FIC: Dark Bondage (NC-17)
Title: Dark Bondage
Author: hpstrangelove
Prompt: # 48
Summary: Harry enjoys fantasizing about kinky sex while watching his favorite porn star, Drake Malfoy, on the Dark Bondage website. When Harry has a chance to meet Drake in person, he learns that Drake wasn’t always the confidant dom he now portrays in his videos.
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): non-con & bondage sexual fantasy, mention of non-con and sexual slavery (not between Draco and Harry)
Word Count: 3,615
Author's Notes: This is nothing really more than PWP and totally AU, non-magical, and takes place somewhere unspecified in the United States.
Many thanks to my wonderful friends sestra-prior for SpaG and Britpick, and winoniel for additional last minute SpaG. And thank you so much to the mods for running this fest. It’s always one of my favorites.
Harry’s eyes opened slowly, the fuzzy feeling in his head starting to fade. The room he was in was dimly lit. His jaw hurt, and he realized there was a large ball stuffed inside his mouth, held in place with straps that wrapped around his head and were secured at the back with buckles - he could feel them digging into his scalp.
He tried to sit but found he could only lift up slightly off the bed. His wrists were tied to the corners of the headboard. His knees and ankles were tied to the bed frame in a manner that kept his legs spread apart and his genitals exposed. His clothing had been removed and he was completely naked.
He struggled for a few moments, hoping that the ropes keeping him tied might loosen enough for him to pull free, but it was a futile effort. He felt a strange pressure around his cock; he lifted his head up just enough to see his groin and immediately wished he hadn’t. There was a black ring of metal over and around the head, a wire inserted into the urethra. Black pads with more wires were stuck to the inside of his thighs.
Harry hadn’t noticed him until now, but standing at the end of the bed was someone he at once recognized - Drake Malfoy.
Drake was shirtless, wearing only a pair of tight, black leather pants. A beautifully detailed tattoo of a snake decorated Drake’s left arm. He held a silver cylinder in his left hand, a tube of lubricant in his right. He squeezed clear jell from the tube onto the rounded end of the cylinder. When he saw Harry watching him, he smiled.
“Don’t be afraid. I’m not a serial killer or anything. I just like bringing pretty things home and playing with them a while. I’ll let you go, after a week or two.”
He set the tube down out of sight and began spreading the jell around with his fingers, coating the cylinder from top to bottom. It was about four inches long, two inches wide, with a narrow neck and wide base to keep it in place. A wire hung loosely from the base. Harry stared at it in horror as he realized it wasn’t just an ordinary butt plug - it conducted electricity.
Everything attached to him conducted electricity.
“Ready to have some fun?” Drake asked.
Before Harry could protest, Drake pressed two coated fingers into Harry’s exposed hole. The muscle in Harry’s arse tightened reflexively, and he tried to push the fingers out, but it was no use. Drake continued moving his fingers around, in and out, working Harry’s hole open, then removed his fingers and replaced them with the silver plug.
The plug was much wider than Drake’s fingers. Harry’s opening burned as Drake forced the plug deep inside, twisting it slowly around, until finally Harry’s muscle closed around the neck of the plug, the wide base keeping it from being completely swallowed up.
After the plug was securely inserted, Drake picked up a black rectangular box. The wires running from Harry’s body connected to the black box. Drake stood between Harry’s spread thighs.
“Your arse and cock are going to love this. And if they don’t -” Drake shrugged. “- all the better. The more pain you’re in, the more turned-on I’ll be.”
Harry struggled again, tried to scream through the gag, to plead to be let go, but Drake ignored him, his fingers slowly turning the control knob on the box.
At first Harry felt nothing. Then, the butt plug began to vibrate and hum, his arsehole contracting and releasing around it in response to the stimulation. His cock began to throb and twitch, and the muscles in his thighs tensed up. As the stimulation increased, tears welled up in his eyes. He wanted to scream, but the gag prevented anything more than a line of drool from escaping. He couldn’t tell if what he was feeling was pleasure or pain, he just knew it was making him lose control. Suddenly, it was if a bolt of lightning had struck him, electrifying his entire body. He arched his back in agony, pulling against his bindings -
~*~
Harry’s hips thrust upward, his hand around his cock moving faster, squeezing hard. With a low moan, his orgasm washed over him, come spurting onto his belly, his arsehole clenching and unclenching around an imaginary plug like the one in the arse of the porn actor, James Evans.
When he was finished, he reluctantly got up and went to the bathroom, cleaning himself off with a damp washcloth. He lay back down in bed and pulled the laptop onto his chest. The video of Drake Malfoy continued to stream from the Dark Bondage website, the sound muted. Having the sound off made it easier for Harry to fantasize that he was the one tied to the bed. So much of the dialogue sounded fake and ended up being a distraction.
And with the sound muted, he hoped Ron wouldn’t know he was masturbating.
He watched the video for a few more minutes. The scene had switched to James standing in the center of the room, arms pulled overhead and tied to a hook in the ceiling. He was on his tiptoes and could barely touch the floor. Drake had a whip and was striking James on the arse and thighs. James’ arse was turning a lovely shade of pink, with darker stripes of red appearing as the whipping continued. James would twist around, trying to get away from the whip but only ended up being struck on his cock. At least his cock was erect. Nothing was more of a turn-off than seeing a limp cock, signaling that the actor wasn’t even good enough to feign enjoyment. That was one of the things that made the Dark Bondage website so successful. It always looked like the porn actors enjoyed what they were doing, no matter how intense and kinky the scene got.
The other thing that made Dark Bondage successful was Drake Malfoy. He was, in one word: hot! Blond, well-built but not overly muscular, he was the perfect dom. He knew how to use the tools and play to the camera, when to let go and push his sub to the edge and when to hold back. He wasn’t the only dom at Dark Bondage, but he was the only one who used electric stimulation, which made him Harry’s favorite.
Harry had never actually used any e-stim toys himself, but the thought of how they must feel, watching James writhe on the bed, the way the anal plug moved as James’ hole twitched around it from the stimulation, never failed to bring Harry to orgasm.
There was a knock on the door, then Ron shouted, “Dude, quit wanking. You need to get ready. It’s almost time to go.”
Harry shut the laptop down and left it on the bed, then walked to the door and let Ron in.
“How do you know I was wanking?” Harry asked as he rummaged through his closet, looking for the clothes he was going to wear that night.
“We grew up together in the same house. Now we’re roommates. Of course I know when you’re wanking. You get real quiet, barely making any sound, trying to not let on what you’re doing. I bet you were watching one of those videos, too.”
“So what if I was?” Harry asked, picking out a pair of black trousers and a light gray shirt, laying them on the bed.
“Nothing, nothing.” Ron held up his hands in mock defense. “If I were into guys, Drake Malfoy would probably be my type, too.”
“What do you think, should I wear a tie?” Harry asked, holding up a dark gray tie with tiny embossed dots.
“No tie. Keep it casual. You’re just going to get pizza and beer. Boy, if it were me, I would have asked for a fancier place. After all, the store is paying for it.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to take advantage of them. I didn’t even know my purchase entered me into the raffle. I only spent fifty dollars on a leather belt. Besides, it’s not just any pizza, it’s deep dish Chicago-style pizza.”
Ron laughed, then gave Harry a serious look. “You know he might be completely different in person. I just don’t want you to be disappointed. It’s not like it’s a real date. It’s publicity for him and makes the store look good, donating all that money from the raffle to the Marriage Equality Fund.”
Harry sighed. “I don’t expect anything more than a meal and conversation. Drake Malfoy can have his pick of guys. Why would he want me? I’m no James Evans.
“Now, you need to leave so I can shower and get dressed.”
~*~
The doorbell rang. Harry and Ron both rushed to answer. Harry made it first and gave Ron a push towards the kitchen.
“I’m nervous enough as it is. I don’t need you around to make it worse.”
Ron gave a fake pout. “But I really wanted to see Drake Malfoy in the flesh.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m not inviting him in. I’m sure this place is a dump compared to where he lives. Now go away. I’ll see you later and tell you all about it when I get home.”
Harry opened the door to step out - and froze.
Drake Malfoy was standing right in front of him, a brilliant smile lighting up his face. He was dressed in blue jeans, a white T-shirt, and a black and gray tweed sports jacket.
Harry’s mouth fell open. For a moment, his mind went completely blank. The man was absolutely gorgeous.
“You must be Harry Potter. The store gave me your photo so I would know what you looked like, but I have to admit, you look much better in person. I’m Drake Malfoy, as I’m sure you already know. You can call me Drake.”
He held out his hand. Harry just stared at it for a moment, then realizing how rude he was being, quickly held out his own hand and shook Drake’s.
“I’m glad to meet you. You can call me Harry.”
Harry held Drake’s hand, enjoying how soft and warm it felt in his. Drake squeezed his hand back, then let go.
“Ready, then?” Drake asked.
Drake took Harry by the arm and led him to the Town Car parked at the curb. The driver opened the door to the back seat, and Harry and Drake climbed in. The inside of the car smelled clean and of new leather. In a moment they were off.
“The store said you selected Maurie’s Table for dinner,” Drake said.
“Um, yeah. I hope you don’t mind. I’m not used to fancy places and I didn’t want to embarrass you by using the wrong fork or something.”
Drake looked surprised. “I don’t mind. I love that place. I always get the same thing - a large cheese and sausage deep dish pizza. I don’t like fancy places myself. They’ll let me in, but I know they’re looking down on me, no matter how much money I end up spending.”
“Wow, cheese and sausage is my favorite pizza there, too. I normally like cheese and pepperoni, but there the sausage has a special flavor so I always get it instead. What kind of beer do you like?”
“I normally like anything on tap, but try and stay with light beers.” He patted himself on the stomach. “I have to watch my figure, you know. Otherwise, people won’t want to watch me.”
“I’d always want to watch you,” Harry said, then felt his face get hot. What a stupid thing to say!
“I’m sorry,” Harry said quickly. “That sounded so stalkerish. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m really not a creepy stalker-guy, but I do like your videos. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Mind - of course not. I’m actually surprised you’re not all over me, trying to get into my pants.”
Harry was shocked. “I would never do that to you. That’s - that’s disrespectful. Just because you’re a porn star doesn’t give people the right to automatically assume they can have sex with you.”
Drake sighed. “The guys I meet usually act one of two ways. They’re aggressive and practically rape me - you know, to prove the famous dom can be dominated - or they want me to do to them everything they see me do in the videos. They don’t care about me as a person - they only care about the porn star.”
Just then, the driver turned into the parking lot of Maurie’s Table. Harry was relieved that they’d arrived. It put a stop to the conversation before Harry could say something else stupid in reply.
~*~
An empty booth in the corner had been reserved for them. The waitress led them to it, took their drink order and left them menus to look over.
The place was packed, full of noise and smelling of freshly ground garlic and tomato sauce. Big screen TVs on opposite ends of the room had different sports channels playing - one a baseball game, the other a soccer match.
They ordered a large deep-dish cheese and sausage pizza and some mozzarella cheese sticks as appetizers. The deep dish pizzas took forever to cook and they’d be drunk on beer if they didn’t have a snack while they waited. They made mostly small talk, Drake asking Harry about his work and what it had been like to go to a university and how difficult it had been to get a bachelors degree. Harry talked about his parents dying in a car accident and how he’d been adopted as a baby by the Weasleys. Ron Weasley was not only his adopted brother but his best friend and roommate. Drake talked about his co-workers, who were his only friends, and how he enjoyed traveling and doing fundraisers at the website’s store outlets. He rented a condo; his roommate had just moved out so now he lived alone. He was thinking about buying a house but hadn’t had time to start looking for one yet.
When the pizza came they talked about how good it tasted, other foods that they liked. Harry hated to cook. Drake enjoyed trying new recipes which were low-calorie but nutritional. They watched some of the baseball game on TV. Harry said he always enjoyed watching the games in person. Drake said he’d never seen one because his father had always been too busy with his work to take him.
Then the evening was over, the pizza gone and their beer mugs empty.
They sat in comfortable silence on the way home. When they arrived at Harry’s house, the driver opened the door for them and Drake walked Harry to the front door.
Harry didn’t know what to say, what to do. He wanted to lean over and kiss Drake so badly, but he didn’t want Drake to think he was like all the other guys, only wanting one thing. Sure, Harry would love to have Drake tie him down and fuck his brains out, but that wasn’t all he wanted. Harry had enjoyed talking with Drake, getting to know him. He wanted to see Drake again, but he also knew that for Drake, tonight was just something he had to do because Harry had won the first prize in the fund-raising raffle - Dinner with Drake.
“I don’t want to do this for the rest of my life,” Drake said suddenly, startling Harry from his thoughts. “Be a porn star, I mean. I never wanted to do it at all. I just…”
“You just, what?” Harry prompted when Drake didn’t continue.
“Only a handful of people know the truth about my past. I just feel it’s important that you know the truth, too. You’re - different - from anyone else I’ve met.”
“Different?”
“Yeah. You actually talk to me like I’m a normal guy. You make me wonder what it would be like if you were my boyfriend, to go on a real date with you - dinner, a movie, a walk in the park.”
“You are a normal guy. You just have an unusual profession.”
Drake lowered his eyes. “You only think that because you don’t know the truth. My father was a businessman but got involved in some shady deals. There was this guy, Tom Riddle, who came to our home one day, when I was alone. He said my father owed him a lot of money and couldn’t pay it back so he was taking me as payment. I tried to get away, but he was too strong. He had a couple of other guys with him and they dragged me out of the house and into Tom’s limo.”
Harry stared at Drake in shock. “What happened after that?”
“Tom told me that I was his now, and if I ever tried to escape, he would have my mother and father killed. My father showed up at Tom’s mansion about an hour later. He demanded that Tom let me go. Tom stood behind me, a gun pointed to my head. He told my father he would kill me before ever letting me go. I begged my father to go away and leave me there - I didn’t want to die, and I couldn’t let Tom kill my parents, either. Eventually, my father left. I could tell he didn’t want to, but what choice did he have? That night, Tom tied me to his bed and whipped me - it was my first porn video.”
“I’m sorry, Drake. I don’t know what to say. That’s horrible. How old were you?”
“I just turned eighteen. Tom wasn’t going to take a chance of getting arrested by having sex with a minor. He did eventually get arrested, but for drug dealing. Everything he owned was confiscated by the government and auctioned off.
“I was with Tom for about two years. He - did things to me, things far worse than anything you see on the Dark Bondage website. The scenes on the web are safe. No one does anything they don’t want to do. But Tom - he enjoyed hurting me, making me cry - making me scream. He made videos of us and sold them on these hard-core bondage and torture websites. You could never see his face, but you could always see mine.
“After Tom was arrested, Jake Edwards, the owner of Dark Bondage, asked me to come and work for him. I was too ashamed to move back home, so I took him up on his offer. But on one condition - I would always be the dom. I was never going to allow myself to be tied up and hurt again.”
Harry was speechless. Never in his wildest fantasies, while watching Drake perform, had he ever guessed that Drake wasn’t always the confidant dom he portrayed in the videos.
“I didn’t tell you all this so you could feel sorry for me. I just wanted you to know the truth from me instead of finding it out some other way. Those videos that Tom made are still out there, if you search hard enough. I’m scarred, on my body and my soul. I don’t know if I’m capable of a normal relationship, but…well, what I’m trying to say is that I had a good time tonight. I’d like to see you again, if you’re willing.”
Harry was sure he hadn’t heard right - had Drake said that he wanted to see Harry again?
Drake turned to leave. Harry realized his silence must have seemed like a rejection and quickly reached out and grabbed Drake’s arm.
“Wait, please. I had a good time tonight, too. I was just taken by surprise that you’d want to see me again.”
Before he over-thought things, he pulled Drake into his arms and kissed him lightly on the lips.
The next thing he knew, Drake had him pressed against the front door, arms pinned overhead and held with one hand while the other hand roamed over Harry’s arse, squeezing tight enough to bruise. Harry’s cock hardened quickly as Drake sucked and bit the side of his neck. He thrust his hips forward against Drake’s body and could feel Drake was hard, too. Drake’s hand moved from Harry’s arse to Harry’s crotch. He squeezed Harry’s cock through his trousers, drops of precome making the fabric wet.
“I’ll stop if you want me to,” Drake whispered. “I don’t want to force you.”
“You’re not,” Harry gasped. “I want this, want you…”
Drake’s grip tightened on Harry’s cock, almost painfully so. Harry moaned in response, his knees going weak.
“You like it rough, then, like in my videos…you want me to do things like that, hurt you until you’re begging me to come?”
Drake’s words set Harry on fire. He could see himself on that bed, the control box in Drake’s hands, electricity sending jolts of pain into Harry’s arse and cock and thighs -
With a groan, Harry came, his body shaking uncontrollably. Drake bit down hard on Harry’s neck and he, too, was coming.
They stood together, leaning against the front door, trying to catch their breath.
“Wow, that was intense,” Drake said. “I didn’t plan on doing that but, wow. I guess that means you’re willing to see me again?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Harry said with a smirk. “How about Friday night? I can get tickets to a baseball game. Would you like to go?”
Drake gave Harry a quick kiss. “Sounds good to me. I’m looking forward to it.”
~ Fin ~
Author: hpstrangelove
Prompt: # 48
Summary: Harry enjoys fantasizing about kinky sex while watching his favorite porn star, Drake Malfoy, on the Dark Bondage website. When Harry has a chance to meet Drake in person, he learns that Drake wasn’t always the confidant dom he now portrays in his videos.
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): non-con & bondage sexual fantasy, mention of non-con and sexual slavery (not between Draco and Harry)
Word Count: 3,615
Author's Notes: This is nothing really more than PWP and totally AU, non-magical, and takes place somewhere unspecified in the United States.
Many thanks to my wonderful friends sestra-prior for SpaG and Britpick, and winoniel for additional last minute SpaG. And thank you so much to the mods for running this fest. It’s always one of my favorites.
Harry’s eyes opened slowly, the fuzzy feeling in his head starting to fade. The room he was in was dimly lit. His jaw hurt, and he realized there was a large ball stuffed inside his mouth, held in place with straps that wrapped around his head and were secured at the back with buckles - he could feel them digging into his scalp.
He tried to sit but found he could only lift up slightly off the bed. His wrists were tied to the corners of the headboard. His knees and ankles were tied to the bed frame in a manner that kept his legs spread apart and his genitals exposed. His clothing had been removed and he was completely naked.
He struggled for a few moments, hoping that the ropes keeping him tied might loosen enough for him to pull free, but it was a futile effort. He felt a strange pressure around his cock; he lifted his head up just enough to see his groin and immediately wished he hadn’t. There was a black ring of metal over and around the head, a wire inserted into the urethra. Black pads with more wires were stuck to the inside of his thighs.
Harry hadn’t noticed him until now, but standing at the end of the bed was someone he at once recognized - Drake Malfoy.
Drake was shirtless, wearing only a pair of tight, black leather pants. A beautifully detailed tattoo of a snake decorated Drake’s left arm. He held a silver cylinder in his left hand, a tube of lubricant in his right. He squeezed clear jell from the tube onto the rounded end of the cylinder. When he saw Harry watching him, he smiled.
“Don’t be afraid. I’m not a serial killer or anything. I just like bringing pretty things home and playing with them a while. I’ll let you go, after a week or two.”
He set the tube down out of sight and began spreading the jell around with his fingers, coating the cylinder from top to bottom. It was about four inches long, two inches wide, with a narrow neck and wide base to keep it in place. A wire hung loosely from the base. Harry stared at it in horror as he realized it wasn’t just an ordinary butt plug - it conducted electricity.
Everything attached to him conducted electricity.
“Ready to have some fun?” Drake asked.
Before Harry could protest, Drake pressed two coated fingers into Harry’s exposed hole. The muscle in Harry’s arse tightened reflexively, and he tried to push the fingers out, but it was no use. Drake continued moving his fingers around, in and out, working Harry’s hole open, then removed his fingers and replaced them with the silver plug.
The plug was much wider than Drake’s fingers. Harry’s opening burned as Drake forced the plug deep inside, twisting it slowly around, until finally Harry’s muscle closed around the neck of the plug, the wide base keeping it from being completely swallowed up.
After the plug was securely inserted, Drake picked up a black rectangular box. The wires running from Harry’s body connected to the black box. Drake stood between Harry’s spread thighs.
“Your arse and cock are going to love this. And if they don’t -” Drake shrugged. “- all the better. The more pain you’re in, the more turned-on I’ll be.”
Harry struggled again, tried to scream through the gag, to plead to be let go, but Drake ignored him, his fingers slowly turning the control knob on the box.
At first Harry felt nothing. Then, the butt plug began to vibrate and hum, his arsehole contracting and releasing around it in response to the stimulation. His cock began to throb and twitch, and the muscles in his thighs tensed up. As the stimulation increased, tears welled up in his eyes. He wanted to scream, but the gag prevented anything more than a line of drool from escaping. He couldn’t tell if what he was feeling was pleasure or pain, he just knew it was making him lose control. Suddenly, it was if a bolt of lightning had struck him, electrifying his entire body. He arched his back in agony, pulling against his bindings -
~*~
Harry’s hips thrust upward, his hand around his cock moving faster, squeezing hard. With a low moan, his orgasm washed over him, come spurting onto his belly, his arsehole clenching and unclenching around an imaginary plug like the one in the arse of the porn actor, James Evans.
When he was finished, he reluctantly got up and went to the bathroom, cleaning himself off with a damp washcloth. He lay back down in bed and pulled the laptop onto his chest. The video of Drake Malfoy continued to stream from the Dark Bondage website, the sound muted. Having the sound off made it easier for Harry to fantasize that he was the one tied to the bed. So much of the dialogue sounded fake and ended up being a distraction.
And with the sound muted, he hoped Ron wouldn’t know he was masturbating.
He watched the video for a few more minutes. The scene had switched to James standing in the center of the room, arms pulled overhead and tied to a hook in the ceiling. He was on his tiptoes and could barely touch the floor. Drake had a whip and was striking James on the arse and thighs. James’ arse was turning a lovely shade of pink, with darker stripes of red appearing as the whipping continued. James would twist around, trying to get away from the whip but only ended up being struck on his cock. At least his cock was erect. Nothing was more of a turn-off than seeing a limp cock, signaling that the actor wasn’t even good enough to feign enjoyment. That was one of the things that made the Dark Bondage website so successful. It always looked like the porn actors enjoyed what they were doing, no matter how intense and kinky the scene got.
The other thing that made Dark Bondage successful was Drake Malfoy. He was, in one word: hot! Blond, well-built but not overly muscular, he was the perfect dom. He knew how to use the tools and play to the camera, when to let go and push his sub to the edge and when to hold back. He wasn’t the only dom at Dark Bondage, but he was the only one who used electric stimulation, which made him Harry’s favorite.
Harry had never actually used any e-stim toys himself, but the thought of how they must feel, watching James writhe on the bed, the way the anal plug moved as James’ hole twitched around it from the stimulation, never failed to bring Harry to orgasm.
There was a knock on the door, then Ron shouted, “Dude, quit wanking. You need to get ready. It’s almost time to go.”
Harry shut the laptop down and left it on the bed, then walked to the door and let Ron in.
“How do you know I was wanking?” Harry asked as he rummaged through his closet, looking for the clothes he was going to wear that night.
“We grew up together in the same house. Now we’re roommates. Of course I know when you’re wanking. You get real quiet, barely making any sound, trying to not let on what you’re doing. I bet you were watching one of those videos, too.”
“So what if I was?” Harry asked, picking out a pair of black trousers and a light gray shirt, laying them on the bed.
“Nothing, nothing.” Ron held up his hands in mock defense. “If I were into guys, Drake Malfoy would probably be my type, too.”
“What do you think, should I wear a tie?” Harry asked, holding up a dark gray tie with tiny embossed dots.
“No tie. Keep it casual. You’re just going to get pizza and beer. Boy, if it were me, I would have asked for a fancier place. After all, the store is paying for it.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to take advantage of them. I didn’t even know my purchase entered me into the raffle. I only spent fifty dollars on a leather belt. Besides, it’s not just any pizza, it’s deep dish Chicago-style pizza.”
Ron laughed, then gave Harry a serious look. “You know he might be completely different in person. I just don’t want you to be disappointed. It’s not like it’s a real date. It’s publicity for him and makes the store look good, donating all that money from the raffle to the Marriage Equality Fund.”
Harry sighed. “I don’t expect anything more than a meal and conversation. Drake Malfoy can have his pick of guys. Why would he want me? I’m no James Evans.
“Now, you need to leave so I can shower and get dressed.”
~*~
The doorbell rang. Harry and Ron both rushed to answer. Harry made it first and gave Ron a push towards the kitchen.
“I’m nervous enough as it is. I don’t need you around to make it worse.”
Ron gave a fake pout. “But I really wanted to see Drake Malfoy in the flesh.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m not inviting him in. I’m sure this place is a dump compared to where he lives. Now go away. I’ll see you later and tell you all about it when I get home.”
Harry opened the door to step out - and froze.
Drake Malfoy was standing right in front of him, a brilliant smile lighting up his face. He was dressed in blue jeans, a white T-shirt, and a black and gray tweed sports jacket.
Harry’s mouth fell open. For a moment, his mind went completely blank. The man was absolutely gorgeous.
“You must be Harry Potter. The store gave me your photo so I would know what you looked like, but I have to admit, you look much better in person. I’m Drake Malfoy, as I’m sure you already know. You can call me Drake.”
He held out his hand. Harry just stared at it for a moment, then realizing how rude he was being, quickly held out his own hand and shook Drake’s.
“I’m glad to meet you. You can call me Harry.”
Harry held Drake’s hand, enjoying how soft and warm it felt in his. Drake squeezed his hand back, then let go.
“Ready, then?” Drake asked.
Drake took Harry by the arm and led him to the Town Car parked at the curb. The driver opened the door to the back seat, and Harry and Drake climbed in. The inside of the car smelled clean and of new leather. In a moment they were off.
“The store said you selected Maurie’s Table for dinner,” Drake said.
“Um, yeah. I hope you don’t mind. I’m not used to fancy places and I didn’t want to embarrass you by using the wrong fork or something.”
Drake looked surprised. “I don’t mind. I love that place. I always get the same thing - a large cheese and sausage deep dish pizza. I don’t like fancy places myself. They’ll let me in, but I know they’re looking down on me, no matter how much money I end up spending.”
“Wow, cheese and sausage is my favorite pizza there, too. I normally like cheese and pepperoni, but there the sausage has a special flavor so I always get it instead. What kind of beer do you like?”
“I normally like anything on tap, but try and stay with light beers.” He patted himself on the stomach. “I have to watch my figure, you know. Otherwise, people won’t want to watch me.”
“I’d always want to watch you,” Harry said, then felt his face get hot. What a stupid thing to say!
“I’m sorry,” Harry said quickly. “That sounded so stalkerish. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m really not a creepy stalker-guy, but I do like your videos. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Mind - of course not. I’m actually surprised you’re not all over me, trying to get into my pants.”
Harry was shocked. “I would never do that to you. That’s - that’s disrespectful. Just because you’re a porn star doesn’t give people the right to automatically assume they can have sex with you.”
Drake sighed. “The guys I meet usually act one of two ways. They’re aggressive and practically rape me - you know, to prove the famous dom can be dominated - or they want me to do to them everything they see me do in the videos. They don’t care about me as a person - they only care about the porn star.”
Just then, the driver turned into the parking lot of Maurie’s Table. Harry was relieved that they’d arrived. It put a stop to the conversation before Harry could say something else stupid in reply.
~*~
An empty booth in the corner had been reserved for them. The waitress led them to it, took their drink order and left them menus to look over.
The place was packed, full of noise and smelling of freshly ground garlic and tomato sauce. Big screen TVs on opposite ends of the room had different sports channels playing - one a baseball game, the other a soccer match.
They ordered a large deep-dish cheese and sausage pizza and some mozzarella cheese sticks as appetizers. The deep dish pizzas took forever to cook and they’d be drunk on beer if they didn’t have a snack while they waited. They made mostly small talk, Drake asking Harry about his work and what it had been like to go to a university and how difficult it had been to get a bachelors degree. Harry talked about his parents dying in a car accident and how he’d been adopted as a baby by the Weasleys. Ron Weasley was not only his adopted brother but his best friend and roommate. Drake talked about his co-workers, who were his only friends, and how he enjoyed traveling and doing fundraisers at the website’s store outlets. He rented a condo; his roommate had just moved out so now he lived alone. He was thinking about buying a house but hadn’t had time to start looking for one yet.
When the pizza came they talked about how good it tasted, other foods that they liked. Harry hated to cook. Drake enjoyed trying new recipes which were low-calorie but nutritional. They watched some of the baseball game on TV. Harry said he always enjoyed watching the games in person. Drake said he’d never seen one because his father had always been too busy with his work to take him.
Then the evening was over, the pizza gone and their beer mugs empty.
They sat in comfortable silence on the way home. When they arrived at Harry’s house, the driver opened the door for them and Drake walked Harry to the front door.
Harry didn’t know what to say, what to do. He wanted to lean over and kiss Drake so badly, but he didn’t want Drake to think he was like all the other guys, only wanting one thing. Sure, Harry would love to have Drake tie him down and fuck his brains out, but that wasn’t all he wanted. Harry had enjoyed talking with Drake, getting to know him. He wanted to see Drake again, but he also knew that for Drake, tonight was just something he had to do because Harry had won the first prize in the fund-raising raffle - Dinner with Drake.
“I don’t want to do this for the rest of my life,” Drake said suddenly, startling Harry from his thoughts. “Be a porn star, I mean. I never wanted to do it at all. I just…”
“You just, what?” Harry prompted when Drake didn’t continue.
“Only a handful of people know the truth about my past. I just feel it’s important that you know the truth, too. You’re - different - from anyone else I’ve met.”
“Different?”
“Yeah. You actually talk to me like I’m a normal guy. You make me wonder what it would be like if you were my boyfriend, to go on a real date with you - dinner, a movie, a walk in the park.”
“You are a normal guy. You just have an unusual profession.”
Drake lowered his eyes. “You only think that because you don’t know the truth. My father was a businessman but got involved in some shady deals. There was this guy, Tom Riddle, who came to our home one day, when I was alone. He said my father owed him a lot of money and couldn’t pay it back so he was taking me as payment. I tried to get away, but he was too strong. He had a couple of other guys with him and they dragged me out of the house and into Tom’s limo.”
Harry stared at Drake in shock. “What happened after that?”
“Tom told me that I was his now, and if I ever tried to escape, he would have my mother and father killed. My father showed up at Tom’s mansion about an hour later. He demanded that Tom let me go. Tom stood behind me, a gun pointed to my head. He told my father he would kill me before ever letting me go. I begged my father to go away and leave me there - I didn’t want to die, and I couldn’t let Tom kill my parents, either. Eventually, my father left. I could tell he didn’t want to, but what choice did he have? That night, Tom tied me to his bed and whipped me - it was my first porn video.”
“I’m sorry, Drake. I don’t know what to say. That’s horrible. How old were you?”
“I just turned eighteen. Tom wasn’t going to take a chance of getting arrested by having sex with a minor. He did eventually get arrested, but for drug dealing. Everything he owned was confiscated by the government and auctioned off.
“I was with Tom for about two years. He - did things to me, things far worse than anything you see on the Dark Bondage website. The scenes on the web are safe. No one does anything they don’t want to do. But Tom - he enjoyed hurting me, making me cry - making me scream. He made videos of us and sold them on these hard-core bondage and torture websites. You could never see his face, but you could always see mine.
“After Tom was arrested, Jake Edwards, the owner of Dark Bondage, asked me to come and work for him. I was too ashamed to move back home, so I took him up on his offer. But on one condition - I would always be the dom. I was never going to allow myself to be tied up and hurt again.”
Harry was speechless. Never in his wildest fantasies, while watching Drake perform, had he ever guessed that Drake wasn’t always the confidant dom he portrayed in the videos.
“I didn’t tell you all this so you could feel sorry for me. I just wanted you to know the truth from me instead of finding it out some other way. Those videos that Tom made are still out there, if you search hard enough. I’m scarred, on my body and my soul. I don’t know if I’m capable of a normal relationship, but…well, what I’m trying to say is that I had a good time tonight. I’d like to see you again, if you’re willing.”
Harry was sure he hadn’t heard right - had Drake said that he wanted to see Harry again?
Drake turned to leave. Harry realized his silence must have seemed like a rejection and quickly reached out and grabbed Drake’s arm.
“Wait, please. I had a good time tonight, too. I was just taken by surprise that you’d want to see me again.”
Before he over-thought things, he pulled Drake into his arms and kissed him lightly on the lips.
The next thing he knew, Drake had him pressed against the front door, arms pinned overhead and held with one hand while the other hand roamed over Harry’s arse, squeezing tight enough to bruise. Harry’s cock hardened quickly as Drake sucked and bit the side of his neck. He thrust his hips forward against Drake’s body and could feel Drake was hard, too. Drake’s hand moved from Harry’s arse to Harry’s crotch. He squeezed Harry’s cock through his trousers, drops of precome making the fabric wet.
“I’ll stop if you want me to,” Drake whispered. “I don’t want to force you.”
“You’re not,” Harry gasped. “I want this, want you…”
Drake’s grip tightened on Harry’s cock, almost painfully so. Harry moaned in response, his knees going weak.
“You like it rough, then, like in my videos…you want me to do things like that, hurt you until you’re begging me to come?”
Drake’s words set Harry on fire. He could see himself on that bed, the control box in Drake’s hands, electricity sending jolts of pain into Harry’s arse and cock and thighs -
With a groan, Harry came, his body shaking uncontrollably. Drake bit down hard on Harry’s neck and he, too, was coming.
They stood together, leaning against the front door, trying to catch their breath.
“Wow, that was intense,” Drake said. “I didn’t plan on doing that but, wow. I guess that means you’re willing to see me again?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Harry said with a smirk. “How about Friday night? I can get tickets to a baseball game. Would you like to go?”
Drake gave Harry a quick kiss. “Sounds good to me. I’m looking forward to it.”
~ Fin ~