Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter, nor do I make any form of profit from this. I just own my imagination.
Thanks to my nea, Misty, who revised this and who without I couldn't post this, and I couldn't be without. Love ya Nea. ^^
The older cynical man ran his hand down the younger boy's trembling body as he rested his on the adolescence's anatomy. After descending his limb as far downward as it would allow him, he trailed it back up stopping at the teen's pale pink nipples to inject his razor sharp nails into them.
"Ah...!" The ebony haired boy released a pained consumed, almost angelic scream.
The causer of the teenager's grief gave a torturous grin before placing his head between the collarbone and jaw line of the involuntary, instilled boy. He harshly bit down on what he knew as one of the boy's tender spots resulting in a slow, shallow shriek escaping the premature male's mouth. The pleading noise only effected into the tighter closing of his skin entrapped in between craving teeth, and the shifting from the piercing nails to the burning sensation of rough fingers surrounding his nipple.
While exhaling, the younger male let out a small, shallow shriek that was once caught in his throat while warm, heated sorrow produced tears run down each hollow cheek. Acknowledging the trembling male's production of tears, the charismatic man asked in a demoniac like tone "Do you not enjoy?"
"No, Master," the boy forcefully replied through gaps in as he inhaled.
"Do you wish for this to cease?"
Before answering, he tightly shut his eyes and bit intensely hard upon his bottom lip, causing a slim stream of blood to be tasted on his tongue. He knew the honest answer, and he also knew the correct answer. "N-no. No, Master."
Having complete and utter control on the mind controlled boy greatly amused the captor, and to farther amuse himself, he asked "Do you love me?"
The captive desired to exclaim the obvious answer; the answer they both knew; the answer that would never be spoken aloud. "Yes... Master."
The demonic voice also had a demonic laugh, chuckling at the other male's penchant to cease to be punished. "Excellent. Now spread them for papa, okay?" He grinned evilly, giggling in his ear.
The boy kept his eyelids tight as he hesitantly extending his thighs apart.
"Good boy," he encouraged, placing his hands on the slave's hips and positioning himself. "Shall I enter?"
A question that action would proceed no matter the outcome of the answer.
"Y-yes... Master."
A devilish smirk planted itself on the Master's lips as he forcefully and easily penetrated the tender flash.