left me spitting blood and
dripping pus and other body fluids while he found a serving wench and fucked
her silly while I hung there.� And
watched.

Because
he could.� To prove a point.�

As
an object lesson it worked.� I mean I
know (and now you know) that I could magically break or bend anyone I please,
and after that I was tempted to leave the insane situation I�d got myself
into.� I mean he thought he was breaking
me (and ok he did) but that�s not why I stayed.� I know I could get away cleanly, and could erase his mind or even
turn the tables on him if I wanted, make him the sex slave.� But I stayed.� I stayed because I wanted to see where it could go, wanted to see
what games we�d play � with each other and with other people�s bodies and
minds.� I love fucking with people�s
minds as much as I love fucking or being fucked by their bodies.�

As
does my master.� It�s what keeps me by
his side.� It�s not love, it�s not even
affection.� He doesn�t care for me, he
doesn�t cherish me.� I know you�re
thinking, with how often he takes me I must be his favourite and that I must be
in love with my captor, trying to please him and all Stockholm syndrome and
shit like that.� But it�s not.� I�m mean first off, we�re guys, and it�s
sex, nothing to get sentimental over.�
It�s a very mutually satisfying business arrangement.� Second off, we don�t talk, we don�t discuss
anything and except for sex we don�t have much in common.� He doesn�t know me.� At all.��
I�m not even sure that he likes me that much (if I dared to read him
more thoroughly, I�d know better was lies behind the cool sneer he usually
wears) but what he thinks about me conclusively is still a mystery to me.� I know he values me, and I know he enjoys
the chaos I help him cause: the unsettled feelings and conflicted emotions that
parading a naked young man around on a leash in public settings causes.� I know he thinks I�m hot, and a good fuck
and an amazing whore.

Actually
I think it�s easier that he doesn�t care.�
Cause if it were anything more that it is, it�d be messy, you know?� It�d be harder to leave.� Cause I can see a point in the future (some
days nearer than others) where I leave and give this all up, and knowing that
underneath it all there isn�t anything between us, just makes it easier.�

Although
that�s a future he doesn�t see, as he�s never going to give me up, as he enjoys
fucking with people�s heads and bodies as much as I do.� Maybe more.

Ok,
so you�re thinking I�ve wandered off topic.�
But I haven�t.� You need to know,
it ain�t hearts and flowers, and it ain�t pleasure and pain for the sake of
sex.� It�s a guy who used to be a
professional torturer causing pain to a lesser being he doesn�t really give a
rat�s ass for purely for enjoyment purposes.

Which
is why I was NOT looking forward to what was coming next.

That
object lesson in pain did what it was supposed to.� I don�t usually disobey the unspoken parameters we have set up;
one of the main ones is that I don�t talk.�
Ever.� Unless it�s to
scream.�

But
for our sexy would-be rapist�s fantasy to work I had to break that rule.� And now I�d pay.

I
did have one ace to play as I stood there in my heels, still impaled on the
wooden peg in my ass, breathing harshly from the pain and release of the last
half-hour or so.� And it would be a
gamble, cause I hardly knew our beautiful black third, but he almost had to be
a better alternative than my master�s idea of a fitting punishment.� Didn�t he?

At
my master�s finger snap, I eased myself off the peg and sank to my knees on the
floor and chanced a look from under my lashes at my master and quickly planted
the thought: �let him�.

A
quick side note on putting thoughts in people�s head � if you�re going to do it
so they accept it, it should sound what�s already in there.� Case in point, I would never try to place
something like �maybe you should let the other man lead� or conversely �let the
big fucker do it� as neither thought is something that my austere and
deliberate master would allow himself to think.�

Ok,
I�m stalling. Can you tell?

It�s
just that my plan backfired.�
Spectacularly.� As in, I�m amazed
I�m not writing this from the afterlife�

Shit.

Oh,
not in that my master administered my punishment.� No, that part worked.� My
beautiful master stepped back and silently gestured for our eager third to take
control.� No, where I went wrong was our
third.

I
should have guessed that someone who had a rape fantasy would have a torture
fantasy too.

Stupid,
really.

And
it almost got me killed.

Ok,
so what happened?

Now
keep in mind that some of the parts of the next couple of hours of my life are
a little fuzzy, because while my personal pain provider was certainly capable
of causing terrible injury and cascading waves of pain, he was not the expert
my master is and I was on the brink of passing out at several points.� Which really I would have preferred.� Damned �enervate� spell (although what that
word has to do with waking someone up, I�ll never know).

Ok,
still stalling.

First
thing, he blindfolds me.� Which I hate
hate hate hate hate hate hate hate HATE,

I
lose my ability to control those around me when I can�t see. Stupid but
true.� I can still control my body, I
can still do spells, but I can�t plant thoughts, I can�t read what�s coming.� Shit.�
I hate it.� A lot.� Or did you already get that impression?

Second
he frees my wrists and ankles from their chains and attaches my manacles to the
magical equivalent of the medieval torture rack.� Magic adds the benefit that the body can be spread out more
without gravity pulling the victim�s torso to the floor.� Shortly I�m spread-eagled horizontal to the
floor, facing the ceiling, with an uncomfortable amount of weight pulling on my
limbs�

All
pretty standard so far. Next I feel his thick fingers on my mouth�

And
can I just take a moment and say the other part of the blindfold I hate is the
silence and the not knowing what to expect next, not having a clue where you�ll
feel hands next, not being able to brace yourself or prepare yourself.� And with silencing spells you never have one
fucking clue what�s coming.� Hate hate
hate hate hate hate hate�. Well you get the picture.

�and
when I open my mouth, he puts on an ball gag, which I hate; the back of your throat
gets dry pretty quickly and saliva starts to build up along your gums and under
your tongue, and have you ever tried swallowing with your mouth wired open?

What
the fuck is that?� It feels like he�s
stuck a needle right into my chest, over my heart.� It doesn�t hurt, but I don�t�

Shit.� He�s explaining it�s a magic blocker.� Says it should block any inadvertent magic I
may have.� Fucker.

Fuck
he�s just tapped it with something� drove it in farther.� Says if I try to do any magic now I�ll only
be killing myself as it�s spelled to release a poison at the first sign of any
hint of a spell.�

Bloody
hell that sucks.

My
sight and magic bound.� Shit.� This isn�t good.� And I have no idea what he�s got planned.� Fuck.

Did
I mention that my arms are in excruciating pain, and that any movement on my
torso pulls against the tautness of the weights on my limbs?� And that while my ankles and thighs hurt
too, it�s my shoulders that are slowly being wrenched from their sockets that I
can feel the most.

Tables
under prisoners on the rack is a Hollywood invention, so their actors could be
portrayed on them.� No, my former
profession did not allow for much movie going, but I did get taken to a
medieval castle once�� A lifetime ago�

Ahhhhhh!� More knives.� He�s carving me up, so far sticking to my upper torso.� Shallow cuts that I can breathe through� but
now he�s awfully close to my left ear�I jerk away from him� my head isn�t
suspended by anything and I hit my head on the handle of his other knife, feels
like. �He has two� I think.

�

Ok� here�s where it starts to get fuzzy�� And can I just say that as torture go he�s a
rank amateur as my master would never allow me to injure myself or cause me to
lose track of any of the details of my pain�

Where
was I� oh� head away, he�s carving.� And
slicing��

And
just so you don�t think I was stoic and calm through the whole thing, I�m
crying and shivering and my body is trying to twist away from the knife only
making things worse.

And
Lucius, the master you suppose favours me?�
He�s off to one side, slowly running his hand up and down his thick
cock, getting more and more turned on by my pain.

I�m
screaming as much as the gag will allow� he�s just� sliced my nipple mostly
off� right one� not all the way off� it pulls and the pain�

Ok.� I blacked out.� He�d used something, lemon I think on the wounds.� Damned �enervate� spell.�

Did
you know that enervate means �to cause to lose vitality�?� So why the fuck.. do they� use that to wake
people up�

Where�
Oh gods ohno ohgods ohfuck� he�s slicing my dick� he�s cutting into the
head�� he�s�

Blackout.� Again��
Enervate�

He�s�
done the same thing� to my cock� head� as he did� to my nipple� cut it mostly
off�� The Malfoy Diamond� pulling on the
remaining� bit of skin�� I can feel the
blood�� My body tries to throw up�
convulses�� it�s�

Enervate�
means� doesn�t mean��

Painpainpainpainpainpain�

Black.� Enervate��
He�s done� spell� Crucio� my dick head� almost pulled off�� my shoulders dislocate� hip too� hurts�

Black��

More
pain� more carving�� balls� hanging by�
skin� lemon�� ener�vate�

Very
fuzzy now� I�m bleeding from a bunch of places� he�s started sinking the knife
in deeper� doesn�t matter��

Spell�� blindfold off�� so he can gloat? � eyes blurry� throat dry� everything�
blur�� I look for my master�

He�s
chained to the wall.

What
the�� when�?

I
don�t��

Oh�
there�s something protruding from my stomach.�
I�ve been impaled on something� from below me� I think�� should hurt more�� doesn�t�. nothing does��
Don�t think an enervate� gonna do it � this time�

My
master�s chained up?� That�s wrong�� How did�

He�s
not happy�� Hard to tell� no expression�
I can tell��

My
tortured is excited�� he�s starting to
get ready to fuck me I think� too bad I won�t be around for the finale�

My
master shouldn�t be chained.� � He�s not
a sub�� never� could be�� takes guts�

Heh.� Think some of my guts are on the floor�

Master�
unchain him�� Magic�

Can�t
use� poison��

Doesn�t�
matter� he� shouldn�t�

Magic
coils in me� can feel the poison�� fast�
painful�� Unlock�

Done�� me too.�
Done��

Sorry�
ma�

BLACK

Black.� Pain.�
Whispered spells.� Bed?� Potions.�
Hot.� Sweating.� Shaking.�
Black.� More potions.� Throwing up.� Voices.� Not my masters�
where�

I
woke up.� Gradually.� Really not expecting to wake up.� Ever.�

My
head feels like it�s been squeezed in a vise��
but everything�s attached� I checked� Sore but attached.� Both balls, both nipples, my cock head� all
there.� Thank the gods.

I�m
in a room I don�t recognize and I�m alone.�
What you thought my master would be sitting vigil?� For the last time, he doesn�t�

A
head.

Sitting
on a table at foot of my bed.� Right in
my line of sight when I opened my eyes.�

Black
shaved head, eyes seem to be nailed open, eyelashes missing.� Mouth forced open by the entirely severed
cock and balls that had been crammed down an unwilling throat.� Burns all over the face, nose smashed.� Right eye pierced with a thin silver rod
going right through the centre of the pupil.�
A perfect look of extreme pain forever frozen on it�s dead decapitated
face.

Shit.

My
master does care.

He
cares.

My
master cares.

Well fuck.�

I�m
doomed.

I�m
never leaving.�

And
now I don�t want to.

The
End.

As
there was no sex in this one, there will be an epilogue.� In about a month (sorry, must go on
vacation).

And,
as a reward to my faithful readers, it will feature Lucius, Harry� and Snape.
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