Right so this is an attempt at a three shot...plus a prologue, which is this chapter.

so heres the disclaimer

THIS IS A SADOMASOCHISM TALE! HIGHLY GRAPHIC SCENES OF BONDAGE, HUMILIATION AND PUNISHMENT, ELECTROSTIMULATION, BLOODPLAY AND GURO WILL BE THE MAIN POINT OF THIS STORY. BE WARNED!

so yeah...too cranky to make a decent intro. so just read the fucking prologue. nag nag nag, rant rant rant, further crabby comments.

XDDD enjoy.

*note* in the first part of this story "It" refers to harry. "Him" and Master" is a bit self explanitory.

It could hardly move, but It could see Him grinning like the demon he was from across the bed, before It crashed onto the floor in a trembling heap. He'd kicked It off the edge. More than likely, he'd been staring at It for hours. He was strange like that, terrifying; with those strange pit-like eyes of his that looked almost red in the dim light of the room.

It did It's best to collect Itself before He got to his feet. It's eyes cast down (not that it was necessary; it's hair, dark as it was, hid It's eyes well enough under the fringe it made when It's head was bowed) It waited for Him to relieve himself for the morning. It had done well last night, so he would be pissing in the toilet, rather than over It…or inside It; a reward for It's compliance, for It's screaming, begging.

As soon as It dared to breathe, It caught the scent of coffee, eggs and bacon; breakfast cooked by His new submissive. It sneered in disgust. That disgusting blonde fop had no place at the Master's feet. No obedience, crying out his "safe word" far too quickly. He was defeating his own purpose by even having one. He wouldn't last long. It was Master's favorite. Why else would He have relinquished It of It's name? Why else would he have chipped and collared It?

It was roused from It's musings by a caress to the top of It's head. It looked up to see Master leering down in a way that made It shiver.

"Does It wish to eat with It's Master?" It nodded in reply, nuzzling the hand that reached down to pinch It's cheek until the flesh reddened and stung. "Come along then. Mustn't keep Draco waiting." It growled in reply, not daring to speak It's disapproval, which earned a chuckle from the Brunette who walked ahead. "None of that, now. I am sure in time he will break." It scoffed mentally and followed after Masters feet as His toes curled into the soft shag carpet. Master had installed it only three weeks ago for It's comfort when It slept on the floor. He was so Kind.

As It took It's place at Master's feet, It lifted It's chin high, flaunting It's collar and the many marks over It's body from last nights ministrations for the Submissive to see and gurn green with envy over, for what else would that bitch do when he saw how pleased Master was with It? And As master was presented with his breakfast and morning paper by the Blonde, It grinned inwardly to Itself as a small, yet diabolical plan formed in It's mind.

Draco bit his lip and poured milk in the already somewhat filled saucer for the Slave at Master's feet. He couldn't help but sneer at It, somewhat disgusted, somewhat jealous of its perfect posture and complete subservience to the Master. It grinned back maliciously at him and turned away, nuzzling the Master's leg. Yes, yes, Master owned only It. And if It had any choice in the matter, it would remain that way. Of course It didn't, but a little playful manipulation was harmless…right? It waited for the Sub to bring over It's morning gift. It didn't know how long it took Master to make it, even if most of it was just milk. If He wasn't such a heavy cum, It wouldn't receive the treat at all. The privilege to ingest Masters mighty seed was most precious. Ah but here came the bitch, and It readjusted It's legs at just the right moment. Dracos foot caught on It's leg and sent him reeling forward with a squeak of terror as It reached out gracefully and caught It's breakfast and set it on the floor demurely. Master was most likely ignoring the interaction. He usually didn't mind when the Sub's were Hazed by It. The competition was good for them He always said. Draco growled and opened his mouth to retort as Masters voice rang out clearly through the room.

"Be grateful It bothered to catch It's breakfast Draco." Fire flashed in the Sub's eyes and he growled, glaring at It. "I doubt you have acquired the proper palette to scrape it from the carpet with your tongue should it have spilled." Master patted It's head as He turned back to his paper. "Hn…What would It do if Master were to have Draco clean up the mess?" It's throat rumbled as It smirked at the disheveled boy.

"It would ask Master's permission to punish the Submissive for stealing It's breakfast."

"Good answer." It felt master's hand lift It's chin and It beamed up at Him, It's startling emerald eyes glimmering with affection as It was lifted into a passionate, dominating kiss. The last coherent thought It had before focusing completely on master was the fury that raged in the Submissives face, and the warm glee that It felt to see that.

Hard lips found It's own and toungs clashed, his member already hard,

BRRRRRRRRRRR…

and now throbbing painfully around the bite mark along the underside ground against his masters…

RRRRRRRRRRRR…

His? No…no It's…yeah…wait…no…Harry…not it…fuck fuck he was loosing that feeling…

RRRRRRRRRRRR…

Keep concentrating…you have a job to do, please Him…must fo-JOB…WORK!

Harry all but leaped out of bed in a frenzy, smashed his palm on the alarm clock and jumped into the shower, uncairing what temperature it would be when turned on. He was already late for work...

Harry Potter blinked groggily as he lifted the mug to his lips with shakey hands. The dark circles under his eyes gave his normally lively face a sunken appearance. He was exhausted, and Ron could see that clearly as the cloudless summer sky outside the office. He had been concerned about his Partner for quite some time. Ever since they had been assigned That Case, Harry had not been himself. Or rather, since he had seen the photos of the mangled victems.

Ron himself had been torn up for a few days as he allowed the boil of horror to rise and burst. He had not by any means disassociated the victems, but he had let the reality sink in and the anger to morph into determination. He was surprised to see how the young men, burned and battered before death by that sick, sadistic bitch had affected Harry, though. And badly. He had never seen his best friend like this, barely awake, jumpy and quick to get defensive. Almost as if he was hiding something. A sliver of suspicion had entered his mind when it had all started, but he mentally slapped himself for even considering him a suspect because of his empathy for them. He was a sensitive guy, but it was rare that Harry ever let someone see, even Ron forgot sometimes, and was surprised to see it at work of all places.

"You should take the day off, Harry" he set a hand on the man's shoulder, who flinched visibly.

"No. I'll be fine." Harry's voice was rough and sandy…had he been screaming lately? He vaguely remembered harry being a vocal sleeper in college. The two had been roommates. "Just gotta wake up."

Ron shrugged, not really wanting to give up, but not wanting to get the guy angry, and Harry was prone to mood swings when on a case that lasted this long unsolved; and walked away.

Harry sighed and arched his neck, running a hand through his thick mess of hair. He knew what ron was thinking. He had made sure that his friend developed that image of him. But what surprised him was how close to the mark Ron probably was. Ron most likely thought he was taking it too hard because of his own past encounter with Sadomasochism.

How would he react if he knew that every time he saw those photos…and saw himself in their place…his dick would start to throb against his leg?

i am aware it needs a bit of beta-ing. gimme a lil bit. i have the whole thing typed up, so the next update should be either tomorrow or the next date, along with the edited version of this.