I'm A Slave For You-Chp5

I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU

Lucius Malfoy, the man of the Malfoy manor, was in his study, smoking his pipe while reading the Daily Prophet, occasionally sipping his tea. There were no pressing matters to attend to in the Ministry, so he got off work early to relax for the rest of the day. Besides, he had a guest to entertain at home today and he wanted to be there before he did.

Moments later, a knock was heard on the door. Lucius removed the pipe from his mouth and allowed the person to enter. It was no other than his son Draco Malfoy.

"Hello, Father," Draco said as he came in.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, son?" Lucius asked, curious as to why his son would see other than when he was summoned to.

"Well…" Draco hesitated for a moment before saying, "I have thought about what I want for my birthday."

"Really? And what may that be?"

Draco took a deep breath. He was almost 15, and he believed he was entitled for this. The moment of truth was now or never.

"I want Remus as my personal sex slave."

Lucius raised an eyebrow. His son wanting his favourite sex slave who gave him pleasurable sex every night and entertained his every whim and fancy? That would definitely not do.

"You're just a child. You can't have a sex slave yet."

"Why not? I will be 15 soon."

"You're still too young to be interested in sex. You should be interested in other things, like friends, for example," Lucius replied, trying to discourage his son with his authoritative voice. "Besides, Remus is my slave. He belongs to me. I bought him with my own money. I'm not just going to give him away just like that."

"I am not too young. I know what sex is and I have seen you fucking a few slaves," Draco said, clenching his fists to give him some strength. "I have friends that are my friends because we are supposed to, not because we want to."

Lucius slammed his newspaper down and glowered at his son. One thing he didn't like was insubordination, even more so when he was getting it from his own son.

"Don't you dare give me that tone, young man. I am your father and as long as you live in this house, you will respect me, understand?"

"Sorry, Father," Draco replied, lowering his head.

"What is this interest with you to Remus anyway?"

"I just like him...I like his ass, it looks...nice," Draco made up an excuse. He didn't want to tell his father that in truth, he had fallen in love with Remus and wanted Remus inside him as soon as possible and have him all to his own.

Lucius considered for a moment. It's true that his son was old enough to begin appreciating—or even be remotely curious—about sex, and he had to admit, he had gotten slightly bored with his sex slave, even though he did entertain him well. Narcissa was occasionally complaining that Remus was a little too easy to break and she needed someone more resistant to increase the excitement, and he had to agree with his wife that Remus was beginning to play along with their nightly games a little too quickly, just like their previous sex slaves. It was time to get another younger slave anyway; Remus was getting on in the age department. And technically he wouldn't be exactly leaving them. He would be within sight and he could ravish him anytime he wants, and he was sure Draco would not interfere or argue with him. After all, no matter who bought the slave, the slave would always be public property and be played around as they see fit. With an inexperienced boy like his son, he's sure Remus would be searching for other ways to match up his tastes and would probably come crawling back to them. But that doesn't mean he would let him off for free. His son needed to learn the value of business after all…

"Very well," Lucius agreed. "You can have him for your birthday, but on one condition."

"Yes?" Draco looked up, casting a wary eye at his father.

"I can see that you haven't been…'broken into' yet, and since my favourite sex slave is going to be the one to make you a man, I want to watch. You will, after all the guests have returned home, take Remus to our room and let me and your mother watch while he makes a man out of you. Do you agree to these terms?"

"Y…Yes, Father," Draco silently gulped and nodded, hiding his freaking out face behind a calm, stoic façade.

"Good," Lucius smirked and took Draco's chin, leaning towards him until their noses touched and said in a seductive husky tone, "I look forward to your birthday soon," then pulled his face back and spoke casually, "You may leave. I'm expecting your godfather today."

He then let go and went back to reading his papers as if this conversation had never took place. Draco excused himself and walked out of the study. As soon as he was out, his whole body shook like a leaf and nearly ran to his room, ignoring his godfather who came at the opposite direction and slammed the door closed before burying his head in his pillow, crying his eyes out. He should've known his father would never give away a freebie. He knew he would try to squeeze out any bargain he could get his hands on. That was his father. Always has been, always will be.

Severus, on the other hand, was surprised that Draco just ran past him without greeting him. Judging from the direction he came from, he could tell that his godson must've had another failed attempt to outsmart his father. Nothing too strange about that. It was best that he didn't mention it. He went up to the study and knocked the door.

"Come in," Lucius' voice rang from the other side. Severus opened the door and entered.

"Hello, Lucius," Severus greeted him and sat in front of his desk.

"Ah, my favourite member of the family," Lucius said as he poured a cup of tea for Severus. "Glad you could join me for tea."

"And how are you, Lucius? You do not usually call me till the weekend."

"Well, to be honest," Lucius said as he took a sip of tea. "I'm just a little curious about your slave. I haven't heard from you since you bought him. How did it go with him?"

"He likes wine and loves sex when he is intoxicated, apparently," Severus sighed. "But I feel guilty. He is just a child."

"I know," Lucius smirked smugly. "About 12 years and 3 months old to be exact."

"A child," Severus glared at him. "How about you try fucking your son? Wait, never mind, wrong question. You just might."

"Are you not curious as to wonder how I know about him?"

"That is my next question. How do you know?"

Lucius grinned and accio-ed a bunch of paperwork that was stashed in a file drawer across the room and dropped it on the desk in front of Severus, "Bought this for 15 Galleons from the slaver who keeps records of their slaves. Turns out his parents were school celebrities back in the days and had been doing a lot of good services to the community when they were alive. You might know them. They were known as James Potter and Lily Evans, our Hogwarts Homecoming King and Queen as the Muggles would put them. A man they assisted the Aurors to arrest named Tom Marvolo Riddle escaped Azkaban and assassinated them. It's all in there."

"I see," Severus noted as he took the papers, remembering vaguely about a Gryffindor boy who had blue eyes behind thin-framed glasses and always holding a Snitch and had really messy hair and a Gryffindor girl who had green eyes, red hair and always seen either with a book or with the boy or both. "So his uncle and aunt Mr. and Mrs. Dudley sold him."

"Yes. Apparently after taking the boy in, they didn't bother to send him to school and treated him like a servant, doing the housework and picking up after them. Never taught him to read or write and was not allowed to speak either, so his speech ability is lacking in that area. If I'm not mistaken, they actually whacked his throat or hit the back of his neck whenever he tried to voice out his mind, so that internal wound must've worsened his speech impediment. When his uncle went bankrupt and was left with only the clothes on their backs, they sold him with he was 11 years old to a slave hunter for a measly 14,000 Sickles. Rather cheap, don't you think?"

"Another question. Why did you look it up?"

"Why? I just thought you wanted to know, is all. I always do background checks on my slaves, just in case they've contracted any disease or whatnot, or to blackmail with if they disobey me, especially if they came from a dark past. Thought I'd do the same for my favourite family member. So does he really not know how to talk?"

"He can say 'Nummy', which I think is 'Yummy' and the word 'Fuck'."

Lucius snorted upon hearing that, almost choking in his tea.

"You should do that more," he said with a small grin, sipping his tea.

"I suppose he learnt that word from one of his clients. He has only been in the business for a year, in which he had serviced almost 5 men in that year."

"And now I make number 6. I am not going to do it again to him. He should be treated like a human being, not an animal," Severus said grimly, even though his whole body craved it.

"You say it, but I know you will give in again. It's like that with sex slaves. Until you're really, truly tired of them, you'll ravish them again and again. You're known to be a little weak in the temptation department when you're younger, Severus, especially with the juniors in school…"

"Thank you, 'Mother'," Severus groaned, interrupting Lucius. "That is not what I wanted to hear."

Lucius chuckled, "It's just so fun to tease you every now and then, puts a bit of emotion on that porcelain face of yours."

"Sure," Severus raised an annoyed eyebrow before taking another sip of tea. "So how many are coming to Draco's party this year?"

"Almost the entire Ministry of Magic will be here, including Crabbe and Goyle and his kids. Of course, you're invited. Bring the little slave along. Everyone's bringing theirs."

"As long as he is not touched. If the same thing happens like last time with the 'adult's party', I will strangle you."

"Wasn't my fault Black decided to bottoms up on the vodka and have a strip tease in the middle of the room."

"I will not let him take my pet. Harry is mine and mine alone."

"Possessive, aren't we?" Lucius grinned, giving him a mischievous look. "Humph. You'll get tired of him soon enough, just like I did with my other slaves."

"Lucius, the last sex slave I had, I had him for over 16 years."

"And that's a record, considering the rest only lasted for no more than a year, and that was before the Ministry adopted the Muggle human labour rights rule—making slavery partially illegal—and before those poor little creatures were driven to extinction," Lucius sighed. "Still thinking about the last slave?"

"He never loved me. I had to let him free." Severus sighed. He hadn't seen him in about three years now and it hurt him occasionally to think about him. "Unlike you, Lucius, I want my slave to love me."

"How could a slave love their master?" Lucius said in disgust. "It's so ungodly wrong. Love is such a superficial thing, more so when it's between a slave and a master. I don't know what your obsession is over this."

"I know you don't, Lucius. You are too shallow to figure it out. I want one person to spend the rest of my life with. Not a string of mindless slaves only wanting to please me because I am their master."

"Have it your way," Lucius sighed, tired of arguing with his god-brother of the same issue over and over again. He had always been the most stubborn git among them. "You've always been the eccentric in the family anyway. Just remember to bring your slave to the party. It'll do the kid good to know slaves other than himself and you."

"Yes, you are true on that," Severus agreed as he drained his tea. He took the bunch of paperwork with him and said, "I must be going. I don't want to leave him alone too long."

"Very well then," Lucius replied as he got up. "I'll see you to the door."

Lucius accompanied Severus to the front door in comfortable silence. When he opened the door for Severus to leave, he remembered something.

"Oh, Severus."

"Yes?" Severus turned back to face his god-brother.

"Another thing you should know. That slave you have. He's been given a concealment spell to retain his quality and get a higher price off him, but if you remove it, you will see the scar on his forehead that was caused by that Riddle convict when he tried to kill him. Nearly did, his broken skull almost made him bleed to death, but he survived. I'm sure you can undo a simple concealment spell, don't you?"

"I was better at Charms than you, remember?" Severus smiled smugly and walked off, leaving Lucius to huff in defeat and walk back into the house.

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"Harry?"

Once he was home, the first thing he did was call his pet. It was almost nightfall when he came home, but a little earlier than the usual time Harry had to wait for him in the front door, so he resorted to looking for his little slave.

After a moment of searching, he found Harry at the rose garden at the backyard, picking petals off the blood red roses. Severus smiled and went to him.

"Hello, Harry."

Harry turned to see and smiled, "Mah!" Apparently, he was trying to say 'Master' but could only go as far as that.

"Having fun?" he asked, coming out and sitting on a chair outside.

Harry responded by picking up the bundle of petals he plucked out of other roses and threw them upwards, making fall on him like confetti and giggled.

"No, Harry, don't pick the petals off," Severus sighed, a mental image of the head gardener going ballistic over the totaled garden. "There will be no more flowers."

"Oh," Harry replied, giving him an 'I'm sorry' pout.

"Come here, pet," Severus smiled and gestured him to come near him, in which the boy did shyly.

"Mah?"

"Do you remember last night?"

Harry thought hard for a while, then shook his head.

Severus frowned, "Do you remember anything after dinner?"

Harry thought again, then remembered the wine he was given and smiled, "Nummy!"

"OK, after the yummy wine?"

The boy thought again, trying to recall the events after that, but couldn't get any and shook his head hard.

Severus sighed in relief. It's for the best, I suppose, he thought before voicing out, "Alright. Are you hungry? It is almost dinner, but you need a bath hanging out in the garden all day."

Harry smiled and followed behind his Master as he was led to the bathroom. There, Severus turned on the water to make a lukewarm bath and told Harry to undress while he got the soap ready. Harry obeyed, taking off all his clothes and stood there waiting in all its naked wonder. As soon as the tub is full, he turned the taps off and gestured the boy to get in, in which he did so, looking up expectantly at his Master with his sparkling innocent jade-green eyes. Severus bit his lip, trying very hard not to look at Harry's enticing body as his own body began to spring to life with lust.

"Wash up nicely. I will be in the other room," he said as he quickly made his way to get out of the bathroom, entering his own room and breathed deep to get control of his erection that was threatening to break out of its confines. Quickly, he sent for Colin to get the dinner ready before going back to his room to wait for his pet. Damn it, he cursed to himself. Why do you have to look so wonderful and seductive, pet? I don't want to take you against your will again.

Harry, still in the bathroom, was surprised at Severus' reaction, but didn't think much of it as he shrugged and started cleaning himself from head to toe; scrubbing off whatever dirt he caught during his day in the garden. He knew he wasn't supposed to be in the garden unless Neville required him because the head gardener particularly did not like him because of his petal-plucking fetish, but he was in a naughty mood today and since the head gardener had taken ill and left Neville in charge of the garden for the day, he managed to slip away and plucked at the rose petals all day long. He liked plucking roses the best. Even though the stems were thorny, the petals were big, red and beautifully soft, and he enjoyed the feel of it between his fingers as he plucked it off one by one. He knew he would get in trouble for this once the head gardener got better, but at the moment, he didn't really feel bothered by it.

Once he was done, he cleaned himself off the soap, then stepped out of the bathroom totally wet and naked, calling for his Master. Severus poked his head back in and sucked in a breath seeing Harry glistening wetly under the light of the bathroom.

"Wha…What is it, pet?" Severus stumbled in his words.

"Mah!" Harry twirled around, showing off his wet body, trying to tell him that he was done bathing.

"Yes, very nice. Uh, dry off and come out here," Severus sighed and pulled back. Lucius was right: he was never going to make it.

Harry looked for a towel, grabbed it and dried himself before wrapping himself with it and came to Severus.

"Mah?"

"Good, pet. Let's get you dressed before dinner," Severus said, looking for something for his pet to wear, not looking at him.

Harry felt something wrong about Severus and pulled at his sleeve tentatively, giving him a questioning look.

"It's nothing, Harry," Severus assured him as he gave him an underwear and a huge T-shirt with a tribal drawing on the front. It used to belong to the previous slave—who was a Muggle, by the way—that he had loved and cared for 16 long years, but since his love remained unrequited and he had disappeared from his life for good, he didn't see any harm giving it to Harry. Besides, the usual servant clothes Harry wore that he got from the hired help was a little…unbecoming on him.

Finally Severus could look at him as soon as he was dressed. It ran all the way past Harry's knees when he put it on because it was meant for adults, and he couldn't help feeling that Harry looked so cute in it. But he could tell from Harry's expression that the boy was still wondering about what he did wrong that made his Master behaved in such a way.

It is best if you don't know, pet. It is best if you had no idea what you had been through with a beast like me…

"Ready for dinner, Harry?"

Harry smiled and nodded. Severus then took Harry's hand and led him to the dining room to eat. Harry went pink as he felt Severus' hand on him, wondering why his Master was so out of sorts today and wondering why he was following him instead of rushing to the kitchen to prepare dinner for him, but quickly brushed it all away as he saw the food already prepared on the table.

"Nummy!" Harry grinned.

"Yes, but no wine tonight. It's all for me," Severus said as he sat down and tucked Harry onto his lap. Harry pouted when he heard his Master said that he wouldn't get any wine, but did not complain. His Master's words were law, after all.

It's for your own good, Severus thought as he started feeding the boy and himself. Harry ate whatever his Master spoon-fed without complain, but would occasionally look at the wine glass with longing whenever Severus took a sip from it. Severus' fingers itched to feed some for Harry, but he steeled his willpower not to. The boy's innocence was at stake here.

"Mah?" After a long silence, Harry looked up to his Master, seemingly wanting to say something.

"Yes, pet?"

Quite suddenly, Harry gave him his biggest smile, giving him a look that said 'Thank you so much, Master' before leaning his head against his shoulder, almost purring like a little kitten.

"Oh…" Severus got the idea, his heart overwhelmed with bliss. He smiled genuinely for the first time in so many years and ran his hand through Harry's hair, bringing him closer both heart and soul.

"I am glad you are here with me, pet."