Ron gathered his things for Defense Against the Dark Arts class just after last period, he was preparing for his tutoring with Professor Rayhow.
"The only class I'm passing and he says I need help!" Ron sighed and spotted Hermione sitting in the common room, reading another book.
Big surprise…
"That one looks like a billion pages long," he mumbled with awe.
"Just a thousand or so. Ron, I really don't think you should be going to this Professor's class all alone."
"It's not that big of a deal, Hermione. You shouldn't worry so much. Besides, there will be others there with us." He responded as he left the room in a slight huff.
When Ron arrived at the dungeon room (it was farther away from all the other classrooms for safety reasons) he knocked on the door impatiently. Normal people in Ron's position would have felt dread build in their stomachs; then again Ron wasn't other people.
"Who is it?" a deep voice boomed from the other side of the door.
"Ron Weasley, I'm here for…"
"Oh, Ron!" the Professor exclaimed loudly, "Please come in."
Ron walked into the dark room tentively.
"Umm, where are the others?" Ron felt a little tremor of fear run through him but it was forgotten almost immediately.
"There aren't going to be others, Ron. They had more important things to do." The young man of twenty-five said, waving his hand carelessly, "I'm glad at least one student decided to show up."
"I have a feeling I'm the only one you wanted to come." Ron muttered under his breath as he dropped his bag on a nearby desk.
"I heard that." Professor Rayhow said playfully as he walked over to his desk and pulled out his wand. "Get out your wand; I'm going to teach you a defensive spell. It's very powerful and kind of new so we need to be careful."
"Right," said Ron as he pulled out his wand and waited for his Professor to begin.
"Do you remember how to swish and flick from your first year?"
Ron groaned, "I do but I never get it quite right."
Professor Rayhow chuckled, "Well you do the swish and flick while saying 'laihose, madream', understand?"
"Not really," Ron attempted the swish and flick, finding that he completed the moves with much more finesse than he would normally have.
"Very good, Ron. Now, say the words 'laihouse, madream' if you can do it properly."
Ron gave the Professor an indignant look as he mumbled the words to himself. The Professor slinked to the door, locked it, and made it sound proof with a simple spell he uttered beneath his breath.
"I think I can do it, but what does this spell do?"
"It is supposed to bind someone or something in shackles (or whatever you like; shackles are just the easiest thing to start off with).
"Just imagine old fashioned handcuffs, spread far enough apart that, if someone were to be bound by them they would be spread-eagled and BAM! It should work."
Ron nodded his red head and began to imagine a pure white figure that was neither male nor female, bound by shiny shackles, and hanging in the air before him. He said the words in a powerful voice as he swished and flicked his wand perfectly and he felt a surge of power leave him.
A white light, shaped like lightening bolt though not moving nearly as quickly, shot out of the tip of his wand, twisting and squirming like a living thing. It did not go very far from the wand and Ron dropped his wand onto the ground in shook.
The line stopped moving suddenly when Professor Rayhow whipped his black wand out and pointed it at the thing.
"This is how you control the spell after it has turned into a physical form."
It began to writhe once more frantically, split into four smaller chunks, and turned into four uneven and jagged rings the size of Ron's fist.
"Professor…" Ron began, staring at the rings as they circled around one another.
They shot toward him and the rings clapped onto his wrists and his ankles. Ron cried out in fright as they pulled his arms and legs apart and made him float a foot or so in the air. Professor Rayhow smirked as the lights transformed into the same shackles Ron had been thinking about. But the spell wasn't done yet, due to receiving another command from Rayhow. Ron pulled his right arm with all his might and was rewarded with the shackles tightening around his wrists and ankles. The boy looked at the Professor with wide and confused eyes as more white bands shot from the shackles. The lights traveled down his arms and up his legs, wherever they went, Ron's clothes disappeared behind them.
"What the hell?" Ron cried out as his shirt was completely disintegrated.
"This is not hell, it's something close though." The Professor smiled a cruel, sadistic smile.
Ron felt his pulse spike in fear as he tugged with all his might at all of the shackles at once, "Professor?" Ron found himself whimpering in defeat as he was spread-eagled in front of his teacher in his green boxers with Santa Claus and reindeer dancing around at random places.
Rayhow chuckled at the choice in boxers as he walked up to the wriggling figure before him. "I have wanted to play with you for a while, Ron. I just haven't found the time, until now."
Ron whimpered once more but ceased his useless struggles.
"I should probably just start now, no?" the man walked up to the trembling teen like a predator taking its time stalking its prey, Rayhow knew Ron wasn't going anywhere so why should he worry? He had the whole night and first period to play with this little piece of heaven.
Placing his lips against Ron's made the twenty-five year old moan quietly; he had been waiting too long to do this. Ron squirmed in an attempt to get away from this pedophile, but his efforts were in vain. He should have known that there would be no escape the moment the shackles had clamped around his wrists and ankles but it was only just now sinking in. Rayhow let his hands run over the creamy skin that belonged to Ron with a relish no one else would have had for him but he was careful to not touch his most intimate part; Rayhow wanted Ron up and proud without him having to touch the teen there.
Ron's body was reacting to the man's touches in the most peculiar ways (Ron was inexperienced so he had no idea that his hips bucking up to Rayhow's touch, trying desperately to get the teacher to touch his growing erection was completely normal for gay sex when one was being teased) he gasped as Rayhow pinched his left nipple harshly.
Rayhow chuckled at the boy's confusion but made no attempt to touch his penis which was still enclosed by those silly green boxers. "I thought you told Blaine that you weren't gay."
Ron couldn't stop the tremble that rocked through his body as Rayhow's long fingers danced over one of his nipples again. The cold digit made his nipple become even harder, though he had not thought it possible.
"I'm…" he gasped as those hands slid his boxers down his legs, bringing the torturers head level with his penis. "Hey, stop it!"
"Why?" he caressed Ron gently which caused the boy to buck into Rayhow's hand (Ron had always been very sensitive down there every since Hermione had cast a feeling spell on it…long story) "Your body is certainly telling me to continue."
Ron tried to say something but couldn't when he felt something wet slide along the slit on the tip of his penis (actually in it, which Ron thought should have tasted disgusting). "St-stop!" he wasn't crying, not yet anyway.
Rayhow stood and chuckled at Ron before walking over to his desk, careful to hide whether he had a bulge in his pants or not. He reached into his desk while listening to the labored breathing coming from Ron as he fought to get his body under some kind of control.
"What are you getting?" he was annoyed at the stutter in his voice but his words were still intelligible and that was something.
Rayhow chuckled as he pulled out a stack of paper; just ordinary pieces of paper.
"I know a useful little spell that allows me to copy whatever I see exactly as is on paper." He held up the top sheet of paper and Ron had to suppress a shudder: it was himself, sitting in one of the desks near the back of the room with a piece of Harry's hair to his right and a tuft from Hermione on his left. He had his head propped on his upturned hand; a bored look on his face after having completed the assignment, and a glazed look had come over him. He must have fallen asleep with his eyes open and not even realized it.
Ron was somehow becoming even more nervous as Professor Rayhow walked out from behind his desk, no longer concealing his considerable bulge that made Ron's stomach tighten with…fear? "You looked scared, pet." His voice was calm, controlled.
"Shut up and let me go," simple enough instructions, right? "I could have you fired."
A cold hand tightened around Ron's slender neck before he could even blink, "You won't tell anyone." He leaned his cold cheek against Ron's burning freckles, "I'll have to make you suffer if you do." Ron gulped as the man continued, "I won't kill you either. That would be too much of a waste, but I would definitely kill that smart one in your group. Hermione, wasn't it?"
"Don't you dare touch her, you bastard!" he snapped as he glared death at the teacher who raised a delicate eyebrow, but continued as if Ron hadn't spoken at all.
"Yes, I'll kill her right in front of you, along with Harry. Slow and painful, of course. I'll rape Hermione a couple of times (even though I prefer men) before quickly ending her misery with a simple spell that will kill her instantly. Harry won't be so lucky though, since I do so enjoy when someone with as much pride as that boy has screams to be put out of his misery.
"I shall start with putting him in the exact spell you are in now, and then I shall take a knife of mine and slowly cut off his ball sack, for shits and giggles. Next I shall cut his penis in half length wise so it bleeds and hurts more. Then the random cutting of anywhere that looks vulnerable, twisting the knife so the wounds won't close up as quickly, until he bleeds to death."
Ron was completely silent, his erection gone in the blink of an eye. That would not please Rayhow, "You see? If you anyone I would have to go through so much trouble to keep you under control now wouldn't I?"
"You could just take me away from here. I know you wouldn't be able to do that in this school." Surprisingly enough, Ron's voice was strangely level.
"Well, this way you get to keep seeing your friends and become a legal wizard before I take you away to my home until I am done with you." Ron shuddered at the thought of having to live with this bastard. "I don't mind waiting when I can just play with you in the mornings."
"I mind! Who said I wanted to live with you and have you molest me all the damn time?"
"Your body doesn't seem to have a problem with that," Ron hadn't even noticed he was hard again as the Professor picked up his wand and muttered an incantation that Ron could not hear.
Color splashed onto the piece of paper that was lying innocently on the large desk. The colors then seemed to obtain a life of their own and they began to go wherever they were needed, right before Ron's eyes he saw himself being portrayed perfectly on the once white piece of paper.
"Perfect," the Professor mumbled as he picked up the paper completely covered with Ron, "There will be others like this," he smiled coolly at Ron as he placed the paper back onto the table. With a final glance at the picture he turned to Ron and sighed audibly. "It doesn't compare to the real thing by far though."
Said real thing was in the mood to pee his pants, fortunately for himself and the pedophile, Ron's pants had been removed from his body.
"Really, this is a mistake." He was running out of ideas as the Professor placed his wand onto his desk. Rayhow chuckled as he leaned down to grab Ron's wand and he placed it beside his own. "Please, Professor, just let me go and I won't tell anyone…"
Rayhow walked up to him and pressed a finger to Ron's lips to silence him, "The next time I hear you beg I want it to be for me to fuck you so hard you can't sit down for three days."
And Ron felt the man touching him in places only he himself had ever touched before (he didn't count Harry). He rolled his hips backward in an attempt to keep the man's fingers away from him to no avail.
"Now, Ron," Rayhow scolded as he pressed his lips to Ron's briefly, "Be a good pet and enjoy this." He gripped Ron more tightly, hoping to get more sound out of the teen.
A loud moan escaped from between his pursed lips as his body disobeyed his commands and thrust into Rayhow's hand. In his excitement, Ron didn't notice Rayhow pull off his pants with his other hand (removing his shirt with a spell said lowly under his breath so he did not ruin this delightful sight before him).
Rayhow was forced to stop his ministrations upon hearing something he was not expecting. Someone was out in the hallway.
Ron's glazed and lust filled eyes questioned Rayhow, "Why did you stop?"
You may not realize just how powerful that spell was that Hermione had placed on Ron; let's just say it was so strong that his clothes gently rubbing against his skin was enough to get him horny and only thinking about doing things with someone could make him cum if he thought about it long enough.
Rayhow would have chuckled; he would have been delighted in the fact that his newest prey was indeed enjoying his game had a knock at the door not interrupted him. With a scowl of pure anger he walked over to his desk, picked up his wand, materialized an illusion of clothes, made Ron disappear (it would not have worked on the Headmaster but it would on everyone else) and answered the door with a look of tiredness on his handsome face.
"Ah, Hermione! This is a surprise." His voice was dry and it lacked sincerity, Rayhow had been expecting one of the other Professors.
"Hell, Professor Rayhow," her tone was full of suspicion, "Do you know where I can find Ron?"
This girl could be trouble. It's obvious she knows about me but can't prove it. So many years of obtaining new pets had given him the ability to see through pretty much anyone. "Why no, I had thought he had canceled our tutoring."
"So you haven't seen him?" her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"I'm afraid not," he put on a show of concern, "Perhaps you and I could go out and look for him…"
"No," she immediately rejected the thought of being alone with the Professor, "No, I'll just get Dumbledore to help me if I don't find him in like two minutes."
Rayhow suddenly stiffened despite his best attempt to not to. If she got the Headmaster to look for Ron he would get into so much trouble when he was found. "I see, there seems to be no beating around the bush required for you, Ms. Granger. You already have everything figured out, don't you?"
"What's there to figure out, Professor, I merely want my friend back and for him to be left alone." She looked at him calmly, like she knew she had beaten him. Oh yes, she knew.
"If I find him I will return him to you then." They said their goodbyes and Rayhow quickly returned to the room.
Removing the invisibility spell from Ron, he spoke briskly, "When I let you down from there certain things are going to happen in the way I want them to happen or else your friend will mysteriously die, okay?" Ron nodded numbly, "You will find your way back to your common room, do whatever it is that you need to do and go to bed. I don't really care just so long as you just go to sleep. You also cannot tell anyone anything about what happened here. Understand me?"
"Yes," his body ached from the strain of leaving his limbs up in the air for so long. Only an hour before he had to wake up and go to Professor Snape's class…swell.
Rayhow walked up to the boy who stiffened in response. Rayhow kissed Ron gently. He had never been so kind to a pet; had never let them get away from him once he had gotten so close but he had a feeling he was really going to enjoy Ron and he didn't want to rush. As he kissed Ron he tapped the shackle on his right wrist with his wand and all of the steel objects fell off with a clatter and disappeared before they hit the ground. Rayhow caught Ron in his arms, the boy's erection pressing against his leg despite his exhausted state. He wanted to do so many things to the boy now limp in his arms but refrained. He would have time to do those things later. Right now he had to get this boy up and moving so they could prepare for a normal day at Hogwarts.
Christmas had always been something Harry dreaded: his friends, Hermione and Ron, went home while he staid there and suffered from boredom all alone. But this year there was a new and very unique little thorn in his side: he would actually miss Draco Malfoy and a lot.
Harry played with the thought of how his friends would react had they known he would miss the white haired teen. Probably not very well, he concluded as he stretched lazily in his bed.
It was only a few days until Christmas and he wondered eagerly if he would receive another sweater from Ron's mom. God he hoped so, it got pretty cold in the castle at night and his other sweater had been destroyed by the Weeping Willow in the court yard last week. The poor sweater hadn't stood a chance.
Harry contemplated the wisdom of getting out of bed at nine in the morning and decided it wasn't very wise at all. In fact, he didn't think he would get out of the bed the entire day except to use the restroom. Yup, he would sit there the entire day and think about his would-be lover. He refused to call Draco his lover until he got to fuck him properly.
Hermione Granger was also contemplating something but it wasn't whether she should get out of bed or not. No her contemplation was much more important: What color socks should I wear? If you think I'm joking you would be sadly mistaken.
Hermione had always fussed over the little details when she was home with her mugle parents. And her socks were very, very important.
Ron was contemplating how to kill Professor Rayhow in the slowest, most painful way possible. When he had gotten off the train to find the dark haired Professor talking idly with his mum many emotions had rushed through him all at the same time: mostly there was anger.
"What are you doing here?" his voice dripped with venom.
"Ron," his mother scolded him as she lightly slapped him on the back of his head, "Honestly, what do you do to keep him under control?"
Rayhow glanced knowingly at Ron without his mum noticing, "I must say, he never really gives me too much trouble, even though he sometimes sleeps in my class."
Ron's mother gave him a death look, "At least I'm passing!" he exclaimed, "Anyway why is he here? Don't you have a freakin' home?" the last sentence was directed to the man in question.
Another slap upside the head was his physical reward for such 'foul mouthed behavior'. "He does have a home…"
"If I may interrupt?" Ron's mum blushed lightly at prince charming. "My home is being occupied by my entire family for Christmas. Since I am the owner of the house I have to go somewhere else until Christmas if over and then I have to clean up their mess. It's pretty unfair and a little ditty but it's family tradition—I did draw the short straw after all." He smiled at them both fondly.
"He is here," Ron's mother finished, "Because I offered him a room…though, Ron you have to share with him…" whatever else she said was drowned out by the rushing of blood to his ears.
Had he heard her right? Would he really have to share a room with this pedophile the entire Christmas break?! "Mum, please…"
"Shh, Ron. There will be absolutely no argument out of you, you hear me?" the woman was not about to quarrel with her son in front of such a charming young gentleman. "I know it will be weird to be sharing a room with your teacher but there's no helping it. He can't stay with Giny and Fred and George already share a room…" she trailed off in a stream of inaudible grunts as she hustled off.
It was going to be a long Christmas break for Ron.
When Draco Malfoy stepped off of the train to see his father standing before him like an imposing shadow, the teen remembered the note so suddenly his head began to swim:
…be given a severe punishment when you get home…
He had completely forgotten all about that letter and now he was terrified.
Determined not to let his fear show, Draco decided to play it cool, "Hello, Father."
His father motioned with a single finger for Draco to come closer, "I have decided what your punishment is to be." Draco could not suppress the shudder that rippled its way down his back.
What spell was his father going to use on him this time? He hoped it wouldn't be anything too serious or he might just die on accident.
Draco couldn't remember how they got to the hotel they were in now, when they had gotten there, or even why they had gone there in the first place. Why couldn't he remember anything? He vaguely recalled his father's cane connecting with his head gently and causing everything after that to turn fuzzy. His father had obviously done something to him but he was becoming aware once more.
Suddenly Draco felt himself being shoved onto the bed by his father's gloved hand. Fear hit him hard as he cried out, asking his father what he was doing.
"Did you not think I would catch word of you and him?" he gripped Draco's chin in a crushing vice. It wasn't anything like Harry's; Harry had been firm but careful not to hurt him, his father couldn't care less.
"Father Please!" he exclaimed as he tried to pull away when he felt another arm wrap around his waist and bring his slight body close to the hulk that belonged to his father. "I didn't mean to do anything!"
His father grimaced in anger, "Do you think me a fool, Draco? Do you think yourself a fool? He will draw you in! He will pretend to care, pretend he means best then will turn around and stab you in the back or cause you to betray not only me but all those who wear the mark." That cold tone alone made Draco's spine freeze him in place. Looking deeply within his son's weeping eyes he concluded that there would be no way around what he had planned to do to his son, "I see there will only be one way to remove this poison Potter has put within you.
"Remove your clothing."
Harry tried his very best to pay attention to his book but found the task not only impossible but a waist of time. Draco, Draco, Draco. No matter what he did it had something in it that reminded him of Draco, even the absence of something associated with Draco made him think of the white haired teen.
Ron stifled a moan with his hands as Rayhow's mouth completely encased his weeping cock. The moment his mother and father had gone to bed the Professor had crept over to Ron's bed and had quickly stripped Ron of his clothes. For fear of awakening his parents to see something like this he had not protested to the adult and was now trying desperately to keep silent as his oversensitive penis was sucked by the most skilled mouth he had ever had.
The red head squirmed, his skin too hot, his erection throbbing with pleasure and blood. Rayhow sucked harder, licking the bottom of his shaft and humming low in his throat to send vibrations through the teen's cock. He heard the teen muffle a moan and he watched as Ron arched his body up, his muscles tensed completely as they strained with the building pleasure. Rayhow swallowed around Ron's cock as one of his hands massaged his balls, the other holding his hips down.
"Agh," Ron threw his head back in ecstasy and he managed to lift his hips a little into the air as he swelled within Rayhow's mouth and he came down the adult's throat.
Draco was now sitting on the bed, his father beside him, grasping his limp member roughly as he told Draco just how bad of an idea it was to let his relationship continue with Potter. Draco barely listened as his father pumped him harshly and tears streamed freely from his eyes because he liked it.
"Father, please stop." He knew it was pointless to beg but he could not stop himself as his father suddenly forced him to face away from him and pushed him flat onto his stomach, making his ass an open target.
God knew how much Draco wanted to be anyone else at that moment when his father shoved a cold finger inside Draco's ass. He felt his muscles tighten around the digit that was longer and thinner than Harry's. He tried to swallow but he cried out instead when his father found his prostate much more quickly than Harry had. Draco buried his face into the sheets, biting them to keep from making more loud noises as he tried to keep himself from impaling his ass on that finger. Lucious inserted another finger and then a third without pause, the leather of his father's glove warming inside of Draco's body as it thrust in and out of him.
The white haired teen gripped the sheets in front of him, his chest pressing into the soft bed and he couldn't stop himself from rocking back to meet his father's fingers, his ass swallowing them deeper inside of his body rather than fighting them like he should have been.
Lucious pulled his fingers out and positioned himself before Draco's entrance, holding the base of his shaft with one hand while the other spread Draco's ass cheeks with his thumb. And then Draco's father shoved himself deeply inside of his own son.
Harry sighed loudly as he flopped to his other side. Nothing he did provided his mind with the barest hint of interest yet he was determined to stay in that bed for the whole day, damnit!
Ron bit the shit out of his hand as their erections rubbed together in a tantalizing way. Rayhow saw the pleading look in Ron's eyes as he continued the too slow movement of his hips (he had Ron's firmly in his grasp so the teen couldn't speed up the friction they were creating). "I refuse to enter you, pet, until you beg for it."
Rayhow moved his dick so that he was pressing it to Ron's entrance, moving his hips slowly his pre-cum spread along the area and his cock slid up and down Ron's ass, teasing his entrance even though he had never had a man inside of him before.
Ron moaned around his hand and he knew that he couldn't release it long enough to beg for anything. He would make way too much noise and would awaken the entire house. Why did Rayhow have to be so damn good at teasing Ron?
"Come on, pet. You know you want me to…" he trailed off with a sexy smirk on his face as he waited for Ron to get enough courage and self control long enough to beg. He decided telling him one more thing would make the inevitable come more quickly, god knew he needed it. "Just say please and I'll do it."
Ron breathed deeply, concentrated his mind on that word and began to release his hand from his mouth.
Draco, eyes wide with pain and fear, arched his body away from the muscle that was slamming into his backside. He clawed at the sheets, tensed his body in pain and he cried out loudly. His father placed a hand in Draco's tousled hair and yanked his head back, pulling his son's entire body up to be flush with his. Lucious left his right hand in Draco's hair as his left hand wrapped around Draco's waist so he could hold him there.
"I expect to no longer hear anything about you and Potter doing anything other than fighting." He hissed as he punctuated each word with a rough thrust.
Draco cried out for him to stop, his head thrown back on the man's shoulder as though that would help him get away from the fully clothed figure of his father. Both of his father's hand now clasped his waist as the man pumped more quickly into the seemingly tiny figure of the pale teen pressing against him.
Hermione didn't feel quite right as she looked at the green stockings upon her legs, she knew something was wrong but wasn't sure what the hell it was. It's just these socks, she reasoned easily enough. They always give me a bad feeling.
Hermione ripped the socks off of her legs and pulled on a lacy white pair. The feeling was still there but she promptly ignored it, choosing to go down the stairs to meet with her parents and her boyfriend instead of staying inside her room the entire time.
Hermione slowly walked down the stairs, her heart racing as she wondered what her parents would think of her boyfriend and hoping desperately that they would approve…
Ron was able to pry his bleeding hand away from his mouth and say please before he could yell out loudly as Rayhow's hand brought him to climax. Rayhow had been slightly impressed when, even after he came over his sweating body he was still hard and proud, even though Ron was gasping for breath. He no longer had the strength to continue to bite his hand.
Rayhow picked up Ron's legs and placed them upon his shoulders. The exhausted teen looked at him with bleary and clouded eyes while he panted something incoherent out. He didn't understand what was going on—from what the Professor could interpret—which would have made Rayhow chuckled had he not been this determined to get at least one scream out of him. He had to, there would be no way he would be truly fulfilled if Ron didn't scream for him. So when Rayhow pressed his penis to the entrance of Ron's slick asshole, Ron became aware enough to know something was about to happen. Rayhow would later wonder why he had not first prepared the boy by stretching him out and why he had not used a lubricant other than the sweat already upon his slim body. But those were thoughts of later as he pushed himself almost fully into the smaller male's body.
Pain unexpectedly danced up Ron's back, he arched his body forward into Rayhow's chest, his eyes bulged as he screamed loudly, his ass tearing from the unexpected object stuffed deeply within him.
Rayhow quickly clamped his hand over Ron's bruised lips, "Shh, Pet." He looked at the door and listened for several seconds, almost expecting someone to investigate the scream. "Let your body adjust," he said as he returned his attention to the teen below him.
Ron nodded his head slowly, trying not to cry. Rayhow had been surprisingly big and Ron small, the combination was painful for both of them but, when Ron's body shifted and made room for the Professor Rayhow found it almost impossible to keep himself from fucking the cum right out of Ron then and there. He was going to, make no mistake about that but he still had to wait for his Pet's body to complete compensate for his size.
So when Ron's extremely tight, hot walls relaxed around his penis Rayhow set a slow and agonizing pace as he looked for the boys prostate deep within his body. Rayhow knew that Ron would not want a repeat of 'up the ass sex' if he did not make it great.
Draco, however, was begging his father to stop when a sudden shock of pleasure raked its' claws up his slender back. His father had found his prostate easily and the moment he had pounded his cock into the bundle of nerves, out of pure reflex, Draco had immediately cum. That had been the second time he had cum during that evening and he didn't want to continue this activity any longer. Truthfully he hadn't wanted it from the start but now he needed his father to stop raping him.
With no sign of quitting anytime soon, Lucious tried to make sure that this was the most pleasurable sex his son would ever have, so it would discourage anymore sex from Harry Potter because he would never be as good as Lucious.
He listened with delight as his own son squirmed beneath him, begging quietly for him to stop and calling out loudly as Lucious hit his prostate repeatedly. He would finish soon and then he would take the boy home with explicit instructions for Crabbe and Goyle not to leave his side, no matter what when he returned to school. But first he had to make absolutely sure that he point was buried deeply within Draco's phsycy.
"I will not longer hear about you and Potter, will I, son?"
"No," he whimpered quietly. Lucious dug his nails into the skin on Draco's back until he bled and he tore it down, making red fire trail Draco's spine. "No never!"
Lucious pulled out of his son and came over his backside as if he were marking his territory. This is mine, Potter, it said, and you may no longer have it.
Lucious took his son home after dressing him, giving him mocking kisses and caresses to watch him squirm with disgust. Draco remained in his room the entire vacation, barely eating enough to live, crying until his eyes ran dry: he gave in, knowing his father had won. He bathed until his skin turned an angry red, scrapping off more layers than he could afford at even the hint of his father's mocking 'love-making'.
No, Draco would stay far away from Harry Potter.