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Harry slowly woke up with a pained groan. His entire body hurt. He couldn't remember why until he made to lift his hand to find his glasses, and the weight of the shackle triggered an outpouring of memories.
He had lost. Voldemort had given him to Draco, and Ron had been given to the Lestranges. Hermione was sent off to one of those muggleborn camps, and then his two best friends had been portkeyed away as Harry had been forced into shackled that blocked off his magic while he begged for them to not hurt Ron and Hermione. After that came darkness, and now Harry was laying on a hard, carpeted floor.
Harry cracked open his eyes, but the room was completely dark. He made to sit up, and he found his right ankle was chained to something. He blindly used his hands to figure out what it was attached to, felt a wooden post, and feeling that out made him think it was a bed.
"Be quiet, Potter, I'm trying to sleep," a very familiar voice said.
"Draco?!" Harry hissed, "Let me go!"
There was a pause, then a rustle of fabric. "Now why would I do that?" Malfoy chuckled. "Did you know that when your magic was blocked off, the lordship of the Black Family reverted to me? As long as I keep you like this, I have my own fortune and my own power independent of my father and the Dark Lord."
"How long was I out?" Harry demanded to know as he reached out to yank on the chain connected to the bed. "Where are Ron and Hermione?"
"Granger is going to be used as a broodmare at the concentration camps and Ron is probably being used by Rodolphus and Rabastan right now," Malfoy drawled. Harry felt sick to his stomach. "And I guess that if you are not going to let me sleep, we can start your training now."
"Training?" Harry asked, and that was when he realized he was naked. "Where are my clothes?"
The room was suddenly lit up with candles, but the lighting was dim enough that it didn't hurt Harry's eyes. "You don't need them anymore," Malfoy stated, and Harry looked at him only to see a pale blur. "You are going to be trained as a pleasure slave."
Harry turned green around the gills and scooted up against the footboard of the bed for protection when he saw and heard Malfoy stand up. "That's sick," Harry growled, grabbing the top of the headboard to pull himself up while he used it to hide the bottom half of his nudity. "Never!"
"Kreacher," Malfoy called, and Harry heard the pop of displaced air as Kreacher popped in just a few feet away from him. He could see the house elf much better, and he bowed low and respectfully to Malfoy like he never had Harry or Sirius. "It's time to begin."
"Yes, master," Kreacher said, then he turned to Harry and snapped his fingers.
The weight of the shackled around Harry's wrists seemed to increase a hundredfold, and it jerked Harry down to the floor. He yelped in pain as he landed on his hands and his knees, and he heard Malfoy laugh.
"How is the house coming along, Kreacher?"
"It is being cleaned and restored to its former glory, master," Kreacher said, a tinge of pride in his voice. "Young master Malfoy is the best thing to happen since Mistress' death."
"Let me go!" Harry demanded, getting his bearings back enough to try to move so he could kick out at Kreacher, but the shackles around his ankles were also immovable. "Let me go!!"
"Shut him up."
Kreacher snapped his fingers and Harry's voice suddenly stopped working. He wiggled some more to try to yank free, but all he did was hurt his wrists and give his knees carpet burn. He finally stopped and glared at Malfoy who was coming towards him until he stopped right next to Kreacher.
"Can you see me?" Malfoy asked as he squatted down, and Harry's glare intensified. "Good." Malfoy grinned. "Did you know that there is a reason why house elves are chained to us?"
Harry warily shook his head no.
"They are originally from the mainland - Helga Hufflepuff brought them here to work at the castle," Draco said. "See, slavery was not just legal back then, it was common and expected. House elves were renamed to house elves once we managed enslave the whole race, but before then, they were known as Succubi and Incubi... But definitely not good looking like modern drawings and stories depict. They were actually uglier back then. Kreacher here is over six hundred years old, and he is only barely past his prime. Dobby was only forty but looked a lot softer, right? Well, house elves were where the stories of sex demons came from, and they had the power to enthrall and enslave using sex."
Harry gave both Malfoy and Kreacher a wary look, and Malfoy chuckled then sat all the way down on the floor.
"When slavery was still legal, we also took human slaves you know," Draco said. "We used house elves to control them. Can you guess how?"
Harry glared at Malfoy, not willing to play his game since he couldn't speak anyway.
"Through sex. Kreacher, show him how eager you are to put him in his place."
Kreacher grabbed the bottom of his pillow case and quickly pulled it off. Harry's eyes widened in horror when he saw the elf sporting a giant green cock that was far bigger than Harry's. The tip was bright green, pointed like a dog cock and definitely bendy, and it darkened in color until it reached Kreacher's body where it blended in with his own grey-green skin color. The house elf was hairless even down there, but to Harry's disgust his cock was also covered in warts.
"Clean and prep him."
Kreacher snapped his fingers, and Harry flinched hard when his every inch of his skin felt like tape had been ripped off. Not even his scalp was spared! He looked down at his hands which had been grimy with battle and saw they looked clean and pink, then he jolted forward when a second snap had his insides feeling like they were being flushed around. The feeling quickly abated and left him feeling strangely empty, but it felt like some of the liquid still remained since it began leaking out of his arse making him blush and lower himself down.
"What, you never fucked Granger or Weasley?" Malfoy asked, and Harry glared at him again though he could feel tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. Malfoy burst out laughing. "This is perfect, your first time with a house elf."
Harry vehemently shook his head no and started begging Malfoy with his eyes and mouthed words that 'no' and 'I'll be good!' but it just got him a dark chuckle.
"Trust me, you need this," he said. "Your other option is that I'll castrate you, curse you with feebleness, then fuck your mouth because you won't be able to bite down hard enough to chew even soaked bread. You will have to swallow your food in liquid and semi-liquid state, and you will have to crawl everywhere since you won't be able to stand on your own two feet. I'd rather not go with that option since it requires a lot of body modifications, and I find that I already like your body as it is. Plus I intend to have you play seeker games with me often to keep both of us in shape."
Harry almost thought the castration option was better until Malfoy outlined what the feebleness curse would do. He cringed back and hid his face against his upper arm, and he fought hard not to cry.
"Proceed, Kreacher. Don't ruin him. Tell me when he is close to getting the first load, and make it quick."
Harry squeezed his eyes shut so he wouldn't have to see anything. When he felt calloused and wrinkled hands on his arse that spread open his cheeks, he began to tremble and that caused more liquid to squeeze out of his hole.
Kreacher made a groaning sound like he had just seen something delicious, then he let go of one of Harry's cheeks. Harry silently whimpered and tried to curl into himself more as he felt the pointed tip of something at his hole, then began to slide in and Harry reflexively jerked making it slip out.
"Master, may I keep the slave still?" Kreacher asked. "Freeze him with my magic?"
"Wait a second," Malfoy said. Suddenly Harry felt a grip on his hair, and he cried out as his head was yanked up. "Now!"
Harry felt his body freeze in that position - his ass pushed back and his head up with his mouth wide open. He couldn't even blink, so he was forced to look directly at Malfoy who was grinning at him just a few inches away. Then his face got closer and closer, and Harry was startled when Malfoy began to lick the inside of his mouth.
"Too bad that this isn't your first kiss, too, but I'll settle for all the other firsts," Draco said as Harry's hole was prodded at once again. When the tip breached his rim, he prayed that it was just a finger. However it quickly got thick until Harry felt like he was being split open, and the only signs of pain he could give was the heavy panting he was doing and the tears pouring out of his eyes.
Harry was so focused on the splitting pain in his arse so bad that he didn't notice what Malfoy was doing until something salty slid into his mouth. Harry focused his teary eyes forward and inwardly gagged since he realized he was staring directly at Malfoy's pajama-clad belly which meant that Malfoy was rubbing his cock against Harry's tongue.
"Those warts you saw on Kreacher's cock aren't warts," Malfoy said just as Kreacher stopped pushing in. "They produce slick that acts as both an aphrodisiac and a healing agent. You should be feeling it any moment now."
Harry hated that Malfoy was right. The pain was beginning to melt away, and warmth was spreading out instead. Then Malfoy slid his cock deeper into Harry's mouth until it hit the back of his throat... then went past that and cut off his breathing.
"Ngh, you have such a tight throat," Malfoy grunted as he grounded his pelvis against Harry's face. "Too bad I can't come down it right now. Might go down the wrong pipe since you are frozen and can't swallow."
Harry was beginning to feel light headed from the lack of oxygen when the cock in his ass began to move. It nudged its way even deeper before it began to shallowly thrust, and every push hit a pleasurable spot inside of Harry. Harry cried harder because he didn't want it to feel good, and that was when Malfoy pulled his cock out and Harry was able to suck in air. It felt so good to breathe again that the world went white with pleasure.
"Now, master?"
"Oh yes," Malfoy breathed out as he looked down at Harry's face and stroked his cheek with one hand as he gripped Harry's bangs with the other. "Come now, Kreacher, and unfreeze him at the same time. I can barely see the green of his irises his pupils are so dilated."
Harry suddenly regained control of his body, though it did nothing to help him. He came so hard that Malfoy cursed as his leg was splattered, then his arse was suddenly getting filled with a hot liquid that increased his pleasure even more. Harry silently keened as Kreacher continued to thrust into the pleasure spot, and in a desperate bid for both more and to get him off that spot, Harry pushed his ass back and took the cock in even deeper.
Kreacher grunted, then he grabbed Harry's hips and pulled back to continue to assault that spot. Harry began to squirm with pain, but the house elf's grip was relentless as was Malfoy's hold on his hair. Malfoy grinned as Harry got more desperate to get away or get more, then his mouth that was open with pleasured pain was gripped in a way to keep his jaw open.
"If you bite, I'm going to have Kreacher fuck you like this for the rest of the night," Malfoy growled. "Suck!"
Harry sealed his lips around the cock in his mouth and noisily began to suck like his life depended on it. It was a good distraction from the mounting pleasure/pain he was experiencing, and he would honestly do anything to make what Kreacher was doing stop. It just felt far too good. Then his mouth was getting flooded with salty come, and since he couldn't jerk back or away with the grip on his hips and his face, he was forced to swallow all of it before he choked.
"Good," Malfoy groaned. "Gentle your mouth, stop sucking so hard."
Harry followed Malfoy's instructions since his fuzzy brain had nothing to tell him to not do it. More warmth was suddenly dumped into his intestines, and that was enough to make Harry blank completely out as he came as well.
"Give him his voice back and pull out," Harry distantly heard Malfoy say. "How do you feel, Potter?"
The softening cock in his mouth pulled out at the same time as the one in his ass did, and Harry collapsed though his head remained up because Malfoy was still gripping it. "Good," Harry slurred.
"Start a massage," Malfoy ordered, and Kreacher's hands were immediately on his lower back to rub it in the best way. Harry melted into a puddle of goo and he moaned. "You will call me Master and I will call you pet. What do you say when someone makes you feel good, pet?"
"Thank you, Master," Harry moaned.
"Suckle on my cock, pet," Malfoy - no, master - said as he pressed it against Harry's lips, and Harry obediently opened his mouth and sucked in in. "Too hard. Gentle your mouth. You are more holding it - yes, just like that pet. How long will the effects last, Kreacher?"
"Kreacher gave the slave two doses," Kreacher said. "It will last for the rest of the night."
"Soon as I am hard, you will fuck his mouth while I take his ass," Master ordered. "Swallowing will also affect him, right?"
"Yes, master," Kreacher replied, his tone deferential. "I can feed him enough to last all day until it has to be done again tomorrow night."
"Good, do that," Master said. "I want to keep him like this until he learns on his own to stay like this. Trade places and start feeding him now, I'll use some of those spells I looked up while I wait to get hard."
Harry whined when the cock in his mouth slipped out, a line of drool connecting him to it until Master stood up. As soon as his head was let go, Harry let it fall to the floor from exhaustion, and he didn't pay attention to other words that were exchanged. His whole body felt hot and sensitive so every touch against his skin made him tremble, and he focused on the fingers trailing against the skin on his back then moaned when something cold and hard breached his ass.
"Pay attention, pet," Master said, and Harry nodded to show that he was paying attention. "Since you are being a good boy right now, I'm going to transfigure your prostate into a ring shape around your channel. Every thrust will bring you pleasure. Any time you are bad, though, I will shrink your prostate until it is just about nothing. Then, when you are fucked, it will hurt."
Harry shuddered as he felt something inside him shift, and he was so sensitive that he started to come again with twitches of his hips and moans.
"Merlin, you really were a virgin if you've coming just from this," Master snickered. "Go ahead, Kreacher. Pet, you will let your throat get fucked. Learn how to breathe through your nose and don't forget to suck and swallow."
Harry's head was lifted more gently by magic, and when a pointy green cock was pressed against his lips, Harry obediently opened up. The taste of house elf cock was sweet and tangy, and when pre dripped out on his tongue Harry felt warmth blossom over that spot. He moaned as he sealed his lips around it to suckle, and every swallow was like wine with the way it warmed up his throat and then his belly.
"Get up on your knees and take more of his cock, pet," Master said. "You will not lay here like a dead fish and expect us to do the work. Start moving and pleasure us both."
Harry moaned an agreement as he forced himself up onto trembling hands and knees, and Kreacher buried his fingers in his hair. Harry began bobbing his head while he sucked for more of the diving liquid, and Kreacher helped guide his movements. He slowly started taking the house elf cock deeper into his mouth until it hit the back of his throat, and he knew he should gag. However he was far too relaxed to do that, and he didn't want to spit out any of the precome, so he took a deep breath and then lunged forward to bury the elf's cock down his throat.
Master laughed and spanked his butt. "Desperate little house elf whore," Master said. "That's right, now keep still while I test out your arse. You should have absorbed all the come by now - it goes quick - so I'll be safe."
A blunt head pressed against Harry's hole, and Harry would have moaned as the emptiness in him was filled up once again. His passage was so sensitive that it sent him straight into another orgasm, however nothing came out of his cock. Nothing could come out of his cock. His balls were pulsating hard, but since there was nothing to shoot out, it was a painful kind of pleasure.
That was all Harry could pay attention to, that and how the world was spinning for some reason. The only thing keeping him anchored was the cock in his throat, especially when master began to pound into him hard enough to force it even deeper. Harry was drowning in painful pleasure, and it teetered back and forth for which side it would fall on. Then the cock slid out of his throat, he was able to suck air in through his stuffed up nose, and pleasure won the seesaw competition.
This time the orgasm felt internal. Harry moaned through his nose for a moment, then slurped on the cock and moaned around it while he sucked in the sweet oxygen. Master said something, but the ringing in his ears was too loud for him to pay attention. Then the hands on his head shoved him down and he thrashed as he was forced to take the cock down his throat.
A smack on his arse made Harry stop his reflexive struggling and he began swallowing around the cock to welcome it inside. The pounding in his arse meant that he didn't have to bob his head, but it didn't matter either way since Kreacher gripped his head to hold it still and started thrusting as well. Harry wiggled and jerked as liquid gushed down into his belly making the heat in there blossom into a gentle fire like he had just been force fed a shot of fire whiskey, and it was only after he started getting light headed again when it pulled out and he noisily gasped for air.
"Fuck yeah, little slut," Master was moaning as his hips began to stutter. "Take it! Take it!"
Harry's arse began to fill up with come, and Harry panted out a broken moan at the feeling. Merlin, he felt so good now. He never wanted the night to end.
Master collapsed over Harry's back and Harry trembled to hold up the weight. "Kreacher, feed him again," Master ordered. "Merlin his ass feels so good when you choke him with it. Make sure he doesn't pass out."
In the end, it only took two weeks of nightly fucking to break Harry in to the point that he would happily get on his knees or roll onto his back to be used. Sometimes 'play dates' would be arranged between him and Ron, and it was only those times that he was allowed to use his cock to fuck another. The Lestranges were sadistic enough to have removed Ron's prostate altogether so he wouldn't enjoy anal, however Harry was too far gone to listen to the pleas of his old best friend as he fucked him while he was getting fucked by one of the Lestranges or his Master. Only after they were all done was Ron allowed to fuck Harry, and for some reason Harry couldn't comprehend, Ron had to be forced into it while crying until one day Ron, too, broke and started to obediently fuck Harry any time he was told to do so.
Two years into his new role, Hermione was presented to Harry. However he didn't recognize her at all. His mind was filled with his master's wants and needs, and when his master told him to breed her, he fell on top of her and fucked her over and over until she was confirmed pregnant and taken away once again.