M is for Master

Rating: NC-17

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M grasped Harry by the cloth around his wrists and used it to lead him into the bedroom. There, Harry remained standing as M moved away.

Harry heard the sound of a button being undone followed by a zipper. From experience, he knew it was his jeans being undone by M. Draco dipped his index fingers into the gap between denim and hipbone, slowly dragging Harry's pants down with tickling fingertips.

Harry was led back a few steps in a prison-shuffle with his pants around his ankles, and then roughly pushed onto the bed behind him. He exclaimed in surprise and at M's growl, relaxed and lay malleable against the bed. His shoes, socks then pants were removed in short order. He was rewarded for his obedience by an open-mouthed kiss on his lower stomach, just above his pubes. He shivered in delight and wanting.

So there he lay, naked and bound on M's temporary bed. People would be surprised, he thought, if they saw this or found about it. Thoughts were stopped though, as M begun rummaging through his portable 'chest of toys'. Familiar clinking and rattling permeated the room, stopping as M drew nearer again.

"Now, my lovely, I bought these as soon as I saw them, thinking of you. I know you're going to love them," promised Draco in a mock-reassuring voice. It was a voice full of lust and dirty promises.

Harry felt his left nipple being pinched and twisted. He cried out at the pain/pleasure sensation. Cruel teeth enclosed around it and tugged, pulling a whimper from Harry. He could almost feel Draco smirking. His other nipple was then similarly attacked, being abused pleasantly. Harry cried out as Draco gave him a particularly cruel tug and hard twist on both nipples simultaneously, as if trying to separate them from his body. His nipples were now swollen and close to becoming bruised, erect red buds against his chest.

"Good," murmured Draco, and rewarded Harry with a stroke against his hardening cock. Harry whimpered at the feeling, not yet ready to beg for more. As if reading his mind, Draco cooed at him, "Do you want more, pet? Do you want more?" Harry refused to answer, twisting his head instead against the pillow. Draco clucked his tongue. A fist gripped the base of Harry's cock in a tight hold in warning.

"Yes, Master," whimpered Harry in a small voice before M could hurt him. M decided to do so anyway, tightening his grip. Harry gasped loudly and felt his cock twitch in response. M chuckled above him.

"Ready for your new friends?" purred Draco, picking up the objects. He didn't wait for a response, instead opening the devices up and moving to lean over Harry, with a knee resting on the mattress between Harry's legs. He gripped one of Harry's already abused nipples and gently pulled on it, until it was stretched about a half centimetre away from Harry's body. It wasn't a large distance, but it was enough. Draco then used his other hand to attach the nipple clamp to the soft flesh between Harry's chest and actual tip of his nipple. Then he spun the dial to tighten it, stopping when Harry whined in the back of his throat. He tweaked and tugged Harry's right nipple then, attaching and adjusting the other clamp to the same pressure as the other one.

"What do you think?" asked Draco. "You look divine."

"Owww," was Harry's only answer as he squirmed on the bed.

"You want me to loosen them?" asked Draco considerately. It was part of his role as Master to care for Harry while pushing him to his limits. He laughed when Harry shook his head to keep them the same. "You're such a sadist, Potter," muttered Draco to himself in amusement. At the tilt of Harry's head, he knew he was curious from not hearing the actual words. Before Harry could ask what he'd said, Draco turned the clamps on to vibrate. Harry gasped as they sent pleasurable ripples from each nipple to the rest of his body, his back arching slightly. Draco smirked at his predicament, but went on to continue 'clothing' his pet.

Purple strappy hells were carefully slipped onto Harry's feet with a kiss to the arch of his foot while he remained lying on the bed, preoccupied with the vibrating nipple clamps. Draco rose again to pull Harry up to stand in front of him. Harry teetered precautiously on the heels until he was able to find his balance and relax again. After months, he was quite adept at walking in heels so standing wasn't a trial. He was silent, waiting for whatever would come next.

Draco picked up another toy. He'd had this for ages but hadn't used it yet on Harry. Carefully, he spread it over his fingers and spread them, stretching the band sufficiently. He used his spread fingers to place it around Harry's semi-hard dick and then withdrew his fingers so the band was fitted snugly at the very base of Harry's sex. It looked good and Harry seemed to enjoy it, even if he appeared a little disorientated at the new sensation.

Draco smirked at the view before him. Messy black hair, pink lips open slightly, blindfold securely around his head, wrists tied in front, cock trapped and his feet displayed in purple heels. It would be almost justifiable to mistake him for a girl. It'd be even easier, after Draco added his favourite. A corset around Harry's middle that drew in his waist and ended just beneath his nipples, forcing his chest to protrude more than usual. The nipple clamp's decorative attachments hung over the corset and pulled at Harry's nipples due to gravity. For the crowning accessory, Draco placed a black collar with silver adornments around Harry's neck.

Draco took a step back to fully gaze at his pet. He looks absolutely delicious, and has no idea, thought a very smug Draco. But at least neither does that stupid bint he's with, Draco thought. She'd never realise Harry's full potential, thought Draco bitterly and possessively. Harry had told him how he was the hero and in command in public, so Ginny expected him to be so in the bedroom as well. The idiot didn't even know that her so called 'lover' didn't belong to her at all, thought Draco with disgust. Know all he had to do, was get Harry to realise that he belonged with him, Draco. And Draco didn't think that would be particularly strenuous, given what he'd heard about the two's home life.

Yes, Draco had decided ages ago, shortly after this had all begun happening, that was what he wanted: Harry Potter to be his and nobody else's. And after all, who ever heard of a Malfoy not getting what they want?

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