Pretty Thing

Draco finally managed to sleep in late the morning after his punishment in the humbler. Harry served him breakfast in bed and checked over the marks from the week so far. Draco wasn’t ordered to follow or stay, but instead asked what he wanted to do for the day. Draco decided he wanted to go out and shop some more.

Draco was naked under his cloak again save his plug and the blue panties Harry made him wear. His nipple rings rubbing the fabric was a new sensation he’d have to get used to.

Harry let Draco take the lead, deciding what shops they went to and where to eat lunch. They ran into the owner from the spot they went to for breakfast the other day, who remarked Draco was such a different person than the other day—chalking it up to being out with Harry versus talking to strangers.

Draco smiled politely, and Harry laughed. “Yes, you’re so shy and demure with my come in your mouth,” Harry whispered when the restaurant owners waved and walked away.

“Of course,” Draco quipped back. “It’s impolite to talk with my mouth full, you know.”

“And I very much like filling your mouth.”

Draco’s eyes cut down to Harry’s crotch and back, and next moment, Harry was getting dragged to the nearest bathroom where Draco promptly dropped to his knees and sucked Harry off. Harry made Draco keep it in his mouth while they shopped the next store, where Harry picked out a couple souvenirs for Ron, Hermione and the Weasleys.

Draco was allowed to swallow as they walked back to their hotel room. Draco thought Harry may fuck him when they got back, but instead he was sent to shower, and dinner was waiting when he got back.

After dinner, they retreated again to Harry’s bed and read their books some more before just cuddling a while. Draco again fell asleep in Harry’s bed, and Harry let him stay, pressing a kiss to his forehead before settling to sleep himself.

When Draco woke, he was in Harry’s bed alone, still naked save for his plug and day collar. Harry had left him a glass of water and his dose of potion.

Draco drank both, sort of dreading the end of the week when he’d stop taking the potion. It was fine for this trip, but when taken long term, could cause him to be unable to properly process food at all. Apparently, Harry had been warned upon acquiring it that Draco would have some potentially adverse effects to quitting. Therefore this was Draco’s last dose so he’d have time to work through these effects before he needed to be at work the following Monday.

Draco didn’t mind though. Taking the potion all week had been his idea. He set down the empty glass and lay back in Harry’s pillows, running his fingers over his day collar. There was no clasp. The thing was magically sealed upon his neck. Harry owned him. Draco smiled at the thought, biting his lip. Then his fingers trailed from the ring on his collar to the rings in his delicate pink nipples.

He shivered as he ran his fingers over them. Harry had left a hickey and a bit mark on one of them. Draco must have been pretty far into subspace then, because he only vaguely remembered whimpering and moaning with pleasure when Harry had done it. Mostly he remembered the way Harry had brought the cane down upon the backs of his thighs a second later. Draco licked his lips, remembering, and at the same time reliving it as his thighs still ached in that exact spot.

The door opened, and Draco turned to see Harry leaning there, shirtless and with his sweatpants riding low on his hips again. “Morning,” Harry said.

“Morning,” Draco replied, smiling as he started playing with his nipple rings again.

Harry smiled back, waving his wand to pull down the blanket. Draco shivered, spreading his legs for Harry as he kept gently running fingers over his nipples, tugging the rings and flicking the hardened buds back and forth until his hips began to roll slowly and he started panting. Harry licked his lips, eyes on Draco’s movements. Draco was beginning to pant, but just as he started to reach for his cock, Harry snapped his fingers. “Stop. Come here and kneel.” He said, pointing to the floor as his feet.

Draco rolled out of bed, and walked over to Harry, kneeling at his feet with his palms up on his thighs.

“Good boy,” Harry stroked Draco’s mussed hair, and said, “Ready?” He held up Draco’s other collar.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you sure? Once I put it on, I’m not taking it off until you leave for work on Monday. Unless I hear the one word, my slave has no choice but to obey. No breaks unless I allow them, and my slut will endure all pain and pleasure by my whim until I remove this collar. Understand me?”

“Yes, Master. This Slut is yours to do with as you see fit, Sir, because his place is at your mercy.”

Harry smiled, clearly satisfied as he magically locked Draco’s play collar into place. “Well said, Slave.” He leaned down and kissed Draco’s forehead, and then his lips. “You are mine. If I want to hurt you, I will. If I slap you, you will thank me. If I want you to feel pleasure, you’ll take all I want to give you.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

“Go and eat, Pet, then come to the living room.”

“Yes,” Draco hesitated just a moment before deciding to crawl. He found his food waiting in his bowl and was a little embarrassed and proud to realize he’d gotten good at eating for a dog bowl pretty efficiently.

Draco then crawled to Harry in the living room. Harry was sitting in the armchair, and Draco’s book was waiting on the sofa. Draco hesitated only a moment before laying on the couch and opening to the marked page.

Absentmindedly, he toyed with his day collar as he read, and eventually his hand started to stray toward his nipples again.

“No,” Harry said warningly.

Draco whined, but returned his hand to his book. “Yes, Sir.”

“You like your nipple rings that much?”

Draco smiled sweetly at his owner. “Yes, Master. My nipples feel good, like they need to be played with, Sir.” He sort of hoped Harry would give in and suck and nibble at them.

“Hmm,” Harry hummed with a smile. “Soon, pet. But not now.”

Draco tried to give full attention to his book to avoid temptation to touch himself again. It wasn’t long before he was sucked into his book for real, immersed totally in the story. At some point, Harry brought out finger sandwiches that Draco munched on absently as Harry brushed his hair.

It seemed Harry decided Draco had rested enough, as he sid interrupt for Dinner. “Come,” Harry said, clipping on Draco’s lead.

“Yes,” Draco marked his page, and slipped from the sofa to crawl after Harry. Harry dropped the lead by the table and Draco made it to the kitchen only to find his bowl empty. Confused, he stood to get a better look and found Harry had left him a plate on the table. Harry was already in his chair, watching as Draco crawled again to his chair and pulled it out.

He froze, looking at the chair and up at Harry. There was a huge dildo there, affixed to the seat.

“Problem?”

“No, Master.” Draco said quickly. “May this slut remove his plug to sit on the seat Master prepared?”

“No. I’ll do it. Stand and bend over the table.”

“Yes, Master.” Draco stood, leaning over to rest his forearms on the table beside his plate. Harry stood, and slowly approached, running a hand over Draco’s back and up to the back of his neck. Draco shivered as Harry leaned over him, kissing the dimples at the small of his back.

Harry slowly worked the plug out, fucking Draco with it a moment until Draco groaned, closing his eyes and biting his lip again. Then Harry pulled the thing out, and Draco gasped as he felt his hole flutter around nothing. Harry then stepped back, patted Draco’s arse and said lightly, “enjoy your meal.”

“Y-yes,” Draco panted, eyes closed.

Draco heard his Master walk back to his seat, but had to remain where he was a moment, panting and trying to calm down some before starting to lean back and carefully lowering himself onto the toy. He was sure Harry was watching him close. Draco was moaning as he was forced to slowly fuck himself on the thing. His thighs burned with this squatted position, but it was very large and he had to work himself slowly down onto the hard shaft.

He hadn’t permission to touch himself, so he gripped the table for balance and to keep from touching his cock, which had gotten fully hard as Harry toyed with him using his plug. Finally Draco was fully seated, head thrown back and moaning as he rubbed bruised thighs together. He took a deep breath and grabbed up his fork.

His task was to eat.

The food was probably delicious, but Draco was barely registering it over sensation of his hole stretching wide around the toy. Once his plate was clear, he groaned when Harry said, “Good boy. Get up and follow me.” Harry walked away, leaving Draco alone to work slowly up off the thing again. It came out with a pop, and Draco panted before he sank to his knees and started to crawl to Harry.

Harry turned when Draco started to enter the room and smiled. He patted his thigh, silently summoning his pet closer and said, “good boy.”

When Draco drew close, Harry attached the lead to Draco’s collar, and said, “wait,”

so Draco sat with his back straight, and opened his mouth. He blushed as Harry slipped on the cat ear headband that perfectly matched his hair.

A training bit gag was wedged between his teeth and strapped on his head. He felt Harry click on little locks that would keep him from pulling it off if he wanted. Harry took up each of Draco’s hands in turn, kissing his palms before telling Draco to ball them into fists, slipping on leather mittens and locking those at the wrist as well.

Next belts were strapped around Draco’s thighs, and a short length of chain added to each meant he couldn’t stand up straight without pulling painfully on his nipples.

“Show me that hole, Kitty,” Harry said, and Draco carefully turned, lowering his face to his hands to arch his back and better present his arse. A moment later, Harry was gently working in a long plug. Longer than anything Harry used all weekend. The shape was irregular. At first smooth, then like Harry was forcing in several large beads.

Draco let out a small, distressed, “Ach,” as it continued. Now it felt like Harry was shoving in a dildo. It didn’t hurt. Harry had made him sit on the dildo while he ate to stretch him for the slightly wider part of the toy. Still he hadn’t been prepared for this deep deep feeling of being churned up inside. It wasn’t all in, and Draco was dreading removal. He moaned again.

“Shh,” Harry said, feeding it in further. “Quiet, slut.”

Draco squeezed his eyes shut, breathing heavily as Harry finally fixed the tail in place. He trembled, feeling so full it almost hurt.

Harry let go, patting Draco’s head before laying back on the sofa and opening his book. Draco turned, watching Harry, waiting… but Harry ignored him. Ten minutes later, Draco moved a little closer, cautiously nudging Harry’s leg with his encased hand and whining.

“Hush,” Harry said, pushing Draco’s hand away.

Draco panted, dropping his forehead to his hands again. He couldn’t sit down like this, nor move much at all. That had probably been Harry’s goal though. He lifted his head and pawed Harry again.

“Oh, poor kitty. You’re bored?”

Draco’s eyes widened at the sadistic gleam in Harry’s eye, and shook his head.

“Aw, don’t be shy now, Kitty.” Harry turned, setting his book aside, and Draco instinctively started to back away, but was snatched up by the hair and dragged up to his knees. Everything inside pressed, and Draco let out a cry from the ache. “Where are you going? You seem a little uncomfortable, so I’m going to help you out. Aren’t I kind?”

“Mm-hm,” Draco agreed, because though he liked some pain, the memory of the hours in the humbler were too fresh to risk being bratty.

Harry laughed, running his free hand up the length of chain currently pulling Draco’s right nipple.

He plucked it, and Draco’s body jolted as he let out a soft, “hm!” He was panting, watching Harry best he could past the part of the strap of the harness that passed over his face.

Harry licked his lips, as apparently making a decision. “Come on.” He pulled Draco along by the hair, dragging him to the center of the room. He yelped each time he fell behind shuffling on his knees, causing his nipple to be yanked again.

Harry stepped back, and waved his wand. Ropes slithered from shadows and over Draco’s skin.

He was already kneeling, and his legs were bound in that position. His arms were dragged behind his back where his forearms were drawn together. Yet more rope started to slowly lift Draco into the air. Most of his weight rested at his legs and torso, but his position was fixed when additional cords pulled his legs apart, his arms back in a strappado, and his neck forward so he could only look up and ahead window.

“Hm, nm,” Draco shifted here and there, but he was thoroughly immobilized. Harry came close, circling him, making murmuring the spell that monitored Draco for safety. Draco’s eyes widened. How long was Harry going to leave him hanging here!?

Harry caught his expression, and chuckled, reaching up to grip Dracos drool covered chin painfully. “How long you must endure is totally up to you, my beloved Slave Kitty. You were uncomfortable, I’m helping you by giving you a chance to relieve that. All you have to do is push the toy out.”

Draco’s eyes must be wide as dinner plates for Harry to laugh like that. Push it out!? All of this horrifically long toy?

“what? You want to keep it in until bedtime?”

Unable to even shake his head, Draco hummed, “mm-mm!”

Smack! Harry slapped him.

Blinking rapidly, Draco barely remembered the rule established this morning.

“Hanch y-yuh, Mashah,”

Harry grinned, pleased Draco had picked up on that one. “My slut is so smart.”

Draco couldn’t help the smile around his gag at the praise. “If you come without permission in shoving the whole thing back in and you get to start over, by the way.”

“Hm!?”

A very slow, very gentle stroking sensation started up the length of Draco’s cock. It wasn’t even enough to get him hard yet, but he knew his body, and it wouldn’t be long before he was feeling overstimulated.

He whined as Harry returned to the couch and opened his book. “Better get going. If I know that slutty little cock of yours, you’ve got an hour at most.”

Draco whined again, going red to his roots-mortified as he tried to focus on essentially shitting out this huge toy while he was dangling from the ceiling in front of his boyfriend.

No…Harry wasn’t just his boyfriend…Draco squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them and locked his gaze upon his Master-his owner. This was for his pleasure, not Draco’s. He liked to see Draco struggle, so Draco would struggle for him.

And struggle he did.

After an hour…or maybe it had only been ten minutes…or hours…Draco didn’t know. He had no sense of time anymore. Everything hurt except where he’d gone numb in his limbs. He was sweating profusely, his abdomen twitching with both the strain from forcing out the part of the toy and the effort to stop himself from coming. He had to stop and try to relax every so often, or he’d have come already. He was covered in drool down his front, and if it wasn’t for the ropes holding him up, he’d be collapsed on the floor.

He didn’t know when he started crying, or when Harry stood up, until Harry was suddenly standing before him, grabbing his face again.

“Hngh,” Draco sobbed, and Harry smiled, reveling in the pained expression, the unfocused gaze, the little noises his lover made. Harry loved that it was all for him—for his sole pleasure and entertainment. Harry’s spell was in effect, so he knew Draco was in no danger, but he was sure Draco must feel like he was.

“Halfway there,” Harry said, pressing the part Draco was trying to force out slightly back in.

Draco jerked in his bonds, crying out. His hole must be on fire, and say nothing of his abdominal muscles. Truthfully, Draco was already at the last section of the toy, but Harry liked to scare him a bit.

“My pretty slave, you look so pretty, falling apart. You look so pathetic, hanging here with this long thing hanging from your arse,” Harry kissed Draco’s drool covered gag. He reached down, palming himself through his jeans.

“Come on,” Harry said. “Keep pushing. You’re almost done with the beaded section.”

Draco sobbed, but eyes still unfocused and panting loudly around the gag, Draco nodded, “Mn.” A moment later, the thing hit the floor, and Draco was gently lowered as well a second later. He couldn’t relax though, as the stimulation on his cock was suddenly overwhelming. He screamed out, writhing. His arms and legs were still tied tight. His hair stuck to his sweat slicked face as he moaned helplessly.

“Good boy,” Harry was praising. He pressed Draco onto his side, holding him still. “That’s a very, very,” Draco screamed out and Harry groaned as Harry pressed into his warm hole right to the hilt. “Good kitty,” Harry sighed.

Draco sobbed, but was too tired to do more than lay there and take it. He screamed again as he came, and Harry fucked him hard through it, kissing his shoulder and neck where he could reach in this position.

Draco groaned as Harry finally came deep inside him.

It was several long minutes before Harry pulled out and started to untie Draco. He left on the mittens, kitty ears, and the gag harness, but once everything else was removed, Harry rolled Draco onto his front and took around twenty minutes massaging feeling back into his limbs.

Draco wasn’t allowed to talk with his mouth full, but hummed appreciatively and tiredly as Harry worked away much of the stiffness suspension always left him with. Finally, Harry slipped in a normally shaped, but still large tail plug, and patted Draco’s thigh affectionately before he left Draco lying on the rug.

Exhausted, when Harry got up, Draco simply turned on his side, and closed his eyes. He was so tired.

Harry watched his kitty pass out, and waved his wand to place the same spell on the bit gag that was on the one he gagged Draco with at night. If Draco showed signs of distress or difficulty breathing in his sleep, the gag would vanish. Another wave of his wand placed a pillow below Draco’s head.

Then Harry returned to his book and let Kitty rest. He would need it for what Harry planned for their last day of vacation.