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Warnings: Please do not read on if you are underage, if you dislike non-con, chan, slash and/or incest, or like them, but cannot differentiate between what is fan fiction and what is real life. My stories are strictly for entertainment only and not to be copied or followed or taken as the truth in any which way. Got all that? Please proceed ONLY if you agree with the above.
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"It will hurt, Draco. Bear with it."
Draco squeezed his eyes shut, his father's warning making his body snap tight with fear. The hands gripping his arms tightened and then something firm pressed against his loosened entrance, pushing in. He stiffened and tried to hold back a whimper, but failed. Despite the lubricating and stretching spell, it bloody hurt!
"Ow!"
Lucius paused, his breathing sounding laboured. He pressed forward again. Draco wriggled and squirmed, trying in vain to escape the stinging pain. His heart was pounding inside his chest and his legs shook.
"H-hurts," he whimpered.
"Fortitude, my son," Narcissa whispered. She lifted a hand and carded trembling fingers through his hair, dropping kisses on his forehead. "It's alright."
Draco's breath hitched in his throat when he felt his father's hands release his arms and clamp around his hips instead, a tight and bruising grip that held him in place. He pushed his face deeper in his mother's neck, bewildered and hurting. This wasn't making love... or - or even sex... this was punishment! How could two wizards find any sort of pleasure in this act?!
Draco only knew the bare bones of what happened when two wizards were intimate with each other, but this - this was barbaric especially for the one who submitted. He couldn't find any similarity between what his father was doing to him now, and what he himself had done to his mother earlier. He might have forced himself on her, but at least he hadn't caused her any discomfort!
Right now, Draco felt as though he were being split apart, the burning pain from his entrance snaking up his spine and turning his limbs to limp spaghetti. His father felt huge inside him, huge and hard. With nothing to distract him from the pain of penetration, the thought crossed Draco's mind that perhaps his father truly intended to punish him and was deriving perverse enjoyment from the act itself.
An eternity of suffering passed before he felt his father's hips finally press flush against his buttocks, his breathing as heavy and raspy as Draco's was quick and shallow.
"Draco," Lucius whispered. "Are you-"
"Oh, very good, Lucius," Voldemort interrupted, his high voice filled with triumph. "Don't stop now. Draco needs to be punished!"
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Lucius breathed out a ragged curse, eyes squeezed shut. He had never been with another man nor felt any interest to do so, but he had witnessed such acts before. He knew the mechanics of it and knew being penetrated for a male was painful, more so if it was his first time despite loosening and lubricating spells.
Lucius would have gone even slower if it weren't for the fear at the back of his mind that if he did, Voldemort might get someone else to take over. Still, each helpless jerk of his son's body and each whimper he uttered were like knives in his heart, making him feel like the blackest villain on earth. Surely Cissy and Draco would hate him once they realise he hadn't needed to cast any spells on himself, that he was hard enough to penetrate Draco without any aid at all.
New shame burned inside Lucius, manifesting itself on his pale skin as a deep red flush. Despite the agony his heart and his mind were in, his traitorous body still managed to revel in the act itself, enjoying the mindless bliss of pushing throbbing and aching flesh into a tight sheath, the heat and friction almost more than he could bear. It had taken all of his willpower to go as slowly as he could, but at last he was buried to the hilt inside his son.
Voldemort spoke again before Lucius could whisper another apology to Draco. Lucius knew the faster he got this over with, the faster the Dark Lord would be satisfied. Taking a deep breath, he tightened his grip on Draco's hips and withdrew halfway before pushing back in, his gasp of pleasure melding with Draco's cry of pain.
Fortitude, my son.
Lucius pulled out and pushed in again.
"Faster!" Voldemort ordered, his voice holding a note of excitement that hadn't been there before.
Sweat trickled into Lucius' eyes and stung them. He squeezed them shut, disgusted at how much he was enjoying this. But wait - he could make it more bearable for Draco; there was a spot inside a male that when touched... Lucius changed the angle of his hips. It took a couple of tries, but the third time he pushed in, Draco's body jerked and his head snapped up.
"Unh...!"
Relieved, Lucius remained buried inside him and rotated his hips, letting the head of his erection rub against that same spot. At the sound of Draco's gasping mewls, he reached a hand around his son's waist, pleased when he encountered a rapidly stiffening length.
"Faster, Lucius! You need to punish Draco!" Voldemort called, likely thinking Lucius was slowing down to spare his son more pain.
Lucius complied willingly this time, half leaning over Draco as he drove inside him with faster, deeper strokes, forcing his son's erection through his fist at the same time. He was fast reaching his climax; they both were.
Draco shuddered and came in his hand a few moments later, his cry muffled in Narcissa's neck. Biting back a groan, Lucius let go of his control and succumbed to his own release, emptying himself inside Draco. Panting hard, he leaned over him, letting his long hair obscure his son's flushed cheeks as the lewd comments of his colleagues reached his ears.
"Good, good. That will do."
Slowly, Lucius turned his head to the side to see Voldemort standing up.
"Let this be a lesson to you, old friend," the Dark Lord remarked, red eyes gleaming as he looked down at the three naked Malfoys. "I should make sure..."
Lucius froze, feeling his heart - just only slowing down - stutter in his chest. He could feel Narcissa and Draco's dread as clearly as his own. Then Voldemort gave a dismissive shrug, slight regret showing on his face.
"You know what will happen should you fail me again," he hissed.
"Yes, my lord," Lucius whispered.
With a last contemptuous look, Voldemort turned and swept from the room. The other Death Eaters turned to follow him, half of them grumbling and muttering to themselves as they looked down at the trio on the carpet, resentful they hadn't gotten to participate. Some of them had a hand pressed tight to their crotch, trying to assuage a physical ache that had to be bordering on painful by now. A few already sported wet stains down the front, their owners lacking both self control and the courage to cast cleaning spells after their involuntary emissions.
Once they were alone, the Malfoys donned on their clothes and Disapparated home as fast as they could. With Lucius' punishment meted out, they no longer had to fear the Dark Lord's wrath. Instead, they had to deal with the aftermath of what had happened - the public humiliation they had experienced, the loss of their pride and dignity... and most of all, the loss of Draco's innocence.
To be continued...
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