the fine line between
Title: The fine line between
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: NC-17
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 003 - Tomorrow
Word Count: 2000
Summary: Harry is at Draco’s mercy
Warnings: (at your discretion) Violence, language, sexual abuse, forced masturbation, blood, gore, domination, light bondage,
Notes: for 100quills and x-posted to idontgiveafaux, harrydraco and hpslash. If you are a friend of all these then sorry if you see it x4
Author Notes: Thank you softly_sweetly for advice on this! x
"Please, Malfoy".
Draco grinned. "Again".
"Please, Malfoy"!
"Again. But this time try it without whining. You know I cannot abide whining."
"...Please, Malfoy".
Draco scratched his chin, his head cocked to one side and pretended to think. "I just don't believe you, Potter. I told you I wanted to hear you beg and yet you're pleading in the manner of someone who doesn't want anything to change". He took a step towards a bound, fully naked Harry and lightly ran his index finger across the length of his cock, which sent Harry into convulsions, twisting and writhing every which way, his whole body racking with floods of desperation and longing.
"Just do that once more," Harry begged, thrusting his solid erection in Draco's direction, laying his most prized possession at his mercy. "Just once more!"
"But if I do it 'just once more' you're going to ask me to do it again 'just a moment later'," Draco mused aggravatingly. He flicked the tip of Harry's cock roughly, which almost killed Harry, who thrashed this way and that, only for his every move to be roughly halted by strong chains that were keeping him in a permanent mid-star jump position.
"Do that again," moaned Harry, his head lolling in all directions.
Draco raised his eyebrows in an 'I-told-you-so' expression, before turning his attention back onto studying his fingernails.
"Come on, Draco, now," Harry pleaded anxiously. It sounded like it was a borderline command to Draco, who slowly raised his gaze to meet Harry's flushed face.
"Are you trying to tell me what to do?" Draco asked, in a dangerously low voice.
Harry groaned, a half sexually frustrated groan mixed in with the general grievance that he suffered when conversing with Draco Malfoy.
"Are you in any position to give me orders"? Draco asked again. Harry didn't answer and Draco studied him for a few seconds, before his scowl turned into that trademark smirk that only Malfoy’s could produce. He closed his eyes for a couple of seconds and muttered something under his breath.
Harry’s right arm dropped like a deadweight as the chain followed suit and hit the floor with a heavy clank a second later. He didn't even have to think about anything sexual as his hand urgently met his cock and greeted it like an old acquaintance. Thoughts of denied pleasure, hatred for Malfoy and the conditions he was kept in flooded away as his trusty right hand worked its magic on his cock. A few tugs and Harry came. Two, three, four, five, six, seven times in rapid bursts that splattered onto the cold stone floor.
Harry inhaled and exhaled sharply for a couple of minutes, trying to catch his breath back as quickly as possible whilst trying not to pass out at the sheer ecstasy he had just felt. His cock was still hard and a strand of cum was attached to the tip, slowly falling down to the ground before breaking apart and hitting the floor.
"Nice load, Potter"!
Harry jumped. In the midst of getting the permission to climax back, he had quite forgotten who had created the ban in the first place and his eyes narrowed as Draco smiled, a knowing smile in which Draco knew something that Harry didn't.
"Do it again".
Harry could feel his features contorting themselves into a confused expression, before he smoothed them out and fixed Draco with a blank stare.
"What"? Draco asked, eyes sparkling at Harry's bewilderment. "You didn't think I was going to punish you, did you Potter?"
Harry shook his left am and let the clink-clanking sounds of the metal chains speak for themselves.
"Well, I'm not," Draco continued, ignoring his gesture. "I can't deny a red-blooded male the privilege... no, no, no, the right to masturbate. Which is why I’m ordering you to do it again."
And so Harry did. He had been locked up for days. He didn't know how long exactly, nor did he know how - or indeed, if - he was going to escape but at this moment in time he didn't care. He'd been given permission to wank and so that's what he was going to do. His cock was certainly pleased at the attention, maintaining its erectness as Harry spat on his hand - nothing much was produced, having been practically starved, albeit a few wads of chewing gum that Malfoy had made him scrape off from the bottom of his boot with his teeth - and wet his cock to enjoy his second stroking of the day. It took considerably longer this time, but Harry was enjoying it more. The first time around was like an opening of floodgates - he had just exploded straight away without building up to the climax, but now he was stroking in a more definitive rhythm. He felt his balls churn and then tighten and he gripped harder onto his dick knowing the end was nigh. He let out a gasp through gritted teeth as the first load spurted out. He slowed down his hand action, now leaning towards a massaging approach, as if willing the cum to come out, but he was spent, particularly after the amount he had produced minutes before, and only a couple more gobs hit the ground.
Draco's gaze was alternating between Harry's now slowly softening prick and the freshly produced cum that had joined the other load on the floor. Finally, his eyes met Harry's.
"That's all"? he asked disbelievingly.
Harry was about to answer but Draco held out his hand in interruption. "Again."
Harry blinked stupidly for a couple of seconds, trying to work out if Draco's one-word order perhaps had another meaning to it entirely. "Again"? he asked. The word had barely left his mouth as Draco swung his arm, full body weight behind it, and neatly backhanded Harry, causing his neck to snap back painfully as his glasses shot off into a corner of the room.
"Did I stutter"? Draco snapped. Harry didn't reply, so Draco dug his nails into the side of his chest and rotated his wrist, breaking through Harry’s skin with his cat-like nails and marvelling at the blood escaping from his wound. Harry‘s breath came sharp and he sucked it through gritted teeth, his head swimming, body hurting and cock stirring.
"If you don't comply, I could do it", Draco threatened, wiping his elegant, ghostly-pale fingers across Harry's face, leading a beautiful crimson trail. Harry didn’t say a word and once again his hand snaked down to his cock, that was now fully erect once more thanks to Draco smearing him in his own blood.
“Come on and come, Potter,” Draco hissed. He was encircling Harry now, looking at his naked body as if it were a dead animal, and he, Draco, the voracious victor. Harry could only see him as a blur of colours now he didn’t have his glasses and he longed to tell Draco to keep still and step closer. He had walked behind him out of his vision now and Harry had no idea when, or more rather where Draco was going to strike.
He soon did. The back of his neck suddenly felt very warm and it took a few seconds for the painful realisation that Draco was attached to his neck by his teeth. It took an extra couple of seconds for the sensation of pain to kick in, but Draco was ready and as Harry released a harrowing scream from deep within his lungs, he reached a hand around and clamped it roughly over Harry’s mouth who choked down his gasps obediently.
Draco unhooked his jaws and licked his lips messily, managing to get blood stains from his wound on Harry’s neck around his mouth, giving him quite a terrifying demeanour and coupled with his pale complexion he looked rather like a psychotic clown. He looked over Harry’s shoulder, down to his cock and was pleased to see he was still stroking furiously with the only limb he had that was free from metal.
“Come,” Draco whispered hypnotically. “Come, Potter. Now”.
But Harry was masturbating like he had never masturbated before to no avail. His cock was hard but no cum was appearing and showed no signs of doing so. And yet he carried on stroking with urgency, desperate to comply with Draco’s orders and have him love him for it. The cunt.
Blood rushed to Harry’s head as he felt Draco force a spit-soaked finger brutally up his arse. He had taken his hand away from his mouth by now, but Harry knew what sort of consequences he would face should he dare utter a squeak. He carried on rubbing up and down, trying to block out the mental pain of Draco now forcing a second finger up his twat to join the first and twisting them around and pulling them in and out, cruelly abusing Harry’s hole with no concern of his welfare. And at the thought of Draco using him like a piece of meat - something that Harry couldn’t protect himself from even if he wanted to - he came again, in the form of two pathetic droplets that might have gone unnoticed by Draco, had he not been watching Harry’s cock carefully.
“Pathetic,” he sneered, ripping his fingers from Harry’s brutalised hole and giving his arse a stinging slap. Harry let out the tiniest moan and Draco punished him by giving him ten hard smacks, alternating between each cheek with no pause for thought in-between.
‘Slut,” he roared, moving so he was directly in front of Harry now. He spat directly in Harry’s face, spraying him fully with his saliva before ordering him to open his mouth and spitting down his throat a couple of times.
‘Dirty fucking slut,’ he spat, and the sight of Harry, eyes half closed thanks to the multiple orgasms he had made him endure seemed to rile something inside of Draco who started slapping him in the face using both of his hands, before one of them bunched itself into a fist and drove directly into Harry’s jaw.
Harry’s head looked like it was going to detach itself from his shoulders from the amount of twisting it was doing, unable to escape Draco’s hits, yet not fully trying to make an attempt to dodge.
“Filthy!” Draco’s fist broke the bridge of Harry’s nose and a trickle of blood started to seep from one of his nostrils.
“Fucking!” Draco drove his fist upwards and delivered a neat uppercut onto the underside of Harry’s jaw, making him feel like his whole body had jumped a metre from the ground. He was woozy now and seeing stars and a violently sick feeling was refusing to budge from the pit of his stomach.
“Whore!” And that was it. Draco released a fury of masculine aggression onto Harry, burying his fist right into his gut, making him double over with pain, before he grabbed him by the hair, roughly pulled him back up to a somewhat standing position before doing it again. Silent tears ran down Harry’s face and he choked on the ball of pain knotted in his throat. As Draco released the grip on his hair, he slumped as far forward as the remaining chains keeping him prisoner would let him and Draco didn’t seem to mind.
Harry caught his breath back as much as he could, delicately wiping his tender face with his free hand, wincing every time he came into contact with an open sore. He wasn't paying attention to what Draco was doing and so it came as a huge surprise when the rest of the chains were released. He fell straight onto the floor, smacking his chin painfully on one of the stone cobbles and lay there silently, occasionally convulsing as his blood circulated through his body freely for the first time in days.
He heard the door slam and Harry wondered whether Draco would come back tomorrow.
you can see my other fics for 100quills HERE. they are all one shots so do not have to be read in any particular order.
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: NC-17
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 003 - Tomorrow
Word Count: 2000
Summary: Harry is at Draco’s mercy
Warnings: (at your discretion) Violence, language, sexual abuse, forced masturbation, blood, gore, domination, light bondage,
Notes: for 100quills and x-posted to idontgiveafaux, harrydraco and hpslash. If you are a friend of all these then sorry if you see it x4
Author Notes: Thank you softly_sweetly for advice on this! x
"Please, Malfoy".
Draco grinned. "Again".
"Please, Malfoy"!
"Again. But this time try it without whining. You know I cannot abide whining."
"...Please, Malfoy".
Draco scratched his chin, his head cocked to one side and pretended to think. "I just don't believe you, Potter. I told you I wanted to hear you beg and yet you're pleading in the manner of someone who doesn't want anything to change". He took a step towards a bound, fully naked Harry and lightly ran his index finger across the length of his cock, which sent Harry into convulsions, twisting and writhing every which way, his whole body racking with floods of desperation and longing.
"Just do that once more," Harry begged, thrusting his solid erection in Draco's direction, laying his most prized possession at his mercy. "Just once more!"
"But if I do it 'just once more' you're going to ask me to do it again 'just a moment later'," Draco mused aggravatingly. He flicked the tip of Harry's cock roughly, which almost killed Harry, who thrashed this way and that, only for his every move to be roughly halted by strong chains that were keeping him in a permanent mid-star jump position.
"Do that again," moaned Harry, his head lolling in all directions.
Draco raised his eyebrows in an 'I-told-you-so' expression, before turning his attention back onto studying his fingernails.
"Come on, Draco, now," Harry pleaded anxiously. It sounded like it was a borderline command to Draco, who slowly raised his gaze to meet Harry's flushed face.
"Are you trying to tell me what to do?" Draco asked, in a dangerously low voice.
Harry groaned, a half sexually frustrated groan mixed in with the general grievance that he suffered when conversing with Draco Malfoy.
"Are you in any position to give me orders"? Draco asked again. Harry didn't answer and Draco studied him for a few seconds, before his scowl turned into that trademark smirk that only Malfoy’s could produce. He closed his eyes for a couple of seconds and muttered something under his breath.
Harry’s right arm dropped like a deadweight as the chain followed suit and hit the floor with a heavy clank a second later. He didn't even have to think about anything sexual as his hand urgently met his cock and greeted it like an old acquaintance. Thoughts of denied pleasure, hatred for Malfoy and the conditions he was kept in flooded away as his trusty right hand worked its magic on his cock. A few tugs and Harry came. Two, three, four, five, six, seven times in rapid bursts that splattered onto the cold stone floor.
Harry inhaled and exhaled sharply for a couple of minutes, trying to catch his breath back as quickly as possible whilst trying not to pass out at the sheer ecstasy he had just felt. His cock was still hard and a strand of cum was attached to the tip, slowly falling down to the ground before breaking apart and hitting the floor.
"Nice load, Potter"!
Harry jumped. In the midst of getting the permission to climax back, he had quite forgotten who had created the ban in the first place and his eyes narrowed as Draco smiled, a knowing smile in which Draco knew something that Harry didn't.
"Do it again".
Harry could feel his features contorting themselves into a confused expression, before he smoothed them out and fixed Draco with a blank stare.
"What"? Draco asked, eyes sparkling at Harry's bewilderment. "You didn't think I was going to punish you, did you Potter?"
Harry shook his left am and let the clink-clanking sounds of the metal chains speak for themselves.
"Well, I'm not," Draco continued, ignoring his gesture. "I can't deny a red-blooded male the privilege... no, no, no, the right to masturbate. Which is why I’m ordering you to do it again."
And so Harry did. He had been locked up for days. He didn't know how long exactly, nor did he know how - or indeed, if - he was going to escape but at this moment in time he didn't care. He'd been given permission to wank and so that's what he was going to do. His cock was certainly pleased at the attention, maintaining its erectness as Harry spat on his hand - nothing much was produced, having been practically starved, albeit a few wads of chewing gum that Malfoy had made him scrape off from the bottom of his boot with his teeth - and wet his cock to enjoy his second stroking of the day. It took considerably longer this time, but Harry was enjoying it more. The first time around was like an opening of floodgates - he had just exploded straight away without building up to the climax, but now he was stroking in a more definitive rhythm. He felt his balls churn and then tighten and he gripped harder onto his dick knowing the end was nigh. He let out a gasp through gritted teeth as the first load spurted out. He slowed down his hand action, now leaning towards a massaging approach, as if willing the cum to come out, but he was spent, particularly after the amount he had produced minutes before, and only a couple more gobs hit the ground.
Draco's gaze was alternating between Harry's now slowly softening prick and the freshly produced cum that had joined the other load on the floor. Finally, his eyes met Harry's.
"That's all"? he asked disbelievingly.
Harry was about to answer but Draco held out his hand in interruption. "Again."
Harry blinked stupidly for a couple of seconds, trying to work out if Draco's one-word order perhaps had another meaning to it entirely. "Again"? he asked. The word had barely left his mouth as Draco swung his arm, full body weight behind it, and neatly backhanded Harry, causing his neck to snap back painfully as his glasses shot off into a corner of the room.
"Did I stutter"? Draco snapped. Harry didn't reply, so Draco dug his nails into the side of his chest and rotated his wrist, breaking through Harry’s skin with his cat-like nails and marvelling at the blood escaping from his wound. Harry‘s breath came sharp and he sucked it through gritted teeth, his head swimming, body hurting and cock stirring.
"If you don't comply, I could do it", Draco threatened, wiping his elegant, ghostly-pale fingers across Harry's face, leading a beautiful crimson trail. Harry didn’t say a word and once again his hand snaked down to his cock, that was now fully erect once more thanks to Draco smearing him in his own blood.
“Come on and come, Potter,” Draco hissed. He was encircling Harry now, looking at his naked body as if it were a dead animal, and he, Draco, the voracious victor. Harry could only see him as a blur of colours now he didn’t have his glasses and he longed to tell Draco to keep still and step closer. He had walked behind him out of his vision now and Harry had no idea when, or more rather where Draco was going to strike.
He soon did. The back of his neck suddenly felt very warm and it took a few seconds for the painful realisation that Draco was attached to his neck by his teeth. It took an extra couple of seconds for the sensation of pain to kick in, but Draco was ready and as Harry released a harrowing scream from deep within his lungs, he reached a hand around and clamped it roughly over Harry’s mouth who choked down his gasps obediently.
Draco unhooked his jaws and licked his lips messily, managing to get blood stains from his wound on Harry’s neck around his mouth, giving him quite a terrifying demeanour and coupled with his pale complexion he looked rather like a psychotic clown. He looked over Harry’s shoulder, down to his cock and was pleased to see he was still stroking furiously with the only limb he had that was free from metal.
“Come,” Draco whispered hypnotically. “Come, Potter. Now”.
But Harry was masturbating like he had never masturbated before to no avail. His cock was hard but no cum was appearing and showed no signs of doing so. And yet he carried on stroking with urgency, desperate to comply with Draco’s orders and have him love him for it. The cunt.
Blood rushed to Harry’s head as he felt Draco force a spit-soaked finger brutally up his arse. He had taken his hand away from his mouth by now, but Harry knew what sort of consequences he would face should he dare utter a squeak. He carried on rubbing up and down, trying to block out the mental pain of Draco now forcing a second finger up his twat to join the first and twisting them around and pulling them in and out, cruelly abusing Harry’s hole with no concern of his welfare. And at the thought of Draco using him like a piece of meat - something that Harry couldn’t protect himself from even if he wanted to - he came again, in the form of two pathetic droplets that might have gone unnoticed by Draco, had he not been watching Harry’s cock carefully.
“Pathetic,” he sneered, ripping his fingers from Harry’s brutalised hole and giving his arse a stinging slap. Harry let out the tiniest moan and Draco punished him by giving him ten hard smacks, alternating between each cheek with no pause for thought in-between.
‘Slut,” he roared, moving so he was directly in front of Harry now. He spat directly in Harry’s face, spraying him fully with his saliva before ordering him to open his mouth and spitting down his throat a couple of times.
‘Dirty fucking slut,’ he spat, and the sight of Harry, eyes half closed thanks to the multiple orgasms he had made him endure seemed to rile something inside of Draco who started slapping him in the face using both of his hands, before one of them bunched itself into a fist and drove directly into Harry’s jaw.
Harry’s head looked like it was going to detach itself from his shoulders from the amount of twisting it was doing, unable to escape Draco’s hits, yet not fully trying to make an attempt to dodge.
“Filthy!” Draco’s fist broke the bridge of Harry’s nose and a trickle of blood started to seep from one of his nostrils.
“Fucking!” Draco drove his fist upwards and delivered a neat uppercut onto the underside of Harry’s jaw, making him feel like his whole body had jumped a metre from the ground. He was woozy now and seeing stars and a violently sick feeling was refusing to budge from the pit of his stomach.
“Whore!” And that was it. Draco released a fury of masculine aggression onto Harry, burying his fist right into his gut, making him double over with pain, before he grabbed him by the hair, roughly pulled him back up to a somewhat standing position before doing it again. Silent tears ran down Harry’s face and he choked on the ball of pain knotted in his throat. As Draco released the grip on his hair, he slumped as far forward as the remaining chains keeping him prisoner would let him and Draco didn’t seem to mind.
Harry caught his breath back as much as he could, delicately wiping his tender face with his free hand, wincing every time he came into contact with an open sore. He wasn't paying attention to what Draco was doing and so it came as a huge surprise when the rest of the chains were released. He fell straight onto the floor, smacking his chin painfully on one of the stone cobbles and lay there silently, occasionally convulsing as his blood circulated through his body freely for the first time in days.
He heard the door slam and Harry wondered whether Draco would come back tomorrow.
you can see my other fics for 100quills HERE. they are all one shots so do not have to be read in any particular order.