M is for Master

Rating: NC-17

A/N: I couldn't edit all of the other chapters and not this one, now could I? This had been a long time coming (about 4 years?) So I figured it was about time to finish this for you guys. Much love to all of my readers.

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"How are you feeling, pet?" purred Draco.

"Good, Master," whimpered Harry. "So, good."

"You like the toys I bought you?"

"Oh, oh... yes. Yes, Master."

"You liked the clamps didn't you?"

"Yes, Master."

"My little pain-slut," murmured Draco affectionately, smoothing his hands down Harry's legs. "You like the shoes?"

"Yes, Master."

"Why do you like the shoes?"

"Because my Master gave them to me and likes me in them."

"Good answer," smirked Draco. "Corset?"

"Mhm."

"The cock ring. You like that?"

Draco waited, hearing Harry breath heavily for several seconds.

"...Yes?" Harry finally murmured.

Draco laughed. "Oh, good. I'll be sure to use it more often in the future then."

Harry groaned and tried to squirm into the table.

"The collar?"

"Yes, Master. Yes." There was no pause this time.

"Why do you like it?"

"Because it means I'm yours."

"And you are mine, aren't you H- pet?" Still running his hands up and down over Harry's legs ever so slowly. Rough with dark hair, strong from muscle. Maybe next time he'd shave his pet's legs, and then put in him silk stockings. Mmm, definitely.

"Yes, Master."

"Good. You liked your spanking, didn't you?"

Harry wriggled in remembrance. "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."

"You liked sucking me off?" Draco's voice was deep.

"Yes, Master. Always, Master."

"You like these, don't you, pet?" Two of Draco's fingers speared inside Harry's ass, his insides soft and quivering from the vibrations of the six balls inside of him.

"Hnf. Yes, Master. I like your fingers as well."

"Do we now?" Draco withdrew his fingers before pushing three back in.

Harry jerked and groaned low in his throat. "Yes, Master."

Draco pulled his fingers back out, four this time diving into Harry. "Fuck you're open," Draco gasped as his fingers slid in side by side easily. Harry was so fucking eager for it, him, anything to be inside of him. It was one of the reasons they were so well matched; Harry's voraciousness easily matched Draco's, not to mention level of kink. Draco could feel the balls tingling against his fingers as he penetrated Harry up to the knuckle. "Feel good, do they?"

"Yes, Master, so good."

"But no-one can hit the spot like I can, isn't that right Potter?" Draco turned his hand, palm facing downwards, exactly parallel to the floor and curved his fingers, rubbing the wall of Harry's ass. Harry gasped and bucked as Draco caressed his prostate, massaging it relentlessly. All four of his fingers moved as one like a living thing inside Harry's ass, warm and relentless like it was trying to burrow inside of him. Harry gasped and spasmed like a dying fish as Draco kept moving his fingers over and over and over, over that one special sweet spot.

"Guh- Master-Draco-Master," he cried. "OH, FUCK!" His orgasm was kept tantalisingly out of reach by that one stupid piece of plastic around the base of his cock. His balls were drawn up and tight, belly quivering with the urge to let go and fall into the abyss, Draco's control, that one, thin barrier the only thing stopping him from achieving completion.

"You want more?" Draco cooed.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck, yes! More, more, more," Harry chanted into the table top. He groaned as the fingers withdrew, Harry suddenly being forcibly turned onto his side. Harry raised his head, blindfold still on but looking curiously anyway. His left leg, the one closest to the ceiling, was raised and Harry whined as his legs were spread wide.

"Shh," muttered Draco, hugging Harry's thigh to him. He stepped in between Harry's legs and aimed his erection at Harry's ass. With one hand he fed himself easily into Harry's twitching, greedy hole. "Mm," he moaned. "You spread like butter around my cock. So fucking cock-hungry." He thrust once, hard, for good measure.

Then he concentrated on getting Harry into the position he wanted him. His right leg forward, his knee curving around Draco's legs. His left leg over Draco's left shoulder, spread wide for Draco to thrust between. He held himself still for a minute, feeling the vibrating ball nestle around his cock, the added girth pressing the toys deeper and more fervently against the sensitive inner walls of Harry's ass.

"Mm, it's good," murmured Draco, his own eyes sliding shut as he started up the mindless rhythm of mating. His cock churned Harry's insides, rubbing over the toys and forcing them to massage Harry as they moved around inside him.

The slap-slap-slap of flesh started up as Draco gave in to his instinct to just move, a faint whirr beneath their movement, breath panting through the room. The temporary apartment smelt like melted candle wax, sweat and spunk from their sex with hints of the plastic-y smell of lube.

"S'good," moaned Harry, pinned in place by Draco's hands as they dug into his thigh, hard enough to bruise.

"Yeah."

"Can I- Master- can I come? Please?"

"You've been good," Draco panted, trying to stay aware of enough to continue the thread of conversation. "You can come."

"But my hands," muttered Harry. They were still tied behind him.

Draco let go with one hand to reach down, undoing the snap that would cause Harry's erection to be freed. Harry came like a train, screaming and unstoppable. Draco came himself as he felt Harry come undone beneath him, strong muscles squeezing him hard, milking every drop from him.

Draco pulled out once he was done, hands slapping down on the table either side of Harry's body, still panting and sweating.

Harry whined, wriggling.

"What?"

"It's too much," Harry whimpered.

"What is?"

"They're still on!"

Draco chuckled when he realised the vibrating balls were still inside of Harry, continuing to torture over-sensitized flesh.

"Ask nicely."

"Please? Pretty please, Master, with me, bound and covered in whipped cream on top?"

"Okay," whispered Draco, fingering Harry open. He pulled Harry into a standing position and let gravity pull the marble-sized balls loose from his well-used open hole. Harry groaned and Draco watched as the balls ran over the floor, covered in lubrication and Draco's semen.

Harry groaned and almost fell to his knees but Draco held onto him.

"I've got you," Draco murmured.

"I know you do, Dre."

Draco smiled a little to himself before gently pulling the blindfold off. He ran a hand through Harry's hair, a soothing gesture. "Come on, Potter," he muttered. "Let's get you cleaned up. Then I'll give you a massage." Probably with a wizarding lotion to get rid of any cuts and numerous bruises. "We'll get you all set before you go back to-" Ginny, your wife, "to the real world. Come on."

Draco continued to run his hands through Harry's hair, massaging his scalp. In sub-space where Harry was, he practically purred and leant in to Draco's caresses; soft and welcoming as they walked towards the bedroom from the kitchen.

He didn't untie Harry's hands. And he wouldn't until he had to. Harry would stay his until the very second he left the door, and then couldn't be his anymore.

Draco picked up his wand, looking at the balls still quivering on the floor of the kitchen as he looked back at it and with a quick word, they too were dust. Dust. Nothingness. The way they'd leave everything they'd brought or touched when they left the room.

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Ended quite sadly, didn't it? Draco and Harry forever, all the time, ever.

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