Twilight Fan Fiction / Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Far Be It From Me, That I Might Fall For You ❯ Ten Days In ( Chapter 2 )

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Chapter 2: Ten Days In

Chapter Warnings:
-Dehumanization
-Ongoing Abuse of A Minor
-Ongoing Emotional/Psychological Abuse
-Ongoing Verbal Abuse
-Ongoing Sexual Assault
-Ongoing Sexual Abuse
-Ongoing Physical Abuse
-Emerging Depersonalization

A little over a week passes during which Harry spends his time getting his slave used to a daily routine. He avoids using Draco sexually during this time, but by the start of the tenth day Harry is eager to get the show on the road. He's not only abstained from using Draco sexually, he's also abstained from wanking so he has plenty of loads of come ready for the blond's holes.

Draco's day starts with getting dressed in whatever attire Harry has had set out for him. Alarm bells go off in the blond's head when on the tenth day the attire set out for him is a bastardized school girl uniform.

There are holes cut into the sports bra for Draco's female breasts to pop out from, the blouse is less on the white side and more on the see-through side and the bottom three and top three buttons have been removed, which will leave Draco's bellybutton and some expanse of his stomach on display; as well as putting his torn sports bra and popping out female breasts on display. The sleeveless vest has had all of its buttons removed so Draco won't be able to try and cover up with it.

No underwear of any kind has been provided as has become the norm, and it wouldn't be so awful if the skirt for the school girl uniform provided today weren't so short or torn. There are slits up the sides and an arch has been cut in the front and back that will put Draco's privates on blatant display.

His cock will stick out and up from its diamond shaped pocket under the triangle pocket housing the pearl of Draco's clitoral hood, bellow both of these his vagina will be plainly visible, and bellow that his ball sac, hanging from a protrusion akin to a tree branch made of human flesh beneath the nether lips of his vagina, will be visible as well.

At the back, the arch will give a perfect view of Draco's arsecrack, leaving nothing to the imagination. If Draco ever bends over, his arsecheeks may relax enough at any time to give a perfect view of Draco's arsehole.

Draco knows he's in for it from the moment he finishes reading his morning tasks. He needs to cook breakfast, clean up the resulting mess, and then clean the ground floor of the house. Master Harry is definitely going to have plenty of opportunities to interrupt Draco during his chores in order to sexually use him in some way or another.

Being a pureblood, Draco was raised to treasure virginity as something sacred; and technically Harry hasn't yet claimed either his anal, oral, or his new vaginal virginity, but Draco knows it is coming, and he can't deny that he's scared.

Draco tries to not give away how frightened he is while he goes about making breakfast, but Harry sits at the breakfast table leering at him as he cooks. Draco is conscious about not bending over, but sometimes it can't be avoided and Draco shudders when he does because he knows Harry's gaze intensifies as the view of Draco's arsehole becomes available to him.

By the time the scrambled eggs, bacon, and jammed toast are ready Draco's nerves are shot, but he's relieved that Harry never got up and came over to feel him up. Draco brings Harry's plate over to him and waits to be ordered to make himself one. This morning though Harry has a completely new plan for their breakfast.

"This looks appetizing, but today I'm thinking you really ought to eat like someone of your current station." He says, and transfigures one of the place-mats on the table into a muggle pet bowl. "Here you go. Be a dear and put your breakfast through the blender, then pour it in here and bring it back to me."

Draco just wants a moment to steel himself for what he's about to do, but Harry shoves the bowl at him and snaps. "Now Draco!"

Harry watches with amusement as Draco rushes over to the blender and does as he's been ordered, chased off like a frightened animal. Harry's going to have so much fun with him.

"Hold it sweetheart. That's a pet bowl you're holding. For this, you crawl to me." He waits to say it when Draco has already taken his first few steps, and grins like a cat who got the cream as a wide range of emotions runs through Draco's eyes before he moves to kneel, putting the bowl down and going even lower to grab it by the rim with his teeth; then begins to slowly, clearly uncomfortably, crawl his way towards Harry.

Draco wants to die from humiliation as he crawls. His teeth hurt from holding the bowl like this, his exposed breasts occasionally rub and scrape against the marble floor tiles, and his cock does the same. He hopes that this won't become a common part of his daily routine as Harry's slave. When he reaches Harry he moves to sit up straight, but Harry only lets him get half way.

"No breaks darling. Eat your slurry." The older man says, one hand nudging Draco's head towards the bowl, the other lifting the back of his skirt to touch Draco's arse. A none too gentle round of slaps to Draco's arsecheeks; and a "Go on, pet. Eat." ~ when Draco ignores the order, is what ultimately makes Draco lower his head and start eating like a muggle dog from the bowl.

Harry removes the hand that had been on Draco's head and finally starts eating his own breakfast. The hand on Draco's arse he moves around to Draco's front so he can fondle the blond's balls. Although Draco tenses up at first, his body has gone pliant under Harry's fondling by the time he has finished eating the slurried breakfast.

Harry lets him sit up properly at last, only to move in and lick and suck the traces of the breakfast off of Draco's nose, mouth, chin, and cheeks. The older man doesn't retreat after that, merely claiming Draco's mouth in a dominating kiss.

Draco who is still very much inexperienced even in kissing doesn't know what to do with himself. A bite to Draco's tongue has him opening his eyes (when had he closed them?) and meeting Harry's own which are glaring a clear command back at him. Shyly the teen begins to kiss back.

When Harry pulls away he's entirely unaffected, but Draco is breathless, still so inexperienced in kissing that he hasn't mastered breathing through his nose. Harry finishes his own breakfast while Draco goes slack on the floor, partially hugging himself as he recovers from the kiss.

Rather than ordering Draco to clean up the kitchen work area and their dirtied dishes Harry leaves it to his house elves and other servants and bodily puts Draco over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes to carry back to the room he keeps Draco in. Draco yelps in surprise and groans as he bounces when Harry dumps him on the bed.

Harry transfigures the ottoman at the foot of the bed into a high bar stool and waves his hand over his trousers and pants vanishing them both into a neat pile on one of the dressers in the room. His cock is rock hard and the head is weeping pre-come.

"Come over and have a seat for me." He orders Draco, who skittishly obeys, having caught on almost instantly to what Harry intends to happen next due to the height of the bar stool putting Harry's cock right in line with Draco's face; with his mouth the blond discovers, once he's seated at the foot of the bed.

"Have you ever given someone head before?" Harry asks, and Draco responds with a no, gaze locked on Harry's cock. The older man is fucking hung. His cock size matches up only with that of men Draco's seen in comic books before. Draco is almost certain he'll never be able to fit it all in his mouth.

"I...um...are you sure it's safe for me to be trying to do this for the first time on something your size?" The blond stammers out. Harry laughs. "You'll be fine. Just relax your mouth and throat, take it slow, and use your hands on what you can't handle with your mouth and throat. Oh, and of course mind your teeth."

Draco blushes all the way down to his toes, but inhales and exhales deeply steeling himself. If he's going to be used as a sex toy Draco wants to be a good one. He's never been bad at something before, and he doesn't want to start now that he's been reduced to this lot in life.

Draco wraps his mouth around the head, and grips the length gently, marveling at how it's so thick Draco's hands can't even circle around it put together. He begins applying suction to the head and massaging up and down the length with his hands just getting used to being this intimate with someone else's penis.

Within a half hour Harry is moaning and groaning as Draco sucks on five out of thirteen inches of his thick meaty cock, occasionally digging his tongue into the slit, while massaging the rest of the length with one hand and fondling Harry's balls with the other.

For all that the blond plays at hating his new lot in life, he's certainly eager to please. They continue like that for another half hour give or take, before Harry orders the blond to back away and begins stroking his own cock in preparation to come. "Open your mouth and present it for me."

Draco knows what's coming next from dirty comic books as opposed to sex education classes too. He steels himself for a facial, knowing that it's highly unlikely Harry will only land his load in his mouth, then presents his open mouth for Harry's use.

Harry forces himself to keep his eyes open when he comes, watching Draco's face shutter as he unleashes jet after jet of hot pearly white spunk into the blond's mouth, onto his lips, cheeks, chin, the valley of his nose, and onto his forehead and eyebrows.

"Lay back for me." He orders, and Draco doesn't have to be told twice, falling backwards obediently. Harry redirects his cock's aim, shooting the rest of his load onto Draco's chest, mostly his breasts. Draco's position makes it so that some of the lines of come on his breasts streak towards Draco's neck as his body rises and falls; breathing ragged from how long they've been going at it.

As Harry had planned it, the end of his first orgasm flows right into the start of a second one. This time Harry fires at Draco's abdomen and front privates. Draco's bastardized school girl uniform is thoroughly soiled when Harry's finally done.

"Grab your cock for me, make yourself come." He orders. Draco does as Harry says, stuck in a submissive headspace for the time being. Harry smirks at him the moment Draco comes down from the high of his own orgasm and realizes how pliant he'd become.

"You're such a good boy." He praises mockingly. Draco runs off into the en suite bathroom, but Harry doesn't mind the blond taking off without being given orders to go about his chores normally.

The blond's conflictions to not lose himself and to be the best sex slave he can be are going to be the highlight of his days for a long time, and while he can't wait until the blond is well and truly broken, with no autonomy of his own he knows he's going to enjoy the journey greatly.

In the bathroom Draco spells himself clean. Harry took his wand the day he fell into his hands, but Draco knows enough wandless and nonverbal magic to perform basic household and self care spells with proficiency and the first thing he wants to do after what just happened is naturally to get himself clean.

It horrifies Draco that Harry never had to order him to swallow his come, that Draco automatically did it. He brushes his teeth for five minutes with both toothpaste and soap trying to get the aftertaste out. He casts an extra cleaning spell on his clothes and person before leaving the bathroom. Harry isn't in the room, but he has left a note on the bar stool.

Draco is relieved to learn that all it says is that Draco should finish his chores for the day and that Harry will be back from his work in time to have dinner together. The teen hopes he won't be consuming his dinner the same way as his breakfast, but is really just happy to know he won't have to deal with Harry for several hours; too much to care if that humiliation awaits him again then.

Thankfully it doesn't. What does might be even worse. Harry orders Draco to lay on the kitchen island and fingers his pussy until he orgasms, while feeding him forkfuls of the lasagna Draco made for dinner. It's equally humiliating, but Draco is honestly just glad that the older man used a lubrication charm to finger him this time.

The pain of his first time being finger-fucked in the arse is still fresh in his mind and Draco would have hated a repeat. He doesn't care to know why the older man was kind to him this time, he's just happy that he was.

That night Harry locks Draco into his room after a long kissing session and an order to stop using spells to keep his breasts from leaking their milk. "I didn't give you lactation shots for nothing. Though I do have to compliment you on being so subtle about the spells that I didn't realize you were using them until now. You do your lineage proud with your magic. It's too bad your profession in life won't ever allow for you to have such feats of brilliance hereafter."

Draco determinedly does not cry at the mockery behind those last words. He takes a long hot bath before going to bed and tries not to think about what tomorrow will bring before he falls asleep.

Chapter End