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C H A P T E R F I V E;

Draco whispered a quick spell and the bindings around Harry's ankles vanished. "Off the bed and on your knees," Draco commanded, stepping back from the bed and pointing at the floor. Harry quickly obliged, unwilling to cause Draco to press that button again. He slid off the bed carefully, hands still tied behind his back, and dropped instantly to his knees, desperately trying to ignore the full sensation in his ass and the pressure of his restricted erection.

"Suck me." Draco left no room for argument, presenting his very hard cock to Harry's lips.

Without hesitation Harry parted his jaws and took Draco into his mouth. He was very well trained when it came to pleasuring Draco orally. It was a three step process, drilled into his brain. He knew that Draco liked for Harry to cover every inch of his cock and balls with his tongue to wet it, then to focus solely on the head for a while, and finally to deep throat him until he came.

"Once I come…" Draco murmured breathlessly, his hands carding through Harry's hair. "The ties around your wrists will b-break and… Ohh, right there… Good boy, Harry, good boy… They'll break, and you… You can… You can come."

Harry choked on Draco's cock. Before he could regain his composure, Draco had begun thrusting his hips in ecstasy, and Harry was so busy trying not to gag again as he took all of Draco's length down his throat that he couldn't even relish in the excitement that he was finally going to come. Finally!

Harry managed to pull away from his master, coughing and spluttering and trying to catch his breath. Draco's hands almost immediately grabbed Harry's head, holding it in place with two hands tangled in his dark locks, but the three seconds of freedom were enough for Harry. He'd stopped coughing and reopened his mouth, better prepared this time for Draco's deep thrusts.

Draco slapped Harry sharply across the face, punishment for the mistake, but no reprimanding words were said. A deep red mark bloomed beautifully on his slut's cheek and Draco couldn't help but smile even as his vision clouded with his impending orgasm.

Harry could sense that Draco was about to come -- his servitude had enabled him to become very attuned to Draco's body -- and he backed off momentarily to try and drag it out, ceasing his deep throating and simply swirling his tongue around the head.

"Oh no you don't!" Draco shouted, his hands tight on Harry's hair once more, jerking his head forward and ramming his cock down his throat. With two more brutal thrusts Draco pulled himself fully out of Harry's mouth, jerked on his own cock, and came.

Harry closed his eyes tight as spurt after spurt covered his face, the warm and sticky cum trickling down his cheeks. Draco knew that this would make Harry feel inferior, embarrassed. He was right. But in the displeasure of it all, Harry didn't fail to notice that the bindings around his wrists had vanished.

He instantly ripped off the cockring and chucked it on the floor. His own dick felt like a stranger's as he wrapped his hand around it and, very gently, began stroking it. Anything less than gentle was almost painful for him, and Harry assumed that was why Draco was letting him jerk himself off.

Once Draco had come down from his post-orgasmic high, he came around behind Harry and kneeled down, pressing his front to Harry's back. Harry let out the sweetest moan, music to Draco's ear, and added a bit of speed to his rhythmic stroking. His head tipped backwards, resting on Draco's shoulder, and Draco leaned in to lick off some his own seed from Harry's cheek. The feeling of his master's tongue was too much for Harry, and he felt his balls tighten. Draco must've sensed it too, for he reached over and grabbed the small remote control and pushed his thumb down on the bottom.

Harry screamed out his pleasure in the form of Draco's name as the vibrator hummed against his prostate. And for the first time in four days, he came.

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"Feel better?" Draco purred in Harry's ear after having given Harry a few moments to revel in his orgasm. Harry turned his head and locked lips with his master, thanking him physically as opposed to verbally, which Draco wasn't going to deny he appreciated.

He scooped up the dark haired boy and deposited him on the bed, instantly climbing in after him and spooning his lithe body. He wrapped his arms around him, nuzzling his neck and nibbling on his collarbone. "You mean the world to me," he whispered, kissing Harry's cum-stained face.

Harry turned around so they were face-to-face, kissing Draco softly on the lips. "You are my world," he responded, holding Draco's hands between their bodies.

Draco nipped at Harry's lower lip. "Go to sleep now. At least for a little while. Now that you've come we'll be playing a whole new game," he teased, turning Harry over, smacking his ass, and then carefully easing the vibrator out of his ass before pressing their bodies back together to sleep.