The man started his new torture of Noah quickly. He grabbed the quivering Noah's ankle and yanked, dragging him flat out on the hard bed. With the Emperio curse put into affect again, Noah became submissive much to his hate.
The man began to pull off his pants and had Noah crawl on his hands and knees, shaking his quivering ass in the air as he went. Without anything to stop him, Noah sunk his mouth down and onto the Masters pink cock. He sucked and swirled his tongue in a way he didn't even know how. Noah had never done this before. He'd never done anything before. All those girls who enjoyed staring at his green eyes only stared. They never tried anything. This was a brand new experience for him.
He swirled and smacked his lips until the Master had him stop before he came. Then Noah began to rub his own hands up and down his body, pinching his nipples and his balls while his cock slowly began to rise up and become rock hard. The Master seemed happy that Noah was responding so well apparently because instead of beating Noah, he bent down to kiss him which surprised Noah. Why was this man who had beaten him to the point of bleeding yesterday being so gentle today? Noah expected him to make him bleed in otherways. Of course things weren't over with today. It was still a possibility.
The Master kissed Noah and rubbed his hands down Noah's supple body. The Master was reminded of his enemy occasionally and Noah could tell because there would be a twinkle in his eye before the Master would roll Noah over and smack his ass hard, leaving a hand print. Then, when the moment passed, he would go back to being kind to Noah and sucking in places that elicited a reaction Noah didn't know he was capable of. Moans and groans errupted from Noah as well as twitches and bucks when a new sensitive place was found.
Finally, much to Noah's relief, the Master began to touch his cock. The Master just stared at Noah's face with every different reaction he made. If Noah looked like a man the Master hated, why did he want to see what kind of face Noah made during sex? Was it so he could imagine what the man would look like? Noah wasn't really embarrassed. Most of what was happening felt good and he didn't want it to stop even if he knew it was wrong and he wasn't in control of himself.
Noah spread himself wide and raised his hips, using his hands to tease his sock and get a response from the master. Finally the Master bent over and licked Noah's shaft a few times quickly which caused several bucking motions from Noah. The Master put a wet finger next to Noah's ass and inserted it in with a force that made Noah gasp and breathe heavily. It had hurt more than he expected. It was more pain than he could handle for several seconds and was very happy when the Master didn't put anymore fingers in or move.
Noah knew there was going to be an onslought of pain. He expected it but didn't realise how much it would hurt until it was already happening and he was feeling it. It took a few minutes for there to be more than just pain but eventually the pain began to dull and the pleasure began to take over despite Noah not wanting there to be any. It would be easier on his mental state if he didn't enjoy it.
The Master smiled at the responses Noah made. He didn't see Noah. He only saw Harry Potter. Harry fucking Potter, the boy wonder. The Master hadn't seen Harry in so long. He didn't even know if he wanted to anymore. The Master could remember easily the days when he would go to Harry and watch as his happy or satisfied faces turned to horror and anger at the Masters presense. He enjoyed being able to spark such a response. At least Harry knew who he was. He didn't just blow him off. He knew the Masters name. He wasn't a faceless nobody who worshied Potter which made him special even if the feelings toward the Master weren't in a good way.
As the Master looked down into the eyes of Noah they seemed to be the exact same as Harry's. It stirred old feelings the Master hadn't wanted to drown and was doing so successfully until he'd spotted Noah going into the subway to begin with. He'd never intended to kidnap the boy but something came over him and even if he knew it was wrong, he was happy he'd done it. It was a good feeling and he didn't have many of those.
With a twist of his fingers, he left Noah gasping. He twisted and prodded and teased until Noah was coming on his own. The Master left him whimpering and twitching, seeking another room to release himself with his own hands in privacy. In a sick twisted way, he wanted to be gentle with Noah. He didn't want to hurt him. He would have to take awhile and loosen Noah up. So that's what he did. He spent a week of gentle, pleasurable, finger torture on Noah.
Finally it came time that the Master decided he could safely do Noah without worry of physically harming him more than he did the first day. That was only to teach him a lesson of what could happen if he did try to escape or mess with the Master. Although he wondered whether or not Noah knew that. He didn't speak a warning to him. He thought he should but he just couldn't say it. In fact, he didn't want to do much speaking around Noah. He just wanted to use his eyes and his mouth for other things.
It was pure heaven when the Master delved his penis into Noah. The gasping and writhing Noah did were more than pleasing to the Master. More than anything he wasn't sure if Noah realised everything he did was conditioned and had nothing to do with the Impervious curse. The Master had removed the curse before going into the room. Noah didn't really notice. He'd become accustomed in the past week and a half to doing things that would pleasure himself and the Master even though they weren't things he'd ever done before in the past.
Even if Noah had noticed, the Master never would have. Noah acted no differently. As Noah came, he rested as the Master finished up with himself. Noah watched him twitch and slowly arch his back further and further until it was to an extremely flexible position. As soon as Noah decided that the Master was at his weakest position, he knocked the little stick the Master used to do his magic or whatever trick it was that kept Noah subdued most of the time as far away as possible. As quickly as he knocked the wand away, he knocked the Master back, grabbing the chains that didn't bind him anymore.
Noah used the round, metal cuff to smack the Master on the head, knocking him completely out into darkness. When Noah was sure that the Master wouldn't get up again, he grabbed the stick and held it in his hands. He didn't know what to do with it but he figured he'd be able to do something. All he had to remember were the words the Master had spoken. He could only think of one, which was Emperio, the first words ever spoken to him which made him act against his will.
"Emperio!" Noah said, flicking his wrist instinctively. Nothing happened and he could see the Masters eyes open and look at him.
"You have to mean it for it to work. You have to want to control me. That's a controlling curse. Without the feelings behind it, you'll never be able to do it." A smile popped onto his face. A smile that said Noah would never be able to do it even if he had the feelings. Noah was a muggle.
The smile angered Noah. He knew the Master was looking down on him for reasons he didn't know. He felt powerless even with this supposedly powerful stick in his hands. Using the feelings that Noah had built inside of him from day one, he tried again, casing the spell with success. Mad glee filled Noah when he noticed the shock in the Masters eyes at the spell working. How could it work? This by was a muggle. Muggles couldn't cast magic.
What Noah didn't know was that the Master had spent from a young age, practice in perfecting how to break out of an Impervious Curse. His father never wanted him to be caught by the Order of the Phoenix or the Ministry and forced to do things or by other Deatheaters for that matter. The suprise at not knowing was evident in Noah's face when the Master still did whatever he wanted after breaking the hold. He grabbed hold of Noah, forcing him to the ground, kissing his lips and rubbing his hands all over his body.
Sounds downstairs led the Master to stop his tongue action and sit up, still pinning Noah to the ground by his arms that thinly fit perfectly in the Masters arms. At first he wondered why anyone should be in this house besides Noah and himself and the house elves but realisation suddenly hit the Master like a bullseye. Noah was underage and had cast an unforgiveable curse. Aurors were in his house. The Master panicked and froze, not knowing what to do. He froze until the Aurors were coming into the very room where he held Noah, pinned and naked, on the ground, naked himself.
"Draco?" A voice he was hoping wouldn't be there. It was Harry Potter, staring at his naked form in utter bewildernment. For the first time since his school days, Draco Malfoy was looking upon Harry Potter and all he could think in his head was that Noah indeed looked a lot like a younger Harry Potter.