I'm A Slave For You-Chp27

I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU

Lucius sighed as he came back home from work in the Ministry. It was the usual tedious missions that he had to tirelessly go through almost everyday, including the piles of paperwork, and the increase in it during his son's school semester break was not exactly helping him very much. And then there was the Hogwarts errand he had been assigned to do any chance Cornelius Fudge got. He would've been glad to do it if it weren't for the fact that the old geezer Albus Dumbledore was always hovering about the little sex slave Harry or butting in and appearing almost too coincidentally whenever he wanted to find the boy to release the stress that was hanging around the testosterones between his legs. Even when he was able to shake the old man and continue his search, he couldn't locate him anywhere and the boy had stopped being the obedient little slave and meet up at their usual rendezvous spot at the haunted bathroom.

That and also because the slave that he bought from Sirius Black was a little too easy to break. According to Sirius, the slave he had sold to him was a Mudblood, born in an Asian country where daughters are not exactly the most desired family member in the household. She was sold to the business when she was barely Harry's age and had been servicing many masters throughout her 18 years employment in the business. She had a habit of resisting at first, but eventually within one week she was already broken, allowing the masters to do her in any form of fetish they pleased. Lucius had a suspicion that the slave might probably be a nymphomaniac and might actually enjoy the sex, which was not much of a challenge for him. He liked the idea of breaking slaves nice and slow, seeing them begging and crying as they were taken against their will, trying to fight him as much as they could. The slave he had right now was nowhere near that challenging excitement level. He considered giving her back to Sirius and getting his money back.

Walking to the kitchen to get himself something strong to drink, he just so happen to run into his ex-slave Remus making the daily tea for his son. He grinned as he stared the younger man's ass, the latter totally oblivious to his presence. Not being able to be with Harry left him with a fleet of wanting, and the new slave he had was not up to his standards anyway, and now seeing Remus' delectable body as he went about his business made him miss the good old days when he and the younger man went through every lustful night satisfying every aspect of 'bodily exploration' (as Lucius called it) he and his wife could muster up. It was too bad that he gave Remus to Draco. It mattered not, really. As long he had him in sight and the public property factor served to his advantage, he could care less if he belonged to any of his hired help. He walked in slowly, putting his arms around Remus' waist.

"Hello there, cub," Lucius whispered huskily at Remus' ear, rubbing his finger around the younger man's navel, making him jump at his touch and spin round to stare at him in suppressed horror at the sight of him. Oh, how he missed the look of fear on his face. He looked just like the first time he bought him.

"Um, uh, good afternoon, master," Remus greeted back as he sped up his tea-making, wanting to be anywhere but near his ex-Master right now.

"Draco can wait. He is studying very hard at the moment," Lucius put his hand on Remus', stopping him from his duties. He ran his finger along Remus' lips, trying to part them. "Open up for me, Remus dear."

"Master…I…I can't…I belong to Young Master now…" Remus tried to pry his way out of Lucius' hold in vain.

"Your point? I am still your master. Or have you forgotten that you are public property to do as I please? Now open up."

Remus steeled himself, bracing for the worse. There was no way he would break his vow and betray his beloved. He shook his head to push Lucius' hand away.

"No. Young Master owns me, not you."

Lucius frowned. He had always found it kinky for Remus to resist him before during their sex games, but in this situation he was downright disobeying him. He turned him around forcefully and slapped him across the face, making the poor half-werewolf fly and hit against the wall.

"I could sell you like that." Lucius snapped his fingers to emphasize his point. "Do you think your 'Young Master' wants to see you go, leaving him sad and all alone?"

Holding his throbbing cheek, Remus breathed hard as he forced himself to get up and stand against him, "You…You can't…make me do what I don't want…"

"You think you are so much better than me, just because someone says they love you? You are no better than dirty," Lucius snarled, his lips curling into a wicked smile as he watched Remus' eyes widened in shock at Lucius' statement. "Oh, don't pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about. I am the man of the house. I know everything that goes on under my roof. I've seen the way you and my son exchanged glances and hanging around the house behaving like some Hogwarts schoolchildren on a teenage love affair. Indulging such superficial emotions make me sick, and I'll be damned if I allow my one and only heir to associate his pure-blood lineage with the likes of you!"

So saying, he cast a locking spell both the front and back door of the kitchen and pushed Remus down in his knees. Remus winced as his knees rammed hard on the kitchen floor, chafing them and making them bleed.

"No…Please, Master…Stop…"

"Now be a good whore and make me wet for that tight ass of yours," Lucius grinned, enjoying the begging look on Remus.

Remus pursed his lips together and shut his eyes tight, not wanting to cooperate.

"Now, pet," Lucius pulled at Remus' hair. "Or I will use the spell. I know how you don't like me using spells on you, and that spell would definitely give you a terrible hangover. You wouldn't want Draco to know about our little date, would you? I would much rather you do it on your own."

Remus, fearing Draco's possible rejection if he were to know about this, finally complied. His mind was screaming desperate apologies to Draco as he leaned forward to unzip Lucius' pants and took him out. His man meat was just as disgusting big and fat as he remembered during his years of servicing him. He soon started licking at the tip tentatively and reluctantly.

"Mmm, I have missed you, cub," Lucius sighed in relief at the familiar feeling of Remus' wet tongue as he ran his hand through the short hair.

Remus began to suck him and took all of him in straightaway, just like he knew Lucius liked it, but his heart was screaming in disgust. After a few moments of deep-throating, Lucius' hips began to move, literally fucking his mouth.

"Yeah…Feels so good, my dear Cubby," Lucius called him by his old sex name—a name that represented his werewolf—when they were still together.

Remus didn't like the way Luc was fucking his mouth and attempted to escape again, only to be pulled against the blonde, cutting off his air.

"We're not done yet, Cubby."

Remus almost choked at Lucius' sudden move as he could feel the former's dick hitting deeper into his throat, forcing his gag reflex to react. He tried to struggle to get the offending organ out of his mouth but Lucius held firm to his head.

"Stop struggling and I will let you go."

Remus stopped struggling reluctantly and let Lucius fuck his mouth, grips Lucius' side of the pants tightly until his nails dug through and stung his palms to remind himself that he wasn't doing this willingly. Lucius pulled out a moment later, ordering Remus to stand and turn around to lean against the table. Remus gasped for breath, relieved to finally have the uncomfortable feeling of Lucius' cock in his mouth out as he did as he was told, pushing the tea he was supposed to finish making aside to make way for his leaning body. Pulling down his pants and taking off Remus', Lucius pushed his slightly saliva-lubricated cock into him, forcing himself all the way in with one thrust. Remus let out a strangled yell, forgetting how Lucius had always liked it hard and rough. He gripped the table for support, forcing himself not to keel forward as Lucius banged him relentlessly.

"It feels so good to be inside you again, Cubby," Lucius licked the shell of his ears as he moved harder and deeper. "Now let's not make any noise. We don't want my innocent boy coming in and barging on us now, do we?"

So saying, he stuffed two fingers into Remus' mouth to gag him as he kept on going, looking for the spot where it made his little sex slave scream and cry and hitting it as hard as he could. Remus let out one muffled scream after another as Lucius pounded him. He wanted to bite off those fingers in his mouth but the pain in his ass was distracting him, even more so when Lucius finally found his sweet spot and made him see stars. Besides, as much as he wanted those fingers chomped off, he couldn't do it without earning a sound beating and be sent off back into the business and away from his beloved Draco, and even though Lucius was an evil son of a bitch, he was still Draco's father, and Draco wouldn't want a werewolf for a father if Remus acted according to his primal instincts. He probably might end up in worse consequences than being sent back into the business, with a possible 'put to sleep' action involved.

Lucius whispered filthy words into Remus' ear about how he missed him or asking if Remus missed him, hitting his sweet spot again and again and enjoying the sound of Remus' muffled screams as he made the poor half-werewolf involuntarily see stars and his cock throbbing, leaking with pre-cum. As he neared his peak, he stopped his talking and started thrusting faster, assaulting the spot over and over again. Remus' muffled screams got louder as Lucius rammed him against the table, making it shake and creak under pressure and his cock ready to come. One more thrust and soon the blonde came hard inside Remus. Remus, feeling Lucius' seed filling him and his sweet spot unable to take anymore stimulation, came as well, though he felt disgusted that he actually came from Lucius doing him.

"Mmm…Wasn't that nice," Lucius panted slowly as he pulled out and cleaned himself off. He wore back his pants and patted Remus on the head. "Let's not tell my Dragon about this, OK? Unless you don't know what's good for you."

Remus waited until he left before slumping to the floor and sob silently, his heart begging for Draco to forgive him. After he recovered, he slowly cleaned himself and the floor of the mess and finished making the tea. He gathered himself and made himself looked as normal as possible, then left the kitchen with the tray of tea and entered his Young Master's room with a smile. Draco, on the other hand, had thrown his quill down. The letters were all looking the same in his tired-out eyes. He was wondering where was Remus when the said half-werewolf entered with his tea. Draco smiled; he needed tea really badly right now—probably just about anything to distract him from studying—and possibly a little something extra.

"Hey there, Drake. How's the studying going?" Remus asked.

"Badly. What took you so long?" Draco replied as he kneeled up from his spot on the floor. "Come here. I'm hungry."

"Sorry, Drake, took me a while to find the cake you love eating so much," Remus tried to fake it as he put the tray of tea and goodies in front of Draco. "Dig in."

"Not for that," Draco pouted and leaned up, undoing Remus' pants. "I want some 'milk' with my tea."
Remus, in that split second, instinctively grabbed Draco's wrists out of fear, the incident that happened in the kitchen still fresh in his mind. It was only he realized that his grip on Draco's wrist was almost bruising his beloved that he let go apologetically.

"Sorry, Drake. Maybe…Maybe not now. I'm…not really in a mood right now…"

"But…" Draco looked up at him, feeling dejected at being denied what he craved for so long since the semester break, "We have not been together in a long time."

"I know but…I just don't feel up to it today…"

He could tell Draco looked needy, and understood that the young boy needed something to ease down the long awaiting hormones, but with the incident still lingering in his head, he couldn't bring himself to 'rise to the occasion'. Finally, seeing that he wasn't getting any at this moment, the boy sighed.

"OK then, no pressure," Draco muttered as he sat back down.

"I'm really sorry, Drake. Maybe next time, OK?" Remus tried to lighten the mood by taking Draco's favourite cake and passed it to him. "I managed to find the cake you liked so much though."

Draco took it from him, taking a bite. As he ate quietly, a million questions came through his mind: What had he done? Had he been too aggressive? Remus already wanked today? Had he acted like his father? That last thought put a shiver down his spine. While he ate, Remus helped to pick up Draco's dropped parchment everywhere on the floor, still thinking guiltily about what happened in the kitchen. His chafed knees rubbing painfully against his long pants, but he was glad that he was wearing them so that it would cover the evidence of the incident.

"Remy have you…" he blushed, looking at the older man's cock. "Have you been fingered, uh, there?"

Remus stared at his spent cock and blushed a little, saying, "No. It hasn't been touched."

"Oh," Draco replied briefly as he ate a little more, not exactly tasting it. "I don't mean to be bossy or needy, I just…want you."

"It's alright. I know you're a little…excited since it's been a while since we last 'got together' but…" Remus hesitated a little before continuing, "I'm just tired over chores today. Not really in a mood at the moment."

Draco wanted to argue. He wanted to exert his authority as a Young Master to order Remus to fuck him, but then he would really behave like his father. He turned away, continuing to eat. Remus sighed inwardly, his heart clenched in guilt to see his beloved like this, hanging over there without being able to pleasure him.

"I…I'm sorry, love…"

"Do you still love me?"

"Of course I love you. I will always love you. I love you more than anything."

Draco drank his tea, hoping that Remus meant what he said. Finally he decided to change the subject to lighten the mood, "I am so tired of studying. This O.W.L. exam is killing me. But I don't want Father to cane me again. How I wish this stupid exam thing doesn't exist."

"He won't cane you. I'm sure you'll do fine in the exam. And even if he does, I'll make sure I'll break his bones."

"Don't say that. You will get punished. I don't want you hurt. Why, if Father ever hurt you I will hurt him instead."

Remus smiled and thought to himself, thinking, Funny you should say that now…

"Can I at least get a kiss?"

"Yes, my Young Master," Remus replied, leaning over on all fours to kiss Draco's lips. Draco took his face in his hands, kissing his slowly and thoroughly, hoping that his actions would make Remus give in to the primal urges he desperately want from him. Unfortunately, Remus returned his kiss, but his body still remained on all fours. Draco leaned back, looking sad because he still was not getting what he wanted, but he didn't want to force him into it. The last thing he wanted was to let himself become like his father.

"I love you very much, Remus. You know that, right?"

"Yes, I do, Drake. I love you too. I love you more than life itself."

Draco hugged him, resting his face softly on Remus' beating chest. No matter how many times he hear him say it, he would never get tired of it.