Draco couldn't breathe.
His brain kept telling his lungs to just do something, but they were having limited success. There was no tickle of passing air through his nose. His chest felt like it was on fire.
This could not possibly be reality. How could his father suddenly turn into such a… such a… His oxygen-deprived mind couldn't think of words good enough to describe Lucius Malfoy's sudden change in self.
He took a small breath and his head reeled in delight.
Once again – how many unsuccessful attempts had he already made? – he lifted his weak hands and tore at the bindings that forced the thick ball between his jaws. They would not give at all. Saliva trickled from both corners of his mouth and ran down his chin, but he couldn't close his lips to stop the flow. Even swallowing was borderline impossible with this demonic device.
Speaking of which… Had his father actually complimented Muggles? The thought alone made Draco nauseous. Nothing could be more un-Malfoy-like.
He lifted his head off the ground when he heard the door open. From lack of concentrating on it, his breathing had returned back to normal, but when his gaze locked on his father it sent his lungs off in a frenzied panic.
"Draco, relax," he heard Lucius try to comfort him. "You have a lot of learning to do. Breathing like that won't help you at all."
Learning? Draco wished so badly that he could ask one of the millions of questions that were buzzing around in his head.
"Get back on your bed," Lucius ordered on him, his voice crystal clear and stern. "Lie on your back with your arms spread above your head. Now."
Draco wasted no time in scrambling to his feet and crawling back on his bed. Maybe if he just listened to his dad and obeyed his orders, Lucius would take this gag off him and then Draco would be able to beg for this to end and make some sort of grand escape. Genius.
He lay on top of his puffy silver comforter. The sleek material was cold on his bare back. They may have been father and son, but Draco still felt uncomfortable having Lucius see him in just his underwear. Especially ones that were as tight and revealing as the boxer-briefs he generally slept in.
Lifting his arms the way his father had specified so that his body was in a Y-shape, Draco waited nervously. Lucius took his sweet time in approaching him, wand in hand, a smirk on his face. Without warning, Draco felt great tension in his arms as they were stretched toward either bed post. A pair of Muggle handcuffs magically secured each wrist to the wrought-iron vertical rods, tightening with a quiet click, click, click sound.
The gag vanished.
Before Draco even had a chance to register that he was bound to his own bed by his father, he realized he'd been given the freedom of speech again and needed to take advantage of it.
"Father! I—"
He stopped short. Lucius had silently slipped a hand into Draco's briefs and was gently stroking him, successfully taking the boy's breath away.
"Please…!"
The strokes sped up, and Draco found himself fully erect and almost panting. To think, he hadn't been able to breathe just a minute ago.
Wait a fucking second.
His own father was giving him a hand job! This sudden comprehension made him go soft practically instantly. Lucius snickered.
"What?" his father asked, his voice sickeningly innocent. "You don't like it?"
Draco didn't – couldn't – answer. He was still breathing hard, his eyes wide and wild, muscles straining against his bonds as he tried to sort out the situation quickly in his head. His father was, there was no mistaking it… sexually abusing him. His father. Lucius Malfoy, the man he'd respected and idolized his entire life. And now Draco was chained to his own bed, unable to stop Lucius from doing anything he desired to his son's defenseless body.
"Dad, think about this," he said quickly, a very panicky edge in his tone. "This isn't right, you can't—"
"Admit it, Draco," Lucius interjected, his hand finding Draco's cock again and continuing to coax it back to hardness. He listened intently to his son's breathing as it picked up. "You know it feels good. You're enjoying yourself, you are, I can see it. And it is right if we both want it."
"Ergh!" Draco groaned, a mixture of pleasure and frustration. "This isn't fair! I-I can't think straight when you're doing this to me." He was only a teenage boy, after all.
"It's not supposed to be fair, baby," Lucius purred, tugging Draco's underwear down to his knees. He perched on the edge of the bed and made himself comfortable, as though he planned to be there for a while. Draco watched him warily through blurred vision, deeply disturbed.
Lucius leaned his head in and very carefully swirled his tongue over the head of Draco's engorged cock. He kept his own pleasure in check, right now completely focused on pushing his son's limits until he broke him down, but he couldn't deny that the Malfoy boy tasted better than he'd ever dreamed. Lucius crossed his own legs firmly.
Draco let out the softests of moans. It was easy to tell how hard he was trying to deny the pleasurable sensations he was experiencing. A single fingernail ran up and down his shaft a few times until a shining bead of precum formed at the slit of his cock.
"Stop-p-p…" he whined, his body twisting sideways to try and evade his father's teasing hand. Lucius merely flicked his wand and Draco's legs were stretched out and they mirrored the position of his arms, bound there by cuffs as well.
Lucius made a noise of approval. "You look amazing like that," he complimented quietly, running his cold hands up and down the insides of Draco's thighs. Draco had very limited mobility at this point, and could do nothing to stop the assault.
"Do you want to come?" Lucius asked his son, stroking his cock firmly a few more times.
Draco remained silent, his face twisted in distress. Never in his teenage years had he been aroused like this, never. Woman nor man, Pansy nor Blaise, had ever pleasured him this way. He felt as if he'd die of frustration if his father did not let him come soon.
"Do you want to come?" his father repeated, more firmly this time.
Draco paused before nodding his head vigorously, unable to hold back his desire anymore. He was so hard it ached, and his thoughts were clouded by hormones.
So Lucius finished his son off with finesse, alternating between mouth and hand with firm yet delicate motions. He was so skilled and so experienced, so beyond anything Draco had ever experienced, that it felt like he came in only seconds.
"Now," Lucius said as he cleaned off Draco's substantial amount of seed with a quick spell. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" He was smirking, knowing he'd just given his son the best orgasm of his life.
He could hear it in Draco's breathing, see it in Draco's sweat, taste it in Draco's come…
"Let me go," his son whimpered softly, not to his surprise. "P-please, father, this isn't… isn't…"
"This isn't up to you," Lucius finished for him, kissing Draco on the forehead softly before exiting the room once again and leaving his son shackled to the bed.