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WARNINGS: Okay, wow. It’s been awhile since I last posted anything, hasn’t it. Yeah, well, okay. My warnings for ‘My Daddy’ are really very important, and should be taken seriously. It's odd, you know, feeling the change in seasons. I never really noticed it before, the flux in energy it brings and the way it affects your body. I always attributed my restlessness to what I had been eating, drinking, or doing prior to going to bed. The sugars and/or adrenaline, you know? But now? Now I'm quite sure that it's the seasons energy that does it. Despite it being rainy and over cast for the past few days, I notice the difference. The way the sky looks and the rain it pours down -or drizzles as the case may be now- it reflects my mood. Or my mood reflects it. I haven't quite decided how that works yet. Last night, the rain was coming down in torrets, and I couldn't sleep. I listened to music, read nearly all of my text books through and through, did the Transfiguration work that isn't due until next Monday. I had gone to bed early for me -anything before midnight is early- yet did not fall asleep until close to four. Does that make any sort of sense? Even to my fairly fucked up logic it doesn't. Normally I don't have a problem with insomnia. I either sleep right away, or in about an hour after my head hits the pillow. No such luck. And just a bit of advice: If listening to the rain and sleepy, classica-like music doesn't put you to sleep, nothing short of sleeping pills will either. I admit, I am by no means the most normal of people, but the things I thought of last night... *shudders* If my father could see me now. I'm sitting on the bridge between the flying field and the Consficated Items Room, smoking a muggle brand of fags -Marlboro Menthol Lights 100- in just my green satin sleep pants and a two sizes too small white wife-beater. Funny how my skin -so unnaturally pale- could be darker than the shirt I'm wearing. But then again, it is the night of a full moon, and my latest lover's 'disease' could very possibly be affecting me. I mused over life and death last night, while attempting to fall asleep. Mused over the Order and the Death Eaters too. And then of course, it was all brought back to the Boy-Who-Fucking-Lived, and then right back to life and death. Gods, I really hate that boy. First he comes into my life like ray of light from the Gods, only to have him shoot my offering of friendship down like it was enemy air craft. And for 5 years, we've been at eachothers throats, only now... now I don't want it to be my hands, but my lips, tongue and teeth. I've always known I was gay, and some ask how the hell I could know such a thing when I'm a mere 15 years old, but given the 'private education' -HA!- that my mother and father have been giving me since I was seven, and having to read every bit of information in the library at the Manor on sex and sexuality, I think it quite possible that I know these things. My father was, up until I turned thirteen, the only one that could ever get a reaction out of me. The only one that could get my preadolecent prick hard. The only one that could make me squirm as I shot off my load. People say I'm just like my father. I look like him, I walk like him, talk like him. They even say I give head like him. Well, I am the man's son, aren't I? Why shouldn't I have sex like he does? He was the one to teach me. "I'm grooming you for your rightful place as my heir, Draco" he told me, "It's hard work, and is often painful for you, I know, but it makes me proud to see you -my son- learning what it means to be a Malfoy. Even prouder knowing that I taught you and made you." He told me that when I was eleven, and on holiday from Hogwarts for Christmas. I had asked what the point of it all was. My mother -darling twat that she is- merely giggled and told me that it pleased my father to look at me and touch me. At eleven, I believed my fathers reasoning. When I returned to Hogwarts, my Head of House, who happens to be my godfather, took me aside and asked if I'd been experiencing any sort of changes Body, mood and temperment wise. I shrugged. At my age, how was I supposed to know what it felt like to go through puberty? My father had obviously instructed Snape to keep me up to date with my studies, because the next night I was summoned to his office, where I was told to strip. I find it rather funny, now that I'm looking back on it. My father had made it very clear in the beginning that I was not to allow my body to react to anyone other than himself, and it stuck. Snape couldn't -and to this day still can't- get me up. That didn't mean, however, that I wasn't good enough to get him up, or suck him off. Oh no, the only thing Severus Snape didn't do to me is actually put his cock up my ass and fuck me. I learned all about toys that term. When I arrived at Kings Cross the end of the year, my father met me, and ushered me into the limo. He hardly ever used the limo. Before the car had even started moving, he was taking off my robes, and pulling my trousers down around my ankles. This was the first time I'd ever shocked my father with my body. Snape had thought it only fitting that he repay my father for the use of his son, and as such, had called me to his chambers early that morning, well before breakfast. "Strip, fold your clothes and place them on the bed, then I want you sitting in the chair, knees hooked over the arms." he told me, taking the small chest he kept the things he used on me in. "Yes sir." We'd come to the conclusion early on in the second half of the year -a mere two days after I'd returned from the Christmas break- that my being flacid was not at all acceptable. One owl from my father, and I was wanking myself to the near brink before journeying to Snape's chambers, and I was to imagine my father doing the things he would do to me. I was to call out for my father. So not being prepared that morning, I was limp and had no idea what was going to happen. But I did as I was told, settling myself into the large black leather arm chair -gods, the arms on this thing were so tall it hurt to hook my knees over it- fingers laced together in front of my chest, with my elbows resting by my knees. He set the box at the foot of the chair, and with a smirk, kissed my lips. I was never told to kiss back, but I was always supposed to allow his tongue to explore. Snape didn't seem to mind. "Has your father talked to you about what he'll be teaching you this summer?" he had asked, unlocking the chest. "No sir." "Good, then this will be a surprise for both of you. Arouse yourself, Mr. Malfoy." "Sir?" "Just do it." I shut my eyes and trailed my fingers down my chest to my abdomen, and then gripped myself. My mind turned my hands into my fathers, and as I pushed back the foreskin on my dick, I heard Snape's groan of approval. He loved watching me get up, because his hands couldn't do it for me. A few minutes of hard stroking, and I was definitly aroused. I was just about to press a finger into myself when Snape stopped me. "That's enough." I stopped immediately. "Bend forward and put your hands on your ankles." Complying without a thought, I did as asked, and found myself tied there, by magical bonds that only tightened if I struggled against them. Father had never tied me, and Snape had never used anything other than loose silk scarves, and those occassions were few and far in between. I suppose I must have made some sort of noise of protest, because Snape shifted me until my legs were straight up in the air. The bonds changed, and my hands were held above my head, legs feeling like they were suspended from the ceiling. "Tell me, Mr. Malfoy, do you want to please your father when you see him at Kings Cross?" Snape asked. "Yes sir. Of course." I could feel my muscles stretching beyond anything they'd stretched so far, and as he pulled a small velvet cushion from the hidden compartment in the chest, I knew this was going to be painful. "Pick a pair, Mr. Malfoy. Something you think your father would like." I stared at what looked like earings, only with thicker studs, and they looked very heavy. There was one set in particular that caught my eye. They weren't as heavy looking as the others, and had another little loop hanging from them, and the second I told Snape which pair I liked, he pointed his wand to one, and then to my left nipple. I almost screamed as he pierced me, but when he pulled a few bits of leather and a vibrator out of the chest, I panicked. My father had never allowed for such things to stay on my person, but I was leaving in a little under five hours, and I didn't think I had much of a say in the matter. "Don't move." I couldn't move, really, or the bonds would constrict on my wrists and ankles, but as he slid that phallus up my ass and looped the straps around my hips to hold it in place, I knew I was in trouble. This was moving into the dominatrix category father had told me would one day come, and while he said it brought great fun and would make him very proud of me -something I always aimed to do- it terrified me. The thought of what my father would think when he saw it... "Does that feel good, Mr. Malfoy?" "If you say it does, sir." "And I say it does. Shall I turn it on for you?" He flicked his wand at it, and I arched into the back of the chair, and nearly off it. It was so deep, and so thick that it felt so incredibly like my father. "It was modeled after him, you know. It's my personal favorite. Now," he released the bonds, "Get dressed and head up to breakfast. You'd do well to be aching for your father when he meets you." And that brings me back to being in the limo, with my pants down at my ankles, with my father staring at me, completely shocked. "What," he started, voice dark. That was never a good sign. "is this, my Dragon?" "P-Professor Snape said you would be pleased..." I had not once stuttered in front of my father, not in nearly 5 years, and he smiled at my insecurity. Leaning over me, he had claimed my lips, and unsnapped the straps. With a delicate hand, he pushed me back against the seat, and sat back to unzip his own trousers. I stared at his cock hungrily, as I knew he liked, and as he settled himself on the other side of the car, I crawled over to him. "No. Sit back where you were." he ordered, his hand stroking his hardness, "Fuck the toy, Draco." "Father?" "I'll charm it to remain steady, and I want you to fuck it. Use the lighting track to balance yourself if you must." So I did, and I followed further instructions as he gave them, and as he came -silent this time, which was unusual- I screamed for him, finding my own relief. That summer was filled with lots more toys, whips, chains and loveless fucks than I would ever care to remember. But some how, being submissive stayed with me, even when he told me to be dominant. Even now, I like to be whipped and tied, forced even. I haven't found a lover that will force me tho'. So I force myself to find a dark room down in the dungeons at night, and cast all the silencing and locking charms I know, and use a charmed dildo and some crops and pulls to do their dirtiest once I cast a self bonding charm. Even my toys are gentle sometimes. Insomnia does that to me. Makes me babble. Makes me remember. Like the look on my father's face when I told him I had fucked my DADA professor and screamed his (and not my father’s) name in third year. He had ripped off my swim trunks, and thrust his prick up my ass so fast that I didn't even see it coming. And when I was just about to come, he stopped me. He kept me hard for three hours while he fucked my hole, and my mouth. Just before I returned to Hogwarts for my fourth year, he had a 'friend' bring by a newly aquired pet. I remember blanching at the sight of the silver-tawny wolf on a lead before me. I wasn't stupid, I knew what he'd been trying to do. Stupid, stupid Wolf. It was the tail end of a full moon, and the effects it had on him would be wearing off in a matter of hours. Gods, there were times I hated him for taking the Wolfsbane. He could be mistaken for a dog or a normal wolf if he hadn't been so big. "Do it." My father had demanded, placing my hand on the animals testicles. "You said you enjoyed it, so show me, Draco, show me how much you enjoyed /fucking him/." I didn't have much of a choice in the matter. He was my father, and my sick, twisted sense of familial loyalty and pride only made it worse. For the first time since I was seven, I cried, not that it was heard over the pained howl of the Wolf I'd just violated. Even tho' he doesn't blame me, and tells me that after the initial shock he loved it, I still feel dirty. But he says he loves me, and would let me do anything to him. Gods, I hate my fucking father. My smoke is gone. Three of them actually. Amazing how you don't even realize you're lighting another one up, isn't it? Father hates it when I smoke. He doens't know about my sex life here at Hogwarts. That's probably a good thing, considering that I'm working for the bloody Order. And Snape's Prick on a Stick! Is that Potter!? Merlin, he's flying around, after hours, in a pair of white fucking briefs! Is he mental? And my Gods, that body... Fuck! Stop it Draco! You're not supposed to get off on the Boy-Who-Fuckin-Lived! You're not. Don't touch yourself. Don't pull those damn nipple rings and... sweet lords in heaven... he's seen me... and he's... oooohhhh, yes, Potter, you know you love your broom. I'm going to have to owl him about his friends Godson. This type of erotic display cannot be legal. The way he's moving on that broom. Fuck, this is bad. I'm half hard for him already, and no one's been able to do that to me. Absolutely no one. Gods, he's touching himself now. And Morgana help me, the sight of his bulge in those briefs, it's just so hot. Oh please, Potter, don't do this to me. Don't- Ah! You cheeky bastard! Hovering in the shadows down by the rocks and the wall between the courtyard and the lake, he's pulled his cock our and... ooooohhhhh... Even from here I can see how hard he is, and Gods, what I wouldn't give to be his Firebolt. "Potter..." Shit, I did not just say that out loud! Fuck, he's looking right at me, and bloody hell, that smirk. Quick, Malfoy, get up and head back inside. Never mind that he could catch you cause he's on that broom, but- "See something you like, Malfoy?" Fuck, when thehell did he fly down behind me. And damn, he's tucked himself back in. Oooh, but by the Gods, he's so fucking huge. Those damn briefs are so well worn that their fabric is thin, and nearly translucent from the fluid leaking from his dick. Precum that he was currently licking from his fingers. Shit. "Is there a particular reason you're flying nearly starkers?" "Because it feel so good. Don't tell me you've never done it." "Can't say that I- Hey, that was my last smoke!" "Oh, sorry." By all that is good and sacred, he's taking a drag and handing it back. And I just took it. What the hell is wrong with me? "You wanna try it?" "Excuse me?" "Flying naked, do you want to try it? I promise, I'll go slow." "D-double? Potter, I doubt you can control your broom that well." "I caught you that last match, didn't I?" "More like slowed my fall." "Honestly, Draco, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were scared." "Of you and your flying abilities, not a chance." Of course what I may be tempted to do to you, yes. "Then strip and let's go." Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, he took off his briefs. And he is probably the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. What i wouldn't give to touch him or -Oh! Hands, on me. Pulling. Shirt. Off. Christ almighty! "*growl* Merlin, Malfoy, you've got your nipples pierced too? And I thought the ears and belly button were a dead give away of your more kinky side." Before I can stop him, he's running his hands down my chest, and over my hips, taking my pants with him. As I step out of them, he bites the inside of my thigh, and if I wasn't my father's fuck toy, I would've come right then and there. He's mounted the broom, and pulled me next to him. So hot... "I promise, no funny business." "It's not /that/ which worries me, Potter, it's this double flying that has me doubting my sanity." I straddle the broom in front of him, and kicking off, we rise slowly but steadily over the rope suppors of the bridge. His hands are warm over mine as he steers us out over the lake, and leaning forward, takes a bolder step towards my person then anyone in Hogwarts would ever dream. His fingers grab one of my nipple rings and tug, my buck effectively pressing my ass to his cock. "You steer, I'll just hold you." "Onto me, you mean." "No." His arms are wrapped around me, one hand at my waist, the other toying with my tits. Merlin, I am so fucking hard. I fly us a little faster, reveling in the feel of the air on my heated skin. His Firebolt feels like perfection between my thighs, and his cock, oh! If feels so incredibly good, rubbing the cleft of my ass, the head sliding against my lower back in a trail of his precum. I'm not close enough to weeping yet. And now his hands are running up my back, pressing down on my shoulders. "Lean forward, Malfoy. Press your prick to the shaft of the broom." His lips brush my ear as one hand moved to my hips. "Feels good, doesn't it?" "Potter, would it be appropriate to tell you that in a matter of seconds, I'll be humping your broom like I was a dog in heat?" "Quite appropriate, actually Malfoy. Don't let me stop you." One of those hands closed over mine, and the other... I moan as he presses his fingers into my mouth. "Suck." Oh, I am. Gods, I am. I'll suck them like I would suck my father's cock. My hips are moving of their own accord now, rubbing my hard-on against Potter's broom, and now his dick wasn't against my ass anymore. Fuck. "Oooh, so nice. Are you enjoing this, Malfoy? Would you like me to fuck you?" He pulled the fingers from my mouth, and slid one inside me, then the second, third and fourth. "Tell me, Malfoy. Tell me you want my hot, thick, juicy cock up your ass. Tell me you want me to come so hard and so deep inside you that your father feels it." "Ah! Potter! Please, oh Gods, yes, PLEASE!" He's... oh yes! He's inside me. I push back against him like the wanton little whore I am, and he laughs, putting his hands on the broom behind mind to ensure a smooth ride back to our clothes. Heavens know I can't think enough to do it. He pounded himself into me, and we landed, the Firebolt still between our legs. I moved it against my dick and Potter's hands -Gods!- they're on my chest, fingers pulling, rolling, pinching my over-sensitive nipples. "So good, Malfoy. So fucking good!" "Oh, Oh! Please!" "Please what, Malfoy, what do you want?" "Harder. I need it harder, please!" He was grunting and thrusting so hard that I dropped the broom and collapsed to the bridge beneath us. I'd never felt like this. Never wanted anyone to pound my ass the way father does. I never wanted to feel this much of another person. Never wanted a person to own me the way my father did. "Oh! Yes, yes! Gods, Malfoy! I'm gonna come. Come with me Malfoy. Shoot off all over my broom. Scream my name as you come, Draco, do it!" "Ah ah, OH! Yes, ah, please, oh please! I'm so close, Harry! Wait for me, please!" "Don't know if I can! Hurry!" "Arrghhh! I can't! Oh, Fuck, I can't. Daddy, please, oh please, I can't make it happen daddy!" "Yes you can, Draco! Gods, Oh! I can't wait! I can't fucking wait for you!" I feel him stiffen for the briefest second, before he's plunging into me so hard, so fast, so deep, finally releasing his seed deep inside me. Gods, it was the most powerful thing I've ever felt. "HARRY!!!" I shoot my load so hard that I arched myself back completely, sending both of us to the ground, riding him as I continue to spurt out onto his broom. My spunk looked like fucking pearls. He kisses my hair, and rubs his palms over my still-hard tits, kisses running down my neck and he rests his sweat damp forehead on my shoulder as he lifts me off him. I'm just about to get up to get dressed, when he pulls me into his arms, crushing me to his chest. "He won't do it again, I promise." he whispers, hands clutching my ass almost protectively. "Potter?" I can't believe my own voice. I sound like a third year just going through puberty. "I know what he does to you Draco, and he won't do it any more. You'll never have to be his toy ever again. Remus and I won't let him touch you." I've always doubted my sanity but the thoughts running through my head now, they make me certifiable. This is how fathers are supposed to treat their sons. This tender, loving embrace. Not the cold, casual fucking my father indulges in. I had -since I was five- always wanted it to be like that. I wanted someone who wouldn't beat me for calling him 'dad' or 'daddy'. "Harry?" "Yeah?" "I"m not dreaming, am I?" "No, Draco, you're not dreaming." We're quiet for a minute, before I'm brave enough to ask. "What are we, Harry?" "Whatever you want us to be, Draco. Whatever you want." "Can you be my daddy?" He looks at me with startled green eyes and I want to bolt. I shouldn't have asked. I- Oh. He's kissing me. Hugging me. "Oh Draco. Oh baby..." "Ha-" "Yes, baby, I can be your daddy, if you want me to be." "Please." "Okay." Again, we're quiet. "We need to get back inside, Draco. You okay enough to go back to the Slytherin Dorms?" "I wanna stay with you, Harry. Daddy." "Okay. Okay. Let's go." He dresses me, and kisses me. He's got my hand and we're heading back inside. To his dorm. Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Fucking-Lived. The one who made me realize that I'm crazy. I love him. Always have. We're in his bed now, and he's taking my clothes off, pulling the covers up over us. "Go to sleep now, Draco." "Daddy...?" "What is it, love?" "I love you." "I love you too, Draco. Sleep now. We'll see Remus tomorrow." "I don't want him to be my Daddy." "I know. It's okay. Sleep, Draco, go to sleep." "My daddy." "Yes, baby, I'm your daddy." fin go back back? |