AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I've discontinued my two unfinished stories.
I just can't pick up on something that I created so long ago.
So I'm starting a fresh story for you guys!
P.S. If you have any story ideas (pertaining to HP slash pairings & bondage, of course) please run them by me!
C H A P T E R O N E ;
Harry Potter knew that the only escape from his pain came with pain itself.
Physical pain.
Physical pain shut his brain off and stopped all the racing thoughts and bad memories. His mind went blissfully blank, like snow on a television set, and all he could focus on was the searing, scratching, stinging, smarting pain. Nothing else.
It was beautiful. And Draco Malfoy knew it.
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Harry felt Draco's shoulder slam against his chest. He stumbled backward, lost his balance, and tumbled backward onto the bed with a cry. His body fell into a sea of emerald silk comforters, the puffy down filling and pillow-top mattress softening his fall. But Harry knew better than to enjoy the comfort; the bedroom was generally not where his punishments took place.
Draco was on top of him before he'd had a chance to sit up. He was bodily flipped over onto his stomach, his arms yanked behind his back. With quiet little clicks, a set of handcuffs were secured over his wrists. A black silk scarf tied itself gracefully over Harry's eyes.
"Draco!" Harry growled, twisting underneath the other boy.
That earned him a hard slap across the ass, coaxing another cry from his throat.
"Be silent, slut." Draco's deep, controlling voice cut through the night air like a knife. Harry swallowed, his body stilling.
Draco turned Harry onto his side, Harry remaining obediently immobile. He slid a small knife under Harry's shirt, making sure to slide the cold metal tip over the boy's sensitive nipples a few times. Harry shivered gently but otherwise did not move as Draco sliced apart his shirt and ripped it from his body. Draco pulled the boy off the bed and onto his feet, grabbing his pants and boxer briefs and tugging them down around Harry's ankles.
A smile spread over the Slytherin boy's face. Just inched below Harry's bellybutton, off-centered to the left, the letters DM were tattooed in large script. The end of the M trailed down in a swirl toward Harry's soft cock, pulling Draco's eyes down to the Prince Albert piercing that Harry had gotten as a present for Draco's recent birthday. The curved barbell glistened in the soft light of their bedroom.
Draco pressed his lips against the tattoo. Harry's small gasp was audible – practically tangible – to Draco. He kissed the smooth skin, running his mouth over Harry's hipbone, up to his bellybutton and down towards his dick. He blew softly, the air rushing over Harry's sensitive head, watching the Gryffindor's cock come to life before him.
"You never disappoint, slut," Draco muttered, rubbing his thumb over Harry's slit as the now-engorged cock reached its full and glorious length.
Harry let out a shaky groan. He knew Draco was playing with his self control. He hadn't been allowed to come in four days, and now Draco had gotten Harry hard and desperate. Draco wanted Harry to do something wrong to give him reason to punish him. And that very thought made Harry want to do something wrong.
"Please," he breathily whispered, knowing how much Draco hated it when he spoke without permission.
Draco's cruel laughter filled his ears. "You'll just never learn to shut up, huh, slut?" He gave Harry's balls a series of light taps, bringing the Gryffindor to his knees in pain.
He felt the familiar sensation of being Apparated, and suddenly the floor beneath his knees went from plush carpet to cold concrete. They were in Draco's basement, a place Harry was no stranger to.
Draco pulled Harry's pants and briefs off of his ankles and tossed them away. "Stand," he commanded, leaving no room for argument. Harry struggled to his feet, his cuffed hands making it a challenge. Draco grabbed the back his neck and forced him forward blindly in the basement, leading him over to the large wooden Saint Andrew's cross.
He undid the handcuffs and quickly secured Harry's wrists and ankles to the cross. Draco purposefully kept him facing the cross so that he had unobstructed access to his slut's flawless backside. The blindfold vanished with a flick of his wand. Harry turned his head to look over his shoulder and those green eyes quickly found him.
Harry took in the sight of his master. Draco stood there about ten feet away, underneath the light from the single naked bulb hanging from the ceiling. He was absolutely naked and completely hard, his platinum hair framing his face and free from its usual gel. His grey eyes were locked on his prisoner, a long wooden cane in his hand.
Harry's cock twitched and leaked, dripping a shining string of precum down to his knees. Draco looked unbelievably sexy, and he hated not being able to show his master just how hot he made him. He wanted to rip free of his bonds, run to Draco, and ravish him.
"The lessons I teach you always stick best with pain, don't they, slut?" Draco asked, walking slowly over to his captured prey. "Let me assure you that, after tonight, you'll never talk without permission again. Understand? Affirm, slut."
"Yes, master," Harry answered instantly, trying to contain his excitement. That cane promised that his back would be sliced to ribbons and that promised pain.
And pain promised bliss.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
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