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warnings: caning, non-con, m/m

Chapter 2

Repercussions

Draco felt dead inside, his heart frozen in shock. Staring at the wall opposite him was all he was able to do while his thoughts ran rampant within his mind. He had no strength and no interest in moving even an inch to try and find a way out of the room Snape had locked him in after their Lord had killed his innocent mother. Draco groaned, refusing to continue this trail of thought. His life was a mess--his parents dead, killed by a snake-faced monster, their death caused by his own inaptitude.

He wanted to ask so many questions but he wouldn´t dare to say them aloud. When and how had his father died? Why had nobody told him? Maybe his father was not really dead and the Dark Lord had lied to him? What would happen to him now, being at the mercy of Lord Voldemort, the most merciless demon presently walking on earth.

Voldemort had made Snape, his right hand man, Draco´s tutor to support him in Draco´s 'upbringing'. Why did his Lord want to raise him as his own child? Merlin, he had turned seventeen last week! He was an adult according to wizarding society, not a child any longer. Well, you are sobbing a lot during the last months, Draco thought scornfully, not exactly like an adult! He laughed quietly in despair as fresh tears proved his smile to be pretence.

There was nowhere he could go to. He had no family left, his friends were all from Death Eater families, the people who were no Death Eaters possibly thought that he was the one who had killed Dumbledore, but at least they would know that he had helped to kill the leader of the Light side and they would for sure throw him into Azkaban on sight. He was a marked Death Eater. He had no place to hide and no money. His Lord had even taken his wand from him.

For one desperate minute he contemplated hiding in London and living as a Muggle, but he was sure that even there the Death Eaters would find him. On top of all that, the thought of surviving as a Muggle, when he knew nothing about how Muggles were able to manage that without magic, made him recoil with fear.

Then Potter came to his mind. Potter was on the goodie two shoes side just as Dumbledore had been. He had been Voldemort´s opponent ever since and had been able to outsmart him before. Maybe he could try to reach Potter and ask him for the protection that Dumbledore had offered, explain to him that Dumbledore had seen a possibility for Draco to joint the Light side also.

Draco shuddered in disgust and self-loathing. He would never run to Potter, he would prefer to smash in the Gryffindor´s face again like he had done on the Hogwarts Express. How low must he have sunken to think of running to Saint Potter for protection. Another shaken laugh escaped his aching throat. Potter who had used Sectumsempra on him and almost killed him with it, Potter who had been Dumbledore´s pet, that very Potter would surely kill him on the spot for causing the death of his mentor.

Draco groaned again, winding his arms around his knees and resting his forehand on his knees. What was he supposed to do now? There was only one possibility for him - submitting to the Dark Lord. When he thought of his Lord a torrent of feelings washed over Draco, ready to drown him. Fury, hate, panic, fear, confusion, dread, petrification. His will to please his master still strong inside him competed with his hate for what he had done to his mother and likely also his father, and in the background there was a pitch-dark, everything consuming fear of the wizard who was well-known for his cruelty.

Draco looked up when a key rattled in the lock of the door. Snape and McNair entered the room with unreadable expressions on their faces.

"Get up and come with us!" snarled McNair.

As soon as Draco was standing both Death Eaters had grabbed his arms and pulled him out of the room non too gently. They followed a dark and damp passage, built of stone and mortar and lit by single torches, before they stopped in front of an ornate door through which they entered a large bedroom.

"This is your room from now on," Snape said and let go of his arm after he locked the door with a flick of his wand.

Draco looked around curiously. So his Lord was going through with his plan not to kill him but to keep him as his own. Well, the room was not bad. There were soft carpets on the stone floor, beautiful wood-paneling and a very large four poster bed. He could also see a small wardrobe and a dresser, as well as a round table with three upholstered chairs.

There was only one thing he didn´t know what it was supposed to do in his room. It looked like a chest on four tall legs, about the height of a table, covered in black leather with a small leather belt attached to each leg. He had never seen such a thing before. It was definitely ugly and offended his sense of style, an inherited Malfoy trait, so he noted to himself to ask his Lord at the first possible chance to remove this piece of bad taste from his room. The decoration was also not to his taste; there were no pictures, only a wooden panel with small canes seemingly fixed to it.

Draco frowned as he stared at the canes. They were nothing compared to his father´s cane. Draco thought that he remembered something about how at Muggle schools such canes were used for something called corporal punishment, however those crazy Muggles punished their small ones with such canes. He remembered how he had laughed about the stupid Muggles together with Blaise and Pansy. Well, maybe his Lord thought that canes were supposedly a nice decorative touch to a boy´s room.

Draco honestly hoped that this did not mean that the rumours were true that Lord Voldemort himself was part Muggle. This rumour was unthinkable and nauseating. Draco was sure that some idiot Gryffindors must have started it. His train of thoughts was interrupted when said Lord entered the room through one of two doors on each side of the fireplace, his sinister smile still distorting his revolting face.

"How do you like your room, Draco?" the Dark Lord asked, his crimson eyes glittering in the candle-light.

"It´s beautiful, my lord, thank you!" answered Draco dutifully, trying to suppress a shiver, his stomach muscles cramping at the side of the murderous beast.

"As I told you before, Draco--I will raise you from now on as I would my own child. I will teach you your place and I will teach you all the things I think you need to learn still," the tall figure was stepping closer to him. "You could not fullfil my orders, and you know that it must have repercussions on you."

Draco lowered his eyes, as he was too nervous to meet his Lord´s searching gaze. At first he had to suppress the need to snicker at the Dark Lord´s hissing pronounciation of the word as, as it sounded like ass, but when the snake-like Lord continued to speak Draco´s breath hitched again. More repercussions? The bastard had already killed his parents!

"I´m sorry, my Lord, I know I disappointed you, but I did my best! I was able to mend the Vanishing Cabinet and I controlled Madame Rosmerta with the Imperius curse. It was just bad luck, that Dumbledore did not die earlier the way I planned for him, my Lord," Draco spluttered.

"Yes, that you did, Draco. But still you did not complete your task. Don´t you agree that you need to be punished for that?"

Draco´s breath stopped for a moment before he managed to stutter "Yes, my Lord, but I thought...my parents...that you..."

The snake-faced wizard cackled like a madman. "It was your parents fault that you failed. They did not bring you up as they were supposed to. They made you a weakling! I will rectify that. Still you need to be punished for your failure, child. It will help you to learn. Undress!"

Draco just stared at him, frozen on the spot. Undress? Why ever should he undress?

"Did you not hear me? Undress! Every time you refuse my command the severity of your punishment will increase!" the Dark Lord snarled.

Draco started to undress with shaking fingers. He wanted so much to resist, to tell the ugly wizard to go to hell, but he was too afraid of him.

"Your pants!" Draco looked to his godfather for any kind of assistance, but his gaze met cold and distant eyes. He stepped out of his pants and placed them on the chair on top of his other clothes, slightly panting with fear, as his heart was racing and his lungs seemed too constricted to allow him to take in enough oxygen.

"Severus!" His godfather obviously knew what he was expected to do, as their Lord called out his name. He walked over to the panel decorated with those small canes and removed almost the largest of the collection, a little longer than Snapes arm and about as thick as his small finger. Draco stopped dead.

"What are you doing with this?" he asked with a shaking voice even he himself could hardly recognize as his own. McNair was laughing gleefully beside him.

"Malfoy´s boy would not know what a cane is? You really are a spoiled prat! Your father never beat you?" Draco could just stair incredulously at McNair.

"My father never beat me with such, I´m not one of those worthless Muggle children!" hissed Draco back.

The next thing Draco knew was that McNair had slapped him, hard. "You better shut your mouth, insolent boy!" McNair shouted at him.

"Draco!" warned Snape.

"It is well, child, you will learn your lessons. You may be an adult by age, but you will take your punishment like the child you still are! On the horse now with you! McNair, help to position him!" their Lord watched him carefully, a dark smile twisting his features.

McNair was still scowling when he pushed Draco over to the strange contraption on legs and bent him forward to lie with his stomach on top of the 'horse'. Finally Draco also learned the use of the small leather belts fixed to the legs of the strange implement; they were meant to go around his wrists and knees. Draco was startled; his anxiety had grown to a level where he began to feel dizzy and sick in the stomach.

"Please, I´m not a small boy, this is humiliating!" he begged. His legs were spread to be fixed to the horse´s legs and Draco was painfully aware of that his privates and even worse his butt hole had to be fully exposed to the prying eyes of the three men behind him.

"You are not a small boy, and your punishment will also not be something a small boy could endure. With time you will learn to honour the cane, Draco," his Lord said sternly.

Draco shut his eyes in despair. He felt tears burning behind his lids and was not willing to let those bastards see him cry like a small boy. He was not sure presently if death was not a mercy compared to how his life as Lord Voldemort´s surrogate son would seemingly look like.

"McNair!" Draco opened his eyes again to see McNair going over to the woodpanel choosing a cane similar to the one Snape had chosen before. Draco felt short of breath now as both Snape and McNair took position behind him.

"Don´t hold back, Snape! He is your charge now and you have to do better than his parents!" warned Voldemort.

"As you wish, my Lord!" answered Snape before he raised the cane and let the cane fly with all his strength.

Draco´s eyes widened impossibly with disbelief and pain, when the cane made contact with his bottom. His body shook in the restraints. This was surely no punishment for a small boy, the welt the cane had left, feeling like a line of liquid fire on his skin! Draco had only a second to rest before McNair followed Snape with his own hit across Draco´s backside. Draco clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes, refusing to cry out his anguish for them to hear.

The blows were coming too fast, too many. Draco could not suppress the whimpering sound forcing its way out of his throat any longer. His body shook with the blows as sweat was starting to run down his face. He grabbed the restraints hard and pressed his hot face onto the cool leather beneath him. Merlin, he needed to breath, he wanted to beg them so badly to stop it, but he knew that once he opened his mouth he would scream.

They were slowing down, the blows now with more time between them, both Death Eaters already breathing almost as hard as Draco. Between each blow he could now take a strangled breath, but then he opened his mouth to get in more air...and out came his first scream as the next blow hit true. McNair was laughing, the bastard was laughing at him! Draco felt hatred welling inside him, blocking out every reasoning.

"Bastard!" he screamed at McNair, unfortunately followed by another pained scream as McNair was now hitting him with even more force than before. His first tears were running down his face as the pain accumulated, finally reaching a level Draco had never imagined to be possible. 'Malfoys don´t beg!', he reminded himself, but he couldn´t take it any longer! He felt like dying, the searing pain seemingly burning his flesh leaving him trembling and weak.

"Please, stop!" Draco screamed and sobbed. "Gods, please, Sev´rus, please... help me... aargh... please... I´m sorry...I swear...I swear...I´ll do anyth...anything...aaargh!"

Draco felt with each blow how his strength was leaving him; he felt faint, but the pain was still constantly building. He couldn´t struggle any longer, just take it, lie there and take it. The blows were still falling, as dark spots were dancing in front of his eyes. Draco was whimpering, unaware of that the blows had stopped as his back was still on fire. Liquid was running down his thighs, causing him to wonder for a second if it was sweat or blood he could feel tickling his skin on its path down his legs.

"You did well, Draco," Snape´s voice tore through the haze which had shrouded his senses. Hands were undoing his restraints and pulling him up. Draco almost crumbled to the floor before Snape and McNair got a hold on his arms and heaved him up.

"Lay him on the bed!" their Lord hissed. Draco was glad that Snape and McNair had a hold on him, as he was sure that he wouldn´t have been able to walk alone right now. The muscles all over his body ached fiercely, his backside in blazing agony, tears still running down his face.

"Not on his stomach, lay him on his back!" the two Death Eaters were reprimanded. Draco cried out when his abused backside made contact with the soft silk of the bedsheets. Once he was lying on the bed the Dark Lord was by his side, caressing his tearstained face, pushing the sweat-saturated hair out of his face.

"Beautiful! This is perfect for you, child, I knew it," the snake-faced wizard almost cooed. "But there is a lesson you still have to learn, Draco! You will learn your place! You will learn to submit to me, body and mind!"

Draco was confused and still dazed, the pain a constant throbbing now, befuddling his mind. He asked himself if the Dark Lord wanted to perform any ritual on him now to bind his soul to him. The Dark Mark was all their master needed to tie his minions to him, Draco had always believed.

"McNair, you can go! Snape, take your position!" their Lord ordered. Draco watched with confusion and trepidation as Snape climbed onto the bed, raising up Draco´s head and shoulders and resting them on his lap.

"You have to relax now, Draco, or it will be even worse than necessary," Snape whispered into his ear.

Draco had no idea what Snape was talking about, but the words sent a thrill of fear through his body, his muscles tensing involuntarily. He got even more confused when Voldemort suddenly pulled off his robe and started to stroke himself. Draco couldn´t help to look at the ugly thing in his Lord´s hand looking similar to a purple, gnarly branch with bumps, ridges and slime hanging down from the tip. Draco wanted to gag. When he looked up he realized that the Dark Lord was concentrating on him with an eerie expression on his face.

"Are you still a virgin, Draco?" Draco could only stare at his Lord in shock, the leer contorting the already disgusting face almost turning his stomach.

"Have you been with a boy before in an intimate way?" asked Snape now. Oh, please, they couldn´t mean what he feared they wanted to say! Draco started to panic as soon as he saw the truth in their eyes.

"What do you want to do? I don´t want such. Please, let me go!" Draco struggled against Snape´s hold on his shoulders.

"Draco, calm down! You will go nowhere! You will relax now and learn to take it! It will hurt at first, but you will learn to like it!" Snape´s harsh voice could almost be mistakenly heard to have a pleading undertone.

"Severus, please, I don´t want this," Draco whispered beseechingly.

He knew that his godfather would not help him, would not be able to help him out of this, even if he wanted to. After he had hit him outside Hogwarts Draco was not sure any longer if his godfather was still on his side. Draco looked up at Snape, then at his master who prepared to climb onto the bed and then back at Snape.

"Please, I have never done this before;" It was more of a plea than an explanation.

"It will be well, child, you will learn your place and you will learn to like it. I will teach you that there is pleasure in pain," the Dark Lord gave him a lecherous grin, which was almost turning Draco´s stomach.

'This is not real, please, anybody say this is not real', Draco pleaded silently, the words never leaving his mouth. Draco was shaking and his breath rasping, when the Dark Lord climbed onto the bed with them. Voldemort raised his legs up and Snape held onto them around Draco´s shins, bending his legs back until his knees almost hit the sides of his chest.

"Hold onto my arms!" Snape ordered Draco quietly.

"Please, no!" Draco whimpered, his sight getting blurry again with the tears threatening to spill from his fearfilled eyes.

He grabbed his godfather´s arms and stared in terror at the tall wizard who positioned himself before Draco right now. The ugly corpse-like hands started to roam his body and Draco flashed bright red as shame washed over him. He could not help the sob escaping him, the situation too horrid to allow him to reign in his reactions.

"You have to relax, Draco, it will feel better, if you go with it." Draco did not think that he could follow Snape´s advise. There was no chance at all that he would ever enjoy the touch of the monster who had killed his parents. Draco wailed when his Lord started to rub and smack his tortured backside while stroking Draco´s flaccid member.

"Stop, it hurts!" he sobbed.

"There is pleasure in pain. You will learn, Draco," the Dark Lord consoled him. As if to prove the truth in his Lord´s statement his own body betrayed him and his cock started to fill out.

What came next was a living nightmare. There was searing pain in a place Draco did not even want to think about. He knew that he was supposed to relax, but Draco could not relax one bit. His whole body was tense like a bowstring. His face contorted with pain when Lord Voldemort grabbed his hips even harder and went steadily deeper. Draco´s breath came in short pained gasps by now, tears of shame almost blinding him.

Draco had experience, of course. He was a Malfoy and he was sexy, but this-! He wondered if Pansy had also felt such pain when he had deflowered her. He hoped not; at least Pansy had not displayed any signs of pain. This was certainly the reason why his father had always said that a man being with a man was unnatural. Gods, he had been right, it was pure agony! The male body was simply not built to receive another male, and the unnatural act forced upon him almost tore him apart.

"Relax!" Snape´s voice was sounding hard and furious again.

"I can´t," he whimpered, shaking his head. "No, please!"

The Dark Lord pressed deeper, although it was not easy for him to enter somebody dry, especially a virgin. He savoured every second of seeing this beautiful boy writhing under him in excruciating pain and soul-destroying shame.

"I will teach you your place, child! You will submit to me! Always! Body and soul! You belong to me!" he grinned with delight as Draco started to whimper and thrash, digging his nails into Snapes arms as his godfather had trouble holding him in position.

"To whom do you belong?" thundered Voldemort. It took some seconds for Draco to proceed that his Lord wanted him to answer.

"To you...my Lord!" Draco sobbed. Draco´s strained whimpers immediately turned into an agonized scream as his Lord used force to finally enter Draco all the way with one brutal thrust.

"Please, take it out, I can´t take it, Gods, it hurts so much!" Draco screamed frantically.

Voldemort thrust mercilessly, every time slapping against Draco´s caned backside, making him scream with pain. The snake-faced monster savoured every scream while Draco was convinced that he was going to die. This was the agony he had experienced during the cruel caning combined with the feeling of being torn apart. He was sure his intestines would seep out soonest. Suddenly Draco´s eyes flew open. There had been a flashing sensation inside him. It had felt good, almost overriding the pain.

"Please.." Draco whimpered breathlessly. He was not coherent enough any longer to know what he was begging for, but he got it anyway. There it was again--with every exruciating thrust of his Lord the surge shot through his body, setting him on fire, making him thrust back. The pain was still terrible, but this pleasure was so sweet, sweeter than any he had ever experienced before.

"Gods..ah...please...more" Voldemort bent forward, almost lying on top of Draco now, the repulsive face coming closer until deadly white lips pressed against Draco´s.

Any other time Draco would have been revolted enough to start vomiting had his Lord kissed him and pushed his cold, slimy tongue into Draco´s mouth, but right now this was what made the feeling inside him even better. This monster was pounding him without mercy, hurting him, raping him, and it felt so good. Gods, this was so wrong and he liked it! Draco let go of Snape´s arms and wound them around his Lord, pressing him closer, his legs now supported by his Lord´s shoulders.

Draco hardly felt his godfather pulling away from him and climbing off the bed. Voldemort bent his legs even more back as he was completely on top of Draco now. In this position he was penetrated in the deepest possible way. It hurt like hell and still his Lord´s hideous member elicited the most sensual pleasure with every forceful thrust. Draco screamed into the Dark Lord´s mouth, eyes wide open, locked onto the red slit-like eyes, still wishing for nothing else than to be pounded like this for the rest of his life. He could feel wave after wave of orgasmic sensations rolling through his body, while his backside was in agony. His bodily reactions were confusing him, making him doubt his sexuality, but still there was nothing which had ever made him feel more alive.

The pain of the deep penetration mixed with the hard slaps of his Lord´s thighs against his bleeding buttocks was almost too much. He couldn´t push back any longer in this position, all he could do was hold on to his Lord, shuddering and screaming every time the pleasurable sensation shot through his middle and went right into his cock and balls. He was harder than any of those times he had been the one on top, the one thrusting into a tight, wet cavity.

He could feel himself burning. It was too much--he could not stand this agonizing bliss any longer. Draco squeezed his eyes shut, screaming like a banshee as his body went rigid for a moment just to go into convulsions the following second, as liquid fire was pulsing through him and erupting from him. The world around him was forgotten as Draco´s body shut down, the physical stimulation on overload and he fainted.

Coming ahead in the next chapter of Ad Finem - Until The End:

Draco doesn´t take kindly to his new place in life and decides on a rash deed.

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