Pretty Thing

The night before, after dinner, Harry had brought Draco to bed to cuddle after his intense fucking and orgasms on the table. Draco had begged Harry to forgo the humbler. Harry had smirked asking why he’d do that, and Draco reluctantly admitted he didn’t have a good reason other than not liking it. Harry had laughed.

“I thought my slut was smart. Are you supposed to like a punishment?”

“No…” His hands were still tied behind his back, and connected to his bound ankles. Harry hugged Draco’s middle like he was a giant teddy bear, biting one nipple until Draco whined and squirmed.

Harry lapped at the swollen bud, musing, “I should pierce these.”

Draco squirmed at the thought. He’d thought about it before-what Harry might think if he showed up with nipple rings. Harry had seemed so against permanent marking, though. Apparently that had changed now Draco was his willing slave. “Tell you what,” Harry said sudddnly, “you wear this outfit I got you to bed the rest of the trip, and if I’ll skip the humbler unless you earn it.”

Draco hesitated. This wasn’t a guarantee to skip the thing. Still… all he had to do was try and be a really good boy. “Fine.”

So it was the next morning that Draco woke in darkness. It was when he tried to move that he remembered he was wearing the straight jacket Harry had bought for him, and a hood that covered his eyes, he was gagged with a charmed panel over the hood that would have vanished if he showed signs of breathing issues or distress in his sleep. The part in his mouth was flat, preventing him from moving his tongue but easier on his jaw long periods. Draco didn’t mind soreness from a gag or a blowjob, but Harry still took steps to mitigate both.

He let out a small noise, but was otherwise quiet and still. He had no idea if Harry was awake or nearby and he’d be punished if he rose from bed without permission. So he waited. In darkness, he could only focus on the sensations of his body. Dry drool mingled with new under the panel, leaving him feeling debatched and sloppy. His plug had been replaced with a hook that attached to the bottom of this odd straight jacket. It was short, ending below his chest, with straps that continued down to secure around his waist and between his legs. The sleeves were skin tight to the wrist where a strap had been tightened, preventing him from pulling his hands in to try and shimmy out of the jacket. His hands were, of course, encased in the tight end of the sleeve. He couldn’t even spread his fingers. His nipples were exposed through a window cut into the thing below his collar, which Harry had moved on top of the jackets collar and the straps at his neck securing the hood so he could see it. His caged cock sat useless between bruised legs.
His inner thighs had born the brunt of his punishment for talking with his mouth full last night. His arse was still bruised, though, and sporting new —surely deep purple—bite marks Harry didn’t bother putting ointment on. Those marks would outlast the trip.

In addition to the straight jacket, Draco was shackled to Harry’s bed, and the chains rattled as he shifted where he lay.

“How pleasant,” Harry said suddenly, making Draco jump, his voice husky with sleep, “to wake to the lovely sounds of my slave gagged and in chains.”

Draco heard Harry get out of bed, but then he walked away instead of touching or addressing Draco again. He heard his Master in the bathroom.

The potion meant Draco didn’t need to go, so he wasn’t worried about that, but then Harry left the bedroom all together, shutting the door and muffling the noises beyond. The hood muffled it all further.

Raising his voice would get him punished, so he had no choice but to lay back down, and wait. At first it was sexy, focusing on his body and wondering what Harry was going to do to him today. Then it quickly became boring, his mind wandering to depositions and statements, and court dates.

He jumped again when he suddenly felt the lead being clipped to the collar. He was tugged up to his knees where the chains connecting him to the bed were released, but not his ankle cuffs, then his arms were released so he no longer hugged himself.

His hands were still useless though as he crawled at Harry’s side to the other room. The hood was left in place, so he stuck close in the hope he wouldn’t bump into anything. They reached the table, and Harry sat down before yanking Draco up to his feet by the collar.

He didn’t explain, and Draco loved it when he did this: yanking Draco around impatiently, punishing with quick slaps to his arse and thighs if he moved the wrong way. Soon Harry had settled Draco ina chair with a dildo buried up Draco’s arse. He was leaning back in the cushioned seat, his hands secured to the back of the chair. His legs were bent, and his thighs secured to the front of the seat while his ankles were also secured behind the chair.

For a moment, Harry felt Draco up roughly as Draco moaned through the gag and breathed heavily through his nose. “My little pet gets to sit at the table and pretend to be a person today.”

Harry removed the gag and Draco panted out without prompting, still blindfolded and rolling his hips on the dildo up his arse, “Thank you, Master.”

Harry leaned down, and Draco could feel him smiling into the kiss.

Draco listened as Harry pulled a second chair close. His mouth watered as he could smell the bacon and eggs. “Open,” Harry said, and fed Draco his first bite of food. He waited patiently for Draco to chew and swallow.

Draco was a little worried this would be some game where Harry would feed him too fast or feed him something he didn’t like, but after the bacon and eggs, Harry gave Draco strawberries and let him drink through a straw before cleaning his face.

“Good boy,” Harry said when Draco admitted he was full instead of taking another bite of berry. Harry got up, putting Draco’s gag back in place, and Draco listened as he began washing dishes, leaving Draco tied to the chair.

Nothing vibrated. Nothing touched him. Draco squirmed, a small moan escaping him. Harry ignored him until a long time later when his legs were released from their knelt, spread position, and tied together instead: at the ankle, and above and below the knee.  His hands were released, and retied in Harry’s favorite position with his hands folded behind his back. Harry then lifted Draco right off the dildo into his arms, causing him to moan again.

Draco was sat on the sofa, then Harry sat beside him and pulled Draco’s back to his chest. Harry didn’t say anything, but Draco heard the faint noise of flipping pages. He  was surprised he’d been left unplugged, but he couldn’t ask about it. Making undue noise was risky business as well.

So he just laid there against Harry’s warm body, allowing himself to relax and enjoy this rare occasion that Harry was keeping him tied up so long. He’d been restrained in some form since he awoke today. How long had it been? What came next?

Draco had no idea and that alone made him melt. He felt so beholden to Harry, so used and objectified, and he loved it.

Soon, Harry’s hand began to wander, roving over the only exposed part of Draco’s upper body—his chest. Harry’s other hand joined the first, and Draco’s breath hitched, his toes curling as Harry finally began to touch him after what felt like hours. His hooded head fell back against Harry’s shoulder, and he moaned as Harry gently rolled both pebbled nipples in his fingers. Then Harry pulled and Draco cried out, arching his back.

The rumble of Harry’s laugh rolled through Draco’s back along with a shiver. He flicked at Draco’s sensitive nipples before grabbing just one. Draco groaned as he pulled it hard again, rolling his hips. There was a hard pinch that didn’t ease up, and he realized as his chest heaved that Harry clamped his nipple. Harry repeated the process on the other side, then showed Draco the chain connecting them by pulling until Draco followed it into sitting up with a muffled scream.

Harry slipped from behind Draco. Draco felt Harry sit in his other side on the huge sofa before pulling the chain again. He groaned, struggling to get his bound legs under him enough to follow. He ended up laying on his stomach across the sofa and Harry’s lap. His clamped chest was pressed into the cushion, and his arse was elevated over Harry’s legs.

Harry rubbed and massaged Draco’s arse and thighs. Draco moaned, wishing he could grind his cock against Harry. As it was, the heavy cage sat between Harry’s legs, but Harry’s cock pressed Draco’s side. He was hard already.

Harry gently probed Draco’s arse with a single digit. Dipping in and out. More lube was added, and Draco cried out as Harry jumped to three fingers, still gently fucking Draco, but the way he scissored open inside Draco, pulling at his rim and pushing right next to his prostate had Draco panting, little sighs and moans escaping him as he squirmed and twitched.

This was driving Draco mad! How long was Harry going to tease and pull!? He tried to push his hips back so Harry would strike that elusive bundle of nerves, but Harry struck his arse once hard instead. A warning. Draco was to take this as still as he could.

Well, even that was getting harder. He wasn’t sure if Harry added a fourth finger or if he was just feeling especially stretched and sensitive after that massive hippogriff cock yesterday. Still he made valiant effort. He was gagged, and he couldn’t beg Harry to just fuck him, so he tried to enjoy the teasing.

Harry was definitely adding something bigger now. Draco let out a cry, but Harry soothed, speaking finally, “Shh, little Slave.” He rubbed Draco’s hooded head with his other hand. “Take it well for Master, and I’ll make you come.”

“Mmm,” Draco cried in distress as Harry shoved what was undoubtedly his meaty palm further inside.

Harry paused, “Can you take it for me? Let me hear your no.”

Heart still pounding as his body began to shake, Draco let out two quick grunts and shook his head.

“Where’s your yes?”

Draco grunted once and nodded.

“let me hear your game over,”

Draco hesitated, reluctant to do it even to demonstrate he remembered. Harry gripped the back of Draco’s neck reassuringly.

“I have to be sure, Draco. Whats your safe sound?”

The word was “Hufflepuff”. The sound, Draco hummed out-part of a weird sisters tune. Harry had also taught him some very basic wandless magic so he could do this while releasing sparks from his fingertips. He wasn’t sure that part worked with his hands and eyes covered though.

“Good boy,” Harry rubbed his upper back, the other hand still halfway in Draco’s arse. Then Harry shoved it in, causing Draco to cry out again, his back arching as Harry struck his prostate with bruising force.

Harry leaned over Draco, fucking him hard with his fist as Draco bucked and screamed and wriggled and writhed.

“You can come with your arse, Slave. Look at the way this slut takes my fist. You should see the way your hole tries to hold onto me when I pull out. It’s so pretty and red,” Harry pressed Draco’s face into the pillow, and Draco was suddenly being smothered as his nipples were twisted by the clamps and his writhing, and his arse was being destroyed by Harry.

Little lights popped in the darkness of the hood, and Draco let out a strangled scream as he was forced to come dry. As soon as his arse began to spasm, Harry stilled.

“Did you come?”

Panting, Draco nodded. “Mm.”

“Good boy,” Harry said, withdrawing his hand.

Draco groaned as his arse throbbed. Harry shifted again under Draco, sliding until Draco’s head was at Harry’s lap instead. He released Draco’s gag, and Draco felt his drool cascade over Harry’s hand and legs. “Thank you, Master,” Draco sighed before Harry’s cock was shoved on his mouth.

Harry let go, and Draco got to work, bobbing his head and sucking and licking. He felt so messy, so fucking owned as he savored every taste of Harry.

“Please,” he whined as he licked Harry from base to tip. “Please fuck me.”

“You want me to finish in this loose hole?” Harry hooked three fingers in and tugged until Draco cried out.

“Hungh! Yes! Please,” Draco bit his lip before taking Harry to the back of his throat again. He sucked hard and then gasped, “ I want you to use me to feel good, Master. I want your load up my wrecked arse. Please,” He kissed the precum at Harry’s tip, then used his tongue to tip Harry’s head back into his mouth, moaning.

“My bitch is turned on by me destroying his arse, is he?”

“Yesss, Master. Please, hurt me more. Please,”

Harry grabbed Draco by his bound arms and made him sit up. He pulled Draco back and up onto his lap where he guided Draco into pushing up with his legs enough for Harry to line up his cock before sitting Draco down. Draco groaned.

His back arched and the nipple clamps bounced against his chest. “Go on. I’m tired from making you come. You do the work this time. Make me come if you want my load so bad.”

“Y-yes, Master.  Thank you, Master.”

It was difficult, but Draco pushed up, trying to bounce on Harry, his own arse burning intensely as he moaned openly. He quickly became exhausted and started grinding his hips, trying to squeeze Harry until he caught his breath enough to try bouncing again.

He paused to grind again, and Harry reached around to release the cage. Draco did little more than register wet his cock filling before the chain between his nipple clamps were yanked hard again. He screamed as the chain was pulled up to his mouth. “Open.”

Draco obeyed, and bit down on the chain, curling his lip in to cushion his teeth from the harsh metal. Harry then stopped touching Draco entirely, aside from the slight canting of his hips to meet Draco’s desperate humping.

Draco was doing all the work, continuing to wreck his own arse on Harry’s huge cock as he tortured his own nipples. The ropes at his wrists and ankles was surely leaving bruises as he strained to maximize movement to give his Master pleasure. He could feel Harry was close, the twitching of his hips and his shallow breath was the dead give away.

Draco was too, but he hadn’t been given permission to come. Harry reached around, painfully gripping the base of Draco’s cock. “Don’t you come,” he moaned. “Don’t you dare fucking come.”

Draco moaned, which turned into screams as Harry started thrusting hard from below. He grabbed Draco around the waist, lifted them both, and practically slammed Draco against the coffee table where he shook and sobbed and screamed and Harry fucked his arse hard.

Finally Harry grunted, slamming hard into Draco and releasing deep inside. Harry went still, panting a while until Draco squeezed around him again. Harry laughed and pulled out. He let out a low whistle. “Look at how swollen you are. Poor thing.”

Draco was again grabbed roughly, and this time laid on his back in the floor.

Harry wrapped his forefinger and thumb around Draco’s cock, and said, “here, fuck this til you come.”

Draco complied, humping upward while still tugging his nipple clamps harshly with his mouth. He moaned, breath growing ragged until he finally spilled over the edge, collapsing before he even stopped spurting over Harry’s hand.

Harry removed the clamps, massaging Draco’s nipples again.

“Th-thank you, M-Master.”

“Good Slut.”

After a very short rest where Draco was gagged once again and left lying on his back on the sofa, Draco was tied to the dildo chair again for lunch. Harry fed him sandwiches and cake, letting—making-him lick Harry’s fingers clean.

After lunch, Harry settled sideways on the sofa, and hogtied Draco between his legs, settling him with his mouth warming Harry’s cock. “Are you enjoying your day so far, Draco? You’re always saying you want to live in my bondage. How is your bound 24 hours going?” He asked as he used his wand to fuck a large plug into place in Draco’s arse.

Draco whined since his mouth was full. He loved it. Being blindfolded had been an unexpected part, but helped him feel helpless and immobilized even in the small moments of freedom when Harry changed his position. He was already so, so tired, but he loved it. He loved being reduced to a sloppy, wrecked slut for Harry, who would lovingly and viciously break him and build him up again.

Draco was comfortable nestled between Harry’s legs. He closed his eyes beneath the hood, and simply waited to be used again.

That time came before dinner when Harry grabbed the sides of Draco’s head and started to slowly force Draco’s head up and down on his cock, Draco moaned as he felt Harry harden, and whined when Harry pulled him off his cock roughly. He was panting, but clearly wanted to finish somewhere else.

Draco was once again bound and penetrated for his meal, but this time, as soon as he finished eating, Harry cleaned Draco’s moth magically before making him resume his blowjob. Harry must be kneeling on the table to reach Draco’s mouth, and Draco wished he could see it: his master offering himself as Draco’s desert.

Harry pulled and punched Draco’s nipples again, seeming to enjoy the vibrations of Draco’s yelps and squeals on his cock. Harry finished with a groan, pressing right to the back of Draco’s throat and letting him gag. “No swallowing,” Harry said. He inserted a ring gag when he let go so Draco had not choice but to obey.

He was panting, and so was Draco when he was allowed a proper breath. His chest continued to heave while he listened to Harry stepping off the table.

Draco yelped when he was shifted back from the table and the dildo inside him was jostled too. As the same time the chair was transfigured. The seat split and separated his legs and the dildo grew slightly, leaving his cock and balls hanging in the middle.

Harry laughed, and shook the chair violently, eliciting a scream as the dildo painfully pulled and pressed him. “I know it must have hurt, but you’re rock hard, you fucking pervert.”

“Uh,” Draco nodded in agreement and Harry slapped him.

Draco screamed again, and Harry slapped him once more. “You’re meant to hold my seed in your mouth and you’re letting it dribble down your front you sloppy bitch.”

“Ugh,” Draco tipped his head back, but Harry grabbed both nipples and twisted hard.

“Too late, slut. You know what happens to sloppy slaves that can’t hold their Master’s spend?”

Draco shook his head, then froze as he felt the sharp sting of the riding crop on his cock. Draco writhed, and the dildo fucked him and Harry didn’t let up, lashing at Draco’s cock and balls until Draco was a drooling, sobbing mess.

Harry paused and grabbed Draco’s chin in his hand, lifting his head and unfastening the hood. It was tugged off not too elegantly past the ring gag still opening his mouth, and for the first time in 24 hours, Draco blinked up blearily at his owner.

Harry grabbed a fist full of Draco’s hair, and he sobbed as he was forced to look down at his shivering, sweaty, bruised nipples and thighs. “Like what you see?”

Harry asked as more of Harry’s seamen drippied onto Draco’s cock along with his drool.

“Uh-huh,” Draco sniffled.

“So do I. You look so pretty when I shatter you.”

Draco groaned as he watched Harry slowly wrap his fingers around his cock. Harry kept his head forced down as he stroked Draco’s shaft, straining Draco’s shoulders with his arms still tied behind his head. Draco’s whole body shook, he whimpered, and swiveled his hips as the dildo pressed his prostate.

“Uh! Unh!”

“What was that?” Harry laughed at his adorably pathetic sub.

“Uuugh,” Draco sobbed.

Harry let go of Draco’s hair, saying, “keep your eyes on my work.”

“Oh, Yessir,” Draco slurred. “Canicome, Masser, pleash,” He was panting and bucking his hips trying to stave it off. “Can ah!”

“Hmm,” Harry said, sit hung his pace and pulling off Draco every other stroke with a painful twist at the top. Harry watched as the drool and tears fell over his hand as Draco fought to keep watching. “Do you deserve it?”

“Yes! Please! Yes, I’ve been soogooood, Master,” Draco gasped. “Please? please?”

“Hm, well, you did take my fist, and made me come like a good slut twice. And I suppose you wore your uniform all day. A well-dressed slave indeed.”

“Fine. Go ahead and come.” Harry went back to stroking, and started slapping Draco’s balls with his other hand.

Draco screamed again, and came violently, jerking and some of it hit his own face. He was still twitching a minute later, and nearly limp as Harry released him from his chair, and then the straight jacket.

Harry carried Draco to the bathroom where he gently and carefully washed his lovers whole body, massaging and treating minor injuries as he went. A recovery potion would have him back to brand new by the morning, but he and Draco both liked him to endure the ache when he could. Draco was starting to drift by time Harry carried him back to the bedroom. Draco was only a tiny bit resentful when he was placed on the dog bed, but that was washed away when Harry put his collar back on and shackled his ankles to the bed again.

Draco was about to lay down after kissing Harry goodnight when Harry said, “ah, ah, ah, my pet. What did we agree on last night?”

Draco cringed as Harry retrieved the straight jacket. Magically cleaned and open for wear.

At Draco’s hesitation, Harry said, “Only to sleep this time. Promise. And no hood.”

“Fine,” Draco sighed. He had agreed after all. Once he was strapped in snug, and plugged, his Master gagged him with the charmed panel again.

“Such a pretty thing you are,” Harry said, kissing the front of the gag. “Goodnight.”

“Hm,” Draco responded feeling held, and secure, and loved.