Twilight Fan Fiction / Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Far Be It From Me, That I Might Fall For You ❯ A Foam Bat and Sacred Ropes ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter 4: A Foam Bat and Sacred Ropes

Chapter Warnings:
-Emerging Rope Bondage Fetish
-Ongoing Sexual Abuse
-Ongoing Sexual Assault
-Ongoing Physical Abuse
-Ongoing Emotional/Psychological Abuse
-Ongoing Verbal Abuse, Mind Games
-Ongoing Dehumanization
-Ongoing Depersonalization
-Ongoing Abuse of A Minor
-Ongoing Victim Shaming
-Ongoing Forced Dominance and Submission
-Ongoing Bad Dominance and Submission Etiquette

Although having decided to wait another day before breaking in the lingerie, Harry doesn't let Draco relax much over the course of the day in between. The attire he's chosen for Draco that day, is a red and green checker print t-shirt with holes cut out through which Draco's nipples pop through up to the areola, and a pair of red and green stripped thigh high leggings.

Cords of different colored paper rings the likes of which one might see strung up at a party, have been stapled onto the rim of the t-shirt's trim and serve as the only cover-up to Draco's lower privates; acting like a not quite there makeshift skirt.

At breakfast Harry does his usual leering of the teen for a bit while the blond cooks, but moves to stand behind him at the stove and greets him by grabbing hold of his breasts and squeezing a light shower of milk right into the pot of oatmeal the blond has been concentrating on. Draco jumps, tumbling backwards into him and veers his head back so quickly Harry wonders if the boy didn't hurt himself with the action; answering the teen's glare with an amused smirk.

"I didn't tell you to stop cooking." He informs, to which Draco scoffs and physically and verbally tries to get him to shove off, but no avail; Harry just lets go of the teen's breasts and wraps his arms around the lithe waist of the boy firmly, keeping him in place as he reaches both his hands down to start pumping the boy's cock and play with the pearl of his clitoral hood. "Focus baby boy, you don't want to get punished for burning the food." He warns.

Draco tries to focus, really he does; but Harry's ministrations are simply too much. Draco minds the oatmeal as carefully as he can while giving it only part of his attention; tightly gripping the edge of the counter to the left of the stove while trying to keep his stirring of the oatmeal with the wooden spoon in his other hand steady, gritting his teeth to keep from giving the master the satisfaction of hearing evidence of the pleasure he feels from the man's actions. Alas, the master's magic rears its head; phantom fingers go to work in his ass, adding another layer to the pleasurable torture.

All is lost from there. The oatmeal cooks unevenly since Draco can't keep his hand steady on the wooden spoon as he stirs it. Draco also fails to turn the heat down or the burner off all together before he orgasms, causing the oatmeal to burn in the time it takes him to come back from the high. Harry smirks at his handiwork.

The come from Draco's cock splattered the stove's oven door, proof of a very good handjob. The blond's pussy overflowed with come so much that there's a large puddle underneath their feet, a sign of how good the stimulus to the pearl of the boy's clitoral hood was. Draco's anus also overflowed which only added to the puddle.

"Well, you failed to follow instructions, my dear little slave." Harry mocks, laying a decidedly not gentle slap to each of the blond's arsecheeks. "You'll have to start over."

"But first," He brings his hands up to the blond's chest and gives his nipples a hard pinch. "You'll clean up your come."

He backs away and waits until Draco's moved to get a wash rag to do just that, before delivering the punch line. "With just your tongue."

Draco takes it as the punishment it is, but it still takes him a good while to get down on his hands and knees and lower his head enough to start lapping up the puddle. Harry hops onto the kitchen island and watches every last second of it.

Seeing the boy diligently lick his own come off the stove's oven door is arousing enough that Harry takes his cock out of his pants and trousers and wanks himself lazily until he's made his own mess on the floor. Harry waits until Draco's finished licking the stove's oven door clean before spelling away his own mess and casting a general cleaning charm across the entire kitchen.

"You have ninety seconds to start over on the oatmeal darling, otherwise you'll be using that tongue of yours to clean bathroom floors." He informs the blond, who has been casting cleaning charm after cleaning charm at his mouth while resting against the dishwasher since he completed his punishment. He tucks himself back into his pants and trousers with a chuckle as the boy gets up to comply with his order with ten seconds to spare.

That evening inside his study, Harry hands Draco a dictionary and bends him over his desk. He makes a game out of spanking, rimming, and fucking the blond's arse in accordance with how badly the teen screws up his reading of the dictionary. Predictably the mistakes are few and far between as Harry rains firm, but not harsh slaps upon the slave's arsecheeks.

Things change drastically when Harry holds those nether-cheeks open and starts assaulting the hole; nibbling and sucking at the rim, swirling his tongue against it, and thrusting said tongue into the hole as far as it can go.

His slave's omega nature still hasn't kicked in enough for the boy to self lubricate, but the lack of omega slick doesn't bother Harry. He'll have his second source of treacle tart flavored substance from his slave in due time.

Draco's reading ability deteriorates almost completely by the time Harry's face is buried in the boy's arse so far that, the first thing anyone would see if they walked in on them and caught sight of Harry first instead of Draco would be the man's unruly raven hair; and the very top tip of his famous lightning bolt scar.

The master isn't finished though. He draws back from the slave and summons a sex toy from a box in the closet of the study. Draco sags against the mahogany desk, the dictionary shaking in his hands as his body trembles from the master's assault. He cries out in surprise when a foreign object is inserted into his anus.

"Read Draco, the better your reading the more gently I'll fuck you with this." Harry says, continuing to slide the toy in.

"Master, what is it you're using, sir?" Draco asks, steeling himself to refocus on the task at hand, but too curious not to inquire. Harry slides the toy all the way in, and presses the on button upon its handle, answering Draco's question just as he gives the toy a twist and twirl and begins sliding it out. "A vibrating anal beads butt plug."

As with the assault from his mouth, Draco is gradually worn down. Harry doesn't miss a single mistake; and indeed gets less gentle in his thrusting of the toy, and the twisting and twirling of it.

Eventually Draco's making enough mistakes; that Harry is practically drilling the first bead of the plug into the blond's prostate for long stretches of time in between only slightly longer stretches of harsh fast thrusts; erring on the same level of violence that Harry had used when fingering Draco's asshole dry, the day Draco fell into his care. In the end Draco makes enough mistakes that Harry grinds the thrusting to a halt; turns the vibration of the toy to its maximum setting, and sits back on his chair.

"Recite the alphabet for me, forwards and backwards until you come." He orders, and begins to fondle the blond's balls. They're full and heavy, and proof that his slave's body has had more than enough of Harry's games for now. Still the master is not done.

After Draco orgasms, Harry vanishes his trousers and pants into a neat pile elsewhere in the study; and waits for the teen to come back from his high. "As per usual, I have work to do before we retire for the night. While I get that done, you are going to work on your blowjob technique; and be a good little oral come dumpster for me." He declares.

Draco spends the next two hours doing just that. He works past his gag reflex enough to comfortably handle eight inches of Harry's cock with his mouth and throat, but doesn't come out the other end of this series of blowjobs anymore convinced that he'll eventually be able to handle it all that way than he had after the first blowjob he was forced to give the man.

More pressing than the possibility of being proven wrong about that, is the realization that he's starting to enjoy the taste of Harry's come. Master Harry orgasmed three times in his mouth over the course of the two hours Draco was sucking him off, and used his magic to ensure every last drop of his come ended up swallowed by Draco; manipulating it into spurting out at a pace that Draco could swallow it without any of it escaping due to Draco's inexperience.

The man was essentially feeding Draco his come in the same way an automatic food and drink dispenser does for certain animals, using his magic as the tool, the automatic dispenser, of the equation. Draco isn't sure if this is more or less humiliating than the man coming all over his person like he'd done the last time; but he falls asleep that night more afraid than ever, wary of how much Harry Potter has already likely broken him and how much further he can be broken by the man before Draco as he knows himself is no more.

In the morning Draco is awoken by the sensation of something snapping into place around his breasts and nether privates. He sits up and looks down upon himself and blinks. "Ropes?"

"Sacred ropes. Custom make owl order from Magical Japan." Harry explains the bra and panties. "The perfect lingerie for you, if I do say so myself."

The sacred rope bra consists of four rings of rope upon the length of the breasts; one at each base, one at each center, one at the starting point of each areola, and one around the end point of each nipple; as well as vertical pieces of rope tying the rings together at even spacing around each globe; and a horizontal piece of rope serving as the connecting point for the two sides of the bra. This connecting piece is overlayed with one in the shape of a endless knot.

There are no ropes serving as shoulder straps, instead the things branch off from the outer side of the loops at the center of each of the breasts and extend backwards to behind Draco's back where they've tied themselves together tightly. Draco can't see what kind of knot they've tied themselves into unless he looks at himself sideways in a full length body mirror, but Harry knows the knot is the same as in the center of the valley of Draco's breasts, an endless knot.

The panties consist of a trio of loops around Draco's waist-line, almost like a make-shift belt; a spider web like cascade of ropes that make the pocket housing the pearl of Draco's clitoral hood stand out and make Draco's cock stick out like and even bigger sore thumb from where it juts out of the pocket housing it, through some of the ropes, and up. Overlaying the web are some pieces of rope that form the V of a Y.

The rest of the Y disappears between Draco's pussy lips and loops around Draco's ball sac, before disappearing between the cheeks of Draco's behind. Yet again Draco would have to look in a full length body mirror to know the fate of that piece of rope, but Harry is well aware the piece is pinned to the ones around Draco's waist-line and that there is another sacred rope endless knot overlayed upon it.

"Let me know when they've gotten too tight for you to comfortably handle." Harry says, and snaps his fingers; causing the Sacred Rope Lingerie to tighten.

Draco is surprised when the perverse lingerie tightens, but doesn't speak up. It's an uncomfortable tightness at best. Harry snaps his fingers two more times before Draco speaks up to answer him. One more snap, "This is four out of five tightness settings built into the charms on that lingerie. Tell me if you think you can bear this setting."

Draco thinks about it, but thinks it'd be better to experiment a little. "Can I get up and walk around with them at this setting? I think I could handle this setting for a few hours if I'm not moving around, but I'd like to find out if I could handle it while doing basic things, walking's a good place to start."

Harry allows it, watching the blond walk around his room for ten minutes, at which point the boy asks if he can get back to Harry on the matter after breakfast. Harry concedes to this as well. "I think it'd be best to return the tightness setting to three. I don't think I could complete my daily chores like this." Draco tells him after they've returned to the blond's room.

Harry complies and claps his hands three times. Suddenly the lingerie is vibrating. Harry summons a foam bat from one of the dressers in the room.

"I'm going to try and hit you with this and you're going to dodge for as long as you can. Don't worry it won't hurt any harder than a light smack to your butt would; this bat is ninety-eight percent foam and two percent metal. I'd have to apply some serious force to actually hurt you. At worst, you're going to come out of this a little bumped and bruised." He explained.

Draco didn't get the point of this game, but that was neither here nor there; and dodging blows from a mostly harmless bat was the easiest order to follow that he'd been given thus far. Harry goes easy on the blond at first jabbing the bat towards him this way and that and watching the boy dodge with all the grace and elegance of someone of his aristocratic roots, but what he zooms in on are the blond's eyes. Harry's never seen them so carefree. Despite the fact he's in vibrating lingerie made of sacred ropes, the blond almost seems to have forgotten this is a sex game. That simply won't do.

"The game ends when you come. If I haven't hit you ten times by then, you win; and I won't use you sexually, or make any sexual advances towards you, for a week." He declared, summoning his wand and waving it at the blond; his silent spell increasing the vibration of the lingerie; to the last vibration setting available; before its actual highest vibration setting. "If I win, I'm going to make arrangements for us to spend the weekend at Malfoy Manor, and put an end to your penile vaginal virginity in what used to be your mum and dad's bed."

Draco's entire face shutters at the implications of what him losing this game will mean, and the reminder that Harry Potter has full authority over his ancestral home hits just as hard. It's like a switch was flipped; Draco's eyes go glacier cold, his mouth sets into a pride filled frown, and he gestures at Harry with his hand in a clear request for Harry to; Bring. It. On.

Harry as it happens, does bring it on. He tries his hardest to get ten hits on the blond before he comes, but it's like the blond is completely unaware of the stimulation his body is being lavished with. Harry gets five hits in before he ups the ante; increasing the vibration of the teen's lingerie to its maximum setting.

Draco's dodging gets noticeably sloppy, but his tactic unfortunately doesn't help Harry as much as he'd hoped. He only manages to land two more blows. It is when Draco dodges a blow by backing into a corner of the bed that Harry gets the opportunity he needs to shut down the surprisingly agile teen and claim victory.

The slave's footing wavers just enough from being closer and closer to orgasm, that it sends him sprawling backwards onto the bed at a decidedly painful looking angle. His lower body on the bed itself, one leg half off of it. His upper body partly on the bed, and partly on the ottoman that had served as a bar stool; in one of the master's previous games with him.

The blond's breasts and head; lay equal parts on the bed and ottoman. As the teen struggles to recover, Harry lands the first of his last three blows on the blond's stomach. He gets a kick to the side for it, but retaliates with a double blow for the victory; knocking the wind out of Draco when he swings the bat onto the teen's breasts.

The rope lingerie has a built in, always active charm; that will remotely milk Draco's breasts; redirecting the milk that should be leaking, if not outright spraying considering the material the lingerie is made of and the tightness setting, so there are only a few drops of the blond's milk on the foam bat where it had impacted the nipples.

Harry laps it up nonetheless, and turns his gaze to the blond after tossing the bat onto the bed; not too far from the boy. "Checkmate." He says, smirking darkly. Twenty seconds later, Draco comes.

Chapter End