Warning: Rowling´s characters are naughty and cruel again!
Chapter 8
A b a s e m e n t
Potter was an entertaining little slave. Draco loved to watch from a dark corner how the deatheaters punched him, kicked him, cursed him, raped him, mocked him, jeered at him when he had to suck off another one of them. Draco never participated, he always watched. His hand inside his robes, slowly rubbing his hard-on, trying to make it last, enjoying every second of Potter´s hell.
The one deatheater who liked to use Potter most was Pettigrew. He was an ugly almost baldheaded man with a silver hand, a gift from the Dark Lord. Draco understood very well why Wormtail, as he was called also, was so keen on rutting Potter. Nobody who looked as repulsive as the ratlike man could find a decent lay anywhere. Potter seemed to hate the man with a vengeance. The hatred in his eyes when he called Pettigrew a traitor who had betrayed his parents made the short man always falter and stutter, pathetic really, as Draco thought, but nevertheless he could never leave his hands off the blackhaired boy and Potter grudglingly but obediently followed every order coming out from behind the rodent´s teeth.
Draco groaned softly, his member twitching as he watched Potter kneeling in front of Pettigrew, who sat slouched on a hard wooden chair in one of the many dimlit chambers in Lord Voldemort´s lair. Potter was hesitantly holding Pettigrews naked grimy foot in his hands, staring at it with barely veiled disgust, slowly opening his mouth, sucking the big toe into his mouth. Pettigrew groaned, his eyes never leaving Potter´s face, Potter´s mouth, his silver hand frantically rubbing his puny erection. Draco thought with a sneer on his face that whoever had given Pettigrew the name Wormtail had surely referred to the man´s penis. Potter was gagging now, struggling to stop himself from vomiting onto the baldheaded ratman´s right foot. Draco was shaking with silent laughter. Oh, this was so hilarious!
Pettigrew was panting, making small squeaking sounds as his body started to shudder and white goo was jetting out of the red flesh sqeezed between silver fingers, hitting Potter´s face, sticking to his black hair, slowly running down his cheek. Potter let go of the grimy toe immediately, spitting onto the stone floor several times in revulsion, trying to clean the sperm off his face with his naked forearm but only managed to smear it across his soft white skin in the process. Pettigrew tucked his wormtail back into his trousers, patted Potter on his sticky cheek and smiled with satisfaction.
"Thanks, Harry!" Pettigrew said, showing off his big front teeth. He left Potter there, kneeling on the floor, and shuffled his way out of the dimly lit chamber. Potter shuddered once, a look of hopelessness and despair crossing his face. Draco hesitated a moment before he stepped further into the room, into the circle of light a single torch on the wall was creating around the wooden chair, startling Potter whose face was immediately forced into a mask of indifference.
"Good job, Potter! I can see you were made for this!" he sneered, enjoying the warmth spreading inside his guts as he looked down at the kneeling Potter. "Ever the little slut, Potter! Must be a Gryffindor trait! If I remember the weasel´s little sister well...!" Draco chuckled softly while Potter´s face twisted into a grimace, speaking of anger and restraint.
"Thus speaks Voldemort´s whore!" Potter hissed softly, his defiant eyes meeting Draco´s as he slowly got up. Draco´s sneer died down, but soon it was replaced with a dangerous smile.
"If I was you I would watch my mouth, Potter! You are far below me now!" Draco hissed back, anger and hurt starting to fill his mind.
"You are fooling yourself, Draco! We are the same here in this hellhole!" Potter smiled sadly.
"We are not the same! Nobody cares for you, but my Lord cares for me! Nobody else is allowed to touch me! There´s a big difference between us!"
"If I am informed correctly he almost killed you by engorging a certain bodypart of Snape!" Potter´s smile turned nasty. Draco´s breath hitched in his throat. How did Potter come by this information? What the hell was going on here? "You want to tell me how your Lord loves you and cares for you, never hurting you, never making you bleed, never making you scream?"
Draco´s mind was a big blank. All he could think about was how Potter obtained informations on his stay here. Why the hell was Potter even alive? Why had his Lord not killed him by now?
"I don´t know what you are talking about, Potter!" Draco forced out between gritted teeth, nervous sweat breaking out on his forehead.
"We could help each other, Draco! Since I saw you crying there in the toilet I knew you were not just a big git, but that you were forced into this life, forced to be who you are not. I know that you are not so bad, Draco! I know you didn´t want to kill Dumbledore! You are not a murderer." The nasty smile was gone now from Potter´s face, only seriousness and honesty showing in his eyes.
"You are mistaken, Potter! I killed four deatheaters only some weeks ago! I can kill whomever and whenever I want!" Draco was seething by now. What did Potter think who he was, calling him Draco and accusing him of being a soft-hearted weakling.
"Congrats, Draco! So you killed four deatheaters but were not willing to kill Dumbledore and risked your own life even for saving Snape´s!" Potter smiled knowingly. What the hell did Potter want to proove with his gibberish?
"Except of Voldemort you are the only one in here who is never touching me, Draco." Potter´s smile was even growing wider. So it was the fact that he had never touched Potter that he thought he could talk to him anyhow he wanted? Draco felt the sneer building on his face on his own accord.
"Kneel down in front of the chair! Face the chair, arms on the seat and bend forwards!" Draco hissed in a low voice. "I can show you that I am not a weak Gryffindor like you! And the next time you call me Draco I will take you to the torture chambers to personally flog you within an inch of your life!"
Draco pushed the blackhaired youth who looked angry on himself towards the chair and watched how he knelt down on the floor, resting his forearms on the wooden seat. Draco knelt down behind Potter, looking at his bruised buttocks, at the wet traces between his legs, remnants of the day´s activities with other deatheaters, and shuddered. He didn´t want to have sex with Potter, he had never breached another male, he was used to being taken. When Potter slowly turned his head to look back at Draco he hissed at the waiting teenager:
"Don´t move, Potter!"
Slowly an idea was forming in his head, something he had seen in "wizards and their wands" magazine which he had snatched from Goyle once. He grimaced in disgust when he slowly, searchingly pushed a finger into Potter´s anus. The feeling was warm, slimy and revolting. The idea of other men´s sperm and Potter´s crap coating his fingers, sticking under his nails, almost turned his stomach. Potter´s body was still relaxed, it was seemingly no big deal for Potter to have Draco´s finger inside his bottom. How could it, being taken uncounted times a day.
"You are really like a bitch on heat, Potter, all slimy and filthy!"
Draco pulled out his one finger, harshly pushing two into the grimy hole. Potter dropped his head onto his arms now, jerking slightly at the initial intrusion but did not make a single sound. Draco made a face. He pulled out again, forcing three fingers inside. Finally, Potter tensed, emitting a soft groan now. Draco smiled triumphantly, moving his fingers in and out with harsh movements, enjoying how the other youth clenched his fists, trying to relax his body again, forehead pressed hard against his forearms. Draco pulled out again, trying to bring his fingers a little together and pushed with four fingers in again. He met some resistance and Potter jerked forward, whimpering softly.
"I said don´t move, Potter!"
As Draco was pumping his four fingers in and out Potter started to pant and moan, his body covered with a light sheen of sweat tensing in pain. When Draco brought his thumb to the side of his hand and pushed it in along with the other fingers Potter jerked violently forward with a yelp. His hands were flying to the back of the chair, gripping the edge of the seat hard. Draco was stuck, he could not get his hand past his knuckles in. He pressed forward with all his strength, cursing inwardly that he could not enter the way he had imagined, while Potter was jerking again, letting out a highpitched whine. Potter´s body was dripping wet now. Draco pulled out a part of his hand to breach the shaking boy´s entrance with a forceful thrust.
"NO! Please, Malfoy, I´m sorry, stop it, it hurt´s!"
Yes! Finally something Potter was not used to, something which caused him pain he could not withstand. Draco frowned. He was stuck again. He had seen it on a moving picture, it was possible to do this, so what the hell was wrong with Potter´s backside? Potter sounded as if he was crying. Suppressed sobs were shaking his frame.
"Open your legs wider!"
Once the groaning boy had managed in small jerking and shifting movements to open them for Draco, he reached between Potter´s legs. He massaged the heavy testicles, reaching forward to feel the limp penis, starting to stroke it slowly while he moved his hand like a screwdriver in the clenching anus. Draco started to pant as trying to work his way into the other boy was strenuous. He whimpered the whole time now, but whenever Draco tried to force his whole hand in he jerked forward and gasped loudly in pain. Deatheaters were surrounding them now, watching the amazing spectacle, cheering Draco on.
"Come on, Potter, let me in!"
Draco pressed the slender boy flush against the chair with one hand to take the chance from him to jerk forwards and away from Draco´s intrusive hand and went back to work. The harder Draco pushed against the too tight ring of muscles the louder Potter wailed. Finally, finally the blackhaired youth shrieked and Draco felt his hand moving inside in one fluid motion, coming to rest once the abused entrance closed around his wrist. Draco stilled his hand with an exhausted smile.
"Gods...please...take it out...please...I´m sorry"
Potter was wheezing, whimpering and whining. It was music to Draco´s ears. He slowly moved his fingers together, forming a fist inside Potter´s bowels, which made the blackhaired boy jerk and groan. Draco´s other hand left the boy´s sweatcovered back and was moving over Potter´s privates, pressing, rubbing, massaging, while he slowly moved his fist in the too tight tunnel. Potter emitted a high whining sound again, his body shuddering as if in fever.
"You like this, don´t you?"
Draco rammed his fist into Potter, eliciting a never ending agonizing scream, while he stroked the boy furiously. He was setting a brutal rhythm, using the small cramped space inside Potter for as much movement as possible, stretching Potter´s anus to its limits. Not even his Lord with a battery of Cruciatus curses could have made Harry Potter scream the way Draco did. The slender boy seemed to be in another world, his body rocking with Draco´s thrusts, the muscles in his legs convulsing, his screams speaking of the extreme stimulation he was undergoing. It did not take long and Draco could feel Potter´s anus exerting pulsing pressure on his squashed-up hand, the boy´s rock-hard member twitching in his other, spewing sperm onto the dark stone beneath him.
The audience was breathless, only single moans resounded through the room and the splatter of a deatheater ejaculating belatedly on the stone floor while Potter and Draco were panting in exhaustion. Draco pulled his hand out, opening the fist to be able to pass the ring of muscles, his brutal jerk rewarded with another scream of the half-dead teenager. He frowned darkly as he saw his messed hand coming out of Potter´s now gaping wide and bleeding hole. He scourgified his hand, and a second time as he was not satisfied with the result the first time.
Draco looked up to meet crimson eyes, the unholy smile of his Lord burning straight into his soul. Gods, he was so hard and his Lord was stretching his hand out towards him, pulling him into a claiming embrace, kissing him demandingly. The Dark Lord pulled Draco out of the chamber, his erection pressing into Draco´s side. Draco sent a last glance back at Potter and smiled when he saw that one of the deatheaters was entering the completely exhausted and motionless Potter brutally while the other deatheaters were seemingly waiting for their own turn.
His Lord led Draco into his private bedroom, where he slowly pulled off Draco´s upper robe, kissing him hungrily.
"My Lord, why did you not kill Potter as he deserved? Why keeping him alive? He is dangerous regardless the necklace inhibiting his magic." Draco murmured between moans. His Lord looked at him thoughtfully.
"I cannot kill Potter, he is a part of me." he answered in a low voice, looking straight into Draco´s eyes as if searching for something in there. Draco was confused.
"What does that mean, a part of you?"
"When you were still a mere babe I created vessels to contain parts of my soul, my life force actually. There were several I created willingly, but on the day I tried to kill Harry Potter the ancient magic his mother used to protect him almost killed me. I lost a large amount of my lifeforce flowing into him at that moment, much larger than any of the other vessels are holding. Since then he is a part of me, connected to me." Voldemort kissed him again.
"But you have the other vessels still!" Draco protested, the idea of Potter being somebody special to his Lord, somebody he was not willing to give up was not one he wanted to entertain.
"Yes, I do. My loyal Nagini is one, and she protects two other ones in a secret room behind this tapestry right here, and there is still one hidden somewhere else outside Riddle House. Potter is my most powerful vessel, because his lifeforce feeds mine. That is the reason why I want to keep him with me."
"But I hate Potter!" whined Draco.
"Maybe one day you will learn to love him."
His Lord´s smile promised love and care until the end of days, capturing his mouth, conquering his body. Draco bathed in his Lord´s warm embrace, soaked up the feeling of surrender, celebrated the harshness of his owner´s thrusts and was completed when their souls entwined.
Coming ahead in the next chapter of Ad Finem - Until The End:
Harry turns the tables. A pairing surprise. Draco is in deep...crap.
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