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. AgainAndAgain

Characters: Hermione, Fenrir, Yorik, Draco, Neville, Igor, Calan

Sexual interactions: Draco/Calan, Fenrir/Draco

Warnings: slash, sounding, bondage, ball torture, toys

Chapter 6 – The Adult's Pool

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“Come on, Hermione. What are you waiting for? It's great in here,” Neville shouted.

“Not that we aren’t enjoying the view,” Draco said, grinning.

Hermione rolled her eyes and jumped into the slightly cooler water than that of the whirlpools.

Draco waggled his eyebrows at her and Neville laughed as they splashed one another, Neil looking on with a contented grin at the happy subs playing in the water. At that moment, it was a nice way to relax without another care in the world.

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They had played around for some time when someone jumped into the water with a big splash. Hermione shrieked, surprised, and then she saw that two men were rounding the pool. She panicked when the one that had jumped into the pool embraced her from behind. “Not happy to see me, pup?” Hermione relaxed, realizing that it was Yorik. “Finally I have time for you, and this time I don't plan to give someone else the pleasure of taking you. It has cost me quite some will power to obey Fenrir and let another dominant fuck you when I still hadn't had the chance to fuck you properly.” Yorik nuzzled her neck while he moved her closer to the rim of the pool. Hermione had been in the low water area of the big pool, so Yorik could just lift her a bit to bring her where he wanted her. “Come on, pup. Let's join the others in the adult's pool.” Hermione stiffened. “No, Yorik, please?” Yorik groaned. “Why not? It’ll be fun to watch. I promise I’ll just use my hands, my mouth and my cock on you.” He emphasized each word with a gesture. As he spoke he cupped her breasts when he said hands, sucked her neck after mentioning his mouth, and pressed his cock against her bum when he spoke about pleasuring her with his cock. Hermione couldn't stop herself from moaning and going limp in his arms. “Okay,” she whispered, feeling Yorik smile against her neck. The other two men present were Calan and Igor. Calan winked at Hermione when she stepped into the whirlpool and she smiled shyly back at him. Igor eyed her lustfully and just nodded his head while he pulled Neville onto his lap. When Yorik had placed Hermione on his lap he said, “Let's start the show, Calan.”

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They had played around for some time when someone jumped into the water with a big splash. Hermione shrieked, surprised, and then she saw that two men were rounding the pool. She panicked when the one that had jumped into the pool embraced her from behind.

“Not happy to see me, pup?”

Hermione relaxed, realizing that it was Yorik.

“Finally I have time for you, and this time I don't plan to give someone else the pleasure of taking you. It has cost me quite some will power to obey Fenrir and let another dominant fuck you when I still hadn't had the chance to fuck you properly.” Yorik nuzzled her neck while he moved her closer to the rim of the pool. Hermione had been in the low water area of the big pool, so Yorik could just lift her a bit to bring her where he wanted her. “Come on, pup. Let's join the others in the adult's pool.”

Hermione stiffened. “No, Yorik, please?”

Yorik groaned. “Why not? It’ll be fun to watch. I promise I’ll just use my hands, my mouth and my cock on you.” He emphasized each word with a gesture. As he spoke he cupped her breasts when he said hands, sucked her neck after mentioning his mouth, and pressed his cock against her bum when he spoke about pleasuring her with his cock.

Hermione couldn't stop herself from moaning and going limp in his arms. “Okay,” she whispered, feeling Yorik smile against her neck.

The other two men present were Calan and Igor. Calan winked at Hermione when she stepped into the whirlpool and she smiled shyly back at him. Igor eyed her lustfully and just nodded his head while he pulled Neville onto his lap.

When Yorik had placed Hermione on his lap he said, “Let's start the show, Calan.”

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Draco saw the dominants approach before Neville or Hermione did. He swam over to the rim and watched curiously. Who would come for him? It was Calan. Draco's cock hardened. He loved the guy.

“Care for some play?” Calan asked, grinning at Draco.

Draco nodded and let Calan lift him out of the water. He was surprised when he was thrown over Calan's shoulder and carried to the adult's pool. “Brace yourself, sweetie. You need to introduce the new subs to a few things.” Calan caressed Draco's arse to calm him. He knew that the sub would worry now.

Draco bit his bottom lip. He didn't really like the adult's pool. It meant a lot of uncomfortable restraints before he was allowed to feel pleasure. Only Tara really liked the pool. At least Calan wasn't one of those dominants who really liked to induce pain or torture with orgasm denial, but the fact that Calan warned him meant the dominant had to act like he was into such things.

Draco wished he hadn't agreed and for the first time in a long time he felt the urge to try to make the dominant stop. Only Calan's gentle caresses of his arse made Draco relax a bit, but he knew it would be over soon. When he was placed against the wall of the pool, Calan leaned close to his ear. “I know you’re afraid but you know you can trust me. I will make up for it later and I promise you’ll feel pleasure soon. We need to do this to show the new subs what happens in the adult’s pool.”

Draco nodded miserably, even sobbing when Calan kissed him to soothe his fear. “May I use my safe word if it gets too bad?”

“You are always allowed to use your safe word, Draco. Nevertheless, it won’t be that bad. I promise. Calm down!”

Draco trusted Calan, but sometimes the idea of a dominant about to be kinky was very different for a sub like Draco. When Hermione stepped into the pool, Calan turned to her and Draco tried to relax. He didn't want Hermione or Neville to be afraid of the pool because he was. He only felt really safe in it when he was with Severus or Ages as his guards and/or partners. When the two played with him in the pool it was pure pleasure for Draco because he wanted nothing more than to make them happy as he trusted them fully. Trust was something you needed in order to enjoy anything in that pool.

At Yorik's impatient command, Calan looked apologizing at Draco and then ordered him to sit down on the rim of the pool.

With dread, Draco obeyed and watched Calan retrieve some things from the shelf with the toys. Draco whimpered when he saw what Calan was holding. He fought hard to not bolt and run to hide under Severus’ bed. Calan laid a hand on Draco's leg, sensing his fear.

“Get yourself hard, Draco!” Calan commanded. He was in his role already, and Draco couldn't hope for much comfort from now on. It was a test for Calan as well, as Igor and Yorik were there to judge him.

Whimpering, Draco started to pump his cock. Only his experience made it possible for him to get himself hard while staring at the items Calan had placed beside him. He didn't dare stop pumping because he knew he would get soft again.

“Enough!” Calan said harshly, swatting Draco's hands away. Quickly, he grabbed Draco's balls and rolled them in his hands before he grabbed them to squeeze the tight leather band over them, tightening it.

Draco bucked and whimpered. He hated the unbearable pressure the restraint was causing and his balls started to burn.

“Breathe!” Calan instructed a bit more softly, then pumped Draco's softening cock and placed a cock ring over it. “Good sub!”

Draco whimpered in fear when he saw Calan fill a syringe with lube. Before he could panic any more Calan squeezed the head of Draco's cock and pushed the syringe in. “Breathe, Draco.”

It was hard to breathe while the thick lube was pushed into his penis. It was a weird feeling and it burned a lot. It would only take just a bit too much pressure and Draco would be damaged. He knew that was a possibility so he held perfectly still.

There was no relief when the syringe was pulled out because the pressure still remained. Draco knew it would get even worse.

“Lift your legs, place your feet on the rim and spread your legs,” Calan instructed. When Draco was in position, he prodded his entrance with a lubed finger. At least he tried to make this part as pleasurable as possible. Draco was thankful for that kindness. The finger was just pleasure and Draco started to rock on it as soon as it was inserted fully. Calan let him move a few times but then instructed him to be still. He searched for Draco's prostate and when he found it, he pressed on it. Draco made a sound between a whimper and a moan. The fear of what would come now made him whimper and the pleasure the finger was causing made him moan.

“Relax and squeeze you slit apart for me!”

Oh no! He was supposed to help with his torture! This was cruel. He obeyed, whimpering even before the long metal rod was placed against his slit. When the cold metal was placed on his slit, Draco's hands trembled. The rod was removed, and Calan looked into his eyes. “Are you okay?”

Draco whimpered and shook his head. He looked over to Igor apologetically. He hated to be so afraid and weak in front of the others. Igor spoke soothing words to Draco while he fondled Neville under water.

“Draco, look at me,” Calan instructed. “We cannot use Tara for this and we have no other male sub. We have done this before, so why are you so scared?”

“Don't know,” Draco sniffled miserably.

“It’ll be alright and you’ll come in the end, you know. You also know that it will be worth the torture because your release will be bone crashing.”

“I... know,” Draco sobbed. Why couldn't they understand that this didn't help ease the fear?

“I’ll put the rod in now, Draco. Remember, you are allowed to say your safe word. I’ll stop immediately.”

Draco knew that they would all be disappointed if he were to say his safe word, so he clenched his jaw when the sound was pushed into his urethra. It burned even after the lube in. It was the blue lube with the painkilling effect. It needed some time to work. Calan had applied it before he had fingered him in the hope that the pain-killing effect would have set in already, but he didn't know how the submissive body worked. First, there had to be the pain to be soothed. After a few seconds Draco relaxed his jaw because the pain ebbed and only the unpleasant pressure and the slight burning remained.

“Such a brave sub,” Calan praised before he placed the end of the rod against the spot he was pressing with his finger from inside Draco's anus.

Draco moaned and squirmed. He was lifted into the water, turned around to face the rim. “Put your feet up.” Draco knew what that meant and he obeyed very reluctantly. With one hand around Draco's waist, Calan used his other to fasten the shackles on the rim of the pool around Draco's feet. “Now your hands!”

Draco placed his hands in the shackles beside his feet. If Calan would let go of his waist now, Draco's cock would collide painfully with the wall of the pool because he had no way to hold himself away from it. Of course, Calan didn't do such a thing. He pulled his trapped arm from between Draco's stomach and leg and grabbed the sub under his thighs. While he fondled the trapped testicles, Calan slowly pushed into Draco. Soon he slapped a steady rhythm. Draco moaned even though it was torture. His cock and balls felt as if they would explode or fall off soon. He couldn't move at all and was totally at Calan's mercy. Calan played with the rod and ripples of pleasure went through Draco’s body, but were trapped <i>just there</i> because of the restraints on Draco's private parts. Calan pressed the rod down on Draco's prostate, and when the boy’s walls squeezed over his cock, he came hard. He groaned and pounded his release into the boy’s exhausted body with sharp stabs.

Draco hoped it was over now that Calan had come, but shortly after he was released he was moved over close to Igor and Neville. Draco was too exhausted to look at his friend and just obeyed Calan when the man ordered him to lift his right leg over the rim so his bum was facing Neville and Igor. Draco's eyes followed Calan to the shelf and he whimpered when he saw him come back with a pink dildo that was almost as big as the smaller of the two phallus’s that were attached to the rim of the pool. That could only mean he was being prepared for one of the outside phalluses and his torture was going to continue. Resting his head against his arm on the rim, Draco gave himself up to the torture.

When he felt the dildo at his entrance, he tried to relax. It was big; too big to feel good. The cock ring made sure Draco wasn't losing his erection, but without it he would have been soft by now. The dildo was pushed deeper and deeper. He thought about using his safe word, but he had come so far now he wouldn't give up. He wanted to make Calan and Igor proud of him.

“Very well done, Draco,” Calan said and gently placed Draco's leg back in the water.

Draco squirmed because this made his channel tighter and the dildo more uncomfortable.

“Yes, Calan is right. You are performing well,” Igor praised, making Draco's heart flip flop. That gave him new energy to go on.

Calan moved him to a pair of underwater shackles. They were made completely out of rubber and not cased in metal like the ones outside of the water. His feet were strapped to one of the underwater steps of the pool, his knees bent and shackled with restraints adorning the wall of the pool. Draco's arse was outside of the water now. Calan was holding Draco's cock so it would not come into contact with the hard wall. The pool was not filled to the rim. There was an edge of around eight inches that was waterless to the rim. A black, slick hole made out of rubber was slightly over and in front of Draco's cock in the wall of the pool above the surface. Calan tapped the hole and it moved were he placed it, directly in front of Draco's cock. “Now show Neville how to use the fuck-hole,” Calan said and placed Draco's dick into the hole.

Draco whimpered and tried to pull back. “The rod,” he said miserably.

“—Will not hurt you while you’re in there. You know there is a charm applied for that.”

Again, that was a dominant thing to think. That Draco knew there was a charm that prevented the rod from moving while he pumped into the hole didn't mean he could relax. With Severus he enjoyed the games, but Calan didn't really like them, so Draco wasn't reassured by the feeling of needing to please his dominant by Calan’s acting skills alone. He just wanted it to be over. He pushed into the hole and moaned. The dildo in his arse was rammed deeper into his body as a result of this move and his cock was jerking as if he was coming, but the rod prevented it. Draco could only stay still and wait for the unbearable pleasure to fade. He knew he would not find release in that hole and that made the pleasure a pure terror. At last, after a few thrusts, Draco was released and lifted on the rim.

“Just one more thing, Draco.”

Draco whimpered. He could hardly hold himself up. The pleasure was killing him. “Lean back so I can pull the dildo out,” Calan instructed and gently pressed Draco backwards.

Draco almost fell backwards because his arms weren’t able to support him well, but he could catch himself. With dread he heard the chain above the pool rustle, and Calan commanded him to give him his hands. They were placed in the smooth rubber material, and Draco's arms were drawn up until he feared he would fall over in the pool. Then he was lifted and placed on the black phallus on the rim. It was spelled to be slick and Draco glided easily down on it. His body was too exhausted to resist. He hung limply, suspended by the chain, the big phallus in his backside preventing him from falling into the pool while his upper body was already leaning dangerously over it.

Calan felt uncomfortable. He wanted to release Draco and kiss his discomfort away, but he was acting on Ages' command.

“Having problems fulfilling your head alpha's instruction, Calan?” a voice behind Draco mocked.

Calan jumped, surprised, and bowed his head.

Draco whimpered; he knew that voice and it could only mean more torture for him. He started to cry and sob.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, what's that sub?” Fenrir said and gently rotated Draco on the phallus to face him. “Did Calan do such a bad job? I knew it was a bad idea for the head alpha to send someone who wouldn't really enjoy this. Look at me!” He lifted Draco's chin and when Draco dared to open his eyes, he said, “You want to pleasure me, don't you?”

Draco whimpered. He felt the familiar burning in his chest. He nodded miserably. He was so exhausted, he was sure he would black out soon. He fought with himself as to whether he should ask Fenrir for mercy, but the urge to pleasure the powerful alpha was much larger. His panic became overwhelming when Fenrir took his cock and slowly played with the rod. If the alpha would lower his penis down at this point he would be in a lot of pain. “I would have stopped the head alpha from sending Calan, but I wanted to punish you.”

Cold sweat broke out over Draco's body. What had he done? He whimpered when Fenrir pressed his cock down a little. He would be damaged; he knew it. Tears ran over his cheeks and he sobbed. The hand stilled. “You will never put that cock into my pup without my permission, is that clear?”

Oh Merlin, there had to be someone else then Hermione, Neville, him and Neil if the alpha had found out about it before the dominants had joined them. This was his punishment. Fenrir had known he would hate to perform like this for Calan and now he would break his cock and damage him with that rod from the inside. Draco whimpered and bared his throat. “I... I'm sorry. I d... didn't know.”

“But now you know, do you?” Fenrir let his thumb circle around the rod.

Draco jerked in pleasure. Damn! He thrust into the hand of his hangman. “Yes,” he whimpered miserably.

“Good sub,” Fenrir said and that was the sign for Draco that he was forgiven.

“Thank you, alpha Fenrir,” Draco whispered, relieved. He was surprised that the caressing of his cock continued.

“Now, for the fun part.”

The alpha wanted to pleasure him after he had punished him? Fenrir never cared much for the subs’ pleasure, but he never was really cruel. At least not with Draco. “I'm so... It burns... I...” Fenrir's next move surprised Draco completely. He leaned over and said, “Shhh, little sub, I will take care of the burn.”

Draco's cock jumped, and he clamped down on the phallus. Was the alpha mocking him?

“I know you are scared of me, yet I also can smell your desire.” Fenrir bit Draco's earlobe and chuckled when he saw Draco's cock jerk again. “You enjoy this play with Severus and you will enjoy it with me. Now move up and down like the good little sub you are.”

Draco obeyed immediately. This was safer ground. He wanted to pleasure Fenrir with his performance, and he knew he could do so. Pleasure took over again; only his tiredness belittled the whole act.

“That's a brave little sub. I'm so proud of you. I think you deserve a reward. What should it be? A kiss or shall I remove this ball torture?” He gently let his little finger stroke over the tortured testicles and noticed for the first time that something was wrong. So he didn’t frighten the sub, he didn't say anything.

That was a hard decision. At first Draco didn't think about answering because he believed it to be a rhetorical question; that is, until Fenrir stilled the hand on his cock. “Can't decide,” Draco moaned. He wanted the hand to move again, but he knew he wasn't allowed to squirm.

“But you have to or we can't go on playing,” Fenrir whispered hotly in Draco's ear while he racked his brain as to how he would get Draco out of the ball restraint without casing unbearable pain.

“Kiss,” Draco whispered. Fenrir had never kissed him before and he knew the restraints would be removed sooner or later. Who knew if Fenrir would ever offer to kiss him again?

The kiss was worth it to keep the leather band over his balls. It was hot and brutal and Draco could lose himself in it. Fenrir played with his balls, but the pain and burning couldn't overpower the pleasure of the kiss. Draco felt so full by the phallus that he was sure he could press a football into his arse now. He hoped he would become tight again after this. He was ordered to move again when Fenrir broke the kiss.

With new enthusiasm, Draco plunged himself down on the phallus.

“Slow down. I can feel that the pace is too much for you to be pleasurable.”

Oh Merlin, alpha Fenrir really wanted him to feel pleasure. His cock jerked at the thought. Draco whimpered again when Fenrir cupped his balls and restrained them. He stopped moving out of fear Fenrir would rip his balls of. What had he done wrong?

Inwardly, Fenrir cursed. Something was very wrong with Draco's balls. Why hadn't someone seen it before? Fenrir's free hand sneaked to the leather band and removed it. “Move!” he commanded while he still held Draco's balls in a death grip. When the boy obeyed, he moved his hand with Draco's movements and started to flicker his pinky against Draco's almost hairless balls.

Draco moaned. The tickling from Fenrir's pinky was amazing. If this was the new Fenrir, Draco hoped he would have more chances to pleasure the alpha. He felt the man slowly lessen the pressure on his balls to let the blood flow back in. He stiffened because it was painful.

“Don't stop. Move on, or isn't the phallus pleasurable for you?”

Draco looked at Fenrir, shocked. The alpha couldn't want him to answer that question truthfully, could he?

“Answer me, boy!”

“It's too much,” Draco whimpered and looked down, ashamed. Fenrir had added the pressure to his balls again. At least the pain down there had lessened. The burning of shame in his chest was much worse now. He was lifted off the phallus and placed down on a smaller one; a warm one. Draco's eyes snapped open when he realized that he was on Fenrir's lap, and what was even more shocking, he was facing him. Never had a sub been allowed to face Fenrir in that position.

“Stop gaping like a fish on the shore and start moving again.”

Draco did. His chest was humming, and he felt small butterflies fluttering around in it. How had he earned this? The warm cock in his bum slowly soothed his ache. His channel quickly shrank again and his healing lube stopped the burn. Now the cock was pure pleasure and being able to look Fenrir in the face while fucking made him almost forget the damn rod in his cock and the other restraints. When Fenrir lessened his grip on Draco's balls again, the boy winced, leaned over his shoulder and hugged Fenrir.

That surprised the alpha. For Hermione's sake, he had tried another approach on the blond sub. He was one of her friends and he had wanted to make him feel good by rewarding him for helping Hermione. He hadn't really been mad at Draco for fucking Hermione. His small cock was no challenge for his monster. But it was his duty to show the whelp his place. He had almost regretted his decision of not stopping Ages when he had smelled the fear and torture of the sub in the room. He would make it good now.

Fenrir drew calming circles on Draco's back and the boy started to meow. He could feel the questioning looks from the pool, but he would deal with them later.

The calming gesture from Fenrir took Draco by surprise again, and he couldn't stop from sobbing some more. He knew he was confusing the alpha with his actions as he wasn't used to this; Fenrir never comforted crying subs or kids. Draco was relieved when he wasn't pushed away because of his behavior. “My balls will never be the same again, will they?” he asked fearfully.

“Of course they will. The head alpha will take care of that. It's not as bad as it feels right now.”

Draco thought his balls were dead, or very nearly dead, because dead balls couldn't hurt like that, but when Fenrir started to rock him, he relaxed. It was soothing and pleasurable at once and soon Draco moaned again, forgetting about the ache in his balls. He still hugged Fenrir and he had no idea how the alpha managed to move his cock in and out of him that much. No force could make him give up his place. Fenrir didn't say anything when he removed the cock ring. Again Draco whimpered, but the pain wasn't as bad as it was in his balls. It soon faded away while Fenrir pumped Draco’s cock in rhythm with his thrusts.

Draco felt Fenrir remove the rod slowly and his anus clamped down on Fenrir's cock. He could feel his orgasm come closer and closer the further the rod was pulled out. It was reaching the underside of the head of his cock and Draco breathed in to get ready for spurting his seed but then Fenrir stopped and pushed the rod down again.

“No, no, no,” Draco pleaded and shook his head in despair against Fenrir's shoulder.

“Shhh,” Fenrir said while Draco clamped down over him and pulled his legs tighter around Fenrir's back.

It was torture and pleasure at the same time. Draco couldn't decide which was more prominent. It was as if he were coming and coming without really getting release. He could feel the pain in his balls again and started to whimper. That must have been the sign Fenrir had waited for and he pulled out the rod with one swift move.

Draco jerked violently. Never in his life had he come so hard and long. If Fenrir wouldn't have been holding him tight, he would have hurt himself while thrashing around. Draco had the feeling he had come for over a minute now and it was still not stopping. He screamed and dug his nails into Fenrir's strong arms. He heard the alpha moan and release his seed into his hot burning channel. Still, he was feeling spasm after spasm of pleasure roll through him. “I'm dying,” he said, afraid, but the chuckle from Fenrir made him feel safe again. Very slowly, the orgasm ebbed away and he went limp in Fenrir's arms. He heard Fenrir say something to him but he couldn't understand him. His vision blurred and blackness overcame him.

Okay that chapter was extra long, so please don't be too mad with Calan or me for giving Draco pain. For all the Yorik fans. Then ext chapter he will finally get a go and will be VERY happy, as will be his alpha. Okay and Hermione, too. ;) Please review!
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