Harry waited nervously as the loading dots spiralled on his laptop screen. He'd been waiting for this moment all day, and now it was here he wasn't sure what to do with himself.

Late last night, Harry had discovered a website online. At first glance it had seemed like a normal gay BDSM porn site (if any of them could be said to be normal) , but when he looked closer he found that the men in the windows were not actors, they were alone, and there were text instructions scrolling across the bottom of their windows that seemed to be telling them what to do. After more exploration, Harry had established that the site was almost like an online strip club, where doms could give instructions to subs on the end of webcams. The identity of the doms was totally confidential, as were the names of the subs, although their faces were visible, and there were a variety of arrangements the website offered.

There were public forums where any dom could see or comment and tell the sub what to do, but they seemed a bit too hectic for Harry. He preferred a more personal experience. He had chosen to pay a little more to become a premium member, so he had access to the exclusive rooms where the best trained subs were, for a time, the exclusive property of one dom, who could decide whether anyone else could join in.

But it had taken some time for his membership and payment to go through, so he'd had to wait until now, after coming home from a frustratingly boring day at work in St Mungo's. He couldn't stop thinking about how perfect this website was for him - a chance to finally escape the label of 'The Chosen One', and escape the twinks who threw themself at him for the money they'd make from a story sold to the Prophet. Skeeter had been dying to get hold of an inside scoop on Harry's sex life, but so far he'd been lucky, and she had not found her story. But luck could only last so long.

This way, Harry could indulge in his preferences without fear of discovery. He supposed it was because of his uniquely violent childhood, or the fact that he had never really felt in control of his life before, but nothing got Harry harder than the thought of a bound and gagged man he could use for his pleasure.

What he really wanted was a submissive mate, someone he could look after and protect, hold to his chest in the night, as well as fuck and dominate. But this was the next best thing, and if he found someone he liked, maybe it could lead to something a little more tangible.

Finally. It had loaded, and what Harry supposed could be called the 'menu' page came up. Sensuous photographs of all the high end subs the muggle site had to offer.

He scrolled through, eager at first, but soon found that he was far choosier than he had anticipated. Body after body flashed by, each looking more trashy and cheap than the last. He knew it was his problem really, but he wanted someone who didn't look like he'd sell his body for a fiver. Perhaps this website was not the answer to his prayers.

But just as he was about to close his laptop, he saw him.

Blonde hair and wide, grey eyes called to him, and he clicked on the link without even conciously deciding to. Pictures filled his screen and Harry's breath caught. The man was beautiful. Truly beautiful. Harry had to have him.

And yet he seemed familiar. But maybe that was just because of how he seemed to be the embodiment of Harry's perfect man.

Soon, although not soon enough for Harry's cock, he was linking into a live feed of the young man. He was kneeling on the floor of a dark walled room with a soft looking carpet and no furniture. Merlin, he was even more incredible live.

Taking a deep breath, Harry began to type.

Hello. What should I call you?

"Slave is fine master," came the timid voice clearly through his speakers. The blonde head had lifted to answer, and Harry was again struck by those big eyes and their innocent glow. He was just about to type back when it suddenly struck him where he knew the boy from.

Draco Malfoy. No fucking way.

The naked body in front of him shifted, clearly it was an uncomfortable position, and Harry's brain was whirling. Surely this couldn't be the same boy he'd known in school. That Malfoy had been arrogant and vindictive, whereas the boy he could see looked so very innocent and pure hearted.

Well, Harry thought, I suppose I've changed quite a lot in the 5 years since the War, maybe he has too. Besides, noone with that body could be anything but perfect, and Harry wanted him.

Flexing his fingers, Harry typed again.

Alright slave. Now, what are your limits?

"I don't know master, I haven't been doing this long, to be honest"

How long?

"Umm," Draco shifted nervously, "about 5 minutes now sir."

Harry sat back stunned. He hadn't thought the boy could have gotten more perfect, yet here he was, a whore on a glorified porn site who really was innocent. Harry couldn't have been happier, but something didn't add up.

Why are you an 'exclusive' sub then slave?

"It's on the registration form master, it asked if I wanted to be used privately or publically, and I chose private."

Good boy.

Harry was delighted to see a light blush paint Draco's cheeks while a small smile lit up his lips.

You like being called a good boy.

"Yes sir."

Good. Now, as it's your first time, which I am very pleased about, by the way, I want you to choose something to do for me.

"Umm, I don't know master, I don't know what you like..." Draco's voice was the perfect mixture of being uncertain yet desperate to please.

Alright. Maybe Harry was being soft, but he already knew he couldn't refuse Draco anything. Touch yourself. Imagine no one's watching and just make yourself come.

"Yes master" breathed Draco, seemingly relieved at the relative tameness of his task.

Talk me through it, tell me what you're doing and how it makes you feel. Don't stop talking.

"Yes master. I'm putting my hand round my cock" Harry found the slight hesitation before the word 'cock' just adorable. "And I'm stroking it slowly. It feels nice master, but not overwhelming yet. Now I'm collecting up my precum and smearing it over the head. It's really sensitive there and my nails scraping it lightly feel amazing."Draco's bretahing was starting to come heavier now.

"I'm...I'm pumping harder now master, imagining it's your hand on me. I'm pinching my nipple with my other hand and I like the pain sir. Knowing you're watching me master, it turns me on so much. I want to please you master, I want to be good for you."

Good boy. You're being very good.

"Thankyou master. Ohhhh... Fuck master I want you to be the one touching me. I want to feel you on top of me and inside me oh please master please..." Draco's voice was fading out now, overtaken by the strength of the pleasure he was feeling.

Keep going pet. Don't come yet, I want to come at the same time. You look so good baby, mmm I want to suck your cock and fuck your beautiful arse, Bend over for me pet, let me see your lovely arse.

"Yes master" Draco groaned, shifting onto his knees facing away from the camera and presenting his butt for Harry's pleasure.

Harry couldn't hold back his moan at the sight, and his hand, which by now was wrapped around his own cock and pumping furiously, sped up and tightened.

Draco looked back over his shoulder, eyes half lidded in pleasure, his hand still moving, and Harry barely had time to type the word Come before his prick was practically exploding in his hand.

Draco followed immediately afterwards and they both sat there, panting and trying to recover from the most intense orgasm of both of their lives.

Hi there! Hope you enjoyed, I might be continuing, but I guess it depends on the response, I don't really have time to indulge myself if you guys aren't enjoying it! So please review? It's christmas... :)