I've been writing this allllll evening for you!

I haven't got a clue if it's gonna be what you expected but I do hope I haven't let you down =[

I did have cadbury's chocolate by my side for help though so that may have contributed to my techniques =P

Thank you to everyone for their support and help!!

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Chapter Twenty Three

Harry's POV

All day long Harry had the annoying, squirming feeling of butterflies in his stomach. He had agreed to Lucius' idea of this... Kinbaku, because he remembered the excited feeling he felt while looking up at Lucius in the basement after Lucius had cast the constrictus spell on him.

However, he was nervous because he hadn't done anything like this before, or seen anything like this before. So, that was why he was sitting in Lucius' room, scanning the many books the man had, trying to find something that would make it more clear to what he'd agreed to.

At last he found a particularly promising title: "The Art of Bondage". Why Lucius Malfoy had these books Harry didn't know, but he was glad that he would get a chance to flick through before Lucius finished making dinner.

Harry grabbed the book and sat on the squishy armchair next to the shelf. He ran his finger down the contents looking for the word Kinbaku.

"Aha," he muttered. Flicking to page fifty eight he saw just what it involved. Most of the pictures were of women decorated in delicate ribbons, but he saw one picture of a man. His legs were bound apart and his body seemed completely unable to move, for the arms were tied artistically behind his back and the same cord that was wrapped around his arms seemed to connect to his torso, holding him in place.

Harry read the caption next to it:

Kinbaku literally means 'The Beauty of Tight Bondage' and is designed to heighten the pleasures of sexual intercourse via the style of thin ropes or ribbon immobilising the bottom half of ones body to gain pleasure of being under the pressure and strain of ropes, occasionally squeezing the breasts or genitals.

Here Harry stopped reading. Already he found his face was very hot and flustered and, with a gasp, noticed he was partially aroused.

Suddenly the door swung open to reveal Lucius, and Harry found it extremely hard to look up into the man's face.

"What are you reading?" Lucius asked walking over.

"Nothing!" Harry said a little too quickly. He put the book behind his back and looked up at Lucius who was standing over him.

"Let me see," the man said trying to peer behind Harry's back which was pressed against the sofa.

Harry merely held the book tighter, petrified of what Lucius' reaction would be.

"Give me the book, Harry," Lucius said exasperatedly.

"It's just a... a book on Quidditch."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is!"

"Then let me see it."

Harry bit his lip and looked into the demanding, silver eyes above him. Slowly he revealed the book on bondage and placed it on his lap. Lucius' eyes flicked from the book to Harry before a smirk emerged on the thin lips.

"Doing a bit of research, were we?"

Harry turned his attention to his hands, a blush materializing on his cheeks. He then felt Lucius' hand cup his chin and his head was pulled up to face Lucius.

The man leaned in and murmured in his ear, "After dinner."

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Dinner was a strange affair. There was hardly any conversation but Lucius' stares were so obvious they seemed to be making a noise of their own.

Slightly nervous about finishing his dinner, (slightly meaning a lot) Harry tried to take his time. He was still eating when Lucius had finished which made it all the more uncomfortable because now Harry had the man's undivided attention.

"Surely you can fit that new potato in your mouth without cutting it?" Lucius asked impatiently.

Harry was cutting down his last tiny new potato into quarters to dawdle for time. The result making the new potato inedible as it was now just mush.

"I'm finished anyway," Harry said defeated, laying down his knife and fork.

He looked at Lucius who was looking most sly and felt extremely nervous, but at the same time excited.

"Then let's retire to the bedroom," Lucius said standing up. He walked over to Harry's seat and put out his hand waiting for Harry to take it.

Harry took it, noticing his hand was trembling. As they made their way up the stairs, Harry tried telling himself there was no need for him to be so nervous – he wanted this! He thought about the feelings he got when he and Lucius were intimate and that calmed him down. He walked with a more confident stride.

As soon as they reached the bedroom, Lucius claimed Harry's lips. Immediately Harry was lost to the heavenly feeling of Lucius' warm mouth. He felt Lucius pulling his vest top off and he hurriedly started to unbutton the man's shirt, never breaking the lip contact.

When they were both topless, they helped the other to remove their trousers and underwear.

Finally they were nude and Harry felt Lucius guide him to the bed where he was laid down. He closed his eyes as he felt Lucius drag his tongue down over his torso. Grasping the covers his body leaned upwards, craving more of Lucius' touch as the man planted kisses over his abdomen.

"Are you ready?" he heard the man mutter.

"Always," Harry breathed.

Abruptly the tender touches stopped and Harry felt himself being flipped onto his front and his hands being held behind his back in Lucius firm grip.

"Sit up," said the demanding voice.

Harry did as he was told, keeping his hands in the same position all the while. Suddenly Harry felt a cord wrapping itself around his arms, then looping under his armpits and spiralling around his torso.

Somewhere, buried deep in his mind, Harry was scared about the immobilisation of his arms, but at the front of his mind was need and exhilaration.

"You can have those two limbs back if you earn them," Lucius murmured in Harry's ear from behind.

Harry smirked. "Thank you."

"Lay down on your back," he ordered.

Harry twisted himself so he was facing Lucius then lowered himself to the mattress as gracefully as he could, which was not easy without the use of his arms.

As soon as he was on his back, Lucius had grabbed his legs and was pushing them up so Harry was in a kneeling position on his back. There, Harry saw Lucius conjure up some more of the cord which began to wrap around his thighs to his legs to his feet. The string then rose up to the canopy of the bed and looped around the wooden pole.

Now Harry was completely without the use of his body and felt extremely exposed. He was glad, however, that Lucius had decided not to wrap the string around his balls as mentioned in the book.

He thought back to his first time with Lucius and could not ever have imagined that he would have sex with the man again, let alone try different methods. Yet here he was, completely under the man's control.

However, whilst in the middle of his thoughts he felt a hand caressing his cock. He groaned and tried to arch into Lucius' hand but found himself unable to.

The man chuckled deeply. "Only when I allow release will you get it," he said softly.

As the hand continued its assault on his cock, all Harry could do was squirm under the tight bonds.

He felt Lucius slide something metallic and cold over his rock hard cock and realised with a lurch that it must be a cock ring.

"Luc–"

"Shh," cooed Lucius placing his fingers over Harry's trembling lips.

As much as Harry was concerned about his release, he couldn't help but notice how much pleasure he was getting from this strange, sensual pain. The ache in his limbs seemed to add to the pleasure of the situation.

Harry looked up to see Lucius applying some lubricant to his generous member and all Harry wished for was for Lucius to take him now. Somehow that linked to his release and he craved the moment when he would come.

Lucius' POV

Lucius looked down upon Harry's shaking form and smirked. He looked so beautiful with his flushed face and quivering torso which was under the strain of the ropes.

Lucius leant over Harry, his fingers finding the boy's hard nipples and tweaking them harder than he had done before. He heard Harry grunt and groan, clearly mixed up whether he should be liking the pain.

As he leant over the boy, he pushed two lubricated fingers into Harry's tight arse and stretched them, wanting to get the preparation over as soon as possible; Harry's grunts were causing his yearning of taking Harry to become desperate.

After a few more stretches he took his fingers out and positioned himself at Harry's entrance and in one smooth push, he thrust into Harry, bringing a grunt and whimper of pleasure and pain to the boy's lips. He noticed how hard Harry was trying to move in time with him but he could see the strain of the ropes on the boy's body which were preventing the movements.

As Lucius pushed ever more into Harry, he heard the most beautiful moan issue from Harry's mouth which indicated that he'd reached the prostate nerve. That noise, along with his own feeling of heaven again, motivated his movements in and out of the boy.

He'd never heard Harry express his pleasure so much before but he figured that was because the other times Harry had been able to orgasm freely, now he was restricted.

After the first incredible round where he was stimulated by Harry's voice alone, he went for another where Harry began begging for release.

When he finished up he looked down at Harry who had tears down his face but looked completely blissful, if anything slightly uncomfortable.

"Luc..."

"What do you want?" Lucius rasped.

"I need... need..." croaked the boy between breaths.

Lucius noted how weak the boy was from all of the pleasure and tenderness and kissed the hot, moist lips before he removed the cock ring from Harry's hard member.

Lucius tended to Harry's weeping cock and in seconds the boy came with a high pitched cry.

Lucius sat up and gazed at Harry's trembling body which was a great deal less tense than before.

After casting a cleansing charm, he lay down beside Harry and turned the boy's head towards his own and began pressing light kisses onto the lips that were gulping down air.

"How did you find that?" Lucius asked, his voice hoarse.

"It...it w-was...incr-incredible," the boy stuttered.

Lucius laughed and began untying the cords with his wand. He did Harry's legs first as they were the limbs that seemed to be struggling under the strain most. He then worked his way up Harry's glistening body.

Finally, Harry was free, and when he'd got the feeling back in his arms Lucius found him clutching onto his waist.

"Th-thank you," he heard the boy say.

"What for?" Lucius asked, stroking the soft, silken, black hair.

"For looking after me," he said quietly before nodding off.

Lucius was left dumbstruck. He thought the boy was going to say thanks for letting him have release or for thinking up other ways for them to participate sexually, not for feeding him and caring for him...

Lucius found that his eyes were drooping and he let sleep take over, holding onto Harry tighter than before.

I tried to get the methods as accurate as possible...

=P

Ty!

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