HP/LM: Spare the Rod
Title: SPARE THE ROD
Pairing: Lucius/Harry
Rating: VERY NC-17!
WARNINGS: Bestiality, bondage, caning, anal
Word Count: ~2600
DISCLAIMER: J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. I make no money from this paltry piece of Potterotica.
A/N: I know Lucius’s cane was only used in the movies, but I couldn’t resist. :)
* This is dedicated to daiseechain who received it at the HP get together in London earlier this year.
* Thank you, mystressxoxo, for being a wonderful friend and beta. I write nonsense and you gently beat guide me until it all looks better.
“What do you intend to do with-- with that, Lucius?!” Harry asked, a bit of panic in his voice. Lucius had been gracious enough to show him the only thing he had brought to today’s session was his lacquered, ebony cane with the silver snakehead handle, which had fascinated Harry during his years at Hogwarts. Immediately after showing him the cane, Lucius had blindfolded Harry. He wanted him to feel more than see what was going to happen.
Harry was naked. His arms were bound high above him, keeping him upright, while his feet were spread and chained to the floor. He was a few inches away from the stone wall that held his chains. It was in this moment, in the wait before the pain and pleasure that was going to come, right before everything began, that Harry lived for, during those times between sessions.
Long ago, Harry realized that he needed the release of a good beating. The freedom of letting someone else control him, dominate him, and inflict pain was a wonderful release from the control he had to maintain during his normal life. He hated himself for needing the release the pain brought him, but he hated the way he felt without it more. The pain would overwhelm his every thought and clear his overactive mind. When they were done, he knew he would feel the remnants of the pain for days, but his mind would be clear again, and he would be able to once again take on the yoke of his daily responsibilities. It had taken him a long time to search for the right person to help him find this freedom, and when he did find them, he knew it would be a match made in heaven or hell. He wasn’t sure which.
Through a series of fortunate events, he found that the person who could ‘help’ him the most was none other than his one time nemesis, Lucius Malfoy.
The older man brought control and strength that came with age. He had discipline and abilities that came from his pureblood upbringing that Harry secretly appreciated. During their sessions, Lucius was able to determine Harry's needs and provide for them, while bringing himself pleasure. He was a true master who could free Harry’s mind while subduing his body. Harry felt honored to be under Lucius's control. The man knew him better than he knew himself.
At that moment, Lucius cleared his throat, and Harry's full attention was on him. Harry could feel Lucius rub the length of the cane against his ass. The soft, cool caress sent shivers down Harry’s spine. Then Harry felt something score across his ass, cutting into it as it moved across his flesh. He suspected that Lucius took the snakehead handle and angled it so that the fangs in its open mouth raked into his skin. Harry hissed from the sharp contact, and his ass clenched from the pain.
“You have been such a good boy today, Harry. You arrived on time, and you stripped just like I asked you to do. I should actually grant you whatever you ask of me. However, before we met, I specifically asked you to remain silent unless I allowed you to speak. You have disobeyed my command and have been a naughty boy, haven't you?”
Harry could hear Lucius pace back and forth as his voice grew angrier and colder. He shivered at what was to come and then listened as Lucius continued.
"So, I'm afraid I have no other choice but to punish you. I hate to do it, but you know what they say, Harry. Spare the rod and spoil the child.”
Then, before he could comprehend what Lucius meant, Harry heard the swish of the cane speeding through the air. Its first contact with his lower thighs was sudden, shocking him as the acute pain surged down his legs and up his back. He threw his head back and gasped from the overwhelming sensations. Before he could take in the shock of the initial pain, he heard the swishing sound again… and again.
The dense burn of the solid wood flogging his ass and thighs caused Harry to cry and moan from the amazing sensations. His hands tightly gripped the chains above his wrists as the throbbing hot pain started in his back and moved around to his front as the blood began to pool in his groin. His stomach tightened as he felt his cock growing, becoming harder from the wonderful agony Lucius gave him. This is what Harry wanted, and he started to smile from behind the blindfold.
Lucius continued caning Harry, giving him a total of ten strokes before he mercifully stopped. Harry, for his part, was panting, trying to recover from the throbbing emanating from his thighs and buttocks. His knees finally buckled, and he was hanging limp from the chains bound to his wrists. His cock was on fire, precum leaking out of it and slowly making a trail against the stone wall. He desperately wanted to come, but knew he couldn’t unless he was allowed.
“Th-Thank you for that, Lucius. These little sessions seem to help me so much,” Harry began as he tried, unsteadily, to stand.
“Oh, we’re not done yet, Mr. Potter. We still have a way to go before I am satisfied,” Lucius whispered next to Harry’s ear. The feel of Lucius’s breath made Harry shiver in anticipation. He knew the man had only brought his cane, which he thought Lucius had thoroughly used. Harry couldn't understand what else Lucius would have in mind.
“Come alive!” Lucius hissed in a language that wasn’t English, and yet Harry could understand it.
“You -- you speak Parseltongue,” Harry whispered in astonishment. Upon hearing those sibilant sounds, his pelvis had involuntarily thrust into the unyielding wall in front of him.
“Oh yes, Mr. Potter. You should know by now that I am a man of many talents.
“Now go and prepare the way for me,” Lucius hissed.
Harry heard something drop to the ground, followed by a soft brushing sound against the cold floor as it got closer to him. Harry shivered as the hairs on his back stood up. He was uncertain what Lucius had done, but whatever he had been talking to was now approaching Harry.
Harry felt something cool, thin, and smooth, like soft leather, glide over his foot, slowly working its way up and around his left calf, and then up his thigh. He felt a tiny flicker across his skin from time to time as it continued to move around his leg. The feeling made his flesh dimple and rise, but it also made him pant from the increasing erotic sensation of it all.
"You are very delicious, young one. Your flesh smells and tastes most intoxicating. The Master is going to love taking you, I think," Harry heard from the thing crawling over him.
”What are you? Wh-Where did you come from?” Harry asked as he felt the creature flick its tongue against his skin.
“I am many things: a cane, a snake, a pet, a tool, and a toy; but mainly I am the Master’s. When he commands me, I can turn from a cane form to a snake form and back again. I do his bidding and am obedient to him,” the snake/cane hissed at Harry as it continued to coil upwards around his leg. When it got to the top of his thigh, it licked in several places where he was sore from the beating he had received earlier. The feeling of that small tongue made Harry’s cock twitch every time it licked him.
Then Harry felt something he thought he’d never even imagine feeling. The snake/cane began to nudge its head between Harry’s buttocks, working its way between his flesh in short, erratic thrusts.
“What-- what’s it doing, Lucius? Is it doing what I think it's doing?” Harry asked. He was panting, trying to keep in the desperate whimpers he wanted to release. He was simultaneously revolted and sexually charged by what it was doing.
“Oh, Mr. Potter, that would be cheating. I can tell you that its head is charmed to secrete a sufficient warming lubricant when it makes contact with the skin. Does that help?"
Harry heard Lucius laugh as he could felt the snake/cane worm its way between his swollen and bleeding buttocks.
"What would Minister Shacklebolt think if he knew the Chosen One got off on a good beating? Hmm? What if he could see his favorite pet, Harry Potter, chained to my dungeon walls, erect and shamelessly rubbing against the stone as a snake fucked him?" Lucius mocked Harry. Harry moaned, both from Lucius’s degrading words and from the actions of the snake.
"Watching you, I have to admit, is highly erotic. Why I, myself, have a rather throbbing erection that will need attending to. My charmed snake was correct. You are rather delicious, Mr. Potter."
Harry gasped. His hips involuntarily thrust forward as the snake finally made its way to his crinkled orifice and began to lap at that hidden, closed passage. The split tongue alternated between jabbing and lapping as it quickly licked its way around his anal opening. After it had tasted everything on the outside, it slowly started to force its tongue inside. Then, when it had all of its tongue worked into Harry's ass, it made an unintelligible hiss as its head pushed into Harry’s opening.
The part of Harry’s brain that thought this was disturbing was submitting in defeat to his body. This was the kinkiest and most erotic thing that had ever happened to him. The sensations were wonderful!
Harry was panting and mumbling incoherently as the snake continued to work deeper into him. Harry’s mind was lost in pure sexual sensation. His cock was painfully erect, twitching erratically, wanting any physical contact while his buttocks clenched, feeling the resistance of the snake/cane as it moved further into him of its own unnatural accord.
Harry could hear Lucius laugh as he heard the man walk around him. Harry could feel Lucius occasionally run his fingertips over Harry’s body, increasing the sexual tension. Lucius’s fingers would caress down Harry’s spine, while he tweaked a nipple with his other hand, causing Harry to completely come apart. When he couldn’t take it anymore, Harry cried out in frustration.
“Lucius, please!” Harry begged. “Please, have mercy on me! I can’t take it anymore! Fuck me!”
Lucius’s malicious laughter could be heard echoing off the cold, stone walls. A copious amount of fluid was dripping out of Harry's cock as he heard Lucius hiss for the snake to return to him and resume its ebony wood cane form. He then felt Lucius walk between his open legs; he could feel Lucius’s trousers brush against his inner thighs. Harry heard Lucius unbuckle his belt, open his trousers, and whisper a spell to lubricate his cock.
Harry’s backside was like raw, tenderized meat as he felt Lucius’s hands grip his hips and move him up and back to press against the blond’s groin. He could feel Lucius's oiled erection grounding against his ass, and he hissed from the contact with his bruised and bleeding skin.
“Certainly, Harry. It’s the least I can do,” Lucius said as he thrust into Harry without further warning. He grabbed onto Harry's hips, his fingernails clawing into that young flesh, as he mindlessly drove into Harry's body. Lucius threw his head back and howled in triumph. Harry knew Lucius was merciless and would take all the pleasure he wanted, not caring whether or not Harry was being satisfied.
Harry renewed his grip on the chains above him. His arms were screaming in pain, and his joints felt like they were going to disintegrate from being extended for so long. His legs were rubbery and weak, but it didn't matter as Lucius's hands were controlling his motions, forcing Harry to bend at the waist as he ruthlessly pounded into him.
Harry's head hung down, his mouth open from panting as he tried to keep air flowing into him and keep from passing out. The pain and pleasure from this meeting had completely cleared his mind of all the demons that lurked within his consciousness. He was just an animal now, being taken in a mindless copulating act. There were no comprehensible thoughts other than the pleasure of serving his dominant mate. A line of saliva fell out of his mouth, but he didn't care. He knew it paralleled the one leaking from his cock.
"Harry, my Harry... you are such a great fuck! ...Yesss, my beautiful slut... I am going to come soon, and when I do, I want you to use those wonderful ass muscles of yours to grip me. I want you to come for me, Harry. Make me feel how you love to be fucked by me! Oh Merlin, I love a good whore like yourself," Lucius said as his grip tightened even further, his fingernails clawing into the flesh and causing trails of blood to slide down the sides of Harry's hips. Harry was jostled a bit when Lucius changed positions and shoved Harry completely vertical against the wall. The change of angle caused Lucius’s cock to directly pound into Harry’s prostate. Harry could only moan from the onslaught.
The force of every thrust caused Harry's body to grind hard against the wall. Scrapes and bruises developed from his shoulders to his knees. Harry groaned, unable to form intelligent words, as his body and his cock came in harsh contact with that unforgiving, abrasive surface. He was going to come soon from the assault his body was taking. If he was really able to comprehend the idea, he would have been revolted by what was happening, but right then, nothing mattered but the painful orgasm that was coming.
This is what he needed.
"Now, Harry, NOW!" Lucius screamed. His final thrusts into Harry were the strongest yet. He howled out his orgasm as he continued to force his come as far into Harry as possible.
Upon hearing the command, Harry's own orgasm shot out of him. His muscles seized in agony as his orgasm overtook him. His cock scraped against the hard, cold stone, spraying his come as his ass clenched repeatedly around Lucius's cock. Harry's mind was a blank, white surface, like a new canvas, as he screamed out. His voice was echoing off the walls as he lost control of himself and collapsed as far as the chains on his wrists and Lucius’s firm grip would allow.
--- ooo --- ooo --- ooo --- ooo ---
Lucius pulled out of Harry; his legs were weak, and he moved his hands to the wall on either side of Harry's limp body as he worked to regain some resemblance of composure. Lucius’s breath was in gasps as he slowly moved his weak legs to retake his whole weight. He looked down and saw the other man dangling by the chains. He removed Harry’s blindfold and said the spell to unlock the chains, causing Harry to collapse to the ground. Lucius could see various fluids oozing out of Potter's ass. His own cum was mixing with the lubricant and some of Harry's own blood from such a brutal session.
He watched a small smile form on Harry's face.
"Until next time, Mr. Potter," he said as he refastened his trousers, picked up his cane from where it had lain, and strode out of the room.
Pairing: Lucius/Harry
Rating: VERY NC-17!
WARNINGS: Bestiality, bondage, caning, anal
Word Count: ~2600
DISCLAIMER: J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. I make no money from this paltry piece of Potterotica.
A/N: I know Lucius’s cane was only used in the movies, but I couldn’t resist. :)
* This is dedicated to daiseechain who received it at the HP get together in London earlier this year.
* Thank you, mystressxoxo, for being a wonderful friend and beta. I write nonsense and you gently beat guide me until it all looks better.
“What do you intend to do with-- with that, Lucius?!” Harry asked, a bit of panic in his voice. Lucius had been gracious enough to show him the only thing he had brought to today’s session was his lacquered, ebony cane with the silver snakehead handle, which had fascinated Harry during his years at Hogwarts. Immediately after showing him the cane, Lucius had blindfolded Harry. He wanted him to feel more than see what was going to happen.
Harry was naked. His arms were bound high above him, keeping him upright, while his feet were spread and chained to the floor. He was a few inches away from the stone wall that held his chains. It was in this moment, in the wait before the pain and pleasure that was going to come, right before everything began, that Harry lived for, during those times between sessions.
Long ago, Harry realized that he needed the release of a good beating. The freedom of letting someone else control him, dominate him, and inflict pain was a wonderful release from the control he had to maintain during his normal life. He hated himself for needing the release the pain brought him, but he hated the way he felt without it more. The pain would overwhelm his every thought and clear his overactive mind. When they were done, he knew he would feel the remnants of the pain for days, but his mind would be clear again, and he would be able to once again take on the yoke of his daily responsibilities. It had taken him a long time to search for the right person to help him find this freedom, and when he did find them, he knew it would be a match made in heaven or hell. He wasn’t sure which.
Through a series of fortunate events, he found that the person who could ‘help’ him the most was none other than his one time nemesis, Lucius Malfoy.
The older man brought control and strength that came with age. He had discipline and abilities that came from his pureblood upbringing that Harry secretly appreciated. During their sessions, Lucius was able to determine Harry's needs and provide for them, while bringing himself pleasure. He was a true master who could free Harry’s mind while subduing his body. Harry felt honored to be under Lucius's control. The man knew him better than he knew himself.
At that moment, Lucius cleared his throat, and Harry's full attention was on him. Harry could feel Lucius rub the length of the cane against his ass. The soft, cool caress sent shivers down Harry’s spine. Then Harry felt something score across his ass, cutting into it as it moved across his flesh. He suspected that Lucius took the snakehead handle and angled it so that the fangs in its open mouth raked into his skin. Harry hissed from the sharp contact, and his ass clenched from the pain.
“You have been such a good boy today, Harry. You arrived on time, and you stripped just like I asked you to do. I should actually grant you whatever you ask of me. However, before we met, I specifically asked you to remain silent unless I allowed you to speak. You have disobeyed my command and have been a naughty boy, haven't you?”
Harry could hear Lucius pace back and forth as his voice grew angrier and colder. He shivered at what was to come and then listened as Lucius continued.
"So, I'm afraid I have no other choice but to punish you. I hate to do it, but you know what they say, Harry. Spare the rod and spoil the child.”
Then, before he could comprehend what Lucius meant, Harry heard the swish of the cane speeding through the air. Its first contact with his lower thighs was sudden, shocking him as the acute pain surged down his legs and up his back. He threw his head back and gasped from the overwhelming sensations. Before he could take in the shock of the initial pain, he heard the swishing sound again… and again.
The dense burn of the solid wood flogging his ass and thighs caused Harry to cry and moan from the amazing sensations. His hands tightly gripped the chains above his wrists as the throbbing hot pain started in his back and moved around to his front as the blood began to pool in his groin. His stomach tightened as he felt his cock growing, becoming harder from the wonderful agony Lucius gave him. This is what Harry wanted, and he started to smile from behind the blindfold.
Lucius continued caning Harry, giving him a total of ten strokes before he mercifully stopped. Harry, for his part, was panting, trying to recover from the throbbing emanating from his thighs and buttocks. His knees finally buckled, and he was hanging limp from the chains bound to his wrists. His cock was on fire, precum leaking out of it and slowly making a trail against the stone wall. He desperately wanted to come, but knew he couldn’t unless he was allowed.
“Th-Thank you for that, Lucius. These little sessions seem to help me so much,” Harry began as he tried, unsteadily, to stand.
“Oh, we’re not done yet, Mr. Potter. We still have a way to go before I am satisfied,” Lucius whispered next to Harry’s ear. The feel of Lucius’s breath made Harry shiver in anticipation. He knew the man had only brought his cane, which he thought Lucius had thoroughly used. Harry couldn't understand what else Lucius would have in mind.
“Come alive!” Lucius hissed in a language that wasn’t English, and yet Harry could understand it.
“You -- you speak Parseltongue,” Harry whispered in astonishment. Upon hearing those sibilant sounds, his pelvis had involuntarily thrust into the unyielding wall in front of him.
“Oh yes, Mr. Potter. You should know by now that I am a man of many talents.
“Now go and prepare the way for me,” Lucius hissed.
Harry heard something drop to the ground, followed by a soft brushing sound against the cold floor as it got closer to him. Harry shivered as the hairs on his back stood up. He was uncertain what Lucius had done, but whatever he had been talking to was now approaching Harry.
Harry felt something cool, thin, and smooth, like soft leather, glide over his foot, slowly working its way up and around his left calf, and then up his thigh. He felt a tiny flicker across his skin from time to time as it continued to move around his leg. The feeling made his flesh dimple and rise, but it also made him pant from the increasing erotic sensation of it all.
"You are very delicious, young one. Your flesh smells and tastes most intoxicating. The Master is going to love taking you, I think," Harry heard from the thing crawling over him.
”What are you? Wh-Where did you come from?” Harry asked as he felt the creature flick its tongue against his skin.
“I am many things: a cane, a snake, a pet, a tool, and a toy; but mainly I am the Master’s. When he commands me, I can turn from a cane form to a snake form and back again. I do his bidding and am obedient to him,” the snake/cane hissed at Harry as it continued to coil upwards around his leg. When it got to the top of his thigh, it licked in several places where he was sore from the beating he had received earlier. The feeling of that small tongue made Harry’s cock twitch every time it licked him.
Then Harry felt something he thought he’d never even imagine feeling. The snake/cane began to nudge its head between Harry’s buttocks, working its way between his flesh in short, erratic thrusts.
“What-- what’s it doing, Lucius? Is it doing what I think it's doing?” Harry asked. He was panting, trying to keep in the desperate whimpers he wanted to release. He was simultaneously revolted and sexually charged by what it was doing.
“Oh, Mr. Potter, that would be cheating. I can tell you that its head is charmed to secrete a sufficient warming lubricant when it makes contact with the skin. Does that help?"
Harry heard Lucius laugh as he could felt the snake/cane worm its way between his swollen and bleeding buttocks.
"What would Minister Shacklebolt think if he knew the Chosen One got off on a good beating? Hmm? What if he could see his favorite pet, Harry Potter, chained to my dungeon walls, erect and shamelessly rubbing against the stone as a snake fucked him?" Lucius mocked Harry. Harry moaned, both from Lucius’s degrading words and from the actions of the snake.
"Watching you, I have to admit, is highly erotic. Why I, myself, have a rather throbbing erection that will need attending to. My charmed snake was correct. You are rather delicious, Mr. Potter."
Harry gasped. His hips involuntarily thrust forward as the snake finally made its way to his crinkled orifice and began to lap at that hidden, closed passage. The split tongue alternated between jabbing and lapping as it quickly licked its way around his anal opening. After it had tasted everything on the outside, it slowly started to force its tongue inside. Then, when it had all of its tongue worked into Harry's ass, it made an unintelligible hiss as its head pushed into Harry’s opening.
The part of Harry’s brain that thought this was disturbing was submitting in defeat to his body. This was the kinkiest and most erotic thing that had ever happened to him. The sensations were wonderful!
Harry was panting and mumbling incoherently as the snake continued to work deeper into him. Harry’s mind was lost in pure sexual sensation. His cock was painfully erect, twitching erratically, wanting any physical contact while his buttocks clenched, feeling the resistance of the snake/cane as it moved further into him of its own unnatural accord.
Harry could hear Lucius laugh as he heard the man walk around him. Harry could feel Lucius occasionally run his fingertips over Harry’s body, increasing the sexual tension. Lucius’s fingers would caress down Harry’s spine, while he tweaked a nipple with his other hand, causing Harry to completely come apart. When he couldn’t take it anymore, Harry cried out in frustration.
“Lucius, please!” Harry begged. “Please, have mercy on me! I can’t take it anymore! Fuck me!”
Lucius’s malicious laughter could be heard echoing off the cold, stone walls. A copious amount of fluid was dripping out of Harry's cock as he heard Lucius hiss for the snake to return to him and resume its ebony wood cane form. He then felt Lucius walk between his open legs; he could feel Lucius’s trousers brush against his inner thighs. Harry heard Lucius unbuckle his belt, open his trousers, and whisper a spell to lubricate his cock.
Harry’s backside was like raw, tenderized meat as he felt Lucius’s hands grip his hips and move him up and back to press against the blond’s groin. He could feel Lucius's oiled erection grounding against his ass, and he hissed from the contact with his bruised and bleeding skin.
“Certainly, Harry. It’s the least I can do,” Lucius said as he thrust into Harry without further warning. He grabbed onto Harry's hips, his fingernails clawing into that young flesh, as he mindlessly drove into Harry's body. Lucius threw his head back and howled in triumph. Harry knew Lucius was merciless and would take all the pleasure he wanted, not caring whether or not Harry was being satisfied.
Harry renewed his grip on the chains above him. His arms were screaming in pain, and his joints felt like they were going to disintegrate from being extended for so long. His legs were rubbery and weak, but it didn't matter as Lucius's hands were controlling his motions, forcing Harry to bend at the waist as he ruthlessly pounded into him.
Harry's head hung down, his mouth open from panting as he tried to keep air flowing into him and keep from passing out. The pain and pleasure from this meeting had completely cleared his mind of all the demons that lurked within his consciousness. He was just an animal now, being taken in a mindless copulating act. There were no comprehensible thoughts other than the pleasure of serving his dominant mate. A line of saliva fell out of his mouth, but he didn't care. He knew it paralleled the one leaking from his cock.
"Harry, my Harry... you are such a great fuck! ...Yesss, my beautiful slut... I am going to come soon, and when I do, I want you to use those wonderful ass muscles of yours to grip me. I want you to come for me, Harry. Make me feel how you love to be fucked by me! Oh Merlin, I love a good whore like yourself," Lucius said as his grip tightened even further, his fingernails clawing into the flesh and causing trails of blood to slide down the sides of Harry's hips. Harry was jostled a bit when Lucius changed positions and shoved Harry completely vertical against the wall. The change of angle caused Lucius’s cock to directly pound into Harry’s prostate. Harry could only moan from the onslaught.
The force of every thrust caused Harry's body to grind hard against the wall. Scrapes and bruises developed from his shoulders to his knees. Harry groaned, unable to form intelligent words, as his body and his cock came in harsh contact with that unforgiving, abrasive surface. He was going to come soon from the assault his body was taking. If he was really able to comprehend the idea, he would have been revolted by what was happening, but right then, nothing mattered but the painful orgasm that was coming.
This is what he needed.
"Now, Harry, NOW!" Lucius screamed. His final thrusts into Harry were the strongest yet. He howled out his orgasm as he continued to force his come as far into Harry as possible.
Upon hearing the command, Harry's own orgasm shot out of him. His muscles seized in agony as his orgasm overtook him. His cock scraped against the hard, cold stone, spraying his come as his ass clenched repeatedly around Lucius's cock. Harry's mind was a blank, white surface, like a new canvas, as he screamed out. His voice was echoing off the walls as he lost control of himself and collapsed as far as the chains on his wrists and Lucius’s firm grip would allow.
--- ooo --- ooo --- ooo --- ooo ---
Lucius pulled out of Harry; his legs were weak, and he moved his hands to the wall on either side of Harry's limp body as he worked to regain some resemblance of composure. Lucius’s breath was in gasps as he slowly moved his weak legs to retake his whole weight. He looked down and saw the other man dangling by the chains. He removed Harry’s blindfold and said the spell to unlock the chains, causing Harry to collapse to the ground. Lucius could see various fluids oozing out of Potter's ass. His own cum was mixing with the lubricant and some of Harry's own blood from such a brutal session.
He watched a small smile form on Harry's face.
"Until next time, Mr. Potter," he said as he refastened his trousers, picked up his cane from where it had lain, and strode out of the room.