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Bad Doggy	By : sonofdarkness Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 19261 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He sat in the cold empty room on all fours, head bowed, waiting for

the sound of footsteps to start echoing down the hall. The collar

round his neck was strapped so tight that his breathing was made

slightly more difficult than usual, the leash connected to the

constricting strap of leather had been attached securely to the

floor by magic, preventing him from running or trying to escape.

Both items had been 'given' to him by his Master, and were symbols

of possession. There was no way for him to take them off as they had

been magically sealed the day they had been put in place and only

Lucius could remove them... and He never did.

He knew what was coming and all he could do was sit and wait for it

in his cold, dark, damp empty cell.

He would go along to Death Eater meetings with Lucius and sit by His

feet obediently; head bowed in submission, remaining silent unless

spoken to while Lucius stroked his hair affectionately. He would

perform simple doggy tricks (Sit, rollover, fetch, beg) for His

amusement in private, he would pant and crawl and eat out of a bowl

on the floor but this time Lucius had ordered him to do something he

was not going to subject himself to.

Lucius had wanted harry to 'show The Fellow followers of the Dark

Order what a good doggy he was.' And had shouted commands at him to

sit, rollover, beg, fetch. But harry was NOT going to play the dog

for Voldemort and his cronies, why should he? He wasn't THEIR pet.

Instead he had sat stubbornly by Lucius' chair, refusing to move.

This had infuriated his Master and he had been brought here to this

dank cell to await the proper punishment after the meeting had

ended. It was quite a long time before he finally heard the familiar

footsteps approaching from down the hall.

A bitingly cold breeze blew over his naked flesh and he shivered as

the old rusty lock on the door was opened with a loud bang. He

didn't look up, that would only incur more punishment, but he knew

who it was. He could smell him, smell the cloves on him. He knew

that smell now, it was his special scent, a scent he had feared at

first but one now that he had grown to love, as he loved it's

wearer. He closed his eyes briefly as those oh-so-familiar black

Italian leather boots moved closer.

"You defied me" Lucius drawled, no real trace of emotion in his

voice. "You know what the punishment for defying is, don't you,

pet?"

"Yes Master." Was Harry's almost whispered reply. He knew better

than to protest, protesting just brought more pain, but if he took

the punishment well and without question Lucius would usually reward

him for being a good puppy afterwards. The last time Harry had been

punished Lucius had been so pleased with him that he had taken it

upon himself to pleasure the boy until he came, crying with

adoration, and stroked his hair until he was asleep.

But, of course, Harry hadn't humiliated him infront of Voldemort

before.

"Do you think it funny to show me up infront of The Dark Lord,

Potter?" He asked, walking gracefully round behind him.

"No Master. Sorry Master." He whispered, eyes to the floor, not

daring to move a muscle lest Lucius think him disobeying again.

There was an unpleasant churning feeling in his stomach, he could

tell by Lucius' apparent lack of temper that this was going to be

bad. The calm before the storm as it were�

Harry heard the boot heels click on the cold stone floor as Lucius

made his way over to the far wall. He shivered again but no longer

from the cold, he hoped it wouldn't be the whip. He hated the whip,

he hated to bleed and the whip always made sure he did just that.

Lucius saved it for the most severe punishments, it had only ever

been used twice before and both times Harry had nearly blacked out

from the pain.

Still looking down at the floor, he heard a rattling noise from

behind him then the sound of something being taken it'sit's mount.

Lucius was going to restrain him, hew knew it, he recognised the

rattling sound to be chains and manacles and he closed his eyes

again, trying to hold back a whimper as he mentally berated himself

for being so stubborn.

"I will not tolerate this kind of disobedience, pet. You will learn

to obey me in everything or you will find your life made very

difficult." Then the clicking of heel on stone was getting closer,

and stillovinoving, Harry saw the shiny leather boots come to a halt

only a few feet infront of him. Suddenly the leash was unattached

from the floor and lay loosely by Harry's hand, dangling from the

black leather collar.

Lucius held out his hand expectantly and almost instinctively, Harry

took up the leash, raised his arm and handed it to his Master.

"Good, stand up." He ordered and Harry quickly did as he was told,

pushing himself up quite painfully from the floor, knees red from

the harsh stone and body covered in goose pimples.

Without waiting for Harry to get used to his new standing position

Lucius pulled him quickly over to the wall and, putting a hand on

Harry's back, pushed him against it. Harry winced as his chest came

into contact with the rough, cold cell wall; it felt like ice on his

skin and scraped over his flesh painfully.

He didn't fight when Lucius took hold of his right wrist and raised

it high above his head, placing it in a cold steel manacle and

locking it in place. Nor did he do so when Lucius repeated the

process on his left wrist, leaving him bound and quite prone to

anything his Master wished to do to him.

"You need to be punished for you disobedience, do you agree, my

pet?" Lucius purred into Harry's ear as he slid one pale hand down

Harry's spine, letting it rest on the small of his back. Harry

swallowed nervously and nodded.

"Yes Master." He murmured quietly, knowing that the gentle hand on

his back would soon be dishing out whiplashes.

"Who do you belong to, Potter?" Came the silken voice once again as

Lucius's mouth found Harry's neck and began to suck on it, as if

trying to draw blood right through the skin. Harry liked it, he

liked it when his Master touched him, or bit him or stroked him, he

even liked it when Lucius punished him, but hen't n't like the whip.

"You, Master. Only you." He moaned, head now tilted slightly to one

side as Lucius continued to drink the imaginary blood from the

imaginary wound on his neck.

It wasn't long before Harry felt his cock twitch and begin to

harden, Lucius always knew when Harry was aroused, he could feel it,

and this time was no exception. Moving back slightly he reached for

the whip that he had taken down from its mount on the wall and let

it unravel. It cascaded to the floor; long leather tendrils all

braided into on long lash, handle of ebony engraved with a silver

snake coiled around the base. Lucius' favourite toy, only for

special occasions.

He flexed his wrist, getting reacquainted with the weight of it. He

liked it, the way it felt in his hand, the noise it made when it

struck flesh� Harry's flesh. Harry bled so beautifully.

Turning once again to face his pet. "Tell me why you need this, my

pet." He said, sounding a little more heated than the last time his

spoke.

Harry's arousal faded quickly when the touches ceased, and had now

been replaced with fear. "Because I disobeyed you, Master. I defied

your wishes and I need to be taught a lesson." He said shakily, as

if it were a well-rehearsed script.

Lucius seemed satisfied with the answer and smiled cruelly.

"Good boy." He raised his arm, whip held tightly in his fist and,

making sure to angle it so as not to let it wrap round Harry's body,

he swung the long leather lash at Harry's back, hearing the loud

crack as it made contact.

Harry's eyes widened and he screamed, the muscles in his arms tensed

as he automatically tried to free his hands from their restraints.

The whip had broken the skin, he could feel a warm line of blood

pooling at the wound and knew that before the punishment was over

his back would be a patchwork of blood, welts and scars. Tears

sprang to his eyes instantly and he tried to blink them back,

dropping his head and resting his forehead against the cold stone

wall.

The gash ran from Harry's lower right back up to his left shoulder

blade, already a thin line of blood was trickling down Harry's skin

towards his legs. Lucius licked his lips as he watched the crimson

trail it left on Harry's buks. ks. Harry was so ripe, so young, so

firm and supple. Lucius had certainly chosen his pet wisely, it had

taken a while to bend Harry to his will but it was worth every

second just to see him bleed.

Without warning the whip struck again and Harry convulsed and

screamed, his knees seeming to momentarily lose the ability to

support his body weight, but quickly regaining it again as he

straightened up, a tear falling from his eye and dripping onto the

floor as he tried not to sob. "M-master�" He whimpered, closing his

eyes against the tears waiting to escape.

"Do not speak, pet. Not until I tell you to. Is that understood?"

Lucius snapped, watching as another trail of blood ran down Harry's

flank and trickled down his leg. Harry nodded and swallowed another

sob as he screwed up his face against the pain.

Lucius waited until three harsh lashes later, where Harry screamed

and tried to escape the torture, before moving the whip down to

strike at Harry's thighs. Harry's throat was sore from screaming and

he no no longer able to hold back his crying, he was sobbing and

trembling between lashes and trying in vain to escape them when they

fell.

Five� ten� twenty.

Lucius watched with delight as a small puddle of crimson formed at

Harry's feet, his legs now streaked with blood. He wanted to taste

it. He had done it before, taken Harry's blood and fed on it as if

it were life. Like Harry, it was fresh and young and perfect.

Lowering the whip he watched Harry for a while before putting his

toy carefully back on its wall mount. Harry's sobs rang in his ears

and he revelled in them. "Tell me again, Potter, why I had to punish

you"

Harry let out a shuddering breath and raised his head

slightly. "Because I disobeyed you, Master." He repeated. "I defied

your wishes and needed to be taught a lesson." It was engraved in

Harry's brain.

"Good," he drawled. "Now, tell me why you felt the need to disobey

me. Do you like it when I get angry?"

Harry took a moment to think his answer through, not wanting further

punishment. Keeping his eyes to the wall he spoke softly but

surely. "No, Master. I just didn't want you to share me with them.

I'm your pet, not theirs and I don't want them to have what you

have."

Reaching out, Lucius ran one pale finger down one of the gashes on

Harry's back. Harry winced and gave a half-hearted attempt to twist

away from it.

"You think I would let them have what I have, my pet?" He brought

the finger to his mouth and tasted the coppery red liquid there.

Savouring it like a fine wine. "Simple doggy tricks are nothing to

me. Your panting and barking is not what I keep you for." He

informed.

Harry didn't answer, only waited until he was asked a direct

question again. He didn't want to talk out of line.

"You want to be a good pet, don't you, Potter?"

Harry nodded. "Yes, Master."

"Tell me then, how you are going to be a good pet." Lucius said,

standing close behind him, watching as the boy's back heaved with

laboured breaths.

"By obeying you, doing as you ask without question or protest."
ry rry responded, eyes still tear filled and glassy.

Lucius ran another finger down a different gash, collecting the

blood on his fingertip and tasting it again, he liked the way

Harry's back arched at his touch.

"And how do I know you mean that

and aren't just saying what you think I want to hear?" He smirked,

wanting nothing more right now than to suck and lick at Harry's

wounds.

"I promise, Master. I mean it, I promise." Harry pleaded, sounding

fearful once again. "Please Master�"

"Do you love me, Potter?" Lucius asked in a deep voice, full of

arousal.

The word was quiet, barely even audible. "Yes�" Harry loved his

Master more than life itself.

Reaching for his wand, Lucius smiled. He knew Harry depended upon

him, that he p for for him when left alone. It was the ultimate

victory, not only had he broken the boy's will to fight him; he had

made the boy love him unconditionally above all others.

"Good boy." He cooed as he muttered a spell that dissolved the

manacles round Harry's wrists. Weak from the punishment, Harry

instantly slumped, but managed to hold himself up by clinging to the

stones and chips in the wall. He wasn't sure what Lucius was going

to do next, but he was relieved to finally have use of his hands

again.

"Turn around, Potter." Lucius instructed and held out his hand

again. Once turned, Harry picked up the leash and placed it in his

Master's palm as expected. Lucius waited a while for Harry to regain

some strength before walking him back to the middle of the

room. "Down."

Carefully, Harry got down onto all fours again, head bowed, eyes

downcast.

"Do you want to know why I keep you, my pet?" The blonde man asked,

almost gently. Harry wasn't sure if that was a rhetorical question,

so he just nodded, hoping that would be good enough. It was.

Behind him, Harry could hear the sound of a belt buckle being

undone, then the clatter as the belt was thrown to the floor.

Unbuttoning his trousers, Lucius parted the fabric, doing the same

with his boxers, he reached inside and took hold of his erection.

Once again taking up his wand, he knelt down behind Harry and

pointed it at Harry's entrance.

Muttering a simple lubricating charm Harry was instantly slickh
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