Pretty Thing

When Harry’s Kitty woke after his nap, he spent the rest of the night just crawling around, receiving pats and affection, and being toyed with by Harrys whim. At one point, Harry pulled out his cock and came on Draco’s gagged face. He then left Draco horny and messy while he showered and prepared Dinner.

The kitty outfit came off whole Draco ate from his bowl, and after a quick shower, Draco was locked in his straight jacket. Harry smiled at him. “Your nipples look so cute in this jacket.” He tweaked Draco’s nipple ring.

“Thank you, Sir.” Draco said on a moan and a flirty smile. “They feel quite suckable,” he added, biting his lip.

Harry laughed and shoved the panel gag in Draco’s mouth. “That’s why I have to gag you. You’re such a needy slut. Can’t help yourself, can you?”

Draco couldn’t respond, so he nuzzled Harry’s neck affectionately. Smiling, Harry ran his hand through Draco’s hair and kissed his gag. He then attached the lead to Draco’s collar, and led him back to the bedroom.

“Mn?” Draco’s brow furrowed. They weren’t about to go to bed now, were they?

Harry ignored Draco, grabbing him by the back of the neck. He shoved Draco violently, and the blonde cried out as he fell over the side of the bed. Before Draco could process, Harry pulled out his plug and shoved right in. Harry groaned and Draco screamed into is gag again, his walls clenching spastically as Harry slowly drew most of the way out again.

Then Draco was getting fucked hard. Harry kept his hold on Draco’s neck, pressing his other hand into Draco’s back as he drove his hips forward again and again. Draco struggled to get a full breath through his nose as Harry pressed him into the mattress.

If he’d been coherent, he’d know the gag would disappear if he was really suffocating, but the burning stretch and Harry’s huge cock dragging over his prostate drove all thought from his mind. He was only instinct and sensation. Then Harry leaned over, his chest pressed to Draco’s back as he caught Draco in a headlock. Draco gasped, going light headed.

The gag did disappear, something he only vaguely registered as his tongue lolled out of his mouth. The edges of his vision were turning white.

Harry growled as he came, biting hard on the back of Draco’s neck. Draco could feel Harry’s warm spunk filling his insides in spurts, and Harry’s deep moan rumbled through Draco’s body and in his ear with each, releasing Draco’s airway. The blonde slave gasped, chest heaving and apparently barely conscious as Harry used his plug to push the come that leaked out back in.

Harry kissed the sweaty back of Draco’s neck as he wordlessly summoned the panel gag from where it was banished to when Draco couldn’t breathe. Draco groaned softly as Harry lifted his chin from behind to press the gag back in. He opened his mouth slightly to accept it again though, and Harry murmured, “Good boy. My slave is so good for me.”

Draco was left bent over the mattress as Harry first slipped a pair of lacy white panties up Draco’s pale legs, then again knelt to attach his shackles that connected him to the bed. Harry kissed his way back up from Draco’s ankles to his neck, giving special attention to bruises on his thighs and backside that twinged as he pressed them with his lips.

Harry spent a long time kisssing the back of Draco’s neck, running his tongue over salty, sweaty skin above the collar. Draco moaned, loving the way Harry could make him feel loved when he was being devoured, and make him feel he was being devoured when showing his love. He glanced back at Harry, who caught his eye, smiled, and planted one last kiss on his cheek.

Then he grabbed Draco’s the hair and dragged him off the bed. Draco screamed as he was thrown onto the dog bed and blindfolded. “My pretty slave should try to sleep. Tomorrow I’m going to take my time wrecking him, and it’ll only be more painful if you’re already tired.”

“Mn!?”

Harry walked away and the door closed.

Draco’s heart was beating wildly. It sounded like the next day would either be very fun, or very painful. Hopefully both. With nothing else to do in darkness, Draco adjusted, curling more fully in the plush bed and trying to relax enough to sleep as ordered.

~~~

Draco woke in darkness still, sleepy and at first a little panicky as the sensations attacking his senses confused him. “Shh,” Harry breathed in his ear as he thrust in again. “Shh, relax. Just take it.”

Realizing, Draco fought his instincts and at least stopped moving, breathing hard. He thought he was still on the floor, but he wasn’t sure.

He was on his back, folded nearly in half as Harry leaned over him, hugging his legs together and thrusting into his arsehole with abandon. He took Draco’s right nipple in his hand, pulling hard and rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers. Draco moaned, back arching as Harry flicked at the nipple ring before pulling again. It felt soooooo good. Then Harry switched his attention to the other side, pinching hard. Draco moaned again, shaking his head as the sensations threatened to overwhelm him.

“That’s it. You were made to take what I give you, Bitch.”

“Mm, hm-m-m!” It came out choppy as Harry fucked him harder. But it was true. Draco loved this. He was born for this, for Harry. He belonged in Harry’s bondage, with Harry’s cock buried up his arse. He belonged at Harry’s mercy, for Harry to hurt and fuck and love as he pleased.

“I just love this,” he said. “Waking up to my slave at my feet, gagged and helpless, chained up until I want him. Fuck,” Draco yelped as Harry drove in particularly hard. “I could do this everyday. I wish I could keep you like this all the time.”

“Mmm,” Draco groaned, his cock stirring to life as Harry hit his prostate again. Harry grabbed it, and started tugging roughly, the bit of pain from Harry’s dry fist electrifying the pleasure as it built in Draco’s stomach.

“Mm, go on and come, you absolute slag. Let the first today be at the same time as mine. I’m so close. So,” Harry groaned, “so close.” Draco’s hips ground in time to Harry’s unyielding thrusts. He was so close, unable to signal and relieved he had permission. He was drowning in sensation so thoroughly, he completely missed the ominous proclamation that this would be the first today. Draco came seconds before Harry, releasing a strangled cry into the gag as tears soaked the blindfold. His come his his own chest and stomach in thick ribbons that Harry immediately began to lap up, dragging his tongue in long stripes over salty skin.

He moaned as Harry finished, still pumping Draco’s spent cock and licking. Harry’s hand and hips and mouth stilled, and he pulled out as they both panted.

There was a gentle clinking of chains as Harry turned Draco on his side, sealing in his spend with the plug. He then pulled Draco’s panties back up and tucked Draco’s softening member inside—Draco had forgotten he’d gone to bed in them—before he helped Draco sit up. He kissed the panel gag, and Draco leaned in blindly, wishing to reciprocate affection.

Draco hummed sleepily into the gag as Harry started to remove the straight jacket, gag, and blindfold. His eyes here still closed when the blindfold came off, and he had to force one eye open to see Harry’s bemused smile. “Sleep well?”

“I fear I’m getting used to the straight jacket and gag. I think I fell asleep almost immediately.”

Harry’s smile turned mischievous. “And the blindfold?”

Draco shrugged. “I could take it or leave it.”

“How do you feel about making this bondage your permanent pajamas when we move in?”

Draco gave it a serious thought. “I have to wake up before you most days for work. And I go to bed before you get home sometimes.”

Draco could use magic to get it on, but they both knew he didn’t like using magic during play. He liked to feel totally helpless. That was why Harry had taken his wand at the start of their trip.

“What if I enchant it? It will strap you in as you lay down, and release you when you get up. If I’m home, I just strap you in myself before we get in bed.”

“Hmm,” Draco leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Harry’s shoulders and kissing his cheek. “We can try it when I move in. As long as you ward the house to stop Weasley and Granger walking in on me. I know you let them walk in whenever they want.”

Harry laughed, patting Draco’s back. “I already told them I’d be changing their access if you agreed to move in. They understand. They don’t know I want to string you up on my office wall and whip that pretty arse, but they still don’t want to walk in on me bending you over a desk either.”

Draco cleared his throat and his cheeks reddened. Indeed, Granger had caught Harry and Draco in Harry’s office before. Luckily she came in after Harry had fucked Draco’s throat as he lay tied to the massive oak desktop. Harry had only just released him to “Destroy that tight little pucker.”

Draco had been a drooling mess and mortified.

Still, looking back on the memory of what came before the embarrassment was…

“Oh, already?” Draco blushed again as Harry noticed his growing erection while snapping on the lead.

“Yes, Sir. I was remembering you fucking my throat that day.”

Harry smiled fondly, and tugged Draco forward. Draco crawled obediently to his bowls, where Harry leaned on the counter while he cleared his food bowl.

“You haven’t asked what the side effects from stopping the potion will be.”

Draco paused in lapping water and looked up at Harry. “I just assumed I’d feel ill, Sir.”

A devilish grin spread over his Master’s face.

“You’ve noticed, haven’t you, that you can come more than normal. Maybe a little more sensitive?”

Draco nodded slowly. It usually took him much longer to get hard again after coming than it did just now.

“When it’s leaving your body, the last twenty hours or so should be like you took an aphrodisiac. You’ll be desperate to get fucked and to come. That starts tomorrow, though. Today I’m just going to play with you any way I can think of.”

Draco’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “Wh-“

Harry shoved a ring gag in Draco’s open mouth.

“Ah!”

Harry shushed him.

“Calm down. You’ll have to endure quite a while, but don’t worry. I’ll be here, and it’s only going to enhance it when I hurt you like you like, my pretty pet.”

If it was really too much, Harry had a sleeping draft on stand by so Draco could just sleep it off instead, but he’d only tell him so if they needed it.

Draco whimpered. He was both thrilled and chilled at the prospect of the days and hours ahead. Harry knelt behind Draco and reached around to grab his cock.

“Hands behind your head,” Harry kissed Draco’s neck when he complied, and slowly began to work his shaft.

Harry kissed him again as he began to shake. He knew Draco liked being tied down with no choice to take what Harry gave him. Harry loved it too—Draco fully at his mercy—but he also loved this: making Draco keep his position on his own felt especially satisfying sometimes.

Harry owned this pretty blonde, and they both knew it. He would endure this humiliating ordeal of being made to come in the food bowl he’d been eating out of like an animal simply because Harry wanted him to. It was so cute the way he groaned through the ring gag forcing his mouth open. The drool dripped freely over his chest and cock. He gripped his hands tightly to keep his hands behind his head.

Draco was almost dizzy when he came, hips bucking pathetically into Harry’s hand. He watched his come splatter messily over his own surname on the ceramic. Harry stood, wiping his dirtied hand over Draco’s arse cheek. “Clean that out. Then come to me.”

“Ah,” Draco panted through the ring gag. Harry left it in place, so Draco had no choice but to messily lap at the mess, leaning close when he discovered Harry must have used a charm to stick the bowl to the floor.

Draco blushed as Harry walked away, so sure of Draco’s obedience he didn’t even stay to observe his shame. It took longer than Draco would have thought to do, angling his body this way and that to get it all.

Then, face covered in drool and smeared come, he crawled to Harry, who was reading in the arm chair. Harry smiled, putting down his book to praise Draco before positioning him on all fours in front of the chair.

Harry ripped off the panties he’d slept and come in, and sat on Draco’s back. He removed the ring gag and Draco then found his mouth stuffed with the white lace before Harry strapped on the red ball gag he liked using on Draco most.

“Hm,” Draco moaned softly. He couldn’t even move his tongue with the panties behind the ball. His cheeks were puffed out like a squirrel. Harry kissed the one cheek near the strap, and stood up off his back.

When Draco turned, he saw a metal contraption they’d talked about using, but hadn’t found the occasion for. His eyes widened, eyes roving over the cuffs that were sauntered onto the heavy metal frame that would lock in his wrists, arms, calves, ankles, waist and neck into position on all fours. Harry grabbed his hair, and tugged Draco forward.

Draco came without resistance, nervous and yet desperately wanting to meet Harry’s expectations. He was jerked around as Harry impatiently maneuvered him into place.

In moments, Draco was locked in, and to emphasize his helplessness, Harry tickled Draco’s side as he stood up.

“Mm! Nhm!” Draco jerked uselessly in place, and Harry laughed, spanking him hard once on his left arse cheek. Draco screamed, his eyes rolling back momentarily.

Harry then circled around his willing captive, and sat down on the sofa again, bringing his  feet up to rest on Draco’s back. “Such a pretty thing,” Harry said of his footrest before returning to his book.

If Draco thought Harry would keep his mind preoccupied, he was wrong. He couldn’t even shift his position, so he had to simply try to almost relax into it. He closed his eyes, breathing slowly through his nose, and let himself be Harry’s furniture. Be quiet. Be still. He wasn’t a man on all fours. He was a piece of furniture. A thing. And things don’t need to think. They just need to be useful.

After a while he was practically floating, his mind clear as he served his Master quietly. Harry shifted once in a while—crossing one ankle over the other or bracing his foot on Draco’s side like he might a real footrest. Once he got up, and Draco didn’t even begin to think about begging for release. Harry sat back down with his tea and sandwiches, and Draco wondered vaguely how long he’d been there before letting his mind clear again. He’d long since soaked through the panties in his mouth, and drool dripped steadily over his chin and the bar holding his neck in place.

A long while after that, Draco was suddenly being released. He didn’t notice his owner get up. He snapped back into his mind as Harry was releasing his ankles first.

Once his body was free, Draco sat back on his heels, looking up at Harry while still gagged. Harry smiled.

This was what he loved about turning Draco into an object— this soft, almost dazed and pliant Draco was so adorable. He also loved Draco’s normal self—sharp and reactive and perverted and desperate for Harry.

But this… was special. He liked the times like this when Draco was so open and relaxed. He took Draco’s hand, and pulled him up and then down onto the coffee table with his head hanging off the end. A few well placed wand movements tied Draco’s arms and legs to the table legs, and removed the ball gag.

Draco kept his mouth wide open with the soaked panties still inside. Harry yanked out the wad of fabric and pressed his hard cock inside. “Good boy, not trying to spit out your panties,” Harry praised his smart slave as he gagged on Harry’s girth, rewarding his  endurance and proactiveness with the removal of his gag reflex as he tried to swallow Harry’s cock down. Draco lay limp in his bonds as Harry gave a couple shallow thrusts with his hips.

“Oooh, yes, that feels so good. I’ve been thinking about this since you brought it up earlier. I love my little blonde cocksleeve.”

Draco swallowed messily, and Harry pressed in further, watching Draco’s throat bulge where his cock filled it. Draco began to tremble as he fought for air.

Harry eased back, watching Draco’s chest heave as he drew breath through his nose. Harry pressed in again, and Draco’s body tensed just a moment before relaxing. Harry could get more reaction if he played with Draco’s nipples or hardening cock but that’s not what he wanted right now. He wanted a toy, a cocksleeve that he could make a mess of without care.

Still, Draco began to twitch as he instinctively sought to breathe. Harry felt tears running up Draco’s forehead against Harry’s thighs. He eased back again, and Draco’s chest heaved even harder this time, but he still swallowed Harry dutifully when Harry pressed in slow again.

Then Harry started fucking Draco’s throat. Draco let out small wet gagging noises as he attempted to swallow Harry back on each thrust. He stuck his tongue out, working it around a moment before just sticking it out as far as he could to open wider.

Draco guessed correctly that Harry was about to pick up his pace, so tried to make it easier to take him back. Harry didn’t let up this time when Draco began instinctively fighting for air. His back arched off the table, unable to hold back the distressed noises as Harry continued fucking his throat. Little spots popped in Draco’s vision as Harry came, pressing in until his pubic hair scratch’s Draco’s chin. Draco could feel Harry’s sack twitching against his forehead as his Master’s seed was spilled down his throat.

Harry pulled out quick, covering Draco’s mouth and nose before he could draw breath, forcing him to swallow first. Once he did, he was allowed air, and the first rush of breath left him dizzy. He lay there, limp and breathing heavily as Harry sighed contentedly.

Harry left Draco tied to the table and fed him lunch in that position. Draco thanked Harry dazedly, sure he’d never look at baked chicken the same way. Draco was released long enough to stretch and for Harry to massage his shoulders briefly before his arms were bound tightly to his torso behind his back, and his legs were tied together at the thigh, Above and below the knee, and at the ankle.

“What color is my toy?” Harry asked, easing Draco awkwardly from the table to lay on his stomach over Harry’s knees.

“Green,” Draco breathed.“ your sloppy little toy is ready to be good, Master.”

Harry spanked Draco once hard, eliciting a yelp, Harry laughed and rubbed his tender arse.

Draco knew Harry was going to gag him. The moaning and muffled noises of pain, pleasure, and desperation were Harry’s favorite thing. Not to mention the control that came with having silenced Draco Malfoy’s silver tongue.

So, in this brief moment Harry left him with his speech, Draco took the opportunity to ask for something.

“Sir?”

“Yes?” Harry squeezed Draco’s arse and thigh.

“Are you going to spank me?”

“Yes. I’m going to make this pretty round arse all red again. Why? Got a request for the tool I use?”

“N-no. I-if I can take my spanking like a good little stut, will you…will you fist me again?”

Harry’s eyes widened, and a devilish grin spread over his face. “Oh? My slave liked when I ruined his greedy hole did he? Liked taking my whole fist?”

“Yes, Master. Please ruin this naughty slut for being so needy. Please hurt me and mess me up.”

Harry brought a silently summoned paddle down on Draco’s arse without warning. Draco cried out, then said quickly, “Th-Thank you, Master.”

“You don’t have to thank me for these. Instead, count for me. I don’t feel like doing it.”

“Yes, Master.” SMACK! “Two,” Draco breathed out.

SMACK!

“Three,” just focus on breathing.

Draco kept count, his eyes glazing over as the pain built to a point he could just barely force himself to lie still and take. He trembled with the effort, gasping out each number as his mind went mostly blank. In his trancelike state, Draco barely registered the spankings stopping after thirty six. He opened his mouth when Harry told him to, and bit down when told to bite.

“I don’t know if I’m done yet. Hold the paddle while I play with this hole.”

“Hm,” Draco hummed softly, laying his head down on the pillow and closing his eyes. The plug came out with a pop, and Draco’s walls clenched around nothing. He’d probably be wearing a plug almost at all times after this trip. He felt so empty without it now.

Harry started with two slicked fingers, probing and pulling at Draco’s rim.

Draco moaned around the handle of the paddle, his smarting arse pulsing with each push and push pull. Harry added a finger and pulled hard. Draco screamed, trying vainly to ease the pain by arching his back into it.

Harry chuckled and kept going. Draco’s heart was starting to beat harder, his breath coming as loud morning and moaning. His hips worked involuntarily, his cock hard and dripping uselessly between Harry’s legs onto the cushions and the floor.  Harry’s free hand roved Draco’s body where he could reach, rubbing his bruised arse, thighs and lower back, dragging his blunt nails painfully down Draco’s back and over the bruises. the deeper pain caused Draco’s chest to heave and his eyes to roll back. His nipples were being rubbed and pulled slightly by the ropes over his torso, and he loved that too.

He moaned again. He wanted to beg hairy to shove his thick hand in and wreck his hole already, but he wasn’t allowed to speak with his mouth full. He was tempted to anyway, but he was afraid of the punishment changing from the standard fifty lashing hexes to Harry stopping and “putting him away”. he was a toy for Harry today, and toys that don’t work properly don’t get punished, they just don’t get played with.

Then Harry did it, he shoved his whole arm in Draco’s arse right to mid-forearm.

Draco choked, and Harry paused. “Open.”

Tears streaming down his cheeks, Draco did, and Harry used his free hand to pull out the paddle. He expected a gag, but instead what seemed like a shorter dildo entered his mouth. Grateful his gag reflex was still gone,  Draco swallowed around the thing as the head settled right at the back of his throat, kept there by a strap that magically snaked around his head and locked it in place. He had to try and keep his head tipped back when Harry let go to keep his throat open enough to breathe. Something Harry helped with when a second later, his hair was tied to his arms by spell, forcing his head back. Draco closed his eyes, trying to force himself to relax again.

Fists that balled when the dildo hit the back of his throat opened and went limp. Tense shoulders relaxed. His legs fell back against the cushions he’d lifted them from. He took a deep breath to remind himself he could. Still, his hole burned as Harry’s arm stretched it wide. His own cock twitched, and he felt Harry’s hard member pressing his side.

Harry rubbed his toy’s lower back, “That’s a good cocksleeve. You deserve what I give you, don’t you?”

“Mm, hm.”

“You like what I give you.”

“Mm, hm.”

Harry started to fuck Draco with his fist, and Draco choked back a scream. His whole abdomen spasmed painfully and his hips jerked.

“Did you come?” Harry asked, bemused, still  pumping his fist on and out of his slave.

Draco shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut. He was close though.  “Really? How boring. I was hoping for an excuse to humble you again.”

Draco moaned, his eyes rolling back. It hurt, and felt so goooood.

“Come then, if you can.” Harry said.

Draco didn’t need telling twice. Instead of bucking with Harry’s fist to minimize friction on his prostate, Draco practically humped into the fist instead.

Harry gripped Draco’s throat, and no safety spell saved him from the gag this time as he gasped for air. Stars exploded in Draco’s vision, and he came hard, letting out guttural screams around the phalic gag along with a cascade of drool. Harry kept fucking him through it until Draco’s moans turned to whines and he began futilely trying to escape the large hand still fucking his arse hard. He still couldn’t breathe, and this time when his eyes rolled back, everything went dark.

…

Draco really was getting used to sleeping tied up. When he woke, he didn’t even question why he couldn’t move. The position was what surprised him. He could see Harry from here, his back to Draco as he stood at the stove in the kitchen.

He was on his stomach on the table, legs bent toward his arse and attached to a spreader bar. His arms were pulled back and strapped to the thing as well in the middle. He could tell his arsehole was spread around something large, and Harry had caged his cock.

Draco jumped when something hot hit his back, and it was then he realized: this was a repeat of their first night on vacation. Draco was to be table decor again. More candles than last time floated over top of him, dripping hot wax over his back and arse and thighs.

It was so hot, the idea of Harry continuing to use him while he was unconscious. He’d done it a few times now on this trip, and Draco was even more excited about the prospect of moving in with Harry now.

“You’re awake,” Harry said.

Draco looked up at his Master when he approached the table. “Hm,” he hummed through the ballgag.

Harry ran a gentle hand through Draco’s hair, and then pulled a vase of flowers toward himself. “You like this vase?” Harry asked, holding up the curved thing. “There’s one just like it in your arse. That greedy hole swallowed the whole thing up right away. You didn’t even flinch in your sleep, you cock-hungry slut.”

“Hm,” Draco nodded. In agreement. He was a slut, a whore for Harry. The first night, Harry did promise to leave him gaping by the end of the week. He’d kept his word.

Harry smiled, then slapped Draco’s right cheek.

“Ungh, Hanch yuh, Shuh,”

Harry slapped the left.

“H-Hanch yuh, Shuh.”

Harry smiled, then silently began adding flowers to it and Draco’s skin. They were enchanted, and clung beautifully where Harry put them. He removed Draco’s gag, and again placed the head of a rose in his open mouth. The last was what looked like a crown of flowers, but instead of sitting on his head, it slipped down over Draco’s eyes, blinding him.

“Beautiful.”

“Hah,” Draco didn’t have to blush. His cheeks were still red from Harry slapping him. Harry smiled, and returned to the kitchen to plate his food.

Harry sat down to eat facing Draco, looking up every now and again to watch as Draco allowed his drool to drip past the flower onto the table. He only gave the barest flinch once in a while as the wax coated his pale skin. Being used by Harry all day had primed him well to be still and silent.

After a while, Harry stood to clear his plate. Draco must have heard him, but he waited patiently for attention.

He shivered when Harry blew out the candles, and gave only the barest whine dumping the rest of the melted wax on Draco’s exposed balls.

Harry removed the flower from Draco’s mouth, leaning in and kissing him deeply. He explored every bit of Draco’s mouth with his tongue, lapping at the drool on Draco’s chin before he pulled away. The vase was carefully removed-Draco moaned as Harry worked it out. He set the wet thing where Draco could see after the blindfold was removed before releasing Draco’s legs. Draco stared at the vase. It’s widest point was just a little wider that Harry’s fist had been, he supposed. Still, it was hard to imagine something so big inside him.

He jumped when Harry prodded the inside of his surely still gaping hole.

Dracos hands were no longer connected to the spreader, but were still cuffed behind his back. He lay on the table, waiting for his next order.

Then Harry moved back. Draco looked up, watching as Harry sat in a chair he’d moved to the center of the kitchen. He was sitting behind Draco’s food bowls.

“You know which cuffs you have on, don’t you?”

Draco’s heart leapt. The first pair he’d worn for Harry-albeit accidentally. They wouldn’t come off until Draco made Harry come with his mouth. “May I come to you, Master?” Draco’s asked.

Harry smiled. “Careful getting off the table,” he said.

“Yes, Sir.”

Draco had to ignore the pain when he rolled onto his fresh bruising to sit up. He got off the table easily enough, being so tall, and went to kneel before Harry. He started to lean toward Harry’s cock, which Harry had kindly taken out of his slacks for him, but Harry made him pause.

He summoned the flower blindfold, and slipped it over Draco’s grey eyes again. “Go on,” he allowed.

Draco leaned down, tongue out. He located Harry’s cock, and followed it to the tip where he used his tongue to tip the whole glorious length in his mouth. He gagged, the effect from the spell finally gone, but Harry didn’t restore it. He let Draco choke and gag as he swallowed Harry back, then began bobbing his head,sucking hard and pulling back slightly once in a while to catch his breath and lick up the underside of Harry’s cock.

Draco felt his own cock trying to stir in the cage and his gaping hole fluttered around air as Harry’s moans turned him on again.

Harry let Draco lead longer than expected, but finally snapped and gripped his head and started fucking it.

Draco gagged again, eyes rolling back as the pain went right to his own center. He choked on Harry’s come when it hit the back of his mouth. Harry ignored this and thrust right to the back, pressing Dracos nose into his pubic hair as he shot the rest of his load down Draco’s throat.

Draco gasped when Harry pulled out, dazedly realizing the handcuffs had fallen off and bringing his hands forward to rest on Harry’s knee. He rested his head on his hands, exhausted.

He was still blindfolded as Harry gently rubbed his shoulder, “tired?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Eat, then come to the bedroom so I can clean you up and put you to bed.”

“Yes, Master.”

The blindfold was removed, and Draco sat up so Harry could get up to finish clearing the table. Draco bent to his bowl and ate somewhat mindlessly. He was so, so tired. Technically, he’s spent a lot of his day waiting. still, the marathon of strict positions and short as they were, bouts of intense, physical activity left him very drained. He went to the bedroom, where Harry was sitting on the bed in his own pajamas already. He patted his thigh when he saw Draco crawling in, and obediently the blonde went and sat beside his master on the floor.

Hair produced a damp rag, and began wiping Draco down with it. It was probably enchanted since he didn’t need to restore my chair and yet Draco was left feeling very clean after just one swipe. The remnants of wax were cleared away instantly. Harry left Draco’s bruises untreated this time. Perhaps because I was the last day of intense play.

Once the slave was clean, Harry strapped on the panel gag first. He held up the straight jacket for Draco, who crawled forward and immediately slipped his arms inside. He leaned on Harry’s knee while Harry gently brushed his hair out, praising his efforts from the day.

“You were perfect today, Draco. I’m so proud of you. Today you were my stool, my toy and my vase. You took your spankings and my fist like a good slut, and endured the candle wax when I know you don’t like it, and you made me come. You even remembered to thank me properly for slapping you like you deserve. Who would ever have thought pure blood, high borne Draco Malfoy was born to be my perfect pretty little slave?”

“Hm,” Draco hummed. For really the first time since that morning, Draco was starting to surface from subspace, and it was leaving him feeling the most vulnerable he had all day. Sensing this, Harry moved Draco up to the bed, still taking a moment to shackle his ankles before he returned to cuddling his bound submissive. He stroked Draco’s back, whispering more praise, and Draco leaned in, nuzzling closer to Harry. This is why he wasn’t a huge fan of the dog bed. He liked the idea of submission served at Harry’s feet, but he liked this more. He liked being held by Harry—bound or not—and listening to the heartbeat of the man he loved. He was safe here, he was loved here, and he loved Harry too. He couldn’t tell Harry so, so he nudged a little closer still, hoping his feelings came through. He let Harry’s words and his heartbeat and warmth carry him to sleep.