Pretty Thing

Draco was sweating when Harry finally opened the suitcase. He had no idea how long he’d been inside exactly, but he knew it was longer than the time it took to get to their room. He’d listened closely, focusing on breathing slowly as Harry spoke to fans and admirers in the hotel lobby.

Harry had declined the offer for a worker to carry his bags up for him. A lot of Harry’s laughs were muffled, his words too quiet to catch. He lingered much longer than he normally would, and all the while, Draco was slowly penetrated by the large toy. The strokes were shallow since there wasn’t much room in the suitcase, but that meant Draco’s prostate was being slowly and nearly constantly teased.

Little stars popped in the black of the suitcase, and he tried vainly to shift away-he didn’t want to come without permission. He was caged, so he couldn’t ejaculate, but Harry would punish him if he came dry with his ass all the same.

His breathing was ragged, and his nipples were really starting to make him squirm, like Harry’s fingers were lightly tweaking them directly. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep quiet, but he had no way to let Harry know he was close to coming without making noise. He jerked, and rolled his hips as much as the confined space and his restrained body allowed. His drool dripped over his front between his legs and torso—he could feel it trickling past the bars and onto his useless cock.

Just as he felt the inevitable orgasm starting to build though, he was saved as the dildo stilled. He lay in the dark, breathing heavily, and realized it was quiet outside. He was jostled, and shifted so he was laying on his side again. The suitcase had been set down.

He continue to lay in the dark, afraid to squirm, but much more aware of how uncomfortable he was without the distraction of being fucked. The drool dripped sideways now, running down his cheek and neck. Large amounts of it cascaded down each time he adjusted his jaw or flexed his tongue against the ball. It was hot and stuffy, and his legs were starting to cramp. Still, he waited patiently, confident Harry was nearby, aware of his condition, and desiring his continued discomfort.

Finally, as Draco was nearing his limit, the suitcase opened. Harry had changed, wearing dress robes and an expensive watch Draco had gotten him for his last birthday. He’d presented it to him after enduring several long hours of teasing followed by a vicious spanking and caning.

“Beautiful.” Harry said, and Draco blushed. That was how he’d described Draco’s bruised and welted arse after the caning too. Draco must be a sweaty, flushed, drooling mess. Harry leaned down and kissed the ball gag in Draco’s mouth.

“Mn,” Draco crooned softly into the kiss.

Harry waved his wand, and suddenly Draco was in darkness again. Blindfolded.

A second later, and he was untied, except the gag.

“Sit up.”

Draco did with some difficulty, the toys in the bag with him shifting and tumbling to the sides as he moved. He couldn’t help the long groan as the dildo pressed into him. Harry chuckled, and said, “the bag is on the floor. Step out carefully.”

Draco nodded, and stood. He tried to squeeze on the dildo to keep it in, but it was too heavy, and slipped out as he stood. “Mngh!” He cried out at the feeling of the massive thing pulling out at once and the sudden emptiness.

“Like that,” Harry said almost gleefully, “you’ve lost standing privileges for an hour. What a fucking slut, for that giant thing to fall out of you. You’re so stretched out. If I fucked you would I even feel it?”

“Mmhmm!” Draco nodded, even as he sank to hands and knees.

“I would?” Harry hooked two fingers into Draco’s hole, pulling roughly before fucking him with his fingers a bit. “This loose thing could make me feel good? You’re sure?”

“Mm-hmmm! Ngh!” Draco would do whatever he had to. He’d make Harry feel so good if he let him. He’d let Harry destroy his arse if that’s what it took.

Harry yanked, and Draco screamed, and collapsed onto his forearms, ass in the air for Harry to toy with.

“Look at you all messy and desperate. Too bad for you I’m more hungry than horny right now.”

Harry withdrew his hand.

“Sit up.” Draco did, his nipples still tingling and his asshole still twitching.

Draco felt his hair gently swept to one side before he felt a familiar band slide around his neck. More excitement sent shivers up his spine as Harry tightened the buckle on the collar. The leash was connected, and then Harry removed the gag and blindfold without cleaning Draco’s face of drool or sweat.

Draco blinked a few times, looking around.

Harry tugged the leash. “Come.”

Draco crawled forward and followed Harry into the kitchenette where two bowls were waiting. Draco could only suppose these were why he’d been left in the suitcase.

The dog bowls read “Malfoy” in bold letters around the rim. No question who they were for. It was a question what was in them. One was just water it seemed, but the other really looked like dog food.

Draco blushed, white hot embarrassment poking his insides. They’d never taken their pet play this far before. Was this really his dinner? Had it really been coincidence he’d lost his walking privileges?

“Eat,” Harry said. “This is all you’re getting so enjoy it. I’ll be making my dinner here, and I want you done by time my chicken goes in the oven.”

Draco’s mouth watered at the thought. Harry’s food was divine, he could swear. He looked up at Harry, a tad reproachful he wasn’t getting any, and was snatched up by the hair.

“Problem?”

“N-no, Sir!” Harry pulled, Dragging Draco up to his knees.

“You sure? You’re not being a brat making faces like that?”

“No!” Draco wrung his hands a little nervously. “No! This Slut loves your cooking, is all. B-but this Slut knows his place and will eat whatever Sir would give him!”

Harry’s green eyes bore into Draco’s a moment longer, and the blonde desperately added, “Please! This slut is grateful Sir would feed him!”

“Hmm,” Harry hummed, throwing Draco down onto all fours again. “Go on, then.”

Draco knew this meal was no hands allowed. To try and show Harry his total submission, he voluntarily moved his hands behind his back, and bent to the water bowl first. It had been hot and stuffy in the bag, and he was really very thirsty.

So he drank, lapping sloppily as he wasn’t used to this way of getting water. Harry watched as he slurped for a moment, then said, “All fours, Slut.”

Draco adjusted, but had to lower to his forearms again to keep lapping water. Harry moved too, standing over Draco’s naked form from behind. Draco didn’t have time to wonder that he may be doing before a large plug was shoved inside—about as wide as the dildo.

Draco’s body spasmed as his hole burned from the dry toy being slammed inside. The lube left over from the dildo was just barely enough to allow passage. He let out a distressed whimper, but kept drinking.

He gave his ass an experimental shake. The plug was large, but not long. He felt full, but nothing else. He could endure this much more easily. Harry squeezed Draco’s caged cock and ran a finger over his balls, eliciting a shiver. He pulled off the pasties, and Draco’s sighed with relief as the tingling teasing finally stopped. Then Harry rubbed one hand over his left arse cheek, kneading it lightly before standing upright and moving to the stove.

Draco’s heart jumped. He looked at his rather full bowl. He was supposed to be finished by time Harry finished cooking. He hadn’t said if he’d be doing it the muggle way or not.

He gave the food one more apprehensive look. He enjoyed being Harry’s pet. He’d been walked on a leash like a dog before. Even barked like a dog at Harry’s command. Did he really want to eat like a dog, though? He glanced up at Harry.

He wouldn’t hold it against Draco if he red flagged out of this, or even yellow flagged and at least asked for regular food, but…He also wanted to please Harry. And he was sure…as always, Harry had done his research on this. He wouldn’t give Draco anything dangerous to eat. Harry glanced down at him and smiled as he rolled his sleeves back.

He swallowed, and looked down at his bowl. Then he closed his eyes as he hesitantly took a bite. He needn’t have worried. Relief flooded him as he tasted carrots and a bit of chicken instead of the bready taste he’d imagined. Harry had transfigured a regular meal—likely some quick prepackaged thing—to look like dog food.

As Draco began to eat almost as sloppily as he’d drank, Harry knelt and stroked Draco’s head. “Good Slut. Eat up.”

Draco hummed his reply—he wasn’t allowed to speak with a full mouth. He set about emptying his bowl with a little more surety, pausing now and then to take a breath and chew.

Draco finished just as Harry was putting on oven mitts. “Just in time. What a good bitch I have. Go lie down on the bed beside mine. Rest for a while so I can finish up.”

Draco started to move, then hesitated. “Sir, this Slut shouldn’t warm Sir’s cock before dinner?” Something they often did at home. Draco was sometimes bound and sometimes not, sometimes clothed and sometimes not. But most nights, Draco warmed Harry’s cock in his warm, wet mouth or his lubed up arse while Harry read over work papers before dinner.

It was something Draco did once to motivate Harry to finish reading a report he’d put off, and became routine when Draco came home high strung after a tense dinner with his mother and needed some quiet time to focus on anything other than being a Malfoy.

Draco had grown to love the quiet half hour to hour of closeness and intimacy with Harry. They were both so busy, Harry at the aurors office, and Draco in court, in meetings, and in his office doing all the paperwork that came with being a solicitor.

Harry must of also thought of this, because instead of punishing Draco for not immediately obeying the order to rest, he came closer and stroked Draco’s hair again. “There will be time after dinner. During dinner, you’ll be putting in a little work to enhance my dining experience. I want you to take this short time to rest while you can. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

Again, Harry playfully swatted Draco’s arse to get him moving. He did, crawling into the bedroom with his leash dragging behind him on the floor.

Harry’s bed was large, luxurious, the fitting the five star hotel Draco knew this must be. Draco’s bed was a plush looking dog bed lying on the floor beside where Harry’s slippers would sit. Draco curled into the fur-lined thing, and closed his eyes. He was actually quite tired.

He’d woken early for the meeting with a difficult client, and his day hadn’t slowed down from there. He’d been allowed to leave early, as his boss knew he had plans to meet his boyfriend – the famous Harry Potter.

They’d come out to Harry’s friends first, and then to Draco’s mother. Harry’s friends had been supportive even despite the fact he had chosen Draco Malfoy. Draco‘s mother had grudgingly accepted it, but made terse comments about lineage and not getting a grandchild.

The public found out by accident. They were spotted on a date in Muggle London. Draco had been afraid, but Harry embraced it, and things settled down after that rather quickly. The upside of being out was that they no longer had to hide and Harry could take Draco to a quidditch game for their anniversary that year without worrying about hiding. The downside (that wasn’t totally a downside) was that Harry was emboldened to do things like taking Draco to that anniversary game with ropes under his dress robes and a vibrator in his arse that changed vibration patterns as the quaffle changed hands. By the end of the game, Draco had been on his knees in the private box, sucking Harry off in exchange for being allowed to come.

Draco squirmed just a bit remembering Harry’s face as he came, and the way he’d been allowed to make himself come by humping Harry’s leg like an animal. He remembered too, the way he’d had to collect himself enough to put on a dignified smile after the game as he walked down all those stairs in soiled robes as ropes creaked and pressed his over sensitive skin.

Harry had tied him to the bed and fucked him raw that night.

It had been delicious.

He squirmed again. He was meant to be resting. He needed to get his mind on other things. He tucked his hands beneath his head, and sighed. Think of something else! The pile of work he’d have when he got back to the office came to mind, and was more than enough to bore him back to the edge of sleep. He really was quite tired…

Harry hadn’t lifted the spell on Draco that monitored his condition. He didn’t use it often, and Draco detested when Harry mother henned over him during a scene, but Draco had spent the last several days pushing himself hard to clear time for this trip, and He wanted to make sure he was in good condition to enjoy it.

He ended the spell when he felt Draco fall asleep, and turned his attention to preparation for dinner. The dining table in the suite was long, but Harry only set out cutlery at one end. Well, his chicken was in the oven, as the other end of the table he set out his tools.

Dildos and vibrators organized by size. Clamps of varying cruelty. Plugs of various sizes. A cane knew Draco loved and hated. A paddle he knew Draco mostly hated. Floggers and a dragon hide belt he knew Draco mostly loved. A humbler and spreader bars he loved and Draco loathed. Hoods and a straight jacket they hadn’t tried before. Gags and posture collars in varying in shapes and sizes. Lots and lots of rope and chains.

He wasn’t going to use it all tonight, of course, but he wanted Draco to have a peek at the week ahead.

Once he laid everything out, he saw he still had half an hour for his food to finish cooking. Getting Draco ready would only take ten minutes, so he let him sleep a little longer and settled into the armchair. He grabbed the paper from yesterday, which the hotel staff had left on the coffee table with fresh flowers.

Well, he meant to read the paper. Instead, he was stroking his chin, deciding what position he wanted his cute blonde submissive in first. Harry’s cock stirred again, and he gently palmed himself through his dress robes, but went no further. He wanted to wait and come right into that tight little hole.

Draco was awoken from his short nap by a hand on his shoulder. Sleepily, he started to rise, but was suddenly grabbed by the back of the neck and his face was forced onto the floor right beside the bed. “Who told you to get up?” Harry asked, his voice low and menacing.

“No one! I’m sorry,” Draco whimpered as Harry pressed him down harder. His hands were braced either side of his head. Harry grabbed one wrist and dragged it behind Draco’s back, and then the other. Draco let him, even though that left all his weight on his knees and cheek. “This Slut is very sorry, Sir.”

“Hm, I forgive you this time since you just woke up. There won’t be a second chance tonight. Unless you want the cane, you’ll mind yourself, you understand me?” Harry finished warningly, releasing Draco’s neck.

“Y-yes, Sir. Yes, I understand.”

“Good. Keep your hands behind your back.”

“Yes.”

He wasn’t sure what Harry was doing. At first. He felt the plug shifting, and loosed a light sigh as Harry pulled it out. Draco felt his hole flex around nothing, for a moment before something else was pressed against his entrance.

He licked his lips, closing his eyes and focusing on the few of whatever it was that was now stretching him wider. Harry didn’t comment on the toy, or what Harry may be preparing him for, instead simply patting Draco’s hip, and pressing the toy until Draco whined a bit.

He then grabbed Draco by the arm and yanked him up to his feet. Draco stumbled a bit to keep up as he was dragged out to the main room again by his arm. The toy made it harder to walk, and Harry was pulling hard enough that Draco had to grip his hands behind his back to keep them there.

Harry was so much stronger than him, sometimes it was scary. Mostly it was sexy as hell. He loved that Harry could carry him like a princess if he wanted.

Draco was pulled until he was standing beside the long dining table, heart pounding as he looked over the restraints and implements of pain and pleasure. Harry smirked, letting go of Draco’s arm to circle the table.

Harry sat imperiously at the head of the table, and waved his wand. Steps appeared before Draco leading to the table top. Once Harry gestured for him to do so, he walked up the steps, and stood in the obvious spot: the middle of the wide ring of flowers in the middle of the table.

Harry clapped. “My Slut is so smart sometimes. You guessed right: you are my decor for this meal. Lay on your back.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Draco did as he was told. Keeping his long legs bent a little to keep away from Harry’s already full wine glass. He looked up at the ceiling, as looking at Harry would require sitting up somewhat. He heard Harry murmuring more spells and saw toys begin to move. His heart lurched as the spreader bar passed over his head, and again when he felt the thing affixing to both ankles.

He didn’t complain, but he hated this thing. It made him feel stupid and vulnerable in a humiliating way. He yelped as his legs were suddenly yanked up, forcing his knees toward his chest and his arse in the air toward Harry. Chains stretched from the ceiling and the ends of the table behind Draco’s head, fixing Draco into this position. Harry could plainly see the plug or whatever it was stretching Draco open.

“Place your wrists on the bar.” Harry said.

Draco was hesitant. This was why he hated this thing. With his long body curled around this thing, he felt like he looked more like a dead bug rather than a sex object.

Fwip! Smack!

“Ah!” Draco cried out as he felt the belt strike his ass. Not the heavy one on the table, but the thinner one Harry had been wearing. It stung—a bite Draco hated, and instinctively pulled from.

“No second chances, I said.” Harry spoke from beside him.

“I-I’m sorry!” Draco cried out as he was struck again. He hurried to press his wrists to the bar, where they were immediately secured by thick bands that seemed to grow from the cold metal and melded back into it again.

Still Harry struck him three more times, and Draco cried out and wriggled as the lashing grew progressively harder. He was panting when Harry stopped, tears stinging his grey eyes as he looked up at his Dom. “I’m sorry, Sir. Your slut is very sorry.”

Harry stared down at him with a disapproving expression, “The next mistake tonight will mean forty lashes and an afternoon in the humber, you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you for your mercy, Sir.”

Harry huffed a small laugh, slapping Draco’s fresh bruising with his bare hand. Draco swallowed back his yelp when Harry squeezed, but couldn’t help the way his body jerked. The chains rattled.

“Open that cock holster,”Harry ordered.

Draco licked his lips, and opened his mouth. Draco expected a gag—something he and Harry both loved, but instead the head of a red rose was gently laid over his open mouth. “Don’t crush it.”

“Hnch,” Draco nodded.

Harry smiled, gently arranging Draco’s hair about his shoulders and placing more flowers here and there.

It was so difficult to keep his mouth opened like this. Draco preferred his mouth full—either with a gag or Harry’s cock. He didn’t care. He’d figured out by now though—pet play, the spreader, keeping Draco’s mouth open or hands behind his back by order instead of bondage—tonight was about Harry’s preferences, not Draco’s. He was determined to at least be praised for his efforts, and hopefully still fucked into the mattress. Though if it was Harry’s preference taking precedence tonight…Draco knew he’d be facing more pain before any pleasure.

Harry paused his work when a timer went off. He left Draco’s side abruptly, and moments later Draco heard Harry’s chair scrape back as the smell of roast chicken and potatoes filled the air. His mouth watered, and he shifted uncomfortably.

The lights dimmed, aside from the flickering light of a candle, something Draco paid little mind to until the first drops of wax hit his caged cock.

“Ahn!” His legs jerked together but could not close. He looked down, and saw the red candle floating directly over his vulnerable center.

Without looking up, Harry struck out at Draco’s ass with a riding crop.

Draco cried out, core tightening and his ass lifting from the table. Harry struck again, and understanding the reason why, Draco forced himself to relax back into position and took the next two strikes to his inner thighs with keening whimpers, and the one after that almost silently.

Harry paused, and Draco heard him lay down his tool. “My slut is table decor during this meal. An object to be looked at and not heard.”

Draco didn’t respond. Objects didn’t have voices. Yet apparently they could be incredibly aroused. He panted around the flower he’d managed not to crush and barely suppressed the jolt of the next hot drop of wax.

The only sounds after that were Draco’s panting, the hitching of his breath once in a while, and Harry’s cutlery on his plate.

The hot wax was covering the cock cage and dripping over Draco’s balls and toward his plugged hole by the end of the meal.

Tears had escaped and slid silently down his cheeks as his core burned with the effort to keep still.

No wonder Harry had skipped the cock warming. His jaw was starting to ache.

Finally Harry spoke. “You want to know what I put in my Slut’s arse?”

Draco didn’t respond. Harry answered the rhetorical question anyway.

“It’s made of glass and has a hollow center. From this angle, it looks like my Slut is permanently gaping open wide enough to swallow me twice over.”

Draco moaned softly.

“Oh, I’ll get him there this weekend, I promise. But before that, you know what else I’m going to do? Im going to fuck that whore’s throat open. He’ll swallow me to the base before I fuck his pretty skull. Then I’m going to decorate this arse with more of these since he couldn’t behave himself after all.”

Draco yelped as Harry swatted his arse with the belt again. He took the next one silently, so Harry stopped at two.

“Once this arse is nice and colored, I’m going to fuck it. I’ll pump it so full of my come, my bitch will be coughing it up next day.”

The pain of the wax had mostly subsided, and now his cock pulsated in his cage beneath the wax. He desperately wanted out, but he knew begging would do him no good. Especially on a night all about Harry’s desires.

He shifted slightly, his hips were starting to protest his position. He yelped again when the table suddenly shortened to just below his shoulders. His head fell back. And his legs were hiked a little further overhead. His arse now pointed more at the ceiling.

His face burned. He must look fucking ridiculous.

Harry walked around the table into Draco’s field of vision, and plucked the flower from his mouth.

“Good boy. I thought you would bite when your head fell back. I’m impressed.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Draco responded with difficulty.

“What’s the matter? You sound stressed.”

“Th-this position hurts, Sir,” Draco said truthfully.

“Aw, does it?” Harry adjusted nothing as he moved closer and forced open Draco’s mouth. He shoved right in, causing Draco to gag on Harry’s hard, thick length.

Harry stayed there, waving his wand to get rid of Draco’s gag reflex temporarily. He waited for Draco to settle, then for his chest to heave before he pulled back and allowed his air. He pulled it in through his nose before Harry started fucking Draco’s throat hard. His balls slapped against Draco’s forehead and he could feel tears running up into Draco hair there as well. He paused only once a while to allow the sub to gasp for air.

He reached down and pinched and pulled Draco’s nipples, eliciting muffled screams and cries and causing his body to convulse around Harry’s cock.

“You feel incredible,” he praised. “Fuck, I could do this all day.”

Finally he came, shoving right to the back of Draco’s throat and pressing in as he grunted. He pulled out as the last shivers of pleasure left his body, and didn’t bother tucking himself back into his dress robes as he took up his belt again.

Draco gasped, chest heaving and head fuzzy as he tried to regain breath.

”Does my smart slut know what comes next?”

”Th-this slut’s punishment…”

”For what?”

”For being bad decoration by moving and making noise, Sir.” Harry didn’t lengthen the table again, so Draco had to lift his head to look up at him. Harry smiled appreciatively, nodding as he slowly stroked his cock again. 

“Good. Count. Ten for every warning I had to give you since you got out of the suitcase. How many is that total?”

There was a pause where Draco tried to remember and work it out. “T-thirty?” He guessed.

“Hm. I told you already, didn’t I? Forty. Extra fifteen for not paying attention.”

smack! “I-one!” Draco yelped. Fuck, this was where Harry was starting!?

By ten, Draco was whining out his count. By twenty-five, he was sobbing.

Around forty he was begging Harry for mercy instead of counting, and Harry had taken over, promising an extra twenty for disobedience.

“N-no! I ca-can-“ Smack!

“Forty seven,” Harry said, ignoring Draco’s pleas.

“Mercy! H-have…”

“You know there’s only one magic word that will make me stop, Slut. And it’s not “Mercy”. Unless I hear it, your begging is fucking useless. Now shut the fuck up unless you want a hundred.”

Draco still sobbed, but stopped begging. He could take this. He would take it for Harry.

Draco’s limbs all trembled wildly when Harry finally finished, sobs wracking his whole frame.

“What do you say?”

“Th-thank you for reminding this Slut of his p-place, Sir.”

“Good. That’s a good Slut.”

Finally, Draco’s lower body was brought back to the table. He hissed as his sensitive backside met the hard wood. The restraints were released, and Harry lifted Draco like a bride. Draco had forgotten he was wearing the collar until he felt the lead dangling beside them.

Harry carried Draco to the bed where he was thankfully laid down on his stomach. However, He remembered why that was when magical restraints snaked over the bed from the four corners and around Draco’s limbs. He was pulled out spread eagle.

Harry placed a pillow beneath his head and stomach, and then, to Draco’s surprise, he was released from his cock cage.

It had been so long!

“Don’t you dare fucking come without permission.”

“Y-yes!” Draco nearly squeaked it as Harry reached under Draco’s body and gave a few solid stokes downwards on Draco’s cock. Bringing the limp thing to life against the pillow. The remaining chips of wax left behind after Harry removed the cage slipped off in chunks against the fabric.

The plug was removed, and Draco moaned just before his mouth was filled with another ball gag. Harry must have summoned it or had it waiting where Draco couldn’t see.

“Hn, mm,” he let out small muffled noises as Harry parted his cheeks to peer at that stretched ring of muscle.

A murmured spell, and Draco’s felt his entrance slick with lube seconds before Harry pressed in right to the base in one go.

Harry groaned, rolling his hips in a way that drew deep moans from both of them.

Shit, Draco should have asked for a cock ring. How was he supposed to not come!?

He expected Harry to go hammering away right away, but instead, he first rolled his hips again, and again, and again, groaning as he leaned over Draco, pressing one hand in his back.

Burning pain radiated from Draco’s bruised skin and melded with poker-hot pleasure with every small thrust. Draco groaned, pulling at his bonds as Harry ground over his prostate for the third time or so.

Harry stilled, and leaned down to kiss Draco’s neck.

“You feel so good inside, love,” Harry whispered. He slapped and gripped Draco’s bruised ass, causing the blonde to jerk, yelping and whimpering. “Oh,” Harry groaned, “I love when you squeeze me like that when it hurts. I’m going to hurt you just a little more. You can take it for me, can’t you?”

“Mmm, mm-hmm,” Draco nodded.

Harry kissed his cheek. “You like this, don’t you? You want me to fuck this hole til you cant stand, baby?”

“Mm-hm,” Draco whined.

“You want to be my personal cum-rag, Slut?”

“Mm-hngh! Mmmmfh!”

Harry started slamming hard into Draco. He screamed out and pulled at his bonds and shook his head as Harry’s hips slammed into tender and abused flesh.

“Fuck,” Harry groaned. “Take it, you fucking whore. Fuck, you feel so good, Draco. Fuck!” He slammed hard into Draco one last time, pressing hard as he emptied himself into Draco’s insides.

He stilled, panting, before reaching beneath Draco. “Good boy, not coming. You want to?”

Draco nodded desperately. He wanted to come as soon as possible, though. “Mm-hmm.” The gag was too big to even attempt to beg, so he pushed back into Harry’s cock.

“Well there’s an idea. Go ahead and fuck yourself on my cock until you come.”

Embarrassing as it was, Draco was too horny, to strung out in pain and pleasure, too humiliated already to care as he immediately started trying to comply. There wasn’t space, but he humped as hard as he could, moaning and groaning and trying to find friction on his cock and prostate when Harry was still and not helping at all. He also had to ignore the soreness of his core and arse and try to focus on his building climax.

“You’re close,” Harry purred in his ear. “Look at you panting like a bitch in summer heat. Let’s see you come. I want your eyes rolling back and this face even more fucked. Harry hooked a finger in past the ball gag. Then rubbed the saliva he collected over Draco’s face.

“Come on. Come like the common animal you are. High borne Draco Malfoy is really slutty masochist and you know it. Lower than a common whore, you are, drooling and fucking yourself so desperately, it’s pathetic. Come, now!”

Draco did, screaming out through the gag as he spurt onto the pillow and his stomach.

By some miracle, Harry was somehow not revived to full erection from Draco’s squeezing and fucking himself on his cock. He breathed deeply, waiting a moment after Draco went limp, then pulled out slowly.

Draco groaned softly, and again when Harry immediately replied his arse with a summoned medium sized plug, sealing Harry’s spunk inside. “If you were a woman,” Harry panted finally, “the potion I had you take at lunch would keep you from getting pregnant in addition to cleaning out your bowels. As a man it just keeps you from getting sick if I leave this inside. You’ll be taking a dose with breakfast for the next seven days.”

“Mm-Hm.”

Harry ran a hand up Draco’s spine, admiring the look of his poor, bruised, sweaty, bound and gagged submissive.

Harry leaned down and kissed Draco’s back, lovingly caressing his hips. “Would you like the restraints on or off as I apply the ointment?”

One grunt while gagged was on/yes. Two was off/no. Draco grunted once, pulling weakly at his arms and legs. He loved Harry’s ropes, felt secure and safe when Harry restrained him tightly by cuff or strap or chain. Depending on the position, he could go for hours.

Someday he would convince Harry to let him.

So Harry stood off the bed, and returned with an ointment he applied carefully, slowly, and liberally all over Draco’s lower back, arse, and thighs. It was cooling, and Draco’s hummed appreciatively as the burning pain reduced to a dull ache. It wouldn’t go away entirely. Neither of them wanted it to. The slight sting in Draco’s arse would remind him he was Harry’s every time he tried to sit for the entirety of this next week.

Harry removed the leash, but not the collar. This was something agreed on for the trip. Draco had wanted to try wearing one 24-7 for a while. Harry usually didn’t like such things as it made play blend too much into the rest of their day.

The cage was different, Harry claimed, since he only used it occasionally, and counted that as extended play.

He did remove the restraints from Draco’s limbs then, and began massaging up and down each limb and across his back.

“You’re so strong,” Harry praised. “You took that tough position so well. I’m so proud of you.”

“Hm,” Draco hummed his reply through the ballgag, the last thing in place.

The gag was removed, and Draco was scooped up sleepily into Harry’s arms, “Let’s get you showered before we put you to bed, pet.”

Draco would be sleeping in the dog bed. This had been the trade for Harry allowing him to keep the collar up in past scenes. Draco only nodded sleepily, holding to Harry as they made their way to the bath.

Draco seems so satiated, Harry was almost loathe to remind him his punishment would also include an afternoon in the humber. So he decided that it could wait. Draco was too exhausted, and they had all week, after all.