I'm A Slave For You-Chp2

I’M A SLAVE FOR YOU

 Draco Malfoy sat on his knees on the couch looking back outside the window where it was raining. He had school work he had to do, but he was tired of all that. All he wanted was to go out and play on this beautiful Sunday afternoon but of all days, it had to rain on this day. Draco sighed and sulked at his unfortunate plight.

Soon, Remus Lupin came into the room with a tray of snacks and tea. Clad in his almost worn one-piece T-shirt dress of sorts, Remus was one of the many sex slaves who was part of the auction party a few years back sold and bought over by Lucius Malfoy. He had diligently did his duty as a sex slave, carrying out every sexual whim and fancy of his master—and mistress if she felt like joining in—and became a personal bodyguard, nanny and servant for Draco. He had been serving his purpose in the Malfoy manor for almost 3 years now and personally he rather enjoyed the relief of doing menial duties than to serve the master’s insatiable sexual appetite almost every night.

“Here’s your tea, Young Master,” Remus said as he placed the tray of snacks and tea on the table in front of the couch.

“Remus, will you sit with me?” Draco asked, turning around to face his personal slave.

Remus was surprised at that question but knew better than to question it. “Um, yeah, sure, Young Master,” he replied as he sat with him.

“Why does it have to rain on a day I don’t have work?” the young boy sighed.

“It's fate of the weather, Young Master. You can’t change it even if you want it to.”

“I want to get out of this house," he announced as he looked back again, the rain still coming down in torrents.

“Why?” Remus was surprised again. His Young Master never behaved that way. During his years of serving him, he had always known him to be a spoilt but cold brat who wouldn’t take ‘No’ for an answer and always had that icy stare that looked down at you as if you were just a cockroach to him. Today he looked almost…sincere and child-like.

“It is stuffy. I want fresh air. The only time I get out is when I have riding lessons. Then the air smells like horse and…you know.”

“But you’ll catch your death out there, Young Master,” Remus chuckled. “You know your mother doesn’t like you having the sniffles.”

“But you will be with me,” Draco replied as he grabbed Remus’ hand, pulling at him. “Come on.”

Remus smiled and shook his head in defeat, sighing as he allowed himself to be led. “What am I to do with you, Young Master?”

“Obey me, of course.”

So saying, Draco went out to the backyard where the stables were and into the rain, twirling around as the rain that had slowed down to a drizzle soaked him from head to toe. Remus stood under the shelter, watching his antics.

“Remus, come here,” he giggled as he gestured his personal slave to come to him. Remus chuckled and did so, feeling the pitter-patter of the rain on him. Draco leaned forward and asked, “Doesn’t it feel good?”

“A little wet, but definitely cooling,” Remus admitted.

Glad that he managed to get his personal slave as wet as he was, Draco ran over and jumped in a puddle, sending the muddy water splashing all over his new grey pants and all over Remus’ T-shirt dress. Remus was horrified to see his Young Master’s pants caked with mud and immediately tries to salvage what’s left decent of it.

“Young Master, your pants! It’s all dirty!”

“They can be washed. Don't be like my mother.”

“But Mistress will have my head for this. I’m supposed to look out for you.”

“You are. What do you think you’re doing right now?” Draco sighed a little at Remus’ restlessness before tipping his head back to taste the rain. Remus blushed a little at the sight of Draco sticking his tongue out a little like that to taste the rain. It felt almost odd, and a little…enticing to see this absolutely different side of Draco Malfoy he had never seen before in his life. He half-wished that the old cold, icy stoic Young Master was back because he was feeling out of sorts seeing this new one, what with his stomach doing a major flip-flop worse than having imaginary butterflies flapping and tickling his insides and his lower half slowly reacting.

Draco looked at him. “Are you just going to stand there?”

“Um, well, I…” Remus fidgeted about slightly, not sure what to do.

“Don’t look like a stick,” Draco giggled and ran up to him, taking his hands and pulling him closer to him. Remus was caught unaware at Draco’s sudden advances and fell forward, thei faces barely touching each other. He could’ve sworn his face has just gotten a few degrees hotter at the sight of Draco’s pale smooth skin and shining silver-grey eyes.

“Y…Young Master…”

“Did you know you are handsome?” Draco asked huskily, licking his wet lips. Remus definitely knew where this was heading.

“Young Master, we can’t…”

“Why not?”

“Well, I’m a slave, and you’re my Master…It’s wrong…”

“But you are a sex slave. There’s nothing wrong about what we’re going to do.”

Remus’ breath almost hitched as he remembered who he truly was. He sighed in defeat. So this is what Young Master thought of me all along. I knew it’s too good to be true…

“Yes, that’s what I’m trained to do after all.”

Draco smiled and pulled him into the stable where it was dry and they were alone. Slowly he leaned up and pressed his lips to Remus, in which the older man kissed back as tenderly as possible, threading his fingers through his silky silver blonde hair. He didn’t think Draco’s tiny lips would feel so rosy and soft and taste so good. He had wanted those pair of lips since the first day he served his Young Master, and in a way, he was getting what he wished for. He could tell that his Young Master was inexperienced in this as he heard him moan slightly in the kiss but didn’t know how to put his lips. His tongue was not even moving the right way. Remus slowly guided his lips to right path and did a slow dance with Draco’s tongue, letting him get used to the feeling and making him go steadily in synch with his. As they continued their French kissing, Remus quietly reached over to remove Draco’s clothes one by one. The boy was too dazed to realize at first but when he felt Remus’ hand starting to remove his pants, he quickly pulled back, scared out of his wits.

“W…Wait! I…I’m not sure about this…”

“I thought this was what you wanted, what you wanted me to do,” Remus asked, slightly confused at Draco’s sudden unwillingness.

“Well…I…I just…”

“You don’t have to do this if you really don’t want to, Young Master.”

“I just…I just thought about kissing…I did,” Draco stammered as he put his hands over his body, feeling cold not only because of the rain, but also of fear. “I never meant to…I’m not…”

Remus looked at him for a while. He never wanted to have sex with him? He just wanted to kiss him? Whatever he planned to do, it was nothing to do with having he, the sex slave, ravish the young boy’s perfectly formed body? Judging by the scared look in his eyes and his trembling body, Remus realized that he was the one getting ahead of himself after all.

He’s just a child, Remus thought guiltily as he wrapped his arms around Draco, trying to warm him up. He’s still a virgin. What have I almost done?

“But…I…I can’t help being curious…” Draco whispered softly in an embarrassed voice. “I want to know what is it that makes you who you are, yet…at the same time I’m afraid to find it out by myself…”

You have no idea what I truly desire to do to you, Remus whispered inwardly in the privacy of his own mind. But I won’t corrupt you. I won’t taint this beautiful soul of yours, but if you wish to know…

“If you truly wish to find out what makes me who I am,” Remus voiced out as he looked gently into Draco’s silver orbs, “Let me teach you then something they first taught me in this business.”

“What is it?”

As reply, Remus carried Draco to a nearby table where they keep the tools for horse shoes, brushed them all away and put Draco on top, saying, “This. The basics of all basics,” as he removed Draco’s pants to reveal his young manhood. Draco gasped as he felt the cold air whipped against his bare lower half.

“Are you going to do what I think you are?”

Remus smiled and nodded, “Relax, Young Master, I’ll make you feel good.”

So saying, he took Draco’s length in his hand and made a soft stroking motion, making the boy gasped again in a different sort of tone and gripped his wet sleeve. The older man then lowered himself until he was kneeling right in front of Draco’s cock and started kissing and licking the tip of the sensitive shaft that was already beginning to leak of pre-cum.

“Gods, Remus,” Draco whined as he gripped the older man’s head, seemingly hyperventilating over the overload of senses. Remus took that as a cue to put the head of the cock into his mouth first and applied suction to it, sucking and licking at the same time, while his hand continues to stroke the rest of it.

Draco, on the other hand, never felt anything like this. Something near his stomach was tightening and he felt like he was going to pee, but at the same time he knew it was not peeing he was about to do. The feeling of Remus’ wet lips and tongue and the movements of his hands as they did their double assault was too much. If Remus didn’t stop, he was going to explode.

“Stop, stop, please…!”

“Something wrong, Young Master?” Remus asked in a muffled voice, the cock still in his mouth as he stopped whatever he was doing, the vibration from his voice making Draco tremble.

“It’s too much…I think…I think I’m going to come or something…”

“It’s OK, Young Master. Don’t hold back. It’ll make you feel good.”

Remus soon removed his hand and took Draco’s cock entirely into his mouth, deep-throating him. Draco hissed as he felt his mouth totally engulfed in this wet heat and couldn’t help thrusting his hips into it. As Remus continued to sucking and deep-throating, he reached a hand out to tease his balls. With his skillful fingers and mouth, Draco was soon driven to the edge and screamed Remus’ name as he came into the older man’s mouth. Holding onto the boy’s hips to keep him in place and prevent him from literally falling off the table, he swallowed every last drop like it was nectar from the gods. Never in his lifetime had he ever imagined that he could finally taste his Young Master’s juice; he wouldn’t want to waste it. Never mind his hard-on right now; he just wanted to suck his beloved Young Master dry.

“God, that was nice,” Draco panted and laid back on the table, his brain felt as if it has just melted into a big puddle of goo and sloshing around in his brain. Remus wiped his mouth and laid his forehead on Draco.

“Did it feel good, Young Master?”

“Yes,” Draco replied, sitting up but still shaking a little. “Did it feel good for you?”

“Yes. You taste exquisite, Young Master,” Remus replied, trying hard to ignore his own hard-on almost sticking out of his T-shirt dress. “Just like you.”

Apparently being dressed with only one clothing with nothing else underneath (courtesy of one of Lucius’ fetishes) was making Remus’ ‘excitement’ a bit too obvious for his Young Master as Draco eyed the bulge with interest, biting his lip and asked, “Are you…do you want to me to do it to you too…?”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Remus chuckled nervously as he tried in vain to act normal about it.

“But…But I want to make you feel good too…”

“It’s alright, Young Master, I can manage. You, on the other hand, look exhausted.”

As if by cue, Draco felt as if his whole body was turning into jelly. It was his first time and he had to admit, he had come quite a load. His weak body fell forward into Remus’ arms, in which Remus held them out to hold him close to his chest. Trying to think of something irrelevant and disgusting in particular, Remus kept his ‘excitement’ at bay as he carried his Young Master to his room. After drying him and changing him off his wet and dirty clothes, he carried Draco and laid him on bed, pulling the quilt over him and let him drift in slumber into whatever Dreamland he may enter.

After making sure that he would be alright alone, Remus got off the bed and bent down to pick up the laundry he had to pass to the laundry servant downstairs to be washed. He knew he had to face that dirty look of the laundry servant, just as he had endured all other dirty looks from other servants, maids and butlers due to the fact that slaves have always been hierarchically lower than the hired help, but it was alright. He was used to it anyway. As long as he had a place to stay and food to eat—and his Young Master to serve—he was willing to endure everything thrown at him, come what may.

He stole a whiff of Draco’s laundry before he quickly made his way downstairs to see the laundry servant.