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Freedom Bound in Chains	By : TaintedSensibly Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 58477 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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A/N: (Thank you SlythindorMalfoy) Chapter WARNING: This chapter contains Bondage, Toys, Physical Abuse, Humil, Masturbation, Non-con, Minors together, Oral. Please skip those scenes if they are triggers.

Drawing A Line

Draco woke in an instant. He immediately checked the other kids. They were sitting and murmuring together, but they were still in their groupings. None had crossed the invisible lines Draco had laid for them. Relaxing, he checked the boy asleep in his arms, half sprawled on his chest. Harry was completely out. He didn't even twitch as Draco slid out from under him and covered him with a blanket.

Loose limbed, Draco stretched up on his toes, hands linked above his head. With casual grace, he crossed to the cargo. The children had gone silent. He was the food bringer. He lead them upstairs and not all of them returned. He was Master's pet. They were rightfully terrified.

Draco ignored all of them except for a dark, long-haired boy. He was ten or so. Lean with empty, cruel brown eyes. As Draco approached, the boy tried to hide behind the only other Pet, a red-haired girl about eight. The girl shifted away, refusing to be in Draco's line of sight.

“Please. . .” the boy whispered.

Draco smacked the boy hard. The Pet cried out and collapsed at Draco's feet, groveling. Draco lashed out, kicking the boy away with all the strength of his bottled rage. The boy hit the wall with a loud thunk and Draco pinned the boy to the floor by stepping firmly on his throat.

Unblinking, he stared hard into the Pet's pain-rattled eyes. “You ever talk ta my boy again. You even look at 'em.” Draco pressed down, applying pressure on the throat. The boy's mouth gaped, but no air or sound escaped. His face darkened instantly. “I'll kill ya.”

With a final shove downward, Draco released the Pet to gasp and sputter and cry in the corner. Still angry, he stalked the kids, snapping at them to shut up and stay in their places or he'd let them all starve. Draco finally returned to his corner with Harry. He glared at any kid who dared look their way and placed Harry's head gently in his lap.

Hours went by until the tray was finally brought to their door. Draco took four of everything and gave the rest to the Newbies, skipping the Pets. No one dared argue. Gently shaking Harry's shoulder, he slowly woke the little boy. Harry blinked dazed eyes and obediently ate three of everything. Draco quickly ate his portion, eyeing the boy carefully. Fortunately, the food seemed to restore Harry completely. The boy smiled at him with bright eyes.

“You don't think I'm dirty?” he asked.

Draco reached forward and pulled Harry's mouth to his own. The boy gasped in shock and Draco used that opening to run his tongue into the boy's mouth. It was both salty and sweet from the food, and Draco took his time, sucking and tracing every inch. Harry melted against him. When they parted, a string of saliva briefly connected their swollen lips.

Grey burned into green. “You're not dirty, Harry,” Draco whispered. “You're mine.”

Fat tears welled up in Harry's eyes and rolled slowly down the boy's cheeks. “Draco. . . Draco, love you. . .”

Draco gently pulled the boy into his arms. “Hush. I'll take care of ya.” He stared off above his charge's head tucked safely under his chin. He had no idea how he'd make it so, but he felt as if his thoughts were made of crystal. He would keep his promise.

xXx

A few days passed in surprising bliss for Draco as they were left alone in the Hold. Draco kept Harry occupied by taking turns telling stories, tending the cargo, and playing games they made up to pass the time, but the best time of the day was before they went to sleep and every time they woke when Draco would kiss Harry long and deep until they were both breathless and flushed.

And then the Master was there. “Draco, bring the Brats!” he bellowed from the top of the stairs.

Draco wished he could leave Harry, but he knew that would be a dead give-away. If the Master even suspected Draco's feelings for Harry, the boy would be tortured and sold for scraps. Steeling himself, he took Harry by the hand. Harry clung tighter than normal. The last time they went up those stairs Draco had been separated from him.

“Come on,” he hissed at the Brats. His glare was enough to get their feet moving.

Up the stairs they went. It wasn't unusual for Draco to lead reluctant ones by the hand, so he didn't bother to let go of Harry. He marched the children to the room where they would be quickly scrubbed clean. He did his job with empty eyes, but inside he was on fire. His heart pumped hard and strong.

“Do exactly as I say,” Draco whispered into Harry's ear as he rubbed a scented towel over the boy's hair. “Do not touch me. Do not look at me. Not when we're up here. Be still and quiet. As quiet as ya can.”

Harry stared at him with frightened eyes, but he gave a small nod.

The door to the wash room opened. “Come,” Master barked.

Draco took Harry's hand again and led the children to the viewing room. This room wasn't bare like the previous one. It was painted a pale blue-grey. Thick navy blue curtains hung over the windows keeping unwanted eyes away. Luxurious arm chairs and couches were set against the walls, and a bar took all of one wall with dozens of gem-hued bottles glinted in the bight artificial light. In the center of the room sat a low table where one-by-one the children were shown.

There were four men. They were dressed in fancy clothes. Gold glinted on fingers, wrists, and necks. They were smirking and talking. Crystal glasses full of amber liquid were in hand. Two were smoking cigars. One grabbed his crotch and said something, making another man laugh. Master was smiling at them indulgently as he snapped his fingers at Draco.

Draco lazily led a seven-year-old girl to the table where she climbed on. The rest of the kids pressed against the wall as the men circled her. They ran thick fingers over her skin as she trembled and cried. Brats were dark-haired unused kids, so they had no idea what was happening or what would happen to them if they were chosen. Harry stood next to him, but Draco squeezed his hand in warning whenever he tried to press too close.

“What about that blond one, Raymond?” a beefy, grey-haired man asked with a sly wink. “You holding out on us?”

Master put his hand possessively on Draco's head. “This one's mine. Besides, you all said you preferred Brats. Well, here they are. This is the last one. He's small. Youngest we have, but he's good quality.” He jerked his chin.

Draco took Harry's hand and led him to the table. As he moved, he locked eyes with the other men for the first time that night. He put everything he had into his glare. All his hatred. All his power. With every cell in his being, he told them all, Mine. He would keep Harry to himself.

The men stared at the suddenly dangerous child. Those grey eyes promised death. It did not matter that they were set in the face of a scrawny, dirty five-year-old. Their animal instinct screamed at them that there was danger here. The way the boy's hand lingered on the brunet's wrist, they way his body was angled toward the displayed child, and the ferocious look, it screamed possession. The men knew at a gut level that a line was being drawn.

Raymond frowned as the rowdy men grew quiet and shifted their weight awkwardly. He was behind Draco and the young Brat, but he saw no reason for their reaction. The kid stood perfectly still up on the table, head ducked. Raymond shrugged. Maybe it was the kid's size and age. He was a tiny, skinny little thing. That bothered some people.

He quickly stepped forward with an engaging smile, subtly gesturing Draco to take the boy off display. “I believe these darlings are desperate for some loving. Did you make your choice?” he asked.

Another hand signal had Draco pulling the kids forward, all except for the smallest who had not been well received. There were seven in all, ranging in age from seven to twelve. As the buyers caught sight of the cargo once more, they regained their boisterous banter. Two haggled over the same little girl and Raymond was able to almost double her price. Finally the four men each took a child in hand, wrapped them in heavy coats, and departed with their toys.

Draco led Harry and the three remaining Brats back to the Hold, but he knew his job was not done. Master had made a fortune tonight and he would want to celebrate. Draco gave Harry an extra firm push to make sure the boy didn't make a scene or look back as he went down the stairs alone with the remaining Brats.

The Master grabbed Draco by the hair and drug him to the bedroom to play. “Today was a good day, slave,” Raymond said cheerfully. He flung the boy toward the bed. “Kneel in the center.” He watched with smug eyes as the little boy did as he was told.

Draco hated this bed. If he could catch the whole thing on fire, he would, but it was also routine. It would hurt like hell, it always did, but he'd been here a hundred times before. He just wanted to get it over with and get back to his boy. So he moved quickly into position, sitting back on his ankles, knees spread wide, hands behind his back, wrists up between his shoulder blades. It pulled on his shoulders painfully to hold the position, but Draco gave no sign of it. He stared at the far wall and fell into that quiet place where the world was muted. He'd stay in that faraway place as long as he could until the pain dragged him back.

Raymond circled the bed, admiring the boy's skin. He reached out and touched the boy's ass cheek. “Didn't bite you hard as I thought if it's healed in two days.” He gave a wolfish grin. “Have to fix that.”

Draco winced. How could he have been so stupid? Of course the Master would notice his marks gone! Rage and hate boiled through his blood as he realized he'd have to stop Harry from healing him. He wouldn't be allowed that relief anymore. Unexpected tears burned his eyes and he hated knowing the Master was seeing it.

“Breaking down already, slut?” Raymond asked with fake sweetness. He had straps and a metal bar in hand. “This is going to be a good night.”

He put the spreader bar between Draco's thighs. It pushed them even farther open until Draco felt the painful stretch. The bar was strapped in place with black leather. Straps also went around his chest and arms, keeping them pinned up between his shoulder blades and forcing his chest out as his back arched to accommodate the bound limbs. Last an O-ring was forced into his mouth. The open circle was large enough to fit a medium sized cock through and sat right behind Draco's teeth. Any bigger and Draco's jaw would have been dislocated. In minutes, his chin and lap would be soaked and shinny with drool. Last, Raymond gently tucked Draco's hair behind his ears so he could see the boy's face.

Pale white skin, large grey eyes, eyes that usually were dead until Raymond beat life into them, soft, shimmering white-gold hair and a gaping red mouth: positioned on ruby silk sheets, the boy was an erotic masterpiece. Raymond went to his cupboard already rock-hard. He pulled out a vicious five-tailed flogger.

“Ready, Draco?” he asked, hushed with anticipation.

A burning look of absolute hated flashed his way and Raymond nearly came right there. He whipped his arm down with full force, leather catching the chin, shoulder, and chest of the slender child. The boy made a sharp cry, but he never looked away.

“That's it, boy. Keep your eyes on me.” He wound back and lashed the flogger down, this time on the faintly scarred thighs, landing a glancing blow on the boy's exposed penis.

Draco arched with a scream, eyes slamming shut as he dove desperately for his quiet place. He rocked and shivered as the blows rained down. Every inch of skin slowly took fire until he felt flayed. The hateful voice of the Master droned on in the backdrop. Suffering became the whole of his existence.

Raymond stared mesmerized as Draco's face contorted in agony. He loved that look, the look of animalistic madness on the child's face. He steadied his hard cock, the head purple. He kept it even with the boy's wide-open mouth. Every downstroke he lashed the boy until he was matching the boy moan for moan, until he was raining blows down fast and furious, his hand pumping in rhythm and he was about to blow.

All Draco knew was the red and white of pain until the Master's cum splashed into his open mouth. Draco screamed, eyes flashing open. Raymond grunted and moaned as stream after stream of cum hit the boy's mouth and face. Draco's eyes were blazing. Cum always brought Draco back. The boy was such a slut. Such a gorgeous slut.

The white skin was no longer white. Red stripes decorated every inch of the boy's front, blood spattering him here and there where the flogger actually broke through the soft skin. The boy was soaked with delicious pain-scented sweat, and Raymond shivered just imagining the sting of the salt on the whipped-raw flesh. But his favorite part was the boy's gaping red mouth.

Draco's tongue writhed, trying to push out the spunk that filled it. Raymond laughed and laughed as he spurt more. Finally, he was spent and he collapsed on the bed next to his slave. He was asleep in seconds, the boy's pained whines and gasps lulling him to sleep.

Body and muscles already burning in agony, Draco screamed his fury, knowing he'd be tied like this for hours until the Master woke and released him.

xXx

Harry waited an eternity. His anxiety ramped up as every hour passed and Draco didn't return. What if he never did? What if Harry was alone forever? He was a filthy, no-good freak. He didn't deserve Draco. Did they find out and take Draco away? He stared at the door, rarely blinking. His lips were chewed bloody and he never felt it, consumed with mental anguish, until finally, finally, Draco returned.

The hurt boy held the tray. Apples and bread tumbled down the stairs as Draco was unable to keep the tray steady. He was shaking. His skin was a road map of damage, and he moved stiff and jerky. His eyes were empty; Draco was gone away. Harry scrambled to gather all the fallen food. Fortunately the other kids hadn't moved. They were crouched down, terrified.

Draco walked right by him without a look or word. Harry whimpered and followed close on his heels. Draco dropped the tray with a clatter and stiffly lowered himself to the ground until he was lying flat. “Feed the Darks,” he ordered hoarsely.

Harry quickly removed two of everything and brought the rest over to the darker-skinned children. There were five of them. Harry did his best to split the rest of the food into even amounts and quickly hurried back to Draco. He began to cry as he took in the welts and cuts. Draco was hurt!

As Harry knelt down, Draco's eyes flashed open and pinned Harry in place with a look. “Listen, Harry...” He paused to breathe through the pain. “You can't fix me... all the way... Only some spots, kay? … Only kiss where I'm bleeding, … but you got to suck real hard... Suck that spot 'til I say.”

Sobbing, Harry nodded his head quickly. He ran trembling fingers over Draco's arm until he found broken skin up by the shoulder. He bent down over his knees and put his mouth on the cut. Draco moaned as he licked the blood clean. The sound made Harry's heart slow. He felt the terror of the last few hours melt away. He was helping Draco.

Draco cupped the back of Harry's head as the boy began to suck in earnest. Each pull of the little boy's mouth felt like heaven. He gasped and squirmed, his skin alight with magic. It made his toes curl and his nipples hard. “Harder...” He felt pleasure coil in his gut. “That's right... Like that... Next one...”

Harry slowly released Draco's skin. He felt hot and shaky as he trailed his lips over to the next cut and began to suck again. Draco's soft moans, the feeling of having something warm in his mouth, the taste and smell of Draco, it all put Harry in a daze of warmth and pleasure he never wanted to end.

Soon both boys were damp with sweat, eyes heavy-lidded and dazed. Draco's skin was cleaned of blood and the hickeys darkened with every passing minute, giving Draco spots to add to the red stripes, a carnival collection. Harry ended his journey at Draco's crotch. Without warning, he latched on to the bleeding skin and nestled in tight between Draco's trembling thighs.

Draco arched in shocked reaction. He stared with wide eyes as the little boy went down on him. Harry's swollen, bruised lips were wrapped around Draco, his cheeks hallowing on every firm suck. The little boy stared back with sleepy, happy green eyes. Draco couldn't catch his breath, his chest heaved with every gasp. Every pull on the sensitive flesh, Harry's tongue gave a slow lick only to suck again.

Draco's hands sank into Harry's hair, his small hips rocking upward. “Don't stop...” he ordered, low and husky.

It was building again, that wave of absolute bliss. It crept closer with every pull of Harry's mouth. His hands fisted the boy's dark, messy hair tighter as he arched with a cry, almost... almost... Harry sucked harder, tongue lapping faster, and Draco exploded into a thousand pieces.

Harry gentled his mouth as Draco went limp. Shivering and tingling in reaction, a sleepy warmth saturated his whole body. He smiled as Draco began stroking his hair and crawled up into his waiting embrace. At peace once more, Harry slid into sleep.

xXx

When they woke, Harry tilted his head for a spine-tingling kiss, but Draco reached out and touched his bruised lips instead. Grey eyes met his and Harry looked away from the concern he saw there. He wanted it so badly, Draco's attention and concern, but he was still a freak.

Draco frowned. All the places he'd been whipped and not healed burned like Hell, but he was used to pain. He'd survived down here for a year before Harry came, after all. He was more worried about Harry's fat lips. It looked like the boy had been popped in the mouth, and that wasn't because he'd given Draco hickeys and head. Harry had to have done it to himself.

It wasn't uncommon for kids to hurt themselves down here. They chewed their nails, fingers, hair. They scratched themselves. Even bit their lips as Harry had done. He hadn't cared one bit, but he cared about Harry. And he did not like it when Harry looked away from him or the way he passively resisted Draco's concern.

“Look at me,” he demanded and green eyes immediately shot back up. Draco thumbed Harry's battered mouth. “Fix this.” Where Draco's mouth and body was poison, Harry's healed. He'd healed worse for Draco.

Harry gasped, eyes wide. Draco was perfect. It made sense that he was healed, but Harry was a freak. Magic like that wasn't for him. “I-I can't. Not for me,” he whispered, head moving slowly back and forth in denial.

Draco grasped Harry's jaw and applied pressure until it opened. He pressed his first two fingers of his free hand forward into the boy's soft mouth. “Get 'em wet, Harry.”

Eyes wide, Harry didn't hesitate. He began to lap and suck on those fingers immediately.

“Good boy,” Draco purred with a smile that never reached his hard eyes. “Now, in a minute, I'm gonna touch your mouth, Harry. And I want it ta'heal. I'm gonna be very upset if it don't.”

Harry's eyes went wider at the command. He'd do anything for Draco; the world would end if Draco were mad at him. He closed his eyes tight and wished with all his might. Please work please work Draco wants it to work ... In response, he felt his body begin to warm and he sucked harder on Draco's fingers. His heart began to race with nerves, but he felt it happening: slow pleasure pulsed from his mouth. He looked into Draco's face to see him smiling, the blond's cheeks blushing red, eyes dark with a mirroring warmth.

Draco pulled his wet fingers from Harry's mouth and traced the boy's battered lips. Like magic, they healed before Draco's very eyes. Draco felt warm down to his toes, his heart racing in his chest at the display of power and obedience. “That's good, Harry. You did so good.”

Giving a soft cry at the praise, Harry crawled into Draco's lap and wrapped his legs around Draco's slender waist.

Draco held him tightly. “Listen, Harry, I will always come back for ya. You never have to be afraid of that. Don't worry about me. Unless you don't trust me?”

Harry gasped. “No! Draco, I trust you!” he cried almost desperately, arms squeezing tighter.

“I'll get hurt, but I'll always be okay 'cause I promised ya I'll come back. And I'll always come back 'cause you're mine, Harry.” Draco's hands slid up Harry's naked back and into his hair, and then they were kissing, mouths moving hungrily.

When they parted, Harry looked into Draco's eyes and burst into tears. “Thank you, Draco,” he sobbed. “Thank you. Love you so much.”

Draco pressed Harry's head down to rest on his shoulder and rocked him slowly, letting him cry. “You're a good boy. I have you.”

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