Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters (I do own Sebastian Corax)
Now That You're Here
Chapter 2
With just the mention of his name Hermione's body went rigid on Ginny's lap and Ginny instinctively began to rub her back and leg to sooth her.
"We can discuss this another time guys…" Harry began, picking up on Hermione's body language.
"No Harry, its ok I'm alright. I'm safe here and this is a good way for me to deal with all of this so go on with what were you discussing." Hermione explained.
Sebastian picked up the conversation with a knowing glance at Hermione "Well Mione, you didn't miss much I had just started telling everyone that I have called in some favors with the help of Malfoy and Harry, Ron will not be getting the Dementor's Kiss."
"Oh thank you Bastian, I know you all think I'm insane for this but I don't want Ron to die, I have come to terms with this and I won't forgive him anytime soon…or maybe not ever but he doesn't deserve such a cruel fate." Hermione replied to the group
"We do understand on some level Hermione we really do and we don't want Ron to get the kiss either but we still feel he needs to be punished. We have come up with a better plan for him" Harry began
"Life in Azkaban?" Hermione asked
"No, in two days Ron will be transferred to a muggle prison, it took a lot of magic and favors but it will happen." Harry concluded
"How? Can't he do magic to escape?" asked Hermione sounding a bit nervous
"No luv, with permission from the Minister we altered his memory just a bit. So he doesn't know he's a wizard and he thinks he stood trial for his crimes …he got the maximum sentence for any muggle that did what he did. He'll be away for 20 years" Sebastian added
Hermione didn't know what to say. After all this time it looked like her ordeal was finally coming to a close and a feeling of relief washed over her and she smiled as her friends all stood around her with a warm embrace.
Harry and Sebastian escorted Ron to HMP Castle Huntly. The facility sits about seven miles west of Dundee in the Cass of Gowrie, Perth and Kinross in Scotland. They posed as two guards with a prisoner transfer and everything went smoothly. Ron was processed in and strip searched for contraband then issued his prison clothes. Once he was in his gray jumpsuit he turned one last time toward Harry and Sebastian before they ushered him through the iron gate that closed behind him with a resounding clang.
As with any prison news of a "newbie" spreads quickly and news of his crimes spread even quicker. After orientation when he arrived at his cell all the inmates around him knew just what type of a man he was. Much like a college hazing, plans were being made for Ron as he met his cell mate Ian, a large bald man with several tattoos who was reading a book. Ron was scared, nervously he entered his cell.
"Hello my name is Ron" he said with a quiver in his voice
"I'm Ian, top bunk is yours" Ian said without looking away from his book. Ron climbed up to the top bunk and lay there all night unable to sleep.
The next morning all the inmates were ordered into the showers. Ian lingered and watched Ron as he came out, towel tied low on his hips and red hair damp and sticking all over the place, smiling at Ian as he went to get changed. It was a few minutes later that the curtain to his cubicle was flung open, revealing a very wet and very naked Ian. Ron immediately covered himself with his hands and backed into the corner.
"Oi! What're you doing, Ian! Get out." But Ian did not get out, no, he walked forward, huge smirk on his face and his eyes twinkling with amusement. Ron was getting a little nervous now; still Ian advanced and slapped Ron hard across the face as he grabbed Ron's arm, twisted it behind him and bent him over the bench
Ron tried to look at Ian. "Ian don't do this. Please Ian."
Ian shook his head addressing the man behind him. "See what I mean, he is a disobedient whore. I think a cock in his mouth and a nice red ass will help him remember his place." Ron's mouth was filled with Ian's cock as he felt a paddle come down on his ass. It seemed the men were to take turns on either end with a paddle or in his mouth, hearing comments about how when they fucked his red ass hard he would learn his lesson better. Ian tied Ron's hands behind his back
Malfoy entered the room and smiled at him. "Oh Ron what a pretty predicament you are in. All tied up and no where to go, for tonight, you're not going to talk. Not a word. If you do, I'll gag you." Ron gave a small, whimper
Ron's face had gone slack, mouth open in shock. Malfoy simply smiled, knowing Ron had not expected him to go in this direction. Ron also knew Malfoy as one of his former guards due to the memory modification. But really, how could he ignore the opportunity to strip Ron of his dignity? Besides, it would make the other punishments so much more effective.
Ron had no choice but to obey; he had no idea what was coming, and no way to defend himself. Malfoy stood and watched him. Malfoy moved forward and began circling Ron slowly, eyes appraising. Ron stood naked and shivering not moving. The circles had been getting ever smaller as Malfoy walked them. Now he was close, barely a foot from Ron as he spoke.
Malfoy reached out suddenly and pinched Ron hard, drawing a gasp. He pulled back and kept moving, enjoying the new red mark on Ron's shoulder. He pinched Ron again, on the thigh this time. He kept moving, pinching Ron's skin, leaving little red marks all over. Ron managed to shore up his composure and stop gasping; now he knew what was coming. Malfoy couldn't have that. He eyed Ron's round, pale little ass, and pinched the soft underside hard. Ron jumped violently, giving a small, bitten-off sound. Malfoy smirked victoriously and backed off. Malfoy stood still in front of Ron.
He deliberately came close to him, invading his personal space and using his height to force Ron to look up to meet his eyes. Ron spoke quickly, words spilling out of his mouth in a frightened rush. "I'm not after Hermione, I swear it. She'd never want me now anyway – I'd be killed in a second if I tried anything – ing." He stuttered to a stop at Malfoy's expression: dark and angry, yet also controlled. Ron shivered, "I told you not to speak." Malfoy said quietly
Ron's eyes widened and he gave a choked gasp. "I'm sorry! I won't do it again, I just forgot." Despite the power that Ron's frightened apology sent through him, Malfoy said "I warned you what would happen if you spoke. Now I have to gag you." At that, Ron's whole body began to shake. He was really going to pay for everything he'd done. Malfoy picked up a ball gag. Ron eyed him silently as he approached with it.
Then, as if he couldn't help himself, he blurted, "Malfoy, don't –"
"Shut up," Malfoy spat. "Open your mouth, Ron."
It took a few seconds, but he did it. Malfoy shoved the ball into his mouth, purposefully rough. Then he circled Ron again, and tied the ends of it at the back of his head. Malfoy could guess how afraid Ron must be feeling now.
"What was I saying?" he said, musing. "Oh yeah. Your punishment. Ron you have a bad habit of taking things that don't belong to you. Really the only way to pay for that is to give up things that do belong to you." With a slight, shocked intake of breath, hardly able to believe he was doing this, Malfoy reached out and touched Ron's balls. He held them, weighing them in his right hand while he watched Ron's face. The blank shock, followed by terror that turned cream skin white... Malfoy's fingers tightened.
"Problem is that right now nothing's really yours. It all belongs to me." He ran his eyes down Ron's body, stopping when he reached the cock in its nest of hair. He stroked his fingers over Ron's balls, playing with them in his hand. Ron's cock twitched.
Malfoy pulled back with a gleeful smirk, to see Ron shut his eyes in humiliation, hot pink blush burning on his cheeks.
"Interesting. All right, let's continue. While you were beating and raping your girlfriend you showed no remorse for those actions. He went to the shelves and picked up a knife. It was wickedly sharp, having been prepared for this. Then he picked up the six birch twigs he'd cut this afternoon.
"I've decided that to pay for that, you're going to strip these for me." He handed Ron the birches and the knife. "You're going to do whatever you're told tonight. So strip the birches. And do it fast. On the table." Ron stared at him, throat working. Finally he obeyed; moving over to the table, he began to strip the birches one by one. He kept his face down, focusing ferociously on his task; but the tightness of his muscles. Having to prepare his own punishment was unnerving. Malfoy's gaze wasn't helping, either. When finished He put the birches down on the table, and Malfoy spoke quickly as he untied rons hands.
"Good. Stay there now, Ron. Put your hands on the table, bend over, and don't move."
Ron did so dying to run away. Malfoy undid the gag, pulling it out of Ron's mouth. This would be no fun if Ron was muffled. Malfoy picked up the birches, selected a nice whippy one, and brought it down with a crack on Ron's ass. Ron gave a high cry, jumping reflexively away from the blow. Malfoy slapped a large, hand on his shoulder, feeling it flex anxiously in his grip, and set about adding to that bright red line. Ron soon began to cry out, little whining cries that just spurred Malfoy on. He kept whipping him. Ron flinched from the sound of the birch coming down and wriggled in his grasp, tears beginning to run down his face.
Malfoy grunted out as he worked. "You're scum, Ron, and you need to admit it." Ron barely seemed to hear him, giving a tiny moan as Malfoy switched sides and kept beating him.
"Do you hear me, Ron?" Malfoy demanded. "You're scum. I'm better than you. We're all better than you." He hit him again. "Say it." And again. "Come on! I want to hear you say it. Part of your rehabilitation, slut, accepting you're nothing." Malfoy brought the birch down on Ron's blazing, red ass again, and he broke.
"I'm nothing."
"What was that?"
"I'm nothing. I'm nothing!" Ron moaned out in a choking voice. Malfoy felt a strange excitement shiver through his chest; He laid the birches down on the table again, finished. He was panting heavily, and a film of sweat gleamed on his arm when he picked something new off the shelves, and started treating it.
Ron had started to stand upright again, wincing and reaching back to touch his ass. "Oh no," Malfoy said quietly, hearing the malicious glee in his voice: "Bend over again, Ron. You need to pay for all those times you've cheated on her – all those times you've hit her."
With a nasty grin, Malfoy unveiled a 14 inch studded dildo. At the sight of it Ron went wide-eyed, scrabbling at the table as if for support or help. "Please – don't – "
"Now don't make me gag you again, Ron." Malfoy gave him a stern look. "Bend over."
Ron presented his ass to Malfoy. He separated Ron's buttocks, exposing the tight hole. He stepped to the side, letting him keep an eye on Ron's face while he was doing this. He pushed a little at Ron's hole, stroking it with care that made Ron relax slightly. The moment Ron's asshole had opened a little, Malfoy pushed the dildo against it. He forced the thing inside Ron, making him stretch around the unyielding wooden length as he pushed it inside then finally he saw the small smear of blood when he pulled the dildo back, only to thrust it further inside.
Watching Ron's face scrunched up, seeing him try to relax; seeing his face flush and his eyes water and his lips purse as he tried not to let out any signs of pain made Draco hard.
Malfoy said in a growl. "You're paying for all the times you've lied and cheated." Malfoy watched Ron's face as he spun the dildo inside him. Ron stayed in this humiliating position, feeling the dildo move inside him. Malfoy enjoyed every whimper of pain. Malfoy's cock was aching now, and it was clearly time to move on to the next punishment. He gave the dildo a final twist then stood back, leaving it lodged firmly inside Ron. The handgrip peeked from between Ron's cheeks as he stood up.
"You know what the next thing on the list is; now you're going to suck me off."
He undid his pants letting his rampant cock stand. Ron stared at it in frozen horror. "Go on then, Weasley. On your knees"
Ron gave him a look and fell to his knees. He took a deep breath, and sucked the tip of Malfoy's cock into his mouth. Malfoy gasped, at the sight of Ron on his knees before him, cheeks hollowing now around his cock.
"Get up." Ron obeyed "Bend over the back of the sofa." Malfoy followed him, and when Ron bent over, body gone almost limp with shock and defeat; he removed the dildo with force "Don't want you distracted, we were told you tortured Hermione" Malfoy heard a tiny sound, almost like a sob, at this.
"For this I am going to make you hurt. You want to know the worse thing Weasel?" Malfoy asked, as he brought the birch down on Ron's ass. "You thought it was ok." Another crack and a bitten-off howl. "And it was all your fault." This time he managed to hit the soft area where ass became thigh, and Ron gave a high-pitched moan of pain. "Worst of all, you hurt the only person who really loved you." He birched Ron again, "You scarred her for life."
He held the birch at his side for a moment, and stepped right up behind Ron grabbing his hair and yanking it back as he whispered to him "I promised not to do anything permanent to mess up that pretty face." He dropped the birch, both arms going around Ron's body, pulling him closer. Ron made a frightened sound as Malfoy drew him back against his renewed erection. One hand still clenched in Ron's hair the other descended to Ron's crotch. He started rubbing rudely at Ron's cock, trying to harden him.
Malfoy felt Ron's cock give a distinct twitch. Ron whined in pain, body bowing away from Malfoy's grip. Malfoy was totally unsurprised to discover an erection pressing up into his hand. He kept tugging Ron's cock roughly. It was hot in his hand, Malfoy enjoyed the feel of it, but better than that was Ron's helpless moaning as he touched him. He kept going. Ron started to fuck into his hand, moans growing desperate, Malfoy backed off, shoving him against the sofa. "Bend over again." Malfoy's voice had gone dark.
Ron bent over and when Malfoy brought the birch cracking down on his ass, Ron screamed. He put the birches on the table, and then turned back to his slave. "I guess you've learnt your lesson, weasel. You've paid for your transgressions. It doesn't mean we're done. I've got you for a few hours."
Malfoy went over to the bed and he got out of his clothes in one movement, He lay back on the bed, making himself comfortable on the big pillows. "Look at me." Ron turned to him." You've left me with something of a problem Weasel." Malfoy pointed to his hard cock. "You're going to do something about it."
"I – what?" Ron's voice was high and uncertain,
"Come here."
Ron stood by the bed "You're going to ride my cock." Malfoy pulled him onto the bed. As he helped maneuver Ron to straddle him. "You're going to sit on my cock, weasel, and then you're going to ride me."
Ron braced his hands on Malfoy's shoulders, pressing hard against the muscle. He slowly lowered himself onto Malfoy's cock. Malfoy hadn't lubricated his cock well: Ron had to be in pain. He was biting his lower lip, tight ass slipping down around Malfoy's cock. Finally he finished the job, sitting down in the cradle of Malfoy's hips. Malfoy grinned at the sight of his still-hard cock standing up from the thatch of curls.
Malfoy gave a great groan of satisfaction at being enveloped entirely. "Fuck, weasel, you were made to do this. He reached behind Ron with his right hand and started fondling his round ass. Ron gave a squeal of pain, clenching even tighter around his cock and rose up a little in an attempt to escape Malfoy's hand. The feeling of him rising up his cock had Malfoy moaning. "Good, weasel. Keep going." Ron kept riding his cock. Soon, he had Malfoy moaning.
Ron's body moved when Malfoy touched him; he flinched away a little. He plucked at Ron's nipples, drawing pained gasps. His nipples were tiny and tight, and soon reddened from Malfoy's pinches. Ron was moving faster now; He changed the angle slightly, and then gasped, jerking his hips. Malfoy smirked as Ron discovered his prostate. He was gasping; started thrusting against it, face flushing still further as his cock hardened completely. Malfoy watched him then he wrapped a hand around Ron's cock.
"No!" Ron's voice was full of distress, and he swatted at Malfoy anxiously, trying to push the hand away.
"Stop it, weasel," Malfoy said forbiddingly. "You're still mine: the night's not over yet."
So he kept wanking him, forcing pleasure on Ron. Ron couldn't stop fucking himself now he'd found his prostate. Malfoy tightened his hand, smirking as Ron moaned. Then Ron came, unwillingly. Followed by Malfoy.
Finished, he lay there panting. He shoved Ron off him. Ron fell and didn't move when he landed.
Malfoy got up and started dressing. Ron was still lying where he'd fallen, body marked all over with the effects of this night.
"Malfoy?" Ron sounded quiet
"Yes?" Malfoy's voice was horse, suddenly; he could barely get the word out.
"Am I forgiven?"
Malfoy drew his most malicious grin "we'll discuss this next month when I come back"