Whatever You Want {Drarry}

•Pureblood Rules•

art credit (unknown/i forgot)
(looks like red_rahl tho)
{warning ⚠️ sex & bdsm i guess}

It had been years since the war. Years since Voldemort had succeeded in reducing the population and changing all the laws.

Everything was different now. There were certain things that were expected of certain kinds of people. If the Dark Lord was to be believed, this would never change again.

The first rule of being a sex slave was obedience.

Harry learned that lesson slowly. As a matter of a fact, Harry was still learning this lesson. The whip cracked across the back of his bare thighs. He yelled as the pain shot through him and directly towards his cock. He was lain naked onto a curved seat. His arms were chained to each side of him on the floor and the collar scraped at his neck as he screamed himself hoarse.

The war had ended differently than anyone expected. Mudbloods and Halfbloods and the like weren't killed, merely subjugated to those with 'true power'. Purebloods.

"You still aren't listening, Potter," said the voice from behind him and he could hear the smirk on that devilish face.

Another crack of the whip and Harry clenched his teeth to keep from yelling or moaning. He wasn't sure which.

"I-I'm sorry, Master."

"Of course you are, but you know what it means when you're disobedient don't you?"

Harry knew better than to answer and he held back a moan as the whip was replaced with a leather riding crop that seemed to be teasingly running up and down his thighs.

"I think punishment is my favorite part of keeping you, Potter." As he finished speaking he lifted the crop and sent it cracking across the globes of Harry's ass. "Count your lashes, slut."

"O-one."

Crack.

"Two!"

Then there were three in succession.

"FIVE!" he shouted as his painfully erect penis brushed against the leather fabric he was reclined on.

"Beautiful," said the still smirking voice behind him.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Ma-Master?"

"Not as much as I would if you said my name," The man behind him leaned forward and licked the sweat from the poor ravenette's neck while still running the end of the riding crop against the warm, sensitive skin.

"Y-Yes, Master Malfoy."

"Master Malfoy is my father, and you know it." He smacked Harry's ass with the crop once more.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry Master Draco."

Harry could almost hear the feral grin as it grew on the blonde's face.

"I'm almost positive you never expected this when we were in school, did you Potter?" Harry knew he wasn't expecting a response. "Or maybe you did want this. I always knew you were such a little masochist. You could have defeated my lord with your eyes closed, but you chose to submit."

Harry whined as he felt his sore cheeks being spread apart as a large, well-lubricated toy found its way into his unprepared hole.

"Why is that, I wonder?" Malfoy asked as the spell forced the thick cock toy in deeper. With a whispered incantation Harry gasped as he felt his cock being surrounded in a tight heat. "Answer me, Potter."

"I j-just wanted it to b-be over..."

"This is your favorite spell isn't it, Potter? Being able to fuck yourself like this. You're such a pathetic little slut. It's amazing. Some saviour you turned out to be. You're just a slave like everyone else. Finite Incantem."