A/N: Hey everybody! Yes, you all have the right to be mad at me…I realize that it has been at least a couple months since I have seriously updated anything. The problem with my life and work schedule, however, is that I have busier summers than I do class sessions. So I actually have more leisure time in the fall and winter then I do in the spring and summer. Which sounds fucked up, in my opinion, and probably yours, too.

I thought that I would clarify a few things for some of my reviewers. (Thank you all, by the way, for sticking with me and my…sporadic (to put it mildly)…updates.) Some of you seem to be under the impression that I am going to be doing extreme BDSM. While I will be starting to get into the deeper and darker things (because Draco's angst has to come out somehow xD), I will never be doing the following things:

Bloodplay

Squickplay

Master/Slave Naming (may be implied, but never named.)

Humiliation

Torture Devices*

*I consider some sexual toys to be non-torture, and others to be beyond my writer's comfort level. The sex toys that will be used in some of my later chapters do not fall into my personal category of 'torture'. I will post particular warnings for content in the chapters that this applies in, so that my readers who wish to dabble and not fully immerse themselves can skip ahead.

I hope you all enjoy, and let my dark plot bunny unfold…

Disclaimer: You all know this.

Warnings: Explicit slash, sex toys (dildo/cock ring/enema fluid/buttplug)

This is much more controversial sexually then anything I have ever done previously in this story. Those of you who are not into the deviant sexual stuff should probably ignore this chapter, and probably the rest of this story.

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Harry opened his eyes to find them forcibly shut behind a blindfold. Breathing harshly, he squirmed, and felt the panic start to rise in his throat when he realized that his hands and feet were bound. From their spread out position, Harry guessed that they were all individually tied to the ends of a four poster bed. Surprisingly, his mouth had been left alone.

A low masculine chuckle came from one of the corners of the room. Harry felt it shiver its way down his body. He knew that rumble.

"Draco?" Harry whispered, his voice hoarse.

"Hello, Hero. Nice of you to rejoin the world of the living." The voice moved closer to Harry's left side, and Harry rotated his neck towards the sound. He heard a sharp intake of breath, and guessing the cause, he tried to strain his body against his bonds. The next intake was even sharper.

Harry inwardly purred at the sound.

"I would stop that, Hero. You don't even know the game, yet." Harry felt cool hands glide across his naked chest, tweaking his nipples painfully. Harry gave out a wanton moan. Ever since he had realized he was bound, he knew what was going to happen. Instead of fear, he felt wanton excitement.

"Being bound excites you, doesn't it?"

"Yes." Harry whispered.

"Why?" The voice was calculating now, not a trace of the former desire that had fueled the previous question.

"Because I can't choose anything. Can't deny anything. I have to take everything." On the last word his voice broke, and Harry felt his erection stand at attention. However, and Harry noticed this with even more pleasure, his cock was bound. From the feel of it, it was a cock ring.

Draco had stopped breathing. Harry, his mental examination of his body complete, turned to the absence of the noise. "You want that, Hero?" His voice was barely more than a gasp.

"Fuck yes." Harry moaned. He bucked his hips against the restraints, trying to show Draco just how much he wanted. He was rewarded with another gasp.

A warm breath brought Harry's attention to his left ear. Whispering directly into his ear, Draco murmured, "Do you know why you woke up like this, Hero?"

Harry shook his head.

"Because I like you tied up like this. At my…mercy. I could do any number of things. Such as this…"

Draco's hand twisted Harry's nipple, keeping in the edge of pleasure and pain, and Harry screamed. "Or this…" He said, his voice even lower as his hand traveled down Harry's chest. Harry fought to keep still. Draco's hand came to rest on Harry's cock, and his blunt fingernail found the slit and opened it, slipping inside. Harry let out a guttural moan.

"But you know what I love most about you in this position, Hero?"

Harry whimpered and shook his head.

"I love the fact that I can do something I've wanted to do ever since I saw you at that party. Do you want to know what I thought of, when I saw you in that outfit, Hero?"

Harry couldn't even respond, so caught up in the exquisite pleasure/pain of Draco's fingernail. Draco smiled against Harry's ear.

"I saw you and thought to myself: he would look so good with his lovely belly full of my cum. Full to the point where your very belly is extended with it, and you look pregnant with my seed. In this case, literally my seed. Do you like that image, Hero?"

Harry dry orgasmed. The cock ring prevented an actual release, but he felt the crest anyway. He bucked and writhed against his restraints, moaning with such volume the very blood rushing through his ears was drowned out.

"Hell. Yes." He whispered through gritted teeth.

Draco reached behind Harry's head and removed the black silk blindfold. Harry blinked slowly and focused on Draco's steely gray eyes. They were so dilated with lust, there was only a sliver of gray. Harry moaned, keeping his eyes in contact with Draco's.

"How about we begin preparing you then?" Draco asked. Harry could only nod and watch him turn around, his body completely limp.

He heard the sound of water being run, and he froze. The implications of what Draco had said finally sunk in.

Oh god.

Draco came back with a modified water pump, with a syringe-like application on the end. He gave Harry a dark smile. "Oh yes, Hero. This must come first. I would like to see how big I can get you." Despite his apprehension, Harry could feel his desire rising again. God, yes. He wanted this.

Draco flicked his wand, and Harry found his legs unrestrained. He let them lie there passively, and was rewarded with a smile from Draco. Draco them motioned for Harry to bend his legs, letting his feet fall loosely to the bed, away from his arse. Draco then moved towards him.

Harry couldn't stop the whimper that escaped his lips.

Draco them put the syringe to Harry's arse hole, and thrust it in roughly. Harry let out a harsh gasp. Then the water began to pump in.

Harry could feel it filling up his bowels, making him feel positively heavy. After a brief second, the intrusion began to show on his belly. First a small lump, and then a bigger round shape that looked distinctly like a baby bump. Harry flicked his eyes to Draco's and was taken aback by the raw, unadulterated lust in his eyes. Draco watched the bump with a possessive desire that made Harry harden even more, if possible.

Then it started to burn. Harry felt tears come into his eyes as his body rebelled, and he began to whine and whimper against his wishes. Draco cooed at him. Harry realized that this act was causing Draco to become almost emotionally soft with desire, and Harry realized that he would do this a million times if he could just get Draco to be like this. The burn turned into a fire, and Harry cried out sharply. His belly was now two times bigger now, and he looked heavily pregnant.

"I didn't know you had the capacity to fit so much inside you, Hero." Draco said, almost softly. He turned off the pump, but left the syringe there, to keep the flooding water in place. He reached for something near him on the floor, consequentially pushing the syringe farther in. Harry rolled his eyes towards the back of his skull in the exquisite pleasure of so much in him.

Draco's free hand resurfaced, this time with a huge black buttplug. He smiled at Harry, and with a quickness that Harry didn't know he possessed, he replaced the head of the syringe with the plug. Harry felt the water swishing around inside of him as the bed moved at this quick movement.

"Now, Hero. I want you to walk to the bathroom and get rid of the water. We have other fluids to fill you with, don't we?" At the promise in those words, Harry involuntarily shivered.

He got up slowly, and look down at his belly with, to his surprise, lust. Who knew feeling this full would feel so….sexy. He got to his feet and tried to waddle to the bathroom, the added weight almost causing him to fall forward on his face.

Draco's groan at his attempts to move only made Harry harder, as he realized how hot this all was to Draco. He made it to the bathroom, grunting with the effort. He took care of the water with haste, and returned back to Draco, still on the bed, however this time, he was naked.

Harry looked at his standing cock and licked his suddenly dry lips. The full implication set in, and Harry all but ran back to the bed, setting the buttplug on the beside table. Draco rolled him under his body, and Harry moaned, thrusting upwards. Draco grabbed his hair and forced his neck back. Leaning down towards his ear again, he whispered seductively, "Did you know what I took two hours ago, Hero?" Harry shook his head. "I took a sexual potion that allows me to come any number of times I want in the next 4 hours. Do you know what that means, Hero?"

Harry moaned.

"I am going to stuff your insides full of come, and then I'm going to leave it there."

And he abruptly flipped Harry around and thrust into him, his insides semi-lubricated with the water. Harry had a moment of panic before he realized that Draco had whispered a lubrication spell.

Then he settled into the pleasure. Draco thrust into him repeatedly, coming so many times Harry lost track. Harry was in a constant state of pleasure, the cock ring preventing a real release, in essence giving Harry small aftershocks of dry orgasms constantly.

After Draco had come 4 times, Harry felt his belly begin to extend. Over the course of the next hour, Harry was fucked mercilessly, until his stomach was just as full as it had been earlier.

Draco, who had evidently run out of stamina, collapsed on top of Harry. Harry whimpered as his stomach caused his back to bend around its bulk. Draco chuckled. He could feel the mound through Harry's body.

Draco felt the bedside table until he came to the buttplug, and in finding it, replaced his waning cock with it. Harry lost only a few drops of come.

Draco moved to the side, dragging Harry off his stomach and on to his side as well, still painfully hard, but at least not dying of pain.

Draco reached around Harry's distended belly and released the snap on the magically spelled cock ring (it was spelled to prevent harm to the wizard no matter the length of time it was worn) and gave Harry a quick run over with his hand. Harry came, gasping Draco's name.

After lying in silence, Draco finally sat up, dragging Harry with him. He got up and began to put on his clothes, sparing hardly a glance at Harry. Once dressed, he turned to Harry.

"I've spelled to buttplug to only be removed by my hand, and my hand alone. I want you to stay full of me until I see you next. Is that clear?" Harry nodded, feeling disturbingly aroused by the thought. "The same spell also hides the evidence of your…" Draco's eyes dilated to all black as they gazed at Harry's distended belly, "condition. Only you will see it."

Harry nodded, and Draco abruptly left the room. He sighed, and began to put on his clothes, giving a perverse sound of satisfaction when his green t shirt just barely strained over his perfectly round belly.

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Well I hoped the readers who weren't scared away by my warnings were okay with that. I took a rather drastic direction, because that scene came to my mind a week or so ago, and no matter how hard I tried to think of a tamer scene, this one just butted through it. I hope you all are as perversely inclined as me! The following chapters will not have anymore things at this deep of a sexually deviant level, just some more minor stuff.

NO FLAMES, because I DID give you MORE than enough warning.

Feel free to give me your positive/intrigued thoughts. I would like to know if you minded/liked/felt betrayed by/loved the new direction this chapter took.

Sincerely,

TLA