Draco Malfoy had a secret, one he would do anything to keep just that, a secret. As a Malfoy he was raised the proper way. As a child he was never allowed to run and play like other kids. It was his mother's worse fear that he would get dirty, so if he ever did go outside he had to have at least one house elf with him at all times. His father was strict on never showing emotions and although Lucius wasn't normally 'abusive', Draco had seen the back of his hand more times than he could count. He was a Malfoy, through and through, with the trademark emotionless mask and perfect control, or at least to an outsider he was. That's why his secret was so terrifying, because his secret was something wholly un-Malfoy-approved.
The secret was actually two parts. The first was something a few had speculated about, but there was never any solid evidence. Draco Malfoy was bent, a pouf, gay. That was frowned on, but if that was the extent of the secret he could have worked on it and gotten his father and the world's approval. The problem was that the fact that he liked guys, was only the very top of the iceberg. There had been a few Malfoy's in the past who had that inclination, but, you see, all those Malfoy's were tops. It was okay as long as the Malfoy in the equation was the one doing the fucking, but for a Malfoy to want to be fucked, to be submissive enough to want something like being dominated… it was a complete scandal.
Draco Malfoy had discovered that he was a submissive bottom, and that nothing turned him on more than the thought of another guy completely dominating him. It had been an accident, this little discovery. He had visited an SM shop, one his father had frequented and one that did a little side of prostitution. So not only could you buy the whips and chains, but you could test them out. Draco had been intrigued and after buying a few pieces decided it would be a fun way to lose his virginity… he later blamed it on the three shots of firewhisky he had needed to gather the courage to go there. That wouldn't have been so bad, but in his slightly drunken state, Draco had said he wanted to test out the set of whips, chains, and the ball gag.
Draco didn't even realize till later that he never specified he wanted someone ells to be in the chains, which would explain the odd look the store owner had given him. The big butch man who had been assigned to him had asked him to take off his clothes, and Draco had complied, not even trying to think of anything past his drunken haze, and the man had hooked the ball gag up first. Draco's mind had started to clear, but the gag was already in place and the man was already man handling him into the restraints. That first time he had gone had been terrible, the man had been very good with the whip, and Draco had passed out after the eighth stroke.
He had vowed after that he would never go back, but a few weeks later, when the lashes were fully healed, he got curious. The lashes had been too much, but the chains and even the gag hadn't been so bad. He had told himself he would just try it one more time, to ease his curiosity and to be completely sure he hated it as much as he should. Maybe if he had never gone back that secant time, he would have still been a true Malfoy. What was that muggle saying, oh yes, curiosity killed the cat.
The second time he came in under a Polyjuice Potion and he had gotten a man closer to his own size, tall and lean. The man did the same things, but between each stroke he would pause and touch him, sometime his face, sometimes his thighs, sometimes he would even fondle him to be sure he was hard, before stepping back and giving him another stroke of the whip. The man stopped at nine strokes, and Draco had cried when the man finally came forward and began to stroke him firmly in one hand as his other stroked down between his cheeks and gently prodded at his entrance. That little prod was all it took to put him over the edge.
Draco had become enraptured, because he had never felt such pleasure and pain, mixed together so perfectly. It was a relief afterwards, he had gotten his release, not just physical but emotional as well. He had never felt so good, and things had never been so easy. He did all of his homework and review for the summer, spending not even half the time it would have taken him before. He wasn't as stressed out or high strung as had been for longer than he could remember.
It was wonderful. So, he went back under the same disguise a secant time and requested the same man. This time he ended on ten strokes, and the man had placed his entire finger in before Draco came. After his third session with the same man, where he had gotten two fingers into Draco, the man asked Draco if he could fuck him the next session. Draco said he would think about it and tell him next time. Draco had thought about it, and he really wanted it, but what scared him was the thought that he would let a total stranger fuck him. He just didn't know if he trusted the man enough to get that personal, that intimate. When Draco fumbling tried to explain this to the man, he had smiled and said, "Perhaps if you got to know me?"
That's how Draco not only discovered he was gay and had masochistic tendencies, but he also somehow acquired a pen-pal. Stefan, the man who had awaken him to this world, was hopeful that by writing Draco about himself, his life, the things he did, and what he wanted to do to Draco, that hopefully when Draco got back from 'Boarding school' he would be more willing to go all the way. Draco had told him he probably would write back, but Stefan didn't care, he wanted to write Draco, and Draco wanted to have some connection to this wonderful world while he was at Hogwarts, along with a few toys he had well hidden in his trunk, so he had given Stefan the address to a PO box that his elves would check weekly and send him anything that came in the box under a concealment spell so that no one but he could read the words that could condemn him.