twelve out of fifty
someone is on the waiting list for my table. yay! incentive to go faster i'm doing these in numerical order and i'm on number 12 now and i've got up to story 22 completed. so three more and i'm halfway. that's not bad, right? i think i started on the 3rd or 4th of may. i'm determined to finish this table before book seven is released. i'll be working up until it's laungh, typing until my fingers bleed if i have to. on that note - NC-17fic under the cut:
Title: Spit & rape
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: NC-17
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 012 - Wonder
Word Count: 1400
Summary: Draco gets off on dominating Harry
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language, rape, chan, humiliation, watersports, domination, violence, blood.
Notes: for 100quills and x-posted to idontgiveafaux and more
“Gentlemen! Start your engines.”
Draco Malfoy looked around the dark, dank cellar-like room with a pleased smile on his face. At his command the three other Slytherins had gathered around the naked, slumped figure on the floor and started to masturbate their cocks, not too urgently so the fun was over before it began, but with a definite furious rhythm to their actions. Draco, along with two other Slytherins in the room, had had their foreskins removed so he particularly enjoyed the way Zabini's foreskin moved over his magnificent cock head and slid back down the long black rod. Next to him stood Crabbe, who had used his spit as lubrication and was sliding his fist up and down the entire length of his shaft with one hand, while grabbing his balls and pulling them tightly with the other.
“Present him to me.”
Draco took off his clothes slowly as they complied with his order. Zabini and Crabbe picked up the figure from his cowering position on the stone floor and each wrenched an arm behind his back. The small, waif-like figure hardly attempted to put up a fight apart from a few feeble half-hearted struggles. The men holding him were older and stronger than he, and for good measure Goyle - the fourth Slytherin present - grabbed a fistful of his hair from the back and yanked it sharply, so his face was brought up for Draco, who was now standing fully naked with crossed arms - not minding in the least about the chilly surroundings - to inspect.
Draco had seen this person, memorised his face so many times he had lost count. He was his nemesis, albeit a good three years younger so the hardship of battles fought had not yet crept into his quivering, first-year spectacled face. But that... thing, that scar imprinted on his head, mocking Draco every time he saw it was more than enough confirmation that the boy that was being held a naked prisoner in front of him was Harry Potter. Not really him of course. Even with the help of all the magic in the world, Draco would have never been able to get Harry in such a vulnerable, exposed position. But this was just as good, if not better. The first-year hadn’t put up any fight as they had cornered him in the bathroom. Draco told him that they knew what powers he had and what he wanted him to turn into. The scared Metamorphmagus did as he was told.
Crabbe and Goyle pushed the transformed Harry onto his knees where he had an uncompromising view of Draco's cock, slowly hardening and getting bigger until the tip of the head was inches from Harry's nose.
“Kiss it. Show some fucking respect,” Draco snarled. This is what dreams were made of. A young Harry, a weak Harry, a Harry that was far inferior to he, and a Harry that was forced to do what he wanted. He watched in delight as Harry nuzzled into his prick, planting quick little adorating kisses all over his pride and joy.
“Open.”
Harry complied with Draco's order and tentatively opened his mouth. Draco, easily able to hold the preteens head perfectly still in his grip, did just that and then forced his cock down Harry's throat. Harry gagged a couple of times and pushed against Draco's legs with all his might, trying to back off and inhale some air, but Draco held his position and even bucked his hips a couple of times to force an extra couple of inches down his throat. He looked down to admire the wonderful sight of Harry’s lips stretched to the limit, his throat completely invaded by his cock and his only chance of being able to breathe was at his decision.
He started to pump faster now, enjoying the gags and splutters from Harry, who was desperately trying to wrench himself away from his dick.
“Struggle, slut,” sneered Zabini and quickened his pace on his stroking as Harry stared at him through tear-laced eyes, silently begging him to put a stop to this. As if he’d only just realised that there were others in the room when Zabini spoke, Draco removed his cock from a grateful Harry’s mouth and frowned.
“Go.”
Crabbe and Goyle stopped masturbating and stared at Draco stupidly. Zabini slowed down his pace but didn’t stop altogether.
“Now,” Draco snapped. Goyle muttered something unintelligible and he dared to give Draco a dirty look before leaving the room with Crabbe. Zabini stared at Draco coolly, as if challenging him to say something to him. Draco stared back unflinchingly and didn’t remove his eyes from Zabini’s until he finally stopped stroking and left the room without a word. Now was when the fun would really begin.
“Who owns you?” Draco asked.
Harry stared up at him, wondering what it was he should say. Silence was not the correct answer as he soon found out as Draco suddenly drove his fist into the side of his head, knocking him for six.
“Who owns you?” he repeated.
“You do,” Harry snivelled, clutching at his head where Draco had just hit him.
“Yes, I fucking do.” And with that, Draco manhandled Harry into a position where he was on all fours. He grabbed the back of his neck and pushed his face into the stone, cold floor. “Like the fucking dog that you are,” he spat. He positioned himself behind Harry and upon seeing a small river of blood flowing through the cracked floor coming from Harry’s face where he’d most likely have opened up a wound, his cock twitched and in one deft movement, he slid the entire length of his cock inside Harry. The boy was quite delirious, having been put through the abuse, humiliation and beatings which was just as well for him as he couldn’t feel the full amount of pain that Draco dry-fucking him was causing.
Draco was getting into his stride now, grabbing Harry’s shoulders and using his strength to literally push the boy out before ramming him back onto his dick. He heard Harry catch a sob in his throat and his heart raced as he almost came to a climax. He pulled out of Harry roughly and before he had time to react, grabbed him by the back of his hair and pulled him to his knees. He walked to the front of him and the sight of Harry with tears streaming down his face, mixed with the blood from a cut on his forehead right where his scar used to be visible proved to be the end for Draco. He grabbed hold of his cock with one hand and the back of Harry’s neck in the other. Harry stared at him, silently pleading for the final time for his release, before his face was covered as Draco erupted over him with a loud tiger-like roar.
Such was the intensity of the climax, Draco forgot where he was for a moment. He closed his eyes and saw stars and even the location of where he actually was didn’t deter from the fact that he’d never visited such a wonderful place before.
He looked down and Harry, covered in him and smiled. “Dirty little tramp,” he laughed. “You need cleaning,” and with that aimed his softening cock at Harry’s face and unleashed a torrent of piss to hose him down. Harry twisted and struggled to get away from the acrid urine shower Draco was giving him, to no avail.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Draco shook the last drops from his cock, making sure they were flicked over Harry and grinned maliciously.
“You’ll be here same time tomorrow.”
The boy looked frightened and his mouth parted open in shock. Draco seized the opportunity and grabbed him by the jaw and spat several times directly into his mouth before closing it shut by placing his other hand on top of his head and pushing it down.
“You’ll be here same time tomorrow,” he repeated.
The boy swallowed hard and Draco, completely satisfied, left him to wallow in his own self-loathing.
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.
Title: Spit & rape
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: NC-17
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 012 - Wonder
Word Count: 1400
Summary: Draco gets off on dominating Harry
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language, rape, chan, humiliation, watersports, domination, violence, blood.
Notes: for 100quills and x-posted to idontgiveafaux and more
“Gentlemen! Start your engines.”
Draco Malfoy looked around the dark, dank cellar-like room with a pleased smile on his face. At his command the three other Slytherins had gathered around the naked, slumped figure on the floor and started to masturbate their cocks, not too urgently so the fun was over before it began, but with a definite furious rhythm to their actions. Draco, along with two other Slytherins in the room, had had their foreskins removed so he particularly enjoyed the way Zabini's foreskin moved over his magnificent cock head and slid back down the long black rod. Next to him stood Crabbe, who had used his spit as lubrication and was sliding his fist up and down the entire length of his shaft with one hand, while grabbing his balls and pulling them tightly with the other.
“Present him to me.”
Draco took off his clothes slowly as they complied with his order. Zabini and Crabbe picked up the figure from his cowering position on the stone floor and each wrenched an arm behind his back. The small, waif-like figure hardly attempted to put up a fight apart from a few feeble half-hearted struggles. The men holding him were older and stronger than he, and for good measure Goyle - the fourth Slytherin present - grabbed a fistful of his hair from the back and yanked it sharply, so his face was brought up for Draco, who was now standing fully naked with crossed arms - not minding in the least about the chilly surroundings - to inspect.
Draco had seen this person, memorised his face so many times he had lost count. He was his nemesis, albeit a good three years younger so the hardship of battles fought had not yet crept into his quivering, first-year spectacled face. But that... thing, that scar imprinted on his head, mocking Draco every time he saw it was more than enough confirmation that the boy that was being held a naked prisoner in front of him was Harry Potter. Not really him of course. Even with the help of all the magic in the world, Draco would have never been able to get Harry in such a vulnerable, exposed position. But this was just as good, if not better. The first-year hadn’t put up any fight as they had cornered him in the bathroom. Draco told him that they knew what powers he had and what he wanted him to turn into. The scared Metamorphmagus did as he was told.
Crabbe and Goyle pushed the transformed Harry onto his knees where he had an uncompromising view of Draco's cock, slowly hardening and getting bigger until the tip of the head was inches from Harry's nose.
“Kiss it. Show some fucking respect,” Draco snarled. This is what dreams were made of. A young Harry, a weak Harry, a Harry that was far inferior to he, and a Harry that was forced to do what he wanted. He watched in delight as Harry nuzzled into his prick, planting quick little adorating kisses all over his pride and joy.
“Open.”
Harry complied with Draco's order and tentatively opened his mouth. Draco, easily able to hold the preteens head perfectly still in his grip, did just that and then forced his cock down Harry's throat. Harry gagged a couple of times and pushed against Draco's legs with all his might, trying to back off and inhale some air, but Draco held his position and even bucked his hips a couple of times to force an extra couple of inches down his throat. He looked down to admire the wonderful sight of Harry’s lips stretched to the limit, his throat completely invaded by his cock and his only chance of being able to breathe was at his decision.
He started to pump faster now, enjoying the gags and splutters from Harry, who was desperately trying to wrench himself away from his dick.
“Struggle, slut,” sneered Zabini and quickened his pace on his stroking as Harry stared at him through tear-laced eyes, silently begging him to put a stop to this. As if he’d only just realised that there were others in the room when Zabini spoke, Draco removed his cock from a grateful Harry’s mouth and frowned.
“Go.”
Crabbe and Goyle stopped masturbating and stared at Draco stupidly. Zabini slowed down his pace but didn’t stop altogether.
“Now,” Draco snapped. Goyle muttered something unintelligible and he dared to give Draco a dirty look before leaving the room with Crabbe. Zabini stared at Draco coolly, as if challenging him to say something to him. Draco stared back unflinchingly and didn’t remove his eyes from Zabini’s until he finally stopped stroking and left the room without a word. Now was when the fun would really begin.
“Who owns you?” Draco asked.
Harry stared up at him, wondering what it was he should say. Silence was not the correct answer as he soon found out as Draco suddenly drove his fist into the side of his head, knocking him for six.
“Who owns you?” he repeated.
“You do,” Harry snivelled, clutching at his head where Draco had just hit him.
“Yes, I fucking do.” And with that, Draco manhandled Harry into a position where he was on all fours. He grabbed the back of his neck and pushed his face into the stone, cold floor. “Like the fucking dog that you are,” he spat. He positioned himself behind Harry and upon seeing a small river of blood flowing through the cracked floor coming from Harry’s face where he’d most likely have opened up a wound, his cock twitched and in one deft movement, he slid the entire length of his cock inside Harry. The boy was quite delirious, having been put through the abuse, humiliation and beatings which was just as well for him as he couldn’t feel the full amount of pain that Draco dry-fucking him was causing.
Draco was getting into his stride now, grabbing Harry’s shoulders and using his strength to literally push the boy out before ramming him back onto his dick. He heard Harry catch a sob in his throat and his heart raced as he almost came to a climax. He pulled out of Harry roughly and before he had time to react, grabbed him by the back of his hair and pulled him to his knees. He walked to the front of him and the sight of Harry with tears streaming down his face, mixed with the blood from a cut on his forehead right where his scar used to be visible proved to be the end for Draco. He grabbed hold of his cock with one hand and the back of Harry’s neck in the other. Harry stared at him, silently pleading for the final time for his release, before his face was covered as Draco erupted over him with a loud tiger-like roar.
Such was the intensity of the climax, Draco forgot where he was for a moment. He closed his eyes and saw stars and even the location of where he actually was didn’t deter from the fact that he’d never visited such a wonderful place before.
He looked down and Harry, covered in him and smiled. “Dirty little tramp,” he laughed. “You need cleaning,” and with that aimed his softening cock at Harry’s face and unleashed a torrent of piss to hose him down. Harry twisted and struggled to get away from the acrid urine shower Draco was giving him, to no avail.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Draco shook the last drops from his cock, making sure they were flicked over Harry and grinned maliciously.
“You’ll be here same time tomorrow.”
The boy looked frightened and his mouth parted open in shock. Draco seized the opportunity and grabbed him by the jaw and spat several times directly into his mouth before closing it shut by placing his other hand on top of his head and pushing it down.
“You’ll be here same time tomorrow,” he repeated.
The boy swallowed hard and Draco, completely satisfied, left him to wallow in his own self-loathing.
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.