Naughty boy.
Draco loved being called that. Mistress would tell him to do something, he would refuse like the little brat he was and she would paddle him like a naughty boy. That usually ended up in him being fingered and occasionally an orgasm. The times he was not granted an orgasm, he would suffer deliciously in silence, as his pleasure was his Mistress’ and not his to have.
Draco’s eyes fluttered shut and he bit his lip in pure pleasure as his Mistress sucked his cock. She loved doing that to him and he certainly didn’t mind. His breath hitched with an oncoming orgasm, but she let go of him with a pop right before he crested.
Hermione wiped her mouth with a discarded shirt and grinned. She loved keeping her pet in denial. “I have a surprise for you,” she said as she slid her shirt on.
He straightened up in the chair. “A surprise?” he said with a grin, eyes lighting up.
“Yes. The surprise will be here after dinner. Until then,” she paused and grabbed a cock ring. “You are to wear this. I don’t want you cumming until my say so.” Draco eagerly shuffled over to her so she could fit him into the ring. “Now, go about your business. I want this house spotless by the time your surprise gets here.”
“Yes Mistress.”
Dinner was being cleaned up by Draco as he heard the doorbell ring. He wanted to stop scrubbing the pan to look into the living room, but he knew his place. Orders before curiosity. He heard voices as he was drying the last pan and his heart started to beat quickly. That was a man. Did that mean he brought the surprise over? Or was he the surprise? Draco started to harden again. It had been ages since he had a real dick in his ass. He missed it.
Mistress came into the room with the man. “Draco, this is my friend Harry. He doesn’t have a slave of his own and he’s had a difficult week, so I said he could use you.”
Harry smiled kindly and Draco hoped the man was as kind as his Mistress, even if he did crave a real cock. He was not allowed to look any person above his station in the eyes unless given permission by that person, so Draco kept his gaze down towards the floor.
A warm chuckle filled the air. “Hello Draco. Hermione tells me a lot about you. Apparently, you are quite the cheeky little brat.” Draco smiled, but didn’t look up. “You can look at me.”
Draco’s eyes met wonderfully kind green ones. The sat behind a set of round glasses, but didn’t cover the warmness they radiated. He smiled again.
“Tell me, Draco, are you a cheeky little brat?” Harry asked.
Draco looked towards his Mistress. Slaves were only allowed to talk to others above their station if permission was given by both parties. Hermione nodded. “I’m only a cheeky little brat if you want me to be. Mistress loves when I give her issues so she can spank me.”
Harry threw his head back in laughter. “Oh Hermione, you were right about him. I definitely do like him.”
“I told you, Harry. He hard not to like. And he’s amazing at what he does. Do you want some tea?”
“Yes, I would love some.”
Hermione gave Draco a look and he began to prepare tea while the duo sat in the living room to talk. When the tea was done, Draco placed the set on the table and began to prepare his Mistress’ tea how she liked it.
Draco looked to Harry expectantly. “Pinch of honey and splash of milk, please.”
He handed over the prepared tea and sat down on his knees in front of Harry. Harry gave him a puzzled look until Draco pulled his off his shoes and began to massage his feet. Harry groaned. “That feels nice, Draco.”
“You’ve had a hard week. Let me help you,” he said and pushed his thumbs into the arch of his foot.
Harry eyed Hermione. “I didn’t know having a slave could be so nice.”
Hemione smiled. “I didn’t realize how quiet my life was until Draco. Honestly, Harry, you should really buy a slave. It’s very rewarding. After along day of studying, he gives the best massages. I have never felt more relaxed or taken care of.”
Draco’s ears turned pink at the praise, but when Harry threaded his hand in his hair, Draco practically purred and his eyes slipped shut. Hermione stood up. “Okay, I’m off to visit my parents tonight. I set up the guest room for you two. If you have any concerns, my phone is on. I put Draco in a cock ring for tonight so he lasts. Draco, you can cum when Harry gives the command, yes?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Goodnight Hermione,” Harry said with his hands lightly scratching through Draco’s hair. Hermione left soon after.
“Draco…”
Draco looked up into kind, but dark green eyes. Harry was ready. He slowly began to unbutton Harry’s pants, pulled them down and grabbed his cock. It was thick, but average length. Draco’s mouth watered as he licked a long, thin stripe up the underside of his cock. Harry gasped. Draco smirked. He always found it funny how free people thought they were in control, but most of the time, it was the slave who held the power in the bedroom. He may not hold legal power, but he sure did hold sexual power.
Draco sucked on the tip of his reddening cock and Harry bit his lip. He rolled his balls in his hands lightly and trailed his fingertips down to the sensitive spot between his balls and hole. Harry in turn opened his legs wider and slouched down in the chair with a contented sigh.
“You are a tease, Draco. A naughty little boy, if you will.”
“How naughty do you want me to be, Sir?”
Harry stared at him. “Very naughty.”
Draco smirked and swallowed him whole. A loud groan ripped from the man as the slave’s head bobbed up and down in quick succession. Harry had little time for his brain to catch up as it felt like it was currently melting with all the sensation. Harry could feel his orgasm coming on, but when Draco squeezed his balls and pushed a knuckle into the sensitive spot under his balls at the same time, he came so hard down the slave’s throat that his vision went temporarily black. When his vision started to return and he could feel his body again, he could see Draco sat back on his heels with a wicked, self-satisfied grin on his face.
Breathing hard, Harry managed to say, “You are naughty. I like it.”
Draco barked out a laugh. He began to prepare Harry some more tea from the still warm kettle. He would need a breather before they did anything else. Harry gratefully accepted the cup with his cock still hanging out of his jeans.
“When I’m done with this cup, I’ll be up in the guest room. Take off your clothes and lay on the bed to wait for me.” Draco didn’t need to be told twice. His shirt was already coming off as he walked up the stairs.
A few minutes later, Harry entered the room and saw him lounging on the bed completely naked. Draco smiled at Harry as he began to remove all his clothes, as well. When he crawled into bed, he laid his chest to Draco’s back and began to run his hands over the slave. When Harry got to his cock, he lightly played with him, gently twisting and pulling on his balls. Draco sigh in contentment. He loved being touched.
After another few minutes, Draco could feel Harry stirring. He looked over his shoulder. “I’ve already prepared myself for you.”
Harry smiled. “Good boy.”
Draco was pushed onto his back and Harry was on his lips instantly as he grinded their cocks together. Harry was starting to harden again, but Draco’s cock had been weeping for hours. He was ready to be fucked. Harry pushed his thighs open and put the tip of his cock at Draco’s entrance. He mumbled “You good?”
“All good,” Draco mumbled back. He gasped as Harry slid into him slowly. When he bottomed out, he stopped and let Draco readjust. Then he began to move slowly. In and out. In and out. Harry stared Draco in the eyes the whole time. He wanted to see how this slave took his cock. He wanted to make sure he didn’t cause him any pain. Harry loved giving others pleasure. As his orgasm started to grow in his belly, Harry stopped moving. Draco jerked his hips in displeasure, but Harry reached down and removed the cock ring.
“I want you to cum before I do,”
“Yes Sir.”
Harry started to move again in the same slow motion. Draco’s toes curled in pleasure and his hands found Harry’s hair. He tugged on the untidy, black hair in need. Harry leaned down to kiss him again and sped up a bit. Little chaotic noises came from Draco’s mouth between kisses. Draco’s orgasm began to grow and his balls tightened. He gasped out ‘I’m cumming’ as he splashed Harry’s stomach with tick ropes of his seed. Harry sped up his thrusts and his own orgasm overtook him. He cried out as the slave writhed beneath him in pleasure.
Harry slowed his thrusts until he was completely spent. When he pulled out, he rearranged Draco in the same fashion as when they first laid down.
Harry ran his hands up and down his arms. “I think you have convinced me to buy a slave.”
Draco chuckled. “What a lucky slave.”
Harry hummed and both boys fell into a deep sleep.
Hours later, Hermione opened the guest room door to check on them. When she saw them asleep, she quietly closed the door.
Her slave was amazing.