Voldemort smiled down at his eager pet. He hadn’t been intending to use his slut today, but his pet’s hard member and wonton expression won him over.
“Alright Mur, ass up so I can plow that cute little hole of yours.” His cat just looked at him, not comprehending the order. Voldemort chuckled and said the phrase he’d taught his pet. “Mating stance.”
All of a sudden Mur turned around so his back was to him and rested his head in his paws. He lifted his ass up. His tail rose up and revealed Mur’s cute pink pucker. Mur’s closed pink pucker. Where was his plug?
“Mur?” He saw his cat peek at him from over his shoulder. “Where is your plug?” he asked sternly. “Go get your plug.”
Mur got up and walked over to the plug. He bent down and put it in his mouth. He walked back and placed it in front of Voldemort. The man picked it up.
Was there something wrong with it? Did it not go back in after Mur had used the bathroom? Was the spell wearing off?
Voldemort cast a spell on the plug to see what had happened. The spell that he had originally placed on the plug was still going strong. That meant the plug must have come out while he was playing. Voldemort felt Mur’s hole. It was still as tight as ever. That left only one possibility: Mur had taken it out himself. The anger came suddenly. Voldemort squeezed the rubber plug in his left fist and slapped his pet’s asscheek with the open hand of his right.
“How dare you take your plug out, Mur! You know better than that. You are a bad little kitten, aren’t you, Mur?”
Voldemort watched his cat shake with fear.
“M-Mur bad?”
“Yes!”
Voldemort walked over to the drawer. He didn’t realize that it was impossible for his pet to have taken the plug out all by himself. Mur’s stubby paws were unable to remove the plug. But Voldemort was too focused on his anger. Mur had never been without his plug since Voldemort had given it to him when Mur was a kitten. The man didn’t know what brought on this sudden rebellion from his pet, but Voldemort knew he needed to squash any disobedience before his pet’s behavior got worse.
The man took out the lotion and showed it to his cat. Mur sucked in a breath and shivered. “You’ve been very bad today, Mur,” Voldemort said as he unscrewed the top of the jar. He placed it on the bedside table, then conjured a thin metal rod. He had never used the object on his cat before, he didn’t like seeing Mur in pain, but he knew it was necessary.
He dipped the rod into the lotion. “Come here, Mur.”
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Mur slowly walked on all fours up to Master. He hated the lotion, but the stick he’d never seen. Mur felt Master’s boot on his chest and Mur was forced to lay on the white carpet. Then Master got on his knees and touched Mur’s penis. Mur’s penis had gone soft once he realized that Master was angry with him, but now it was getting hard again.
“M-Master?”
“Quiet, Mur!”
Mur watched as Master continued to stroke and play with Mur’s small penis until it was leaking precome. Then Master touched the tip of the lotion-soaked rod to Mur’s glands.
Mur began whimpering. Master wasn’t going to spread the lotion there, was he? But he did. Master rubbed the rod all around Mur’s sensitive glands before doing something even crueler. Mur watched as Master slowly slipped the rod into Mur’s virgin pee slit.
The pain was immense and Mur meowed loudly.
“Quiet, you stupid animal! This is for your own good!”
Mur didn’t know what Master had said, but he was so angry and Mur tried to stop being loud, but couldn’t. Mur was in pain and the lotion hadn’t even started hurting yet.
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Voldemort thrust the rod all the way to the base of Mur’s urethra, stopping only when he felt he could go no further. Voldemort knew he couldn’t force open the entrance to the cat’s bladder with the rod. The rod was skinny, but it could barely fit in the whore’s virgin piss slit. Voldemort fucked his pet’s penis with the rod. He knew when the lotion began to burn his cute, bad-behaving cat. His cat’s moans of pain turned to screams. At this point Voldemort pulled the rod out of his pet’s small cock and watched it writhe on the white carpet, unable to stop the pain.
“There, that should teach you,” Voldemort said as he maneuvered the cat on his hands and stumps. He cast a lubricating spell on his cock and fucked his whore from behind as it screamed from the burning in its urethra. Only two thrusts in and Voldemort couldn’t stand his pet’s screaming anymore. He cast a silencing charm on the animal and enjoyed fucking his writhing pet.
Voldemort came inside the creature and plugged him back up. Mur was still clearly in a lot of pain so he kept the silencing spell on as he ate dinner and got ready for bed.
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Mur watched as his Master went to bed. Mur finally felt the worst of the pain go away and was left with a dull ache in his penis. Mur tried sleeping on his pillow, but it was another two hours before he could fully rest.
Mur dreamed about the bad mouse that had taken out his plug and gotten him in trouble. No wonder Mur and other cats hunt mice. They were tricksters. Mur dreamed that the mouse, Draco, came back to the room and Mur chased him about. When Mur finally caught the mouse, he tackled it to the carpet and bit off its nose.
Then the dream changed and the mouse was outside and Mur was looking at it through the window. The mouse still had its nose. Draco was staring up at him, teasing him about it. How had the mouse gotten away?
Then the mouse was in his room again. Mur tried chasing him, but the mouse caught Mur instead. It pinned him to the carpet. Draco’s cock was very big and very hard. He told Mur to suck. Mur did, but this time Draco didn’t come in his mouth. Mur knew that the mouse would fuck him. Mur put his paws on his rear so the mouse couldn’t take his plug like last time, but then Mur realized the plug was already gone! The tricky white mouse must have stolen it when he wasn’t paying attention.
Mur knew he was going to get punished again. He looked around the room for the plug, but it was gone. Then Draco was behind him. The white mouse fucked Mur in his rear and it felt so good that Mur forgot about the missing plug. Mur meowed with pleasure. He thrusted his bum back so more of Draco’s cock could reach inside him.
Mur felt like he needed to come. It just felt so good. Then the dream changed again. Well, it didn’t change a lot. Mur was still being fucked from behind by Draco, but instead of it feeling really good, it kind-of hurt. It didn’t hurt a lot, just a little. It was a familiar feeling. Mur felt the thick cock thrust quickly inside him. Mur’s head hit something hard.
Mur opened his eyes and noticed that his head had hit the wall. Then it hit the wall again. Mur looked behind him. Master was fucking him on his pillow. Mur mewed, but no sound came out. He moved his head away from the wall and got on all fours to make it easier for Master to fuck him. Master said the word “good” and rubbed Mur’s backside. Then Master finished inside him and put Mur’s plug back in place.
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“Now that’s how you start a morning,” Voldemort said as he got off his pet’s pillow. “He may misbehave from time to time, but he’s one really good fuck.”
Voldemort saw his pet try to meow and realized the silencing spell was still active. He removed it with a quick wave of his wand.
Mur looked to the large tree in the room and looked back at Voldemort. “Kiss-miss?” his pet asked.
“No Mur, it’s still not Christmas. Be patient.”
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It would be three more days until the white mouse came back for a visit.
Draco Malfoy had just finished meeting secretly with the Dark Lord on the top floor of his mansion. They had discussed testing the cabinet in the Room of Requirement with the cabinet in Knockturn Alley. Now Draco was walking down the hall and almost passed the door. The door. The door where Mur was. Or had been. Was the prostitute still there? Was the man only a visitor? The room must be a very nice guest room, impossibly nice, like a master bedroom. Mur must either be a really important person or the Dark Lord’s private concubine. Draco didn’t want to get on the Dark Lord’s bad side, he knew the snake-like man would probably kill him if he ever found out that he’d met Mur, but really, Draco couldn’t help himself from turning the doorknob.
The sixteen year old quickly entered the room and closed the door behind him. He cast a silencing spell on the room. Then he turned around to face what appeared to be an empty room. Where was the weird cat-like slut? Draco walked around the room until he saw a naked boy sleeping on a large, fluffy pillow in the corner of the room.
Mur looked beautiful as he slept, like an angel resting peacefully on a cloud. Part of Draco didn’t want to disturb him, but as he watched the boy sleep, he could really take in every part of him. His long lashes, his plump lips. His pink nipples, his silky smooth skin. His cute little cock and his deliciously round ass.
Draco leaned close to the guy’s face and was overtaken with an urge to kiss the angelic boy. He didn’t. Who knows where that mouth has been? He played with his perky pink nipples instead. His finger brushed over a nub. He twirled it around and then rubbed it between two of his fingers. He pulled on the nub. He looked over at the boy’s face. The guy was still sleeping soundly, if moaning a bit.
Draco moved lower. He parted Mur’s legs and played with his cock. The small member grew at his touch. He pulled the foreskin up and down until Mur began moving his body as he slept, his ass in particular.
Draco removed the boy’s anal plug and began fingering his hole. He used magic to coat his fingers in lube before stretching the boy’s insides. Even though he wore a plug, Mur’s rectum was super tight. Draco’s cock was straining in his robes.
“Mew,” Draco heard the green-eyed boy coo as his eyes slowly opened.
“Hey there, gorgeous,” Draco said as his fingers slid against the warm walls of the whore’s anal passage.
“Meow!” The boy said as he sat up and realized Draco was there with him. “Mouse!”
The blond took his fingers out of the boy and looked about the ground, startled and expecting to see a rodent scurrying across the carpet. There was nothing there. The boy turned back to the nude whore. “You cheeky little shit,” Draco said, smiling.
“Day-co!”
“Draco.”
“Drra-coo.”
The blond sighed. “Dray-ko, say it right.”
“Drayy-coo.”
“Close enough.” Then he smiled again. “Miss me?”
The boy just tilted his head to the side, not comprehending. The blond put his fingers back in Mur’s ass.
“No!” Mur screamed when he felt the fingers. Fingers meant that he didn’t have his plug. “Mur plug!”
“Don’t worry, your plug is right over there. Let’s have some fun without it. You want me to fuck you?”
Mur moaned as Draco pressed the boy’s prostate. “P-plug,” he said again.
“Jeez, just put it back in when we’re done. I know you want me inside you. Look at how your cock is leaking.”
“Mur plug!” The boy tried again. “Master hurt Mur! Mur plug, Drayycoo!”
“What?” Draco had no idea what the guy had meant, but tried to put it together. It was clear that the boy wanted his anal plug. Obviously. But did he just say ‘master’? Did the boy mean the Dark Lord? Or his pimp? Did he mean that his ‘master’ hurt him somehow for not having his plug in or that he would hurt him? Why hadn’t the guy just put it back in?
Draco wished he could just talk to the beautiful guy, but he didn’t even know what language he spoke. He sighed and gave the plug to the boy. “Here. If you didn’t want to have sex with me, you could have just fucking said so or mimed it out or something. Where are you even from?”
He watched Mur hold the plug between his two closed fists, then drop it. He picked it up with his mouth and placed it in Draco’s lap. “Plug,” he said.
“What, you can’t put it in?” Then it all made sense…no, only one thing made sense, but it was a start. “You really can’t, can you?”
Draco looked more closely at Mur’s hands. They were always in fists. He walked on his fists. The blond lifted one of the boys hands up and tried uncurling the fingers, but they simply wouldn’t uncurl. The boy was clearly not trying to keep his hands in fists, he wasn’t straining at all. Was this magic?
“How long have your hands been stuck like this?”
“Mew?”
“Ok, you can cut the cat act now. Your ‘master’ isn’t here so you don’t need to play toward his sick fetish right now.”
He saw the boy’s eyes light up when Draco had said the word ‘cat’, a word he understood.
“Mur cat!”
“Yeah, I know you pretend to be a cat for your master, but you don’t have to right now.” Then Draco had another realization, ‘don’t have to?’ what if he couldn’t stop? What if it was an order like with his hands? The curled up hands were useless like paws—no thumbs. Maybe this guy was forced to always act like a cat. Draco suddenly looked up at the boy’s cat ears. He felt one of them. It felt way too real. And the boy’s real ears simply weren’t there. His ears were gone. Draco felt the base of the ears. They connected seamlessly to the boy’s head. Were they permanent? Then what about the tail? Was that permanent too? Had this guy been permanently deformed? Extreme body modification?
Who the fuck would agree to that? Then another realization. Nobody would. Even people into extreme pet play wouldn’t disfigure themselves so bad that they couldn’t walk or hold a wand. And this guy had to be a wizard. The Dark Lord wouldn’t bed someone who wasn’t. Muggles were filthy.
So Draco knew a few things about Mur. He was a wizard. He was permanently disfigured to resemble a cat. And he was foreign. Draco assumed Mur, if that was even his real name, had been a victim of human trafficking and forced to be some sex pet that the Dark Lord must have purchased. Oh and one more thing. This wasn’t a guest room. This must be the Dark Lord’s bedchamber for Mur had been sleeping on a pillow on the floor instead of the bed. Why have a bed if you weren’t going to sleep on it? It wasn’t Mur’s bed.
Draco conjured a map of the world and asked Mur where he was from, but the guy just stared at the map like it was a pretty picture. That gave Draco a sinking feeling. He conjured a piece of parchment and a quill. He pointed to himself, then wrote the number sixteen. Then he pointed to Mur and gave him the quill. He watched Mur take the quill in his mouth and put the tip to the paper. Draco was finally going to get some answers. Well, at least he’d know how old the kid was.
Draco’s eyes widened when instead of writing his age, the boy started scribbling all over the parchment. He scribbled until there was no more ink in the nib. Then the boy let the quill fall out of his mouth.
“Toy like! Mur good!”
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Mur found it difficult to communicate with Draco. Much more difficult than communicating with Master. Mur wanted to tell Draco that he liked the toy and that he was happy to play with it, but Mur had never learned the word ‘happy’. He couldn’t even say he was ‘not sad’. He knew ‘good’ and ‘bad’. He didn’t have words to express his feelings.
Instead, Mur leaned over and licked Draco’s cheek. The blond leaned back, shocked, then gave him a small smile.
Mur lied on his back and showed Draco his tummy. Sometimes Master would rub Mur’s chest, tummy, and penis affectionately. Mur waited for Draco to do the same. Mur really liked Draco. Draco even tried to give Mur his plug back, though he didn’t put it back inside Mur.
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Draco looked down to the boy on the rug. He clearly wanted Draco to pet him. It seemed the boy was full of epiphanies because Draco realized that not only did Mur not know his age, he didn’t know how to write. This meant that he must have been sold as a sex slave at a very young age. How young? Wait, Draco thought, if Mur doesn’t know how to write, maybe he doesn’t know how to talk…what if he isn’t a foreigner, after all?
It was all coming together. The boy was taken at such a young age that he never learned to speak. What else hadn’t he learned? Draco looked down and gave the boy what he wanted. He rubbed the boy’s belly. The boy meowed happily.
What if it wasn’t what he hadn’t learned, but what he had learned? Maybe Mur wasn’t acting. What if he really thought he was a cat? A cat that was used for sexual pleasure?
“Mur!” Draco said suddenly, eyes alight with new understanding. He watched the boy sit up. “You’re a cat, aren’t you Mur?”
“Mur cat,” Mur said.
Draco looked at the tags on collar he wore for the first time. The first one read “Murder” while the other read “Property of the Dark Lord Voldemort”.
“Mur, you’re Voldemort’s cat, aren’t you?”
The boy just looked at him, then proceeded to lick the back of his closed fist. A very cat-like gesture.
“You must not know your master’s name,” Draco mused out loud.
Mur turned to him and said, “Master.”
“You have a very limited understanding of human speech. I wonder how long you’ve been here.” Draco watched as Mur got on all four and walked into the bathroom. Draco curiously walked in with him only to see Mur peeing like a cat in a litter box. “You don’t even use the toilet? Well, I guess you can’t with your legs all stumpy.” Draco never talked to himself unless he was completely alone, but being with Mur was like being with an actual pet. Mur couldn’t understand him anyway, couldn’t tell on him. It made Draco want to divulge all his secrets.
Draco began to ramble. “You know, when I first saw you, I thought you were the hottest guy I’d ever seen. I’m gay but nobody knows. I don’t think it would go over well with my parents. Now that I know that you’re just some sex pet, basically an animal who doesn’t know anything about the world…well, you’re still the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, but I don’t know, you also have this angelic quality to you. Well, I guess I thought that while you were sleeping too. But what I’m trying to get at is you’re really innocent. There’s nobody in the world as innocent, as pure as you are, well I guess babies and other animals, but not a teenage boy.”
Mur just watched Draco with a smile on his face. As the boy spoke, Draco sat on the couch. Mur stayed on the floor with his head in the blond’s lap. Draco played with Mur’s wild black hair and ears.
“There’s something simple and sweet about you Mur, even if you are a sexy whore.” Draco flicked the boy’s ear at that. Mur just mewed. “It’s weird. One part of me wants to shag you into the carpet because you’re so fucking hot, and the other wants to keep petting you like the cat you think you are.” Draco smiled sadly at the boy. “You’ve been abused your whole life and I bet you don’t even know it.”
It was really fucked up, Draco knew that. He didn’t really want to take advantage of a guy who was so deformed and broken, who was probably mentally unstable, but after sitting on the couch with Mur for a while, Draco had to fuck him.
They did it on Mur’s pillow. Draco stretched him with two fingers before he inserted himself inside. It wasn’t just Draco. Mur definitely wanted it too. He kept cuddling with him and his small cock got really hard when Draco pet him.
Draco still took it slow, making sure Mur felt good. And Mur did. Draco could feel the tight walls of Mur’s rectum welcoming him inside. With each thrust Mur meowed wantonly. Draco grunted too. He picked up the pace. His cock thrusted almost brutally inside the boy. He hit Mur’s prostate multiple times before coming inside the handsome man. Draco lay on top of Mur as he softened.
“That was good.”
“Mur good?”
“Yeah, real good. Best fuck I’ve ever had.”
“Mur like fuck. Mur like Draycoo.”
Draco felt himself blush. He also felt Mur tense underneath him, like he was trying not to move. Draco got up and noticed Mur was still hard. “Here, you deserve a bit of relief, I should think.” Draco wrapped a hand around Mur’s member and pumped quickly.
Suddenly Mur tried pushing him away with his little fists. “No! Mur no!”
“What’s wrong? You clearly want to come.”
“Mur no! Master hurt Mur!”
“Wait, are you not allowed to come?” Draco asked.
The boy just stared at him, his cheeks were stained with tears. Draco smiled. “Loved my cock that much, did you?” Then he sighed. “I know I teased you last time, but I really want you to feel good. Your Master won’t find out, okay?”
Draco put his mouth around the head of the boy’s cock and sucked. It was the first cock he’d ever sucked. A Malfoy would never stoop so low, but for some reason, Draco really wanted to suck Mur off.
“No!” Mur screamed again. Draco sucked the cock down to the root. “Ah!” Draco gave the best blowjob he could. He was an amateur, but it was clear that Mur was enjoying himself. Mur ejaculated early and Draco got a good taste of the boy’s seed. He swallowed it down.
“There, now we’re even,” the blond said.
“Draycoo good.” Then Mur said in a small voice, “Master hurt Mur.”
“He won’t find out.” Draco picked up the anal plug off the floor and put it back inside Mur’s ass. “Sorry about last time. I didn’t know you’d get in trouble.”
Draco petted and talked to Mur a little while longer until both of them heard the turning of the doorknob.
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Mur froze in place. What would happen if Master saw Draco? Would Master let him keep the white mouse-human? Mur knew deep down that Master wouldn’t. No, Mur would be punished with the lotion in his penis again in Master saw Draco.
The lotion hurt so much. But what could Mur do? What if Master hurt Draco? Mur didn’t want Draco to be hurt.
As the door turned, Mur ran at Draco and pushed him over to the bed. He wanted the blond to get under the bed and hide, but they didn’t have enough time. The door opened and Master walked in.
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