Chapter 2

DPOV

Suddenly, we are standing in the foyer of a building I don't recognize. I suspect this to be HIS home we just apparated into, but I ask where we are anyway.

"This is my home, Draco." HE confirms waving HIS wand at me. "Your clothes will not be necessary since you won't be leaving this building anytime soon."

My clothing melts off of my body but I don't try to cover myself- even when my boxers dissolve. HE has saved my life many times over. I've only saved HIM once. I wonder if HE knows I'm not into girls. I wonder if HE thinks HE'LL have to force me. I wonder if I'll mind it if HE forces me…

When I saw HIM come out of nowhere to block The Dark Lord's spell from killing the Weasley woman, I knew I wanted HIM more then ever. I also knew that if HE won the battle, I'd be unworthy of HIM. Even if I didn't go to Azkaban, I'd never be able to get close to HIM after the things I'd done and seen and been subjected to. But HE seems to want me and they've given me to HIM. If I get to be with HIM, I will submit to HIS every wish.

HE'S looking at me.

I swallow hard in caution as I address HIM. "Uh, I know we know each other but, now that our roles have changed from co-existing students in a school to what they are now, what shall I call you?"

"Either Harry or Sir will do. If that's the only question, I'll get on to my expectations of you." HE says.

I nod silently.

"You were given to me as my slave, Draco. I never thought I'd want or need a slave, but there it is. Kreacher is my house servant; he's an elf and will be seeing to the cooking and cleaning. Your duties are going to be quite different." HE continues. "I don't know if you noticed the way Ginny Weasley and I have drifted apart while I was off fighting Voldemort but we have. My interest in her ended at her brother, Bill's wedding to Fleur Delacour. When Ron and Hermione came to find me so we could Apparate to safety, I'd seen her rush to another man's side; you remember Dean Thomas, don't you? We'd broken up, but only for a few weeks and I'd told her I still wanted her- still cared for her, but she barely looked to see if I was alright. Anyway, I'm not with her any longer and I've always had this little feeling of desire for someone else anyway, so…"

I try to figure out where HIS rant was going but it makes no sense to me. "I'm sorry, Harry. I don't quite understand what you'll want …except you said that my clothes were not needed so I'll have to assume-"

HIS gaze fastens onto mine and bluntly states, "You're going to be my sex-slave, Draco."

I stare at HIM. Could this be true or is HE joking with me? This is supposed to be a punishment…isn't it?

"I'm sure you've noticed how I've looked at you in the past. I've admired your body for years and, when Shacklebolt threatened you with Azkaban or The Kiss, I couldn't let them do it." Some intense emotion seems to pass through HIS eyes. "As you witnessed, I defended you and asked the wizengamut to allow me to decide your punishment."

I try to keep still as HIS hands begin to wander over my body possessively.

HE whispers, "I jumped at the chance to have you at my mercy…"

I gasp but remain silent as HIS words sink in and HIS hand cups my cock and balls.

HIS breath skims the shell of my ear as HE continues. "It would be such a waste of beauty and passion if you endured The Kiss."

I whimper at HIS words. It scares the hell out of me that I'd been so close to sharing my father's fate.

"Mine…you're finally mine." HE says as HIS fingers plunge into my hair and HIS mouth descends on mine. As soon as the kiss ends, HIS voice lowers and I know I'm hearing the first command my Master will give. "I want you, Draco…on your knees; mouth open."

I kneel. "Just so you know, Harry, I may not have noticed if you ogled me before now, but I'm not opposed to this."

HE says, "Good."

My mouth is open and HIS cock invades the cavity quickly. HIS hands slide back into my hair and HE uses it to control my head. I moan around HIM whimpering as I taste HIS pre-cum.

Too soon, HE pulls out and pants as HE regains HIS composure. "You'll be such a slut for me; won't you, Draco? You'll enjoy having to pleasure me."

I nod, almost as breathless as he is.

"Well, then, we'll have to find something you don't like and do it once daily to satisfy the Ministry that you're being punished because they will check." HE informs me. "Once per month, someone from the Ministry will visit and ask us both questions, so do you have any ideas?"

I can't believe I'm doing this but I tell HIM with a slight whimper how my father used his cane on my ass when I was little and I'd hated it.

HIS expression has such compassion in it for a moment. "I'm sorry I have to remind you of him, Draco, but that's perfect for a punishment. Bend over the back of that couch, slave." HE says pointing.

I flinch at the words but once in position, I can't help but watch as HE transfigures an old curtain rod into a proper cane.

"I want to hear you, slave." HE demands as HE swings it at my ass.

Each hit of the cane makes me yell and shout and cry. HE stops at ten but only to tease me. HIS hand cups my balls and HE asks if I'd like HIM to swing the cane at them. Real fear causes me to whimper and beg HIM not to.

HE smiles, "One day, Draco, you'll beg it of me."

The conviction in HIS eyes makes me believe it.

HE uses the cane ten more times on my ass before pulling me to my feet. HE then walks around me and looks me over. "You'll do quite nicely, slave. Follow me to my room; on your knees."

I crawl after HIM as HE leads me up some stairs and into a large room with a king-size bed.

"This is my room, Draco. By the time I come back from work tomorrow I want you to know it like the back of your hand." I nod and glance around quickly but HE grips my chin. "You have tomorrow for that, slut. Get on my bed and lay on your back."

I crawl over to it and, once I'm laid out flat on my back, HE places my hands on the headboard and magically binds them there with rope. "You will not cum until I've allowed it. Do you understand?"

I've never tried to control that before but I nod to acknowledge HIS demand.

After magically binding my feet as well, HE touches my body and pokes at different sexual trigger spots. My nipples get pinched hard. My cock head gets squeezed and licked and my hole gets probed by HIS fingers without lubrication. I writhe under HIS attentions and whimper with want. HE says nothing as HE straddles my head, facing the foot of the bed, and places HIS cock back in my mouth. I start to suck and moan as HE lies down above me and begins to tease and torment my cock. The feeling of HIS teeth scraping my sensitive flesh is so arousing. When HIS lips cover my hard prick in kisses, I feel tears form in my eyes. HE suddenly bites into the flesh of my thigh and I can't help myself. I cum hard in streams over HIS chest even as HIS cum fills my mouth.

After I've swallowed, HE removes HIMSELF from my mouth and turns to face me. "I didn't give you permission to cum, Draco."

I stare at HIM. HE doesn't look like the young man I went to school with. The war has hardened HIM and I disobeyed my Master.

What will HE do to me?

"Your punishment for cumming without permission is no orgasm for 24 hours." HE says, before performing an Accio spell. The object that flies into HIS hands is a strange looking thing. Made of metal, it has a ring and a tube. HE pushes my cock through the ring and into the tube so that the head of my cock is fully accessible but the shaft has no room to get hard. HE can tease me still but I'll get little pleasure from it. "You weren't supposed to cum then, slut. I'd wanted you to get pleasure from my first time inside your ass." My magical bonds loosen just enough for HIM to turn me over and put me on all fours.

"Harry, please? Please, don't do this now!" I cry as a finger, cold with lubricant, invades my opening.

"Why shouldn't I do it now, my slave?" HE asks me.

"Please, Harry, please; I've never bottomed before! I've only topped with men and the women I've been with didn't do anything kinky!" I beg HIM. "Please, Sir?"

HE hushes me and once I'm calm, HE promises to only play with toys in my ass until my punishment is over.

Even though he's an elf and doesn't pay any attention to what's going on, I flush with color as Kreacher comes into the room and sets up a table for HIM to eat at.

HE sits at the table and waves HIS wand causing a vibrator to hover over to me and work its way inside my asshole. HE smiles as I whimper and whine through HIS meal. I'm HIS toy this evening; my only purpose is to amuse HIM.

As soon as HE'S done eating, HE takes away my ropes and has me kneel at HIS feet. I wonder what to expect from HIM now, but HE casually feeds me half of the food on HIS plate. "I'm not going to be a cruel Master, Draco. You will get three meals per day and a healthy snack or two in between. I'm going to torture you sexually and beat you with the cane daily but you will not suffer as much as you would in Azkaban."

I chew a bite of food from HIS fork as HIS promise goes through my head. "May I see my mother at all, Harry?"

"Yes, Draco; I will allow your mother to visit you once per month." HIS smile is soft and tender as HE looks down at me. "The days when she visits will be the only days you'll be allowed to wear a full set of clothes. I did some research and found that you and your mother were each born on the 18th day of your respective birth months. That is the day I've chosen for visitation."

I smile up at HIM until I realize that I just saw her on the 20th of this month when we witnessed my father's sentence being carried out. Crestfallen, I feel my lip begin to tremble.

"Draco, what is it?" HE sounds concerned.

"It's nothing, Harry." I say wiping a tear away, embarrassed at my show of emotion.

"Clearly it isn't 'nothing'. Tell me." HE demands.

I explain that I was missing my mother and the circumstances of our last visit.

HE sighs. "I was going to send her a letter, but I'll invite her over this Saturday. We'll have tea, like civilized people, and I'll tell her the rules."

"But I've already disobeyed you, Harry. You have no reason to make allowances yet. I've been bad; I shouldn't be rewarded." I protest.

HE strokes my head. "Hush, now. I'm not doing this for you, Draco, and certainly not as a reward. I'm doing it for your mother, so she can see that you are safe. Your mother's last image of you is your tear-stained face as your father's soul was sucked out of his body. I watched from a different room. I saw you both."

I nod and vow to be a better slave for this man. HE knows how to treat a slave.

"Now, are you still hungry, Draco?"

I shake my head. "May I ask a question?"

"Go on," HE says.

"Will I be used by anybody other then you?" I ask.

HE smirks. "Perhaps, in the future, sometime… I think it would be hot to see you service my friends with your lovely mouth… I'll think on it. Get back on the bed. It's time to sleep."

I lay where HE points.

HE lies between my legs and uses my thigh as HIS pillow.

My hands are magically bound to the headboard again and every once in a while HIS tongue reaches out and licks the head of my prick. I'm in tears by the time HE falls asleep but sometime during the night, I catch a few minutes of rest.

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