Title: Collared.
Author: SweetlyDarkJenn ([email protected])
Summary: Harry feels like he belongs.
Rating: R
Pairing: LM/HP
Feedback: Please? You'll go to heaven.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just like to play with other people things.
Distribution: Sure, you want it? Take it. Just drop me the address?
A/N: Written for the request made by KM in the Yahoo Group 'Write Me A
Slash Fic': No 17 Lucius Collars his Pet. Who is it? Not too sure if it
fulfils the requirements?
A/N2: Not beta'd. Any Grammatical or Spelling mistakes are mine and mine
alone.
It's a silver chain, not very big or heavy, just large enough to be noticeable if you really looked and just heavy enough I can always feel it.
I can always feel him.
I didn't think it would turn out this way. I'm supposed to be the good guy. The one people can always turn to if they're in a crisis.
Especially since I defeated Voldermort.
Nobody knows about this side of my personality, the side that likes to be punished, that likes to be whipped.
. Used . Abused . Punished
The side of me that loves to kneel on chilly concrete floors and be eye level with my Masters magnificent cock.
To sometimes be bound, or to sometimes see nothing except the dark silk that covers my eyes.
To have the feeling of helplessness increased until my senses are crying, screaming, out for me to run; get the hell out of there.
But that's understandable.
My Master doesn't inspire trust in anyone, and when I'm lying alone in my home at night, whether it be in bed or lounging on the couch trying to get comfortable and not aggravate my welts, I go over and over why I let him do the things to me that he does.
And I can never think of any reason. sane reason, for me letting him touch me in this way, to have this power.
And he does have the power.
He has all the power in the world; he has the power to make me cry.
. Scream . Whimper . Beg . Ache
And he knows it.
I wasn't sure about the chain at first.
Not just because of the large LM that would be visible if the chain were to fall over my shirt or robe.
But because of what it signifies.
That I, Harry James Potter, am the sole property of Lucius Malfoy, I suppose the only way he could top this would be to brand me or marry me. which his wife and son might have something to say about; not even thinking about my friends reactions.
That's right, they don't know. This is a side of me that I can't even show to them. I don't think they would understand, but even if they tried. I like this being my dirty little secret, which he knows especially when he orders me to blow him the moment I walk through the door and automatically drop to my knees with my arms placed behind my back.
I find myself sometimes, when I'm stressed, running the tips of my fingers over it.
It gives me a weird feeling of pleasure.
To know that finally I belong, that he. desires to brand me as much as I enjoy being branded I suppose.
I belong to Him, My Master, My Lover and Punisher, My. World.
And now The World will know it.
~~fin~~
It's a silver chain, not very big or heavy, just large enough to be noticeable if you really looked and just heavy enough I can always feel it.
I can always feel him.
I didn't think it would turn out this way. I'm supposed to be the good guy. The one people can always turn to if they're in a crisis.
Especially since I defeated Voldermort.
Nobody knows about this side of my personality, the side that likes to be punished, that likes to be whipped.
. Used . Abused . Punished
The side of me that loves to kneel on chilly concrete floors and be eye level with my Masters magnificent cock.
To sometimes be bound, or to sometimes see nothing except the dark silk that covers my eyes.
To have the feeling of helplessness increased until my senses are crying, screaming, out for me to run; get the hell out of there.
But that's understandable.
My Master doesn't inspire trust in anyone, and when I'm lying alone in my home at night, whether it be in bed or lounging on the couch trying to get comfortable and not aggravate my welts, I go over and over why I let him do the things to me that he does.
And I can never think of any reason. sane reason, for me letting him touch me in this way, to have this power.
And he does have the power.
He has all the power in the world; he has the power to make me cry.
. Scream . Whimper . Beg . Ache
And he knows it.
I wasn't sure about the chain at first.
Not just because of the large LM that would be visible if the chain were to fall over my shirt or robe.
But because of what it signifies.
That I, Harry James Potter, am the sole property of Lucius Malfoy, I suppose the only way he could top this would be to brand me or marry me. which his wife and son might have something to say about; not even thinking about my friends reactions.
That's right, they don't know. This is a side of me that I can't even show to them. I don't think they would understand, but even if they tried. I like this being my dirty little secret, which he knows especially when he orders me to blow him the moment I walk through the door and automatically drop to my knees with my arms placed behind my back.
I find myself sometimes, when I'm stressed, running the tips of my fingers over it.
It gives me a weird feeling of pleasure.
To know that finally I belong, that he. desires to brand me as much as I enjoy being branded I suppose.
I belong to Him, My Master, My Lover and Punisher, My. World.
And now The World will know it.
~~fin~~