CHAPTER FOUR:

Harry opened his eyes and found himself in the elaborate foyer of Malfoy manor. He was shivering in his nakedness, making the chains holding his arms behind his back clink softly. Lucius was still holding onto his leash, although not nearly as tightly anymore.

"Take him downstairs," Lucius ordered, running his eyes up and down Harry's body so carelessly that it made Harry nauseous. He handed Draco the leash. "Get him set up in whatever way you see fit. Looks like he needs some time to…come to grips with his new situation."

Draco nodded, his eyes wide and excited. His father could be difficult and stern, but he was not as cruel as most people assumed, and Draco thought it was kind of him to allow Harry time to adjust before beginning his training. He grabbed hold of Harry's elbow and Apparated them to the basement.

The second they were away from Lucius, Harry began trying to speak. "Draco, I don't now how this happened, I never meant for—"

"Shh!" Draco looked nervously over his shoulder. "Don't let him hear you. You were a gift to me, and if I don't make you behave right, it's me he's going to punish!"

Harry, too, was terrified of angering Lucius, so he bit his lip and fell silent. Draco lead him over to a metal dog cage, smaller than the one he'd been stored in at the Leather Hex before the auction, and opened the door. "Get in. Then I'll uncuff you." He took the leash off Harry's collar and nudged him in with surprisingly gentle hands. Once he was all the way inside, Draco magicked the cuffs off of him. "There. Better?"

Harry nodded, pulling his arms in front of him and groaning at the soreness in his shoulders. He rubbed the raw skin on his wrists, and then immediately began clawing at the collar still locked around his throat.

"No, no," Draco murmured, stroking a finger along Harry's spine soothingly. The touch made Harry jump, and he scrambled away from Draco's reach as best he could. Draco sighed. "You'll get used to it, all of it. I promise. I did."

Harry frowned, not sure what Draco meant. Draco opened the cage door and tossed a small, thin blanket inside before closing and locking it. "Father says to give you some time to adjust," he murmured, watching Harry intently. "So…enjoy it. Because it won't last."

Draco Apparated, disappearing before Harry had a chance to ask anymore questions. The sudden silence made Harry realize how loud and fast his own heart was beating, and he took a deep, shaky breath as he looked around. The cage was small, with hardly enough room for him to lie down if he curled up. It was hard to see the rest of the basement since Draco had only left a small light on, but Harry could make out the shapes of various restraints and toys hanging from hooks along one wall.

Harry ran his trembling fingers through his hair, which was matted with nervous sweat. He was sure that no matter how hard or how long he tried there was no way he would be able to come to grips with the fact that Lucius and Draco Malfoy had purchased him as their slave. He'd wanted this new lifestyle so badly, but he'd never considered the fact that he could end up owned by someone he already knew.

Spreading the small blanket out as best he could on the floor of the cage, Harry got into the fetal position on top of it, cradling his head in his arms. Lucius Malfoy had always scared him, he'd admit it, and it seemed like the older man had taken complete charge of his son post-war. Now Harry was locked in a cage in their basement, a predicament he'd somehow willingly signed on for. Tears flooded his eyes, the craving for alcohol making him feel physically ill. "I wanted this," he whispered to himself, fingering the collar as it seemed to grow tighter. "This'll be good for me. It has to be…"

Draco had a hard time falling asleep, despite the fact that it was almost three in the morning when he left Harry in the basement and settled into his own bed. Lucius had given him explicit instructions for Harry's first day as their slave, and Draco kept playing them out in his head as he tossed and turned.

Draco was to start out making Harry feel as good as possible; earning his trust, showing him just how much pleasure was possible if he was a good boy. Then he was to begin giving him basic commands, and the punishments for not listening would be severe. The duality of the treatments would be what eventually broke Harry down, just as they had for Draco only months earlier.

Draco woke up early and made his way downstairs to join his father at the breakfast table. Without looking up from the newspaper, Lucius snapped his fingers and pointed at the spot on the rug beside his chair. Draco immediately hurried there and dropped to his knees, clasping his hands behind him and bowing his head.

"Good morning, boy." Lucius flipped through a few more pages before putting the paper down, picking up his coffee, and settling back in his chair to gaze down at his son. "Are you excited for today? Are you pleased with your gift?"

Draco nodded, not having yet been given permission to speak.

"Stand," Lucius commanded, and Draco quickly got to his feet while keeping his arms behind his back. Lucius untied the belt of Draco's silk robe and opened it, revealing a metal cage encasing the boy's member, holding it chaste.

"Looks like you'll need to be released from this for today, don't you think?" Lucius asked, his tone mocking as he reached a finger between the bars to tease Draco's soft cock. Draco whimpered as he started to harden, pressing into the bars of the chastity device, unable to grow to his full length.

Lucius grabbed his wand, and with a soft click the cage opened and fell to the floor. Draco's cock immediately swelled, not having been able to get hard for weeks while locked up. He couldn't even remember his last orgasm. "Save that for your new toy," Lucius advised. "Now show me how grateful you are, eat some breakfast, and you can go downstairs and begin."

Forcing himself to ignore his own pleasure, as he had been trained to do, Draco crawled under the table between his father's legs. He pushed the man's robes out of the way to reveal his beautiful, semi-hard cock, framed by curls the same white blonde as his hair. With extreme care, he ran his tongue along the underside from base to tip, but instead of a moan of pleasure from his father, all Draco heard was the rustle of the newspaper as Lucius resumed his reading. Draco felt a wave of disappointment and self doubt wash over him, which was exactly the way Lucius intended for him to feel. Draco was merely his father's slave, not a lover, and he was performing his duties out of necessity, not love. That was how Lucius trained slaves.

Draco worked even harder to try and make his father feel good, but it wasn't until he was near orgasm that Lucius showed any sort of reaction. The man reached under the table and grabbed a fistful of Draco's hair, forcing his head down so his face was impaled on Lucius' cock. He could hear the boy choking, feel his lips suctioning against his skin as he tried to breathe, and this pushed Lucius over the edge. Fingers tightening in the soft blonde strands so like his own, he poured his seed deep down his son's throat, holding his head there a few moments longer before releasing him.

Head spinning from lack of oxygen, Draco jerked backwards under the table and gasped in air, forcing himself to swallow a few times more. He took the time to regain his composure, wiping the tears off his cheeks before emerging from underneath the table. He found a plate of toast and eggs and a cup of coffee waiting for him on the floor beside his father's chair, which he kneeled next to and ate quietly. His erection from before was long gone.

"Good boy, Draco," Lucius announced when Draco finish eating, making the boy jump. "You may go get dressed and start your training. If and when you need help, I expect you to come find me." There was an undertone of warning in Lucius' voice that Draco did not miss. He nodded and stood up, backing out of the room.