First story in a very long time so please be aware. I would appreciate any type of advice and criticism.
WARNINGS: This is a BDSM story! Though not too graphic, as it explores more the healing and love put into a true D/s relationship rather than the sexual side of it. Be aware though.
Thank you, Taters
Harry grumbled sleepily into his pillow as he awoke, stiff and unrested. Another day it was then. 'Of course; it's a new day every day, why would today be any different?' he crossly thought to himself. Harry was not a morning person, but not only that. Harry was angry, he was confused, and most importantly; Harry Potter was very lost. How could it be that the still praised and beloved 'boy who lived' and 'chosen one', the defeater of Voldemort; felt this way? Why did everyone in Wizarding London and beyond know his name, believed they knew Harry Potter, when Harry barely believed he knew himself? That was partly the problem, on one account at least; no body, despite what they themselves thought, knew the real Harry Potter. How could they? He didn't even know who he was. Despite everyone supposedly 'knowing' him, he had also never felt so alone.
Oh sure people tried, namely his still close friends Ron and Hermione; who, after the war nearly five years ago, finally tied the knot and moved out to the "more peaceful" country. Harry secretly thought it was utter bollocks; they just wanted their own lives, away from Harry's slightly loose and lack of one. Yes, his friends were happy; newly wedded and ready, he assumed, to start their lives together and build a family. And despite how he sometimes acted around them; Harry was happy for them: truly. Yet. . .
Harry roughly rubbed his hands through his mop of dark locks and down the side of his slightly rough cheeks, somewhat defeated of sorts, as he continued to rest in bed. Surely it had to be well past noon? Yet Harry made no move to get up; really what was the point? He looked up at the ceiling of his one room apartment; pathetic as it was. It was unkempt and dirty to put things politely; and Harry knew it. Though in reality the place was downright dreadful. Harry thought it was sickly suiting to his normal mood of less than cheerful.
Harry closed his tired eyes once more and half attempted to give himself a reason to get up for the day, or at least what was left of it. He muttered a tempus charm under his breath; nearly half past twelve. Bloody fantastic. He again searched for a good enough reason not to continue the rest of the day in bed, surely he was needed somewhere. He could floo Ron and Hermione or maybe today could be the day? Deciding, Harry lazily flung the dark gray, slightly ratty, and in dire need of a cleaning charm, sheets off his slim form; exposing his nearly naked body to the chill in the room.
"Bloody hell." He grumbled, as he cursed having the body of a sodding child and feeling a fool only sleeping in a pair old worn black briefs. It was cold this time of year, mid November, and who was he even trying to impress? His bed was as just as empty as it had been in a long time, just his own skinny white arse as his only company. That depressing thought occupying the better part of his brain, Harry reluctantly pulled himself out of the evaporating warmth of his bed. Surely today could be the day? And using that more positive thought, the twenty two year old savior got ready for the rest of the day.
Once clean and dressed to go out, Harry stared at his own reflection in his full length mirror, hanging crooked on the back of his loo door. The boy thought back to all that had changed since the end of the war. The year following the end of the final battle, Harry had been hopeful, happy even. The pain and fear of the war were over and Harry was finally free to be a normal person; to be himself. He was to marry Ginny, as it was always believed by his closes friends and the Weasley clan, even Harry himself at one point. Then they were to have children, Harry would find a normal job, and all would be fine. He once believed everything would fall into place; that all would be well and he could be happy living a normal, peaceful life, but it never did.
Shortly after everything was supposed to work out for him, after the war, Harry did try to be himself, yet by doing so, he found out more about himself then ever intended or wanted to. Such stuff discovered that prevented him from the life the hero had all planned out; Harry liked cock, a lot. The wizarding savior liked blokes, plain and simple. Once discovering his true sexual preference, such he suppose he never had time previously to stumble upon, everything he has once had planned obviously went to shite. Sure after he broke it off with Ginny, much to the Weasley's dismay and disappointment, Harry believed things would eventually work themselves out. That he would find a nice bloke instead of Ginny and follow through with his intended plan. Though after years that still had yet to happen. Sure the sex was better, even if only brief and mostly drunken one night stands; as per the norm for Harry. Yet still, something was unquestionably missing. Such lack of something he so desperately felt he needed, led Harry to his present feeling of defeat and anger.
He was bloody Harry fucking Potter, when was it his turn to be happy like everyone else around him? What would make him happy though? That was the ultimate question the boy constantly found swimming around in his mind. Harry had no earthly idea unfortunately. Even once entering his present depression if you will, Harry even more felt himself change from his former self. Slowly through the course of the years following the defeat of Voldemort, Harry's loose worn jeans turned to tighter darker pants and his too large jumpers morphed into lean fitting tops. Never did he wear something too over the top however, he tried to still blend in the best he could, but no longer did Harry feel, or really want to feel, like the former boy savior everyone so highly praised. He didn't deserve the hero worship. Yet even after all that, though he had grown attached to his newer edgier wardrobe, did Harry find what he really needed to find peace.
Feeling slightly dejected, Harry finished getting himself together. He, with practiced movement, quickly slipped a small silver hoop into the cartilage of one ear and then attempted, though failed, to perfectly spike up his unruly hair which was now kept slightly shorter than before. It would do, he suppose. Finally Harry moved back to his unmade bed and sat down on the edge to slip on his favorite worn black boots. Completing his outfit of tight dark wash jeans and a fitting plum V-neck. He would never admit it, but wearing his boots made him feel like a bad ass. And though Harry was lost for who he truly was and admittedly sad on most occasions, he even would confess he could look damn good if he tried.
Leaving with that more positive, but slightly narcissistic thought, Harry exited his dingy apartment with a slight smirk. Yes, today would be the day, he would make sure of it. As Harry made his way down the street, he once again thought back to the past. See once Harry had discovered his attraction to males, he had tried to find, for lack a better word, his place in the strangely active gay community in the wizarding world. A harder feat then he ever had imagined and something still left to discovery it would seem. However, though you would not believe so, Diagon Alley had its fair share of wizarding night clubs, and even a pretty steady collection of strictly gay retreats; much to Harry's initial delight when he found his lonely apartment a couple years ago. Through the years though, Harry had traveled frequently to all of them, not to find what he was looking for at all. He had been to all of them, except for one.
Harry kept his eyes trained to the well-worn rough toes of his favorite boots, a bit hesitant to even read the sign above him as he stood in front of the only club he had dared not to visit on the usually bustling night section of Diagon Alley; and for good reason. This was truly his last resort, it was true then that Harry Potter had, finally, hit rock bottom. Which lead Harry to finally lift his gaze to read the plain black wooden sign hanging above him and swaying slightly in the cool November air; Harry hugged his light worn leather jacket closer to him as he read to himself: "Dragon's Keep". Harry nervously swallowed. Despite never have actually entered the discreet club; nothing but a dark brick wall with a plain black door and the looming sign above it, Harry was not daft, he was aware of what went on behind the small windowless door. Today would be the day then, right? Despite it only being half past one, and the rest of the night life busy street being practically abandoned at this time of day, Harry still look in a deep calming breath before pushing solidly at the black nondescript door.
Yet it didn't budge. Harry deflated, of course the club wouldn't be open so early in the day, and here he believed himself clever; wanting to wonder and explore the place without the pressure and confusion of it packed with attractive bodies, doing Merlin knows what to each other. He suppose he would just have to muster the courage another time, and maybe try again; eventually. About ready to turn to head home however, he was stopped by a figureless voice coming through the door, "Do we have an appointment . . . sir?" The voice seemed to be almost mocking, especially with the belated sir attached to the end of its query.
Harry found himself full of new courage and even puffed up a bit, wanting to prove himself, he quickly lied not knowing what else to do to enter the club, "Um well actually yes, I do," he took another deep breath to maintain his, hopefully seemingly, calm composer. "I do have an appointment today."
Silence. Harry waited for the deep voice to answer him. But his only response was the eerie movement of the black door opening slowly in front of him. Harry took this as an invitation, he had no choice left but to boldly step foot into, for the first time, the "Dragon's Keep". He secretly prayed he was making the right decision. This was it then. Cautiously Harry entered the club. Once inside he was slightly disappointed, he hadn't know what he was initially expecting to find in such a place, but it was definitely not what he was faced with. It seemed just like a huge empty space, void of any of the . . . toys and contraptions he had believed to be housed there. What was the big deal? From all he could see it was just like any other night club he had visited; nice large dance floor, though empty right now, a bar off to the right, and he was sure if he came back at a later time, there would be a spell cast to illuminate the space in mood lightening and project the loudest of loud thudding dance music. Harry was nothing short of thwarted. This is what he had worked himself into a state for? "Damn it," Harry muttered to no one in particular, "I really thought this could be it."
Dejected he turned around to leave the empty night club. Maybe it was different when everyone was here? Putting his hands in the tight pockets of his pants, he made to leave, only to walk head first into what must have been a very large man. "Oy, watch where you are going." Rubbing his temple Harry made to move around the man he had run into. The man looked down at him. Harry noticed he was quite taller than he. That somewhat angered Harry. Must everyone be so large? Finally the man, dressed in a black suite with a silver tie, spoke, "Your appointment sir?"
Again Harry noticed that the man used a rather mocking tone when addressing him. 'Must be the guy from the door', he thought. Harry looked up to meet the man's face. He was very big, that was for sure, and hairy. He would remind Harry of Hagrid if his face wasn't so cold and stony. But unlike his good friend this man had slicked back black hair, tied back in a ponytail, and a perfectly manicured goatee. Harry resisted snorting of the idea of the gamekeeper with the same attributes. He must have been staring for too long, as the large man moved to head towards the back of the club.
"If you are going to stand there like a bumbling idiot, mouth open and everything, your appointment must not be that of consequence to you, if you name your appointees name I will happily cancel for you." The man turned back around to Harry, eyebrow raised in question. Taken aback and loss for words Harry quickly blurted out, "I forgot the name." The man simply closed his eyes and started walking towards a dark hallway in the far back left of the club. Harry stayed glued to his spot near the door. The man continued on walking only to stop a few steps from being lost of the shadows near the back, "Are you coming or not?" He spoke over his shoulder and waited. Quickly Harry regained his movement and followed behind the oversized man. He swallowed again, nerves overtaking him once more.
They continued down the dark hallway, lined with doors, but otherwise completely black. 'Whoever owned this place didn't think highly of a decorator,' Harry though as they made their way along the path. Finally the man stopped at a door with a plaque reading simply, "Dragon". He put out a hand to stop Harry from following, "Stay here." He quickly looked Harry up and down again, smirking. "Must I assume you are in need of a Dom? Or will you surprise me little one?" This caused Harry to scoff a bit. He wanted to surprise the rude man and say he was wrong, but could only muster up the courage to shake his head and quietly sputter out, "yes, Dom please."
The man looked down at him, eyebrow raised. "Better get used to proper etiquettes than little one, that's Sir to you. You will address me as such in the presence of this establishment." He looked pointedly at Harry then, his eyes cold. Harry didn't believe this particular man deserved the title of Sir, but listened, not wanting to mess things up. "Yes Sir." It didn't feel right, but appeased the man anyway as he made to enter the door, he smirked once more at him, "Wait." Harry nervously did as he was told, not knowing what he should expect nor what was expected of him. Was he really going to do this?
He waited for what seemed to him forever, and decided the door must have been sound proof, for he heard no voices beyond. Finally the large man stepped out again. Harry lifted his gaze and met the man's eyes. He quickly lamented such actions, as the man looked murderous. "Manners sub, you do not look into my eyes, not into the eyes of your Dom for such appointment today." He turned to walk down the hallway again. Harry just swallowed yet again, and did what he believed was what was expected here at the "Dragon's Keep", he followed. What had he gotten himself into?
He didn't want this large man as a dominate sexual partner, nor any sort of release for that matter. This was Harry's first time doing any of this sorts and he feared the beefy Dom would be too much for him to handle. He should never have even thought this sort of place could help him. Yet he kept his eyes down and followed this stranger further into the club. As they walked they passed more and more doors, and even though some had simple signs reading 'occupied', no noise was heard. Yes, the rooms definitely were sound proof then. Harry suspected that was a good thing. He didn't know what he would be hearing otherwise. Eventually the Dom stopped at an unmarked door and unlocked it with a tap of his wand. He then turned back to Harry, who quickly averted his gaze. The man held out his hand. "Wand sub."
Harry shot his head up, "No way!" He forgot himself and stared the man down. There was no way in hell he was going to hand over his wand, his only source of power in the presence of a man five times his size. The man only stared and repeated again, "Wand sub, now." Harry made no move to retrieve his pocketed wand. They both stared at each other until the man made a somewhat startled movement. He gaped. "You're Harry Potter?" He seemed to have lost his dominant persona and strangely smiled down at Harry. Harry didn't know what to do, he had assumed the man had known that already and just didn't care. "Um . . .?" Was all the savior could muster before the large man quickly gathered up his composer.
"Excuse me, right. Well. . . Mr. Potter, it is company policy that the submissive client must turn over his wand before entering a play room. Surely you understand. . . Sub." Harry noticed he had completely regained his previous business like dominate nature. Lovely. But, a bit reluctantly, Harry reached into his pocket and handed over his wand. "Sorry," Harry managed to get out while he re ducked his eyes, "I'm sorta new to all of this." He scuffed his feet a bit, not knowing what to do. He heard the Dom chuckle, "One could only have guessed sub, now in you go." He held the door open for Harry, and slowly, Harry entered the room.
The room was actually a lot larger than Harry had guessed, most likely with the help of some spell or another, but easily large enough to house several pieces of furniture Harry had never seen before, all looking completely naughty, including a black swing of sorts. He swallowed hard. The room, like the rest of the building was completely black, with the exception of a view magically floating candles scattered around the room. 'How romantic.' Harry sarcastically thought to himself. He licked his lips and turned around to face the doorway where the man was standing. He didn't look up however.
"Good boy. Now, knowing you are new to this I will help of sorts. I'm sure you are aware of what type of club this is, correct?" The man came over to Harry and touched his shoulder. Despite having been rather frightened of the man at first, Harry found this gesture inviting. Harry nodded to answer the man's question, then remembering what he had chastised Harry for earlier replied with, "Yes Sir." He heard the Dom murmur his approval at Harry's response. "Good boy, now first thing is first, what would you like your safe word to be?" This time Harry didn't know how to respond. What was a safe word? Must have sensed his confusion the dominant man touched Harry's shoulder again, "It is a word to let me know when you have definitely have had too much. Saying simply No, or stop will not suffice." Harry heard the man chuckle slightly, "Hopefully you will be saying them quite a bit actually." Frightened now, Harry chanced a look up, and the man winked down at him. A calming expression on his face. Harry relaxed a little and thought.
"Any word will do?" Harry asked, bringing his eyes down again and flushing. He didn't know if this is what he wanted. But the man answered yes, as long as Harry was sure it wouldn't come up unless he truly needed it, and Harry responded with, "Will snitch work?" The large man nodded then led Harry to the center of the room, "Ready sub?" all the young hero could do was barely nod yes. "Excellent" was his response in turn. Harry licked his lips. 'Well here goes nothing. Or everything.'
Harry kept his eyes trained to the floor as he heard the large man move about the room, surely gathering the things he needed to . . . torture?. . . Harry. Suddenly he felt something going over his eyes, a blind fold. "Let's begin with a simple flogging." He led Harry to what he assumed was a bench of sorts and bent him over, removing his clothes with a flick of his wand. Harry breathed in and out slowly from his nose. The first hit came without warning, and Harry cried out in surprise more than pain. More and more hits came and the more and more Harry took, the less and less sure he was that this is what he wanted. Sure, he liked the pain, Harry was known around the clubs of liking it a bit rough, but it was doing no more than giving him a bit of pleasure. Harry needed a release of sorts, more than anything sexual could give him.
"Oh you like pain, don't you slut. Are we a little pain slut? Is the great and powerful boy hero nothing more than a whore begging for more pain?" The Dom continued to slap Harry's bare arse with the simple flogger while he taunted Harry with his words. Indeed Harry was extremely turned on, with the excitement of trying something new and the pain of the raw burn on his backside, but he was a bit turned off with the degrading words. They came off as cheesy to Harry, like he was in a poorly made muggle porno. This thought made Harry chuckle slightly. Bad idea. "You think this is funny slut?" The next hit came down harder, too hard for Harry and he bit back cry of pain. Another, and one more. "Apologize for your poor manners sub." Another hard hit. Harry could tell blood had finally been drawn. This was not helping. His erection died down. Now frustrated the man slapped him once more with the flogger and moved to grab a hold of Harry's face. "Apologize. NOW!" The Dom than spat in Harry's face. Harry was mad, and scared. But before the apparently annoyed dominant could spit again, Harry angrily called out, "Snitch." Everything stopped. God, he must have appeared such a fucking pansy.
"Shit." He heard, the larger man say, right before Harry heard the door open. Still blindfolded however, he couldn't see the new man who entered the room. A new voice joined that of Harry's dominant handler. "Alfred, did we have a problem here?" The new voice was softer than of the man Harry now assumed was Alfred, the Dom. Yet softer, the voice held a firm commanding tone, much stronger than that of Alfred. "No of course not, Dragon Sir. The new sub here just doesn't know his limits yet." Alfred sounded a bit pissed, yet respectable at the same time. 'This man must be the boss', Harry thought, still bent over the bench and blind. Harry heard both men move around, then felt a cold hand on his burning bum. "A bit harsh for someone so fresh, no?" the new man moved around Harry touched the cold hand then to his cheek. "And look Alfred, you've scared the poor thing." He clucked his tongue disapprovingly. "Did you even ask him what he wanted, needed?" The cool man's questions was met with nothing but silence. "That's what I thought."
"You must excuse big Al over here," The man's hand had yet to leave Harry's cheek, it felt nice, "He's still new as far as Doms are concerned. That's my fault, I assigned him to you. My apologize Prey." His cool breath breathed over Harry's hot skin and he shuttered without control. With the man so close Harry though he recognized the voice. He couldn't place who's though, just that the voice contained much desired power and presence. The man was pure confidence.
"Alfred, when regarding a new sub, especially one so apparently delicate," Harry scoffed at the word 'delicate', he was Harry Potter for fucks sake. "One must read into what his prey wants," The cool hand ghosted across Harry's still burning back only to quickly but sharply slap Harry on the bum. "What the prey Needs." After one more quick slap Harry was once again fully erect. 'How could that even be?' he fervently thought to himself. Yet this man, this Dom, seemed to know, understand, what Harry needed. Even though Harry himself did not. "Oh see Alfred," another spank to Harry's rear end, "He likes this. Don't you my prey?" Harry quickly nodded and mumbled out, "Yes Sir." He heard a soft laugh beside him before another blow to his arse.
"That's yes Dragon to you Prey. I deserve a higher title than that of poor Al over there." Another slap and Harry's cock was weeping already for release. Harry cried out in pleasure this time, as yet another sharp spank to his bum set him off the edge. He shuttered as he came. Hard. All Harry could do was lay limp across the bench, tired, burning, satisfied. "Pity, I will have to teach you manners, I do say I did not give my prey permission to cum." The smooth voice reprimanded, yet petted Harry on the head. Harry decided it felt nice.
"Dragon sir, I am sorry. I. . ." Alfred began speaking from the corner of the room, he sounded defeated. The other man laughed quietly near Harry's ear. "He's a real softy once you get to know him Prey, he's still earning his 'wings' if you will." He ruffled Harry's hair. Then directed his attention back to the huge man in the corner. "Enough with your apologies. You are learning, I sent you off to a new sub. This is my fault. Speaking of which get him cleaned up and on his way. I have another appointment soon. Mustn't be tardy this Dragon." The commanding man stood up and moved away from Harry. Harry, in his venerable state, ass out and fully sated, missed the close contact with the Dragon. He wished someone would remove this bloody blindfold so he could see the man that finally seemed to touch on what he really needed.
"Oh and Alfred, for future reference, this boy needed a man in charge. Not a bellowing giant scaring him with floggers." Harry silently agreed along with the boss of the club. Alfred, the first Dom, had been too much, too scary. Harry decided he enjoyed the calmness, control, of the Dragon.
"Yes Dragon Sir, of course. My apology to the new sub" Harry heard heavy footsteps approach him and he immediately tensed up. "I will clean him up now." Harry tightened even more at the thought of the large man touching him again.
"No no, Alfred. I will. He's much too sensitive right now to have your giant hands fumbling around him." Though he was serious and stern, Harry heard a hint of a familiar tease in his tone. He felt rather than saw, the boss man smirk. Strange. "You may leave now, and prepare the next room for my next appointment. He should be here any minute now." Harry heard Alfred leave the room and immediately relaxed. Cool hands were on him immediately, first cleaning his slightly bloody back. "I do again apologize for my friend Al there, he's still learning. It was foolish of me to trust him with fresh meat like yourself." The man laughed. "Speaking of such, I do hope you shall decide to return to my humble keep again." He finished cleansing Harry's back with a simple wave of his wand to sanitize it and moved to remove the blind fold from the subs eyes. "You seem lost, and I do believe I could help you," The Dragon pulled up the blind fold, "Mr. . . "
Both Harry's and the man's eyes doubled in size as both recognized the other's face at once. All both men could get out was a synchronized "Shit." Before Harry closed his eyes in utter shame for letting none other than Draco Malfoy spank him to climax. 'Of bloody course.'