Chapter 2
Chapter 2
“Master Draco must wake up, NOW, the Dark Lord doesn’t like to be kept waiting”, Mippy’s annoying voice shouted in his ear.
“What time is it?” He asked sleepily, but still getting up because the Dark Lord really didn’t like to be kept waiting.
“4:30 Master Draco. He is wanting you in his rooms. Mippy will take you now.”
“Wait a minute, Mippy! I’m not even dressed!” Draco panicked.
“He is not minding your dress, Master Draco. He is wanting you now. We must go NOW!”
The elf looked panicked, too. Mippy, who was the calmest of their elves, panicked? Now Draco was scared. But he didn’t have the time to gather his spirits that he was apparated right outside his parent’s rooms, now the Dark Lords. He had been living with them for a few weeks now, and it didn’t seem like he was anytime leaving soon.
Mippy knocked at the door and announced “Little master Malfoy for you, Master Dark Lord” before disapparating. Draco tried to get his trembling body under his control as he heard heavy steps getting closer to the door. After a few seconds, his father’s pale face appeared through a crack in the door. He looked serious and not at all surprised to see him there, but Draco knew that he couldn’t trust his father’s facial expressions. He was the one that had taught him about the mask after all. But seeing his father gave him the little shake he needed to get his body in check and stop trembling.
With a little jerk of his head, Lucius told him to get inside and kneel before their master. He stayed standing behind him, as if to block his only way out.
“Little masssster Malfoy, is it?” Said the raspy voice of their lord, sitting in the throne like chair that had been made for him just last week. “I think it is time to rectify thissss, don’t you think?” He asked, holding Draco’s chin in his cold right hand.
“Yes, my lord”, he answered, hoping that his voice didn’t sound as shaky as it did to his ears.
“No need to be nervousssss, good lad.” He said, letting go of his face and getting up from the throne. “You will have the honor to become a man before me, the greatest wizard that ever lived! Aren’t you happy? Aren’t you honored?”, he asked maniacally.
“Yes, my lord, I am ready to receive your mark.” Draco answered in a squeaky voice.
“You don’t sssssound like you are, but no matter, you will be anyway. But I do not think you are ready for my mark yet, you are ssssstill but a child! No you must become a man, and then receive my mark!”
Become a man first? What is he talking about? A duel?
“Do you know how a boy becomes a man, young Draco?”
“No, my lord.”
“You have not told him, Luciussss?” He asked disapprovingly.
“No, my lord, I have failed in this duty as well” Lucius apologized.
“No matter, it is easily remedied! Oh, I know! You shall be the one to turn him into a man! But sssssince you have not found pertinent to tell him before thissss, you shall not tell him what you are doing right now as well! Oh, I can jusssst ssssse how thissss magnifisssssent sssscene will be! Oh Luciusssss! Ssssilensssio!”
Draco saw that his father didn’t even try to speak, knowing that the spell was too powerful for him to overthrow. But now that his father couldn’t speak, how could he challenge him to a duel? And Draco didn’t have his wand on him either. What was he going to do?
“Now.” His lord’s attention turned to him again, and he felt the hint of imperio that his words sometimes held even without saying the curse. “You are to undress yourself and get unto you hands and knees, where you will not move until I tell you otherwise. You can, of course scream, beg and cry as you want.”
Draco slowly got up to take off his clothes, then got into the position his lord had demanded. His mind knew what was coming, he had suspected it since their Lord had started to talk about this "becoming a man" ordeal, but at the same time, he couldn’t process it. Was this really happening? Was Father really going to… make him into a man, as his lord had put it? Whilst he was on his hands and knees, in his parents - his master’s bedroom, for their master's amusement?
His Lord sat back on his throne and got comfortable as he watched Draco obey his command. After a minute, he yelled “Proceed!” and Draco’s torture began.
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As his lord had commanded, Draco couldn’t move, but he could beg. And beg he did, when he felt something pushing at his whole.
“Please! Please, there must be another way! I don’t want this! Please, stop! Father, please stop!”
The Dark Lord only laughed, as the pressure became greater at his entrance. Draco began to cry as the pressure really started to hurt, until he felt something pop and his father’s whole length penetrated him. It took him a few seconds until the burning sensation made it to his brain. And MERLIN it hurt! Like a small, concentrated crucio in his behind. And then his father started moving, and it was even worse! All draco could focus on was the pain that radiated into his whole being. It hurt, hurt, hurt, HURT!
"MAKE IT STOP!" he cried. But all he heard was laughter and a clapping sound… Was someone clapping in the room? No , a little voice told him in his head, that’s the sound of your father’s hips hitting yours!
Draco tried to move, to get away, but it was as if all of his limbs were caught in a snare. He could move them a little, but couldn’t get them off the ground. All the while, he could feel the movement inside of him getting faster and faster. Maybe it would be over soon? Draco hoped so. He couldn’t take much more of this. After a few minutes, his father went faster and faster, until he felt a warm sensation pooling inside of him. Yuck, Draco thought, he must avec come inside of me. At least it’s over, right? . He could feel his father’s softening member retracting from him. But Draco’s hope was crushed when he heard “Rennervate” and felt his father harden again.
And so began the slow torture of the Malfoys. At somepoint, after at least a few hours, since the sun had long since risen, the Dark Lord gave them both a potion to drink. Draco felt some stomach cramps afterwards, but couldn’t tell if they were caused by the potion, or by his inflating belly, full of what his father was… depositing… inside of him. When Draco or Lucius lost consciousness, their Lord brought them back so that they could continue their show.
Their lord seemed to get tired at some point and told them to take a nap, Lucius still connected to Draco's now swollen and bleeding hole, only to be woken up an hour later to continue. They were only told to stop when the clock chimed five and the sun was slowly rising on the Horizon.
“Get up! I am bored of you and in need of sleep.”
Lucius tried and failed to get up, falling back into his son. Draco, who had also been trying to get up, ended up flattened with the wind knocked out of him and his father's still hard shaft pushed as far inside him as it could go.
“Can you not do anything without my help, Lucius? Imperio!” Their irritated Lord shouted.
Draco also felt the floating feeling of the Imperio, and welcomed it for once. Anything to not have to feel this anymore… To forget how he had been used as an object for the last 24 hours. He saw more than he felt his limbs slowly moving towards his bedroom, transporting him to his bed, where he fell face first and fell asleep instantly.