Humble
Draco was on his back, legs pressed up til he was folded nearly in half, his ankles were tied to the legs of the long coffee table above his head. Draco’s torso was pulled forward, his arms pulled out over the tops of his thighs and tied off under the table. A shorter bit of rope connected his collar and the humbler, at the same time chains connected his gag to his freshly pierced nipple rings, so he couldn’t look away from Harry’s torture without adding to it.
The nipple rings had been the compromise this time. Draco let Harry pierce him, and heal him enough to play with them immediately, and in exchange put a timer on the humbler instead of keeping it on Draco all night. Draco had wanted to pierce his nipples anyway, so for once he’d thought he was coming out ahead… until Harry had him tied down and announced he was making full use of his two hours by starting with a caning.
With thighs and arse stripped in deep bruising and even some blood from broken skin, Draco was now sobbing incoherently as he was tied down on the dining table so Harry could slap and pinch and strike his balls with the riding crop unimpeded. The humbler had spikes that jutted into the tender flesh at the back of his thighs as he struggled to remain still and flinched and jumped and twitched anyway.
“Mmmm!” He screamed into the oversized ball gag as a particularly sharp blow landed squarely on his right bollock. Harry evened it out a second later, and Draco choked on the second cry. He gasped, struggling to breath through tears and a running nose as Harry took a break from the riding crop and stepped closer.
“Look at my pathetic little slave,” Harry squeezed Draco’s exposed balls, making him buck and cry out again. His tears blinded him as Harry leaned closer to kiss a bruise on his arse cheek.
Draco was shaking, mind numb and mentally and physically exhausted. Harry smiled at the sight, leaning downward to kiss his sternum, then the saliva dripping ball gag in Draco’s mouth.
Harry suddenly hopped up on the table, kneeling in front of Draco, stroking his own thick, hard, cock.
“You’re so pretty,” he said. It hurt when Harry stoked Draco’s cock also, and the pleasure laced with liquid fire that made him cry harder. Harry laughed at Draco’s shivering whimpering and trembling legs. Harry rose up a little on his knees, lining up the head of his cock with Draco’s pulsating hole.
Draco whined, trying to shake his head. He stopped as the humbler and his nipples were both pulled by the movement. Harry rocking his body as he fucked him in this position would hurt even more though, so he cried out in fear, “mm-mm!”
Harry ignored all protest as Draco still wasn’t using his safe sound, instead pressing in as he gripped Draco’s hair and licked the ball gag in Draco’s mouth. He pressed his hips forward, resting his weight into Draco, and Draco spasmed and cried out. He’d forgotten the spikes on the humber that Harry was now driving into his bruises.
Harry let out a small, contented sigh before he started to fuck Draco.
Draco cried out again and again. His nipples we’re pulled and felt like they may tear as he fought to keep his head from dropping back, his hips were aching, his bruised thighs were pressed by cruel spikes and his hole burned as Harry stretched him relentlessly. Draco’s balls felt like they may just rip off. It all felt so, so bad, but soooo good as the pain mingled with the shocks of pleasure when Harry’s cock dragged over his prostate repeatedly.
Harry set and kept a brutal pace, slamming into Draco, and spurred on by the way his slave’s face twisted in near agony laden pleasure. The little squeaks and gasps and whines made Harry salivate and he wanted more.
He leaned over Draco, pressing his weight into the backs of his thighs again as he leaned down to bite his Draco’s neck, licking the tender spot, suckling a bit before he bit his slave hard again on the shoulder. With each one, Draco’s breath stuttered and he stiffened.
Despite the pain…because of the pain Draco’s mind was mush. He was just a toy with no recourse, no choice but to just feel and take what his Master gave him. He loved it. He loved this part where he just was as a bundle of nerves with holes for his Master to fuck and plug and play with as he pleased.
Draco’s eyes rolled back as Harry’s hard cock dragged repeatedly over his prostate. The only thing keeping him from from coming was the pressure on his balls from the humbler. He whined. He was so close, yet miles away.
Harry came though, pressing deep into Draco to release. Draco watched his Master toss back his head, groaning in satisfaction.
Draco was a mess, tear stained cheeks reddened and dripping drool from the ballgag nonstop. Harry sighed as he pulled out, using a finger to scoop up the come that dribbled out and pushing it back inside before shoving a dildo in instead.
Draco groaned as the dildo started to slide back out. Harry grabbed it and shoved in all eight inches to the base. Draco screamed out, panting and gasping as Harry secured the toy in place with the wave of his wand. Then Harry checked his watch. “You’ve got twenty more minutes.”
Draco let out a whining cry of anguish as he trembled. He couldn’t take any more.
But Harry laughed as a timer went off. “Just kidding.”
Draco glared, and Harry grabbed and squeezed his bollocks, eliciting a sharp cry. “Careful, Slut. I haven’t let you out yet.”
Draco nodded quickly, more tears in his eyes as he tried to remain still while Harry untied him.
Eventually, Draco was left lying on his stomach on the table, body limp. The ropes and humbler were gone, but Draco was still gagged and the huge dildo still stuffed his sore arse.
Harry was admiring his work, running gentle fingers over the imprints from the spikes and the striped bruising of the cane and Draco’s surely purple and swollen balls. His cock was limp, even with Harry touching him gently. He was drained. Then Harry leaned down and sank his teeth into the back of Draco’s thigh.
Draco jolted, crying out in the gag and looking back to see Harry kiss the mark he just made. Harry stood up, and pressed Draco’s head back to the table. “Shh, be still, Slave.”
Draco closed his eyes. What was Harry planning next? Next moment, Draco’s wrists and ankles were getting dragged out toward the corners of the table and tied off. He let out a small whine, but didn’t resist. He didn’t have the energy to. He couldn’t believe Harry still did.
Once Draco was secured, Harry pulled out the large ballgag, massaging Draco’s jaw a bit before he replaced it with the panel. “Comfortable?”
“Mm,” Draco hummed, closing his eyes again.
Harry waved his wand and Draco was blindfolded. “You took your punishment so well,” Harry praised, kissing Draco’s shoulder. “Rest here while I make dinner. I’m not done with you yet.”
So much for letting Draco rest.
Draco hummed his understanding. Harry yanked Draco’s head off the table by the hair to gently place a pillow beneath it, then pulled Draco’s cock downward, so it rested on the table pointing down between his legs.
Then Draco was left alone.
Draco lie there, listening to Harry moving about in the kitchen, the smells of delicious food wafting to Draco as he wondered how Harry might have tied the ropes under his cloak if they’d kept their dinner reservations. He felt sort of bad for stealing Harry’s moment, asking him to move in. Harry was a romantic at heart—always bringing Draco little gifts and flowers, pampering him, thinking of him. Draco, of course, repaid Harry plenty in affection and submission.
Draco shifted, and his balls pulsated, and his guilt was gone in an instant. This was more than a fair trade. In fact, Draco was glad he stole Harry’s glory.
Suddenly, the dildo in Draco began to move. He cried out as it slowly fucked him, dragging out…pressing in… out… in…
Draco moaned. magically applied lube kept the thing gliding smoothly, but Draco’s hole still burned with the drag and stretch. Was Harry watching? Did he know Draco’s orgasm was building again from being impaled repeatedly on this toy?
Another sensation started: a gentle stroking sensation like Harry was dragging his fingers up and down Draco’s hardening cock. Draco moaned, rolling his hips and tugging at his bonds as the dildo also picked up speed. Draco breathed hard through his nose, which was running again as he bit down on the flat part of the gag.
He was close. So so close. He tried to signal Harry, still unsure his Master was paying attention.
Draco’s orgasm was dragged from him slowly. The sensations in his cock continued and the dildo fucked him through each wave of pleasure. He groaned as his balls painfully tightened and he came on the table between his legs.
He moaned as the last of the strength left him and he collapsed on the table, limp in his bonds as the dildo fucked itself into position deep inside him before coming the a rest.
Draco panted, and couldn’t even summon the energy to be startled when Harry said, “What a messy Slut you are right now. You feel good?”
Draco nodded, “mm hm.”
Harry ran a hand down Draco’s back. “I can tell. My slave loves being tied up and stuffed with my toys and come, doesn’t he?”
“Mm-hm,” Draco agreed.
“Oh, how I love my pretty slave.”
“Mm.” Draco turned blindly to Harry’s voice, which had circled to his other side. Harry pressed a kiss to the small of Draco’s back, and then slowly removed the dildo. Draco groaned softly as the thing was replaced by a smaller plug.
“You want the restraints on or off while I treat some of this?”
Draco thought for a moment before grunting twice. Almost immediately, the restraints released his wrists and ankles, and Harry carefully guided Draco into a kneeling position on the edge of the coffee table before removing the blindfold and gag. Harry reached for the collar, but Draco blocked his hand. “Not that one,” he said.
Harry smiled. “If you’re taking a break, it should be all the way so we don’t blur the lines.”
“You left the plug in,” Draco pouted in protest. “And you won’t let me get dressed will you?”
“You’re right. Fine, fine,” Harry chuckled. “But you’ll have to take it off for a moment in the bath.”
“Fine,” Draco agreed, allowing Harry to take his hand and guide him into lying on his side on the sofa. Draco winced as his thighs pressed his balls, and spread his legs a little to ease the pressure. He didn’t particularly love ball torture. He didn’t hate it either, but he much preferred the after effects of a spanking to CBT.
“Thank you for giving me access,” Harry said, summoning a small container containing the cream that would reduce Draco’s pain to a manageable level.
Draco scoffed, closing his eyes while Harry administered treatment. Harry then lifted Draco into his arms and carried him to the bathroom where he was deposited in a waiting tub of warm water. More pain soothing potions had been added, Draco could tell by the smell, and Draco sighed and his aches and pains were soothed.
Draco reluctantly surrendered his collar, and then Harry gently washed every part of Draco before leaving him to soak while he showered off himself.
Draco closed his eyes, crossing his legs in the deep tub and using his hands to make lazy currents in the water.
“Sleepy?” Harry asked, pressing a kiss to Draco’s forehead.
“Not too sleepy for dinner,” Draco said without opening his eyes.
A quick spell drained the tub and Draco was warmed and dried by another. The dinner Harry made was delicious, and though still naked, Draco enjoyed it sitting otherwise normally in his chair.
When Draco lay down his fork yawning, Harry waved his wand to set the dishes washing themselves by spell, and held out his hand to Draco. “Read a bit while we lay in bed?”
“Yeah,” Draco agreed. “Sounds nice.”
Draco tucked his hair back and moved to follow Harry to the room but Harry stopped him in the doorway. “Wait.”
“What?”
“I rescheduled the reservation, but there was something else I wanted to do tonight, and I don’t want to wait for it.”
“What’s that?”
A mischievous grin stole over Harry’s features. “Kneel and close your eyes.”
Draco raised a brow at Harry, but rolled his eyes and did as he was told.
Harry moved behind Draco, gently lifting Draco’s chin a fraction of an inch higher before circling him. He traced his path, trailing his fingers down Draco’s neck to his clavicle and following the line up to his shoulder, then around to the center of his back where he finally broke contact. Draco waited quietly, eyes closed and lips parted in curiosity.
Then Draco felt something small and cold settle on the the hollow of his throat and felt Harry secure a chain around the back of his neck. His heartbeat sped up just a tick. He loved when Harry bought him jewelry.
He wanted to open his eyes and look, but he waited until Harry moved back in front of him, getting a good look first before saying, “Go ahead and open.”
Draco opened his eyes and looked down as the gilded circular pendant upon his chest. He smiled as he laid a hand lovingly upon his first day collar. It matched his new nipple rings perfectly. He’d been asking…and Harry had answered. He bit his lip, and stood, practically jumping into Harry’s arms.
“The bigger collar will just be for play. This one is all the time. Understand?”
“Yes,” Draco said, kissing Harry passionately. “Yes. Thank you, Harry. Sir. Master…Yes. I love you.”
Harry smiled into Draco’s lips as he said back. “I love you too.”
Draco didn’t get to so much as crack open his book before he drifted off cuddling Harry in his bed. He could hardly be blamed. He was exhausted from the last couple days of intense play. Harry really was going to give him a full rest day the next day. It was almost their last on the trip after all, and Harry planned to make it one to remember.
Harry smiled at the sleeping blonde, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Oh, how he loved his pretty slave.