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Bound and Gagged	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 79948 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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unneeded: You have a point. Let’s assume there was something for healing, as well as sleep, in that little potion Harry gave him with his meal. And I didn’t say Harry was nice in this, just not Dark.

Chapter Five: Trying to Appease

Two days had passed and Harry was about to instigate another session of punishment for the elder Malfoy, when a peculiar thing happened.
He had Lucius stripped naked and bound around his shoulders and thighs. His arms were trapped at his sides and only his feet and lower legs were able to move in any way. This time, it was a balled up sock that was tied in his mouth by a length of black ribbon. They stood in the parlor, while Draco was in the library, reading the book Harry had charged him with about animagus transformation. He was not likely to interrupt.
Harry was circling the blond, slapping his hand with a wide paddle that had strategically placed raised bumps on its one side. He checked all of his bindings, tugging one or two to make sure that nothing was amiss, when a tapping sound at the window drew his attention away. He looked up to see a large black vulture, with a plain white envelope in its beak, waiting impatiently for him to open the latch.
Harry crossed the room and threw open the window, snatched the letter and conjured up a dead rat to give the bird as a treat. The vulture flew off with a cautious nod of its head. Harry scanned the outside of the envelope before checking it for hexes and then opening it.
He looked up and smiled sadistically before telling his slave, “Stay where you are, I’ll be back in a bit.” and hurrying out the door. Lucius froze in his place, not that he had much choice, but he was a bit concerned that any sound he might make would cause Draco to be curious and investigate.
Harry rushed up the stairs and down the hall to the potions lab. He knocked briskly and waited until Snape opened the door. “What is it Potter?” the man asked.
“I’ve got a letter you may want to read.” Harry said, handing it to the professor. Snape unfolded it and read. After a few minutes, he looked up to see a smiling Harry Potter. “So, do you agree that this might be momentous? Well worth disturbing your brewing?”
“Are you going?” Severus asked.
“Of course. I thought you should come as well. You could wear the invisibility cloak and watch unobserved. Will you?” Harry asked.
“Wouldn’t miss it. You will try to keep from making me too uncomfortable, won’t you Potter?” Snape asked and Harry laughed out loud.
“I’ll get Lucius ready and meet you in the yard.” And Harry rushed off, leaving Snape to collect some things. If this was as significant as he thought, he would need them.
In the parlor, Harry double checked the bindings and wrapped one of Lucius’ expensive fur-lined capes around the man. He had sent Kreacher to the manor to collect all of the two men’s clothes as well as deliver a letter to Narcissa Malfoy. “We have an appointment, Lucius. Be on your best behavior.” After packing up some things he planned to use, Harry led the man, stumbling along with only his calves free, out of the front door where they waited for Snape.
When the potions professor arrived, Harry threw the cloak over him and then grabbed onto both men’s elbows. Together they apparated away from Grimmauld place.
The fact that it was daytime seemed lost on the old Riddle property, and darkness hung like a thick cloud around it. Harry had managed to land them near the entrance and when the door opened he eased Lucius inside. It would take too long for the bound man to manage the stairs, so Harry levitated him up and followed his progress on foot. Snape was careful to walk in the boy’s footprints, silently trailing the other two.
At the top of the stairs, the three entered Tom’s favorite room to find the ex-Dark Lord sitting on his throne, swinging the elder wand like an upside-down metronome.
When he saw them, he sat up and waved them in. “Good, I see you got my note. Come in, come in.” Voldemort said.
Harry lowered Lucius to the ground and the man teetered slightly before he managed to hold himself upright. Harry stepped away and with his back to his slave he addressed the dark wizard. “You said you needed something further from me. What is it, Tom?”
Voldemort had stopped flinching with irritation when Harry used his long abandoned name, but he still looked away at the thought of releasing the kind of information that he would need to in order to gain what he sought.
Harry sighed and took a step closer to Lucius, preparing to return to his home.
“Wait!” Voldemort called, rising from his throne and standing on the slight dais that his followers had built for him. “I need to be assured that my servant, now yours, is properly performing for you. Just to be certain that our deal is complete.” The older man said.
“I can assure you . . .” Harry began, not displaying the thrill he received from the words.
“I must see it for myself.” Voldemort insisted.
Harry turned away and sighed dramatically. He smiled then, to his slave and took a step forward. Lucius swallowed as best he could around the gag and watched the dark wizard move toward them. “If you must,” Harry began, “I suppose it is possible.”
Lucius braced himself as Harry pulled his cape off and stepped back, displaying the naked bound man for Voldemort. The ex-Dark Lord gasped lightly but the boy-wizard heard him and a warm presence told Harry that Snape was close by and had likely heard it as well. He pulled out his wand and conjured up a long padded bench, less than three feet long or four foot tall. He pulled Lucius over to it and bent him down to lie along its length, his ass at one end and his chin at the other.
“Lucius, I know that you have done many things that I am unaware of the details of. I want you to think of one time that you have used an unforgivable, something you did to a muggle-born or muggle sympathizer. Think of the poor undeserving, and that is based on my beliefs, not yours, the undeserving person that you cursed because you could not accept their rights. Are you thinking of someone?” Harry waited until he saw the blond head nod, then he waved his wand at his other hand and conjured up his paddle. “Are you ready?” he asked and the man nodded once more.
The sting of the paddle was startling, even though he was warned of its impending strike and Lucius jumped in his bonds. His eyes watered and his teeth ached as he clenched his jaw to keep still. He didn’t look up, not wanting to see the look on his ex-Lord’s face and the next strike was a surprise. Harry continued with intermittent whacks and Lucius soon found he was weeping and tears were sliding down his face.
The image in his mind, of a middle aged woman, two small children behind her, bracing herself on a chair as he cursed her with the cruciatus in front of them, wavered a bit. He tried to hold onto it, a vision that kept his mind occupied as his body was abused, and the fact that he’d been involved in this crime at the exact age that he physically portrayed made it a bit easier. But the pain was becoming too bad to allow him to ignore the acts that were causing it. His eyes opened and the vision before him overlaid anything he was previously seeing. The beating continued.
Severus stood back as Harry positioned his “slave”, the thought that kept the potions master from refusing to allow it to continue. He looked away from Lucius, watching instead the snake-faced man that stood apart, just at the edge of his raised platform.
Voldemort was intent on the scene that was unfolding, the wand hanging slack in his hands, forgotten. He physically jumped when the first smack came and unconsciously leaned toward the activity. Snape was in a perfect position to see the look of longing on the man’s face, even distorted as it was by his replacement body. He wanted something and the professor wasn’t sure if it was to be in Harry’s place, or Malfoy’s
Snape waited until the sounds of the paddle striking flesh had ceased and Harry had begun to massage the reddened skin. He moved up behind the dark wizard and whispered through a concealment charm, “Go on. You want it. Go and get what you want.”
Voldemort eased forward, moving up to stand in front of the blond slave and stare down at him. Lucius was staring back, his neck straining to see up to the face of the man that was now hovering over him. Voldemort looked up at Harry, where the younger man stood, his hands still smoothing the sore buttocks of his servant. Harry smiled, “What Tom? Tell me what you want.”
Voldemort hesitated, he looked back and forth, struggling with unfamiliar sensations and cravings, his hand had strayed to the front of his robe and begun to lightly stroke himself with the flat of his palm Harry watched it, moving with the same speed and strength of his own movements. He sped up, stroking faster and harder, and the other man mimicked him. Soon, Lucius was groaning through his gag and Voldemort was thrusting against his palm, and the sounds he made harmonized with the blond’s.
Lucius was straining with his bonds, his own cock pressed against the cushions, and the force of Harry’s motions was moving him along it. He was nearly as aroused as the dark wizard and he knew he wouldn’t last. He was more afraid that it was not his master’s wish for him to come, so he was fighting it. Harry was too intent on Voldemort to realize this, and was rubbing his arse harder, spreading the cheeks as his hands pushed against them.
“Come for me.” Harry said, but neither man was sure whom he was addressing.
Lucius bit hard into his gag as his orgasm overwhelmed him, even as the snake faced man cried out, spilling his seed onto his robe, under his palm.
Harry stood back and looked at the scene before him, the two men, debauched and exhausted, panting in front of him, their body fluids spilled at his command. “So, now you know. If you need me again just owl me, Tom.” Harry said as he threw the cape over Lucius and lifted him over his shoulder. He left the bench and carried the man through the doors, out into the yard and to the edges of the wards. When he stopped, he felt the presence of his mentor and smiled up in the direction he felt Snape must be. “So, how was that? Too embarrassing for you?” he asked.
Snape threw Harry’s cloak off of himself and draped it over his arm. “Not for me, I suppose. I doubt Lord Voldemort would be inclined to agree, though. Here is your cloak, I believe that I will stay. If you will watch for me, I should be quite late.”
“I’ll be waiting. Are you going to approach him tonight?” Harry asked.
“Not quite yet. I have to plant the seeds, and then when they ripen, I’ll be ready.” And with that cryptic statement, he headed back to the house.
Harry put Lucius onto his feet and undid his gag. The blond flexed his mouth and waited. “Tonight, you were very good. I am going to let you keep this cape and some of your old robes. You may wear them when you wake up. Do not tell Draco what happened here, and I may be willing to give you another gift. Come now, let’s get home. We aren’t finished, yet.”
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