Harry hesitated. Was Draco being serious? Was the other boy really going to whip his ass?
“Raise your pillowcase, I won’t say it again,” Draco ordered.
Harry felt the need to comply, but he really didn’t want to bare his ass to his childhood enemy. After a moment more of hesitation, the guilt filled him up and Harry gave in. He was still on his knees and raised his pillowcase so his bum was showing.
“Finally,” Draco said. “Now bend forward, that’s right, hands and knees like the filthy animal you are.”
Harry bent over and released the pillowcase that was now resting on his lower back. Then he felt the blond’s hand on his ass, cupping one of his cheeks. The half-elf felt the whip’s leather gently caress his other cheek. Draco moved the whip along his skin. The leather rubbed against the crease of his bum. Then both hand and whip were pulled away.
“You failed to follow Father’s order, Potty. You did not clean the house. Your punishment will be five lashes with the whip,” Draco said officially. Father had taught him how to treat house-elves. Always tell them what they did wrong and then dole out a punishment that was more severe than the bad behavior required. It was also important to insult the bad elf and show it that it was an insignificant life-form, that it didn’t deserve the kindness of its masters, that it should be grateful for even being allowed to live. This would raise obedient house-elves with timid characters. In other words: perfect servants.
Draco wondered if Potter, or rather Potty, would one day be just as timid and obedient as their other house-elves. Draco couldn’t really imagine that happening, but he’d take comfort in knowing he’d do his best to train Potty.
Draco lifted the whip up and gleefully brought it down on his rival’s backside. The sound of the whip hitting flesh was sweet, but Potty’s scream was to die for. He brought the whip up again and saw the beautiful red mark he’d made on the boy. He’d done that. Draco Malfoy had marked Harry Potter. Draco could feel his erection growing in his trousers.
He brought the whip down on the boy’s smooth skin. The scream came faster this time. Draco brought the whip up again, but this time Potty put his hands over his bum and pleaded with him. Draco smiled in amusement.
“Wait, Malfoy wait!”
“That’s Master Draco to you, Potty,” Draco corrected gleefully.
“Right. Sorry. Master Draco, then. Please stop. It hurts too much. I didn’t disobey the order on purpose. I can’t. The guilt I feel when I disobey—it’s…I can’t disobey! I was just about to clean the house, really I was. I was just getting a tour so that I would know where the cleaning supplies were and—”
Draco had enough of the boy’s excuses. It wouldn’t matter anyway. Once a punishment began, nothing would stop it. Draco certainly wouldn’t.
“Are you implying that I’m wrong, Potty?”
“Uh…no, but…”
“A master is never wrong. All you need to do in life is follow orders. Weather you believe you are or not is irrelevant. All that matters is how the master feels. If I feel like you aren’t following an order properly or if I’m unsatisfied with your efforts, you receive a punishment.” Draco felt the whip in his hand. The tool was practically begging to hit the boy again. “So maybe you were following orders, but I felt as though you weren’t performing up to the Malfoy family’s standards. Whatever the case, if I say you deserve a punishment, then you do. The only ones who could possibly decide otherwise are my parents. As of right now, you belong to my father first and foremost,” Draco said reluctantly. The blond knew he would change that. Potty would be his. “You on the other hand, as an enslaved house-elf, have no rights over anyone or anything. Even yourself. It is not your place to say that you believe that you were following orders or that you don’t deserve a punishment. Just thinking you do have those rights will earn you a punishment.”
Harry felt guilt rising at Malfoy’s words. No. Master Draco. He had to think of the other boy as his master. He felt guilt every time he didn’t. More guilt was rolling through him like storm waves near the shore. What could he do to alleviate it?
“I’m sorry, Master Draco. I made a mistake. Please…” These next words were hard for him to say, but his mind was desperate for him to release them. “Please punish me. Please, Master Draco, punish me with the whip. Please make it hurt.” The guilt began receding, but not all the way. There was still a lot of it left inside him, causing havoc in his brain and body. And he knew it would stay until Master Draco punished him.
“Oh, trust me, Potty. I will.” Draco brought the whip down a third time on the boy’s ass. The half-elf screamed beautifully. Draco had always enjoyed punishing house-elves, but never to this extent. Potty was a god-send and Draco had no idea what he’d done to deserve having the object of his lust subjected to his sadistic will, but he wasn’t about to complain.
Draco put more strength into the fourth hit. He looked down at the beautiful red crisscrossing lines on Potty’s once unmarked skin and held back a moan. His cock was so hard. He could feel his precum gather at his piss slit.
The fifth hit missed its target purposefully. Draco wanted to catch the boy unawares by striking his delicate thighs. Potty yelped deliciously. His legs shook as Draco raised the whip one last time. “One more for luck, I should think.”
Before he brought the whip down, he gave Potty an order. “Potty, spread your bum so I can finish your punishment.”
Harry—no, his name was Potty now. His Master had named him. Just thinking that his name was Harry would bring with it a guilt he didn’t need and Potty really wanted to avoid that. So Potty did as he was told and spread his ass cheeks for his Master. Potty couldn’t help blushing. Master Draco could see his hole now and the very thought was horrifying. Potty wished he had his invisibility cloak so he could just disappear.
Wait, what had happened to his cloak? What happened to all his other possessions? Were house-elves allowed to own things? Master Draco said that he had no rights, but did that mean he couldn’t have his cloak or his photo album? He still had his glasses so maybe he could own stuff. He’d need to ask his Master later.
All of a sudden a blinding white hot pain hit his hole. Master Draco had struck one of his most sensitive spots with the whip: his poor pucker. Potty let out a loud scream and felt tears roll down his cheeks. He felt his flesh with his fingers. His hole was on fire.
Draco almost came in his pants. There was an angry red line that went straight over the boy’s asshole. Damn, he wanted to take out his cock right then and there and plow the once-hero into the carpet…but no, not yet. He wanted Potty to be well and truly his first.
“There, your punishment is complete. Now Potty, what do you say?”
“Huh?” Potty moaned, sorely.
“After a punishment, a house-elf always needs to apologize for what they did wrong and thank the master for being punished. Now, get on with it.”
Potty took a moment to think. The pain was preventing him from remembering why he had been punished in the first place. When it came to him, he turned around, but stayed on his knees before Master Draco. “Oh, right…um, I’m sorry Master Draco for failing to follow Master Lucius’s order and again for trying to justify my actions.”
“Continue.”
“ Thank you for punishing me.”
“Punishing you how?” Draco smirked.
“Thank you for punishing me by whipping my ass,” Potty said.
“That was adequate, but you weren’t being punished for, as you put it: ‘trying to justify your actions’. You will be punished for that separately.” Draco looked at the time and pretended to be busy. “I’ll punish you again later.”
Potty wanted to say something about that. He wasn’t done? Really? But he knew he couldn’t. The guilt would come. A little bit of it still lingered in his body because Master Draco said he still deserved a punishment.
“Draco? What are you doing with the elf? I told it to clean.”
Draco saw his father walk down the staircase holding a tome from the library on the second floor. “I was punishing it for being too slow. It hadn’t even started cleaning yet.”
Lucius looked at the large oak grandfather clock and then looked at the elf. “You haven’t started?”
Draco smiled at the look on his father’s face. The man, though his face would look passive to anyone else, was definitely angry. “He was getting a tour of the basement apparently,” Draco said.
“What was his punishment?”
“I gave him six lashes with the whip on his backside.”
Luscious turned to the half-elf. “Show me your rear.”
Potty turned around and raised his pillowcase.
“I see,” was all the man said. He turned back to his son. “You punished him well. Let’s hope he doesn’t forget this.”
Draco smirked. “I’m going to need to punish him again later too. He tried to get out of his punishment. I had to correct him and explain that he had no rights and that we are never wrong when punishing our house-elves.”
Lucius turned again to Potty. “You have been in my care for less than an hour and you have already earned two punishments?”
Harry saw a dangerous look in Master Lucius’s eyes.
“Are you completely useless, Potty?”
“No sir, I’m sorry Master Lucius.”
“No. The correct answer is ‘yes, Master Lucius. Potty is useless. Potty is a bad house-elf’.”
“I…yes, Master Lucius. I’m useless. I’m a bad house-elf,” Potty said.
“No. You aren’t very good at follow orders, are you? Use your name when you speak. House-elves always say their names. I know that way of speaking is foreign to you, being raised as human, but learn quickly or you will be punished for mimicking human speech.”
Was he serious? He had to talk in third person like a real house-elf? All the time or just when talking to his masters?
“Now, start over.”
“Yes, Master Lucius. Potty is useless. Potty is a bad house-elf…Potty is sorry.” He added that last part for good measure.
Lucius looked over at his son. It was obvious the boy was happy to see his schoolyard rival become his slave. The man knew that his son would eventually ask him to give him the Potter boy as his own personal house-elf even though Harry Potter was completely incompetent as an elf. The boy couldn’t even apparate yet, nor did he have any training. Lucius knew his son just wanted to torment the half-elf. Draco hated Harry Potter. Lucius was undecided if he would give the elf to his son though. He hated Harry as well. He’d hated him ever since the boy had freed his old house-elf, Dobby, in his second year. And the boy had been a real pain in the arse ever since.
“Draco, you must always punish an elf as soon as it errs. Waiting will confuse the creature. He won’t know what he’s being punished for.” Lucius looked from Harry Potter to his son. “I will carry out his next punishment.”
“What?” Draco turned to see his father look blankly at their new half-elf. Draco knew that look. It was Lucius Malfoy’s way of hiding something. He didn’t want Draco to know what he was thinking.
“Potty, follow me,” Lucius said. Before walking out of the room, he turned to his son. “Draco, I believe you have a potions exam to study for.”
Draco watched as the half-elf followed his father up the stairs. Draco eventually walked to his room, pissed that he wasn’t going to be the one to torment his rival. He cheered himself up with the thought that there would be plenty of other punishments he’d dole out.
Lucius brought the boy to the Red Room, a secret room in the house that only he, his wife, and a select few of the house-elves knew about. He would one day show his son when the boy inherited the mansion.
The Red Room had once been a torture chamber, but a few generations ago, Lucius’s great great grandfather had made a few changes. Not very many in all honesty. The once torture chamber was now an adult playroom, a bdsm room for those so inclined. It just so happened that Malfoy men were natural sadists.
Lucius had been excited when his father had shown him the Red Room. The man had gifted the house to Lucius on his wedding day, as is tradition. Only a few months later, it was as long as the newly-married man could wait, he showed his bride, Narcissa. At first Narcissa went along with his fantasies, but it was soon obvious that his new wife was not as inclined as he was for such play. Only a year after they were married, the couple stopped using the room altogether. They still had a healthy sex life, but Lucius was unable to fulfill his more sinister fantasies.
Now Lucius only used the room when he purchased prostitutes. Of course his wife was unaware of Lucius’s little affairs.
Lucius brought the boy to the Red Room not for sexual gratification, the man saw the boy as just that, a young boy the same age as his son who had a penchant for ruining Lucius’s plans. He brought the boy to the room because he needed to use an elf as a test subject for his latest purchase. It was a potion that when rubbed into the skin would allow the person to heal extremely quickly. Lucius was planning to use the potion on his prostitutes so he could inflict more pain on them without causing any lasting damage. The potion was perfect for whipping, knifeplay, rectal tearing, etc. He had planned to use Venny, the elf he had made in charge of cleaning and maintaining the Red Room, but since the Potter boy needed to be punished, why not use him? Besides Harry Potter, though legally a house-elf, was basically human. Testing a potion meant for human skin on him would provide more accurate results.
Once they were both in the room, Lucius turned to the boy. He didn’t need to cast any silencing spells or locking charms on the door, or room as a whole. The room was built in with a multitude of magic ingrained into it. Though he still needed to give his half-elf an order.
“You are not to speak of this room or anything that occurs inside this room to anyone. That includes your other masters. Don’t speak a word to my wife or son, understand Potty? This is an order. If you dare break this rule I will kill you.”
Harry’s eyes widened. He could tell that Lucius was being serious. He nodded his head and said, “Yes, Master Lucius,” and looked around the room. The large room had wooden floors and red walls. There was a bed in one corner, what looked to be a wooden horse in another, a medical table, and so much more. There were tools hanging on hooks on the walls and chains dangling from the ceiling. Was this a torture chamber? He wouldn’t put it past the Malfoys to have such a room in their overly large house.
“Now,” Lucius said, “Take off that pillowcase so we can begin your punishment.”
The boy only hesitated for a moment before turning around and taking off the small bit of fabric that barely covered him. The half elf waited for the next order without turning back around. Lucius didn’t mind. He didn’t care to see the Potter brat naked.
He instructed the boy to lay, front down, on a padded wooden horse. The furniture’s body was a round log with black padding. Unlike those with a triangular base, this horse wasn’t meant to torture a woman’s sensitive areas. This horse was a restraining device. Once the boy was laying on the contraption, Lucius twirled his wand and leathery restraints fastened themselves to the boy’s wrists and ankles, holding him down to the base.
The man watched his new servant try to free himself, after a bit of struggling he looked up at his master. Lucius got a vial of the potion from a cabinet and poured the contents onto the boy’s back. He began rubbing the potion into Potter’s skin with his gloved hands. He made sure to rub all over the boy’s back, bum, and legs. Lucius began feeling a stirring in his groin when the boy grunted in pain at the man rubbing his marked behind. Lucius rubbed the small round globes of the boy’s ass more than he needed to. Even Lucius’s prostitutes never had such nice asses. Part of him wanted to slide a finger in the boy’s hole and stretch it. He wondered what kind of sound the boy would make. The man took his hands off the boy and took a step back.
The man observed the boy. His back, bum, and legs shone like he’d been greased in oil. “How are you feeling? Do you have any side effects?”
“I feel okay, I guess. What was in that potion?”
Lucius stared at the boy disapprovingly, but it seemed like his elf hadn’t understood what it had just done wrong. “It’s going to take you a while to learn, isn’t it?”
“Huh?”
“You are using ‘I’ like a human again. You also didn’t address me correctly.”
“Oh, I’m sorry! I meant, Potty feels okay, Master Lucius” the boy said quickly.
“You need more practice,” was all the man said. Lucius really appreciated how well-thought-out the dark curse they placed on the boy was. Harry Potter really did try to obey orders and apologized when he made a mistake. They had told him and his family that the curse made the boy feel guilt like a real house-elf would and that that guilt would cause havoc inside the boy’s mind and body until he succumbed to an order. It was genius and Lucius could see the Dark Lord making great use out of it…if only the curse wasn’t ministry regulated. Lucius would love to learn more about it.
“Now, I believe we should begin,” Lucius said. He got a whip down from the wall and showed the boy. The boy’s eyes got impossibly huge. “Yes, this whip is a bit different from the ones we typically use on house-elves, but I really do need to test out the effects of the potion.”
Potty couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The whip in Master Lucius’s hand was covered in little plastic spikes. Harry could only imagine how much that would hurt. He watched his master raise the whip and wanted to protest, but now he knew that doing so would just earn him another punishment.
Then the whip came down in the middle of his back. The small plastic spikes dug into his skin, scratching him and making him bleed. Harry made an inhuman screech.
“Hush, it isn’t that bad,” Lucius said. “The potion is already working. You’re healing so fast.” It was true. It was amazing to see how quickly the boy’s skin morphed back together. The red mark took a bit longer to disappear, but in very little time the boy’s back looked completely untouched. The potion was designed for discreet play so that even the redness of a spanking would quickly disappear.
“It seems whipping is a success, now I’ll try something else,” Lucius said before putting the whip away and taking up a knife. He saw Potter visibly shiver when he got close. He thought about where to mark the boy. He could go for his back again, or maybe try his bum. Then he decided to try a place more sensitive. Lucius smiled sadistically when he put the knife down and spread more of the potion on Potter’s rear end, this time putting a generous amount on the boy’s taint.
Lucius picked the knife back up and brought it to the sensitive skin between the child’s ass and balls. He massaged the place for a moment and heard the boy whimper with fear.
“Don’t worry, it won’t hurt for long,” Lucius said right before he, almost gently, scraped the boy’s taint with the very tip of the knife. He heard the half-elf suck in a breath and watched as a red line began to form. Lucius saw a bit of blood before the small cut healed itself.
“Now a deeper one.” Lucius sliced at the boy’s rear with expert quickness. The boy didn’t even have time to register what had happened before an angry bloody slice appeared on his once-perfect ass cheek.
“Aaahhh!” the boy cried.
Lucius ignored the elf and stared as the wound healed as quickly as it could. Blood streamed down the boy’s ass and leg before the cut had finished healing. What a beautiful sight: red on white.
Lucius put the knife away and lit a candle. For this he wanted the brat standing. He tapped his wand to the horse and the restraints released the boy. The child got up with the wrong assumption that his torture was over.
“Stand up and be still.”
Lucius didn’t have to think of where he wanted the next mark to be. He rubbed another generous amount on the boy’s left nipple. He began to get hard at the thought of what he was about to do. He told himself that he just wanted to test the potion on the boy’s sensitive areas so that he would know how well it worked when he used it on his prostitutes. That was all. It wasn’t because the boy’s pain was turning him on. He wasn’t leaking precum because he wanted the boy sexually. No, definitely not. To use an elf for sexual pleasure was a revolting idea. He couldn’t believe that one of his ancestors had actually fucked one of those small ugly creatures…but they must have for Harry Potter to exist. Lucius decided to make it a project of sorts to find out who exactly had fucked one of his family’s house-elves.
When Lucius brought the lit candle to the boy, the Potter brat spoke up.
“M-Master Lucius?”
The man looked down at the boy. “Yes?”
Potty didn’t know what to say. He wished he could plead to the man, to make this stop somehow, but he couldn’t. He decided on a question. “Forgive Potty if Potty is being rude, but how many more tests is Master Lucius going to do on Potty?”
Lucius smiled. “You’re finally learning how to speak. Good. Now before I answer your question, yes you are being rude. I won’t punish you for it this time because you didn’t know, but in the future you will not ask your master how long your punishment will be. You take it and grieve that it wasn’t longer, understood?”
“Yes, Master Lucius.”
“I’ll now be generous and answer your question. After I burn your nipple, there is one more thing I want to try. Then your punishment will be over.”
“Thank you, Master Lucius.”
“Now stand still and be quiet.” Lucius brought the flame just under the boy’s nipple. He could feel the half-elf squirm in place at the heat. Lucius knew the boy would be screaming very soon. The man slowly brought the candle up and stopped when the flame was very close the nipple but not yet touching. The boy whimpered. Then the man allowed the flame a little higher so that it licked deliciously at the boy’s sensitive nub. This is when Harry Potter screamed. Lucius didn’t stop there. He brought the candle up higher, completely engulfing the nipple within the flames.
The man took the candle away quickly and watched the boy’s nipple go from red and bleeding to slightly red, to back to pink and perky. Lucius took the nipple between two of his fingers and played with the nub.
“Are you still in pain?” He asked the boy.
The boy was slowly controlling himself. The whole thing had only lasted about a second, but the boy’s cheeks had tears. “N-no, I’m—I mean Potty’s okay,” he sniffled.
“Good. Alright, now for the last test. Get back up on the wooden horse. You will definitely need to be restrained for this.”
He watched the boy climb up and didn’t resist when the straps secured his wrists and ankles. The man brought over a ball gag and had Potty put it in his mouth. Lucius tied the leather behind his head. “To make sure you don’t bite your tongue,” he said.
Lucius grabbed one of his pokers from the wall and used magic to make it red hot. He looked back at the boy. Said boy was facing away from him and the man had a very good view of his ass once more. Lucius wanted to ram the hot poker up the boy’s ass. It was a passing thought. He smiled when he felt his cock twitch at the prospect. Lucius realized he wanted to fuck the boy. Brutally rape him where he lay, fully restrained and unable to get away. The thought overtook him. It would be better than with his prostitutes. It wouldn’t simply be BDSM play. This would be real rape, real torture. His cock wanted to explode.
Lucius banished the thoughts. Harry Potter was a bloody house-elf. A half-elf. Not a human. Not a person. Fucking such a creature was disturbing…why did the boy have to look so human…so alluring?
Lucius angrily jabbed at the boy’s back with the hot iron poker. He could hear the boy scream through the gag. He pulled the poker away and with it came the boy’s skin. He wouldn’t fuck a house-elf. Only a truly depraved individual would do something like that. He would not fuck Potty.
Lucius watched as the skin quickly grew back and like all the other times, the potion made it so not even a blemish remained on the boy’s skin.
The man released the boy and had the half-elf apologize for its bad behavior and thank him for the punishment. He reminded him not to tell a soul about anything that happened or was said in the room. Then he dismissed the boy and told him to go back to cleaning the house.
Before the boy left, he turned to Lucius and asked a question. “Master Lucius, what is this room?”
“It is the Red Room.” And for some reason he added, “You will be cleaning and maintaining it from time to time.” The boy nodded and left. Lucius already had a house-elf to clean the room. He didn’t need the boy. He called the elf, Venny, and when the elf showed up he told him that tomorrow it was Venny’s job to show Potty how to clean the Red Room.
If Lucius wasn’t going to use Potty for sexual gratification, then he would at least make the boy clean up after his sexual exploits. He hoped Venny taught the boy well. He wanted the boy to be the new Red Room house-elf. He decided he wouldn’t give the half-elf to his son, after all.
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