Drabble number three: 254 words
Rated: M
Warnings: Non-con, slash.
This is the first, in a set of many drabbles. All will be non-con, and all will be slash. If you have problems reading this, please don't.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack. "Please!" He screamed after the paddle had collided with his bottom for the nineteenth time.
There was a pause. "Please, what, Harry?" The man smirked, patiently holding the wooden paddle above the boy.
"Please stop!" The boy gasped as cold fingers started to trail up his burning skin. The digits traced patterns and the nails placed red welts on the young wizard that caused the boy to whimper.
"You have twenty-one left to go, child. Unless you can convince me otherwise that I should just drop it." The chains binding the boy loosened, and he found himself able to move freely. He rubbed his wrists where the chains had chafed him, not bothering to cover himself or make himself decent.
"Well?" Lord Voldemort narrowed his eyes, and Harry shifted his eyes nervously. He began to reach his hands forward, and stopped himself awkwardly. Looking into the slitted pupils of the Dark Lord he knew, and he hesitantly dropped to his knees. "Go ahead," The older encouraged greedily.
The boy found himself once again reaching for the man, but could not bring himself to the waistband of the trousers. "I can't." He whispered, and curled himself into a ball, shutting out the world around him. Tears began to drip from his clenched eyes, and sobs began to escape from his hoarse throat. "I can't"-
And suddenly he found himself bound again, and over the lap over the Dark Lord. The boy screamed, wearing away at his voice. "Twenty-one more it is then."
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