II. The Offering

Two days later, Lucius sent sixth-year Jakobus Macnair to the Hospital Wing with blood spurting from his orifices when Macnair and Yaxley cornered him in the Potions corridor. Yaxley managed to hit him with a Stunner before Lucius could do the same to him, and levitated him into the Slytherin common room, where Tom Riddle sat with a few other of his closest, Evan Rosier, Michael Avery, and Cassius Selwyn.

"Yaxley, you bring such anger into the room where we are trying to study. At ease." Riddle did not look up from his book.

"My lord," said Yaxley, throwing Lucius down in front of Riddle. "I ask that you show this boy his place."

Riddle looked up. Catching sight of Lucius, he laughed.

"Little Lucius Malfoy. How has he displeased you, Yaxley?"

"He used the Blood-Splitter Curse on Macnair," Yaxley said, fuming.

"Interesting. Finite. Malfoy, why did you disrespect your elders?"

"They attacked me first, my lord."

Rosier, Avery, and Selwyn laughed. They thought it was presumptuous of Lucius to call Riddle his lord, but they did not know he had Riddle's permission to do so.

"You see, my lord?" Said Yaxley. "He thinks much of himself."

"Can you perform a Blood-Splitter Curse, Yaxley?" Riddle asked mildly.

Yaxley fell silent, face red.

"I do not punish competence. If you cannot defend yourself against a fourth-year, perhaps your time will be better spent here studying with us, rather than roaming the corridors all day."

"Surely you won't side with the presumptuous little faggot over Yaxley, my lord," said Avery with a frown. They had all been quite unpleasant to Lucius recently.

Riddle turned his gaze towards Avery.

"Side with?" He repeated coldly.

Avery raised his hands placatingly.

"I'm just pointing out the natural order of things, my lord."

"And far be it for me to upset your natural order," Riddle replied scathingly. He turned back to Lucius. "Tell me Malfoy, what is the natural order?"

"The strong presides over the weak."

"Since you see fit to attack Yaxley and Macnair, evidently you consider yourself the strong."

Lucius gave him a little bow. "Not quite, my lord, but I'm working on it."

Yaxley hissed and Riddle laughed.

"Avery is right. You are quite presumptuous, for such an abomination."

Lucius barely hid a flinch. He swallowed, and boldly replied, "All the better to serve you, my lord."

Lucius could see the affronted expressions on all of Riddle's lackeys' faces, but Riddle's smirk didn't even waver.

"How do you propose to serve me, Malfoy?" Riddle questioned softly. "Would you like to be on all fours for me? Or would you prefer to spread them?"

Steeling himself against the laughter, Lucius said, "There is no position I would refuse in my lord's service."

Riddle stared at him as the others howled with laughter.

Finally, voice thick with amusement, Riddle said, "how can I not be tempted by such…loyalty."

Glancing around at his cohorts, Riddle put down his book and spread his thighs.

"Why don't you come here and show me exactly how devoted you are, Malfoy."

Lucius paled. Surely Riddle didn't expect Lucius to suck him off in the middle of the common room, in front of all his housemates. While that would certainly put him under Riddle's protection, it was no better than branding him Riddle's personal whore.

"You heard him, Malfoy," said Yaxley gleefully.

"We'd all be very disappointed if you were lying," said Selwyn.

"Yes," agreed Rosier. "You wouldn't want to disappoint us, would you?"

Lucius looked at Riddle desperately. Riddle's dark eyes glittered, boring into his. Lucius stepped forward and knelt between Riddle's legs.

There were cat-calls. Lucius reminded himself that he must act unperturbed, for the more the reacted, the more he lost grace. He reached for Riddle's belt, unfastened it, and unbuttoned Riddle's breeches. Riddle wore plain black boxers underneath. Lucius glanced up at Riddle again, and got a raised eyebrow. He reached into the opening for Riddle's cock. It was flaccid and heavy in his palm. Lucius stroked it a few times, feeling the satiny skin under his fingers become a little firmer.

"Are you going to suck it or not?" Yaxley said.

Lucius glared at him. "Unless you're going to, I suggest you keep it shut."

Amid Yaxley's hissing protests, Lucius swallowed Riddle's cock whole. His nose was buried in Riddle's dark curls, smelling a distinct musky scent as he worked his tongue around the flesh in his mouth that quickly engorged and lengthened until it was pushing at his throat. He pulled up until his lips were wrapped around just the head. Riddle was leaning back in his armchair with his hands folded behind his head, looking utterly relaxed. Somehow, with his cock out in the middle of the common room, getting a blowjob from a boy, he was at his most masculine, and it occurred to no one that this might make their precious Tom Riddle queer.

Lucius worked up and down the thick shaft, cheeks hollowed, tongue swirling, giving it his best. As he pulled back to catch his breath, he heard whistles, and a 'damn, Riddle'. Riddle's cock jutted proudly from his fly, straight as an arrow, thick and red, with a large bulbous head so wide Lucius could not close his hand around it. Lucius' breath caught at the thought that this was what had breached him just two days ago. He was still sore, and he had been bleeding a little that day when Riddle had fucked him, but here he was, back for more.

He tried his best to fit as much of it into his mouth as he could, but there was still at least half left when he hit his gag reflex. He breathed deeply and pushed down further each time he went down, until he worked past it and Riddle's thick cock was lodged in his throat. Riddle made a deep sound of pleasure, grabbed Lucius' hair, and thrust down his throat. Lucius couldn't breathe. He kept still and relaxed his throat as Riddle fucked his face, but as Riddle was speeding up and he knew he must be close to climax, Lucius was dizzy with lack of air. He pushed against Riddle's hips, trying to stop him, but Riddle ignored him and kept thrusting until he came down his throat. Lucius gasped for air, barely registering his surroundings as he wiped tears and saliva from his face.

When he looked up at the other boys, they were staring at him like a piece of meat.

"Well, finish the job, Malfoy," said Riddle.

Lucius carefully buttoned Riddle back up again.

"I daresay I'm impressed," said Riddle, smiling, as he carded his fingers through Lucius' long hair. "You do have your talents. Why, if you'd offered such services to all my friends here, I'm sure they'd have been far more friendly."

The others laughed a little awkwardly, not nearly as comfortable in their masculinity to admit how turned on they were by Lucius' performance. Lucius had seen them shifting their robes to hide their erections.

"Only you, my lord," Lucius said.

"To be clear, you want to be my whore."

Lucius bit his lip at the mocking laughter.

"There are a lot of people who covet my bed, Malfoy. Most of them have the advantage of breasts. But it would be unfair of me not to give you a chance when you try so hard to get my attention. Why don't you come to my room tonight?"

"Really, Riddle?" Rosier said, raising an eyebrow. He was Riddle's closest.

Riddle grinned at him. "Really, Rosier. Who am I to refuse sex from such a pretty…little…girl?"

He lifted his wand, and to Lucius' horror, his long hair lengthened further, his chest bulged out and he felt alarming changes in his trousers.

"What is that?" Said Rosier, staring.

"Human Transfiguration. Do none of you pay attention in class?"

"We do not learn that in class."

Riddle shrugged, picking up his book again.

"Does that go all the way down?"

"Can you teach me how to do it, my lord?"

Riddle snorted. "Which poor boy do you have your eye on, Avery?"

"It just seems useful!"

"Please. Either you are going to sit down and study, or you're going to leave me in peace."
Lucius fled to the bathroom in his dorm. Fortunately, none of his dorm mates were there. He stared in horror at himself in the mirror. Riddle was right. He was a very pretty girl. As a boy, Lucius was a little too skinny and pointy. The heart shaped face framed by white-blond locks looked far more proportionate. His breasts, generous and round, pushed at his white button shirt. And he reached into his pants to find…nothing. He had girls' bits. His cock was gone.

He hid in the bathroom for hours until evening came, and his dorm mates roared with laughter at the sight of him, and tried to touch his boobs. Lucius had to pull out his wand and remind them that even if he was a witch, he would be a far more formidable one than their sad arses. He walked down to the last room at the end of the hall, marked T. M. Riddle. Seventh year students did not usually get single rooms, but Tom Riddle was always above the rules. He tapped on the door twice.

Riddle answered the door in socks, breeches, and his white shirt, with the top two buttons open. He held the door open silently, and Lucius walked into the Head Boy's room. It was about the same size as the dorm that Lucius shared with three other boys in his years. A large crackling fireplace warmed the room, opposite was a King Sized bed with forest green bedspreads. There was a wardrobe in the corner, a desk, and a large empty glass tank on the floor.

"I think the look suits you, don't you?" Riddle said as Lucius looked around.

"No," Lucius said, turning to him at once, "please turn me back, my lord. Please?"

"And why wouldn't I rather fuck this pretty girl?"

"Boys' holes are tighter," Lucius said at once. "And we take it much better. I won't scream like a girl this time."

"I must remind you that if you want me to take care of McCartney, I will consider how much you sacrifice for me."

"I'm not doing this because of McCartney," Lucius said. "Or at least, not just that."

"Oh?"

"I admire you, my lord," Lucius said, blushing.

"Are you telling me you fancy me?"

Lucius looked down, feeling stupid.

"What do you admire about me, Lucius?"

"Your wit. Your power. Your ruthlessness. I envy those who are close to you. I…want to be counted among them."

"Every time I see you, you ask for more." Riddle said, walking close to him. "And I ask you again, how much do you have to give?"

"Everything," Lucius breathed.

"Let's see how much you mean that. Strip."

Painstakingly slowly, Lucius shrugged off his blazer, his tie, his vest and shirt, his trousers and socks, and slid his pants off with his eyes closed. Riddle chuckled.

"I don't see why you don't like it. But then, I suppose you don't appreciate the beauty of the female body."

Lucius felt Riddle's hand on his breasts, but he didn't want to open his eyes. As Riddle fondled his breasts, Lucius discovered how sensitive they were, and a tingling warmth built in his groin. Riddle's fingers slipped between his legs and came back wet. He smeared it on Lucius' lips.

"Look at me."

Lucius opened his eyes, tears brimming.

"When you submit to me, I will consider your opinion in what we do. But it remains my choice," Riddle told him.

He muttered an incantion, and Lucius' body morphed back to normal.

"Thank you, thank you," Lucius gasped.

"Now let's see how far you're willing to go to please me, hm? Open that trunk over there." Riddle indicated a battered brown trunk peeking out from under his bed.

Lucius opened it to find a vast array of torture equipment. Or at least, that's what it looked like. There were canes, paddles, whips, ropes, chains, handcuffs, candles, a cat-o-nine-tails, several dildos of differing size, and other stuff Lucius didn't even recognise.

"Pick something I can hit you with."

Lucius gulped. He had promised Riddle he would do anything. He doubted that Riddle would allow him to back out now, even if he wanted to. He reached for a shiny black leather handle in the entangled bunch, and found that he had pulled out a whip, about a metre long. Pale with fear, he handed it to Riddle.

"This is an enchanted bullwhip," Riddle told him, looking incredibly amused. "It's made of dragon leather and soaked with basilisk venom. It's not poisonous, of course," he added as Lucius flinched back. "When it breaks the skin, expect to feel a burning sensation. The wound cannot be healed by magical means."

"Okay," Lucius said faintly, feeling sick.

"Brace yourself over the desk."

Lucius put his hands down and bent over. Riddle adjusted his posture, pushing his back down and kicking his legs wider apart. When he was satisfied with Lucius' pose, Lucius found that he could no longer move his hands or feet. The tears threatened again.

"Frightened?"

"Yes," Lucius said, voice wavering.

"Second thoughts?"

Lucius kept silent. Riddle caressed his bottom before stepping back.

The first hit hurt a little less than he expected, raising a line of pain over his buttocks. The second and third was each more painful than the earlier, laid in parallel stripes down his arse. Lucius remembered that the wounds could not be healed by magical means, and thought in horror of being unable to sit in class, whimpering and shifting in his seat as the other Slytherins laughed at him.

By the tenth stroke, Lucius could not help crying out. After the twenties, Lucius lost count. It felt like his whole backside was being licked by fire, as he jerked and cowered futilely, trying to run from the whip. Sobbing, he began begging Riddle incoherently, a pitiful mess of 'please' and 'hurts'. The final stroke was crueler than all the others, slashing across the fire in an explosion of pain that Lucius didn't think was possible. He realised belatedly, as the prickling heat rose along that line, that none of the other stokes had broken skin.

Riddle's cock pressed against his burning arse as he sobbed. Riddle spread Lucius' cheeks and rubbed his cock against the cleft. Riddle must have conjured some lube, because Lucius' crack was suddenly sticky and dribbling down to his balls. Riddle lined up at his puckered entrance and eased in.

"Fuck yourself on my cock."

Whimpering, Lucius pushed back against the older boy, working it into his arse as he rocked his hips back and forth. When he had worked Riddle's cock a little over half way into his arse, Riddle took his hips and plunged in the rest of the way. Lucius broke his promise not to scream. But Riddle was not quite as brutal as last time. He took long deep strokes that brushed Lucius' prostate on every pass. His pace was even and languid. There began to be some note of pleasure in Lucius' whimpers. When Riddle's hand closed around his cock, he jerked, pushing into his hand.

"Do you want to come?"

"Yes, please, my lord, please…"

The hand withdrew.

"You'll have to learn to come from getting fucked, then."

Lucius moaned in protest, eagerly angling his hips back so that Riddle's thrusts would hit his prostate harder. He pushed back, meeting Riddle thrust for thrust, until his balls tightened and he was only a few strokes away from coming, when Riddle pulled out and his come splattered over Lucius' sore ass.

"More, more, please please please," Lucius sobbed.

"More?" Riddle said. "If you really want to come, I suppose I'll let you rub yourself against my leg."

Riddle pulled him back by his hair and threw him to the ground. Lucius rubbed against Riddle's clothed leg, rutting desperately until he squirted stripes of white across Riddle's black breeches. He fell to the ground, sniffling.

"What a sight you are."

"Have I pleased you?" Lucius asked, looking up tearfully.

"You did well."

"Can I…can I kiss you?"

"Do you want to kiss me or do you want me to take care of McCartney?"

"…Kiss," Lucius whispered.

Riddle laughed. He pulled Lucius up and sat down on his bed, with Lucius in his lap. Lucius wrapped his arms around Riddle's neck and pressed his lips to the older boy's. Riddle held him and kissed him back, and despite his flaming arse Lucius felt blissful. When Riddle drew back, Lucius pressed kisses down his jaw, clinging to him greedily.

"This is what you want, is it? You want to kiss me."

"More," Lucius said.

"What more?"

"I want to sit with you. I want to talk with you. I want you to teach me spells. I want you to let me touch you."

Riddle pushed him off his lap. "You want me to be your boyfriend."

"No," Lucius gasped, shaking his head. "I want you to be my lord. You said you are a generous lord, my lord…"

Riddle scrutinized him. "I can be."

"Then, please. Am I not worth your time?"

"You have caught my attention," said Riddle. "You still have to hold it."

"Yes, my lord."

"The Blood-Splitter Curse," Riddle said abruptly. "Impressive, for a fourteen-year-old."

Lucius looked at him warily, wondering if he was about to be punished for cursing Macnair. But Riddle didn't seem angry.

"I want to know what else you can do. Teach you spells, you said? Tomorrow, 8 o'clock. The old defence classroom in the third floor east wing. Impress me some more."

"Yes." Lucius lit up. "I won't disappoint you, my lord."

Riddle summoned a little jar.

"Healing salve. It will take about a week for the welts to heal properly. Apply it twice daily."

"Thank you," Lucius said, taking it.

"Leave."

Lucius hurriedly obeyed, eager to go through his books for something that would impress Tom Riddle.