The blond lord strode purposefully toward the stables and looked across the courtyard. Dammit! Where was his horse? That was the second time in two days that knave of a stable boy had failed to follow his orders. Without missing a stride he hit the stable door and shoved it open.

"Knave! Where are you?"

A scruffy dark-haired servant scurried out from behind a stall, a bridle in his hands. "Yes, milord?" He made a clumsy bow, which only served to infuriate the lord more.

"Where is my horse?"

The boy stared at him, perplexed for only a moment before fear replaced it. His face grew white. "Oh! I'm sorry, milord. I…I…forgot. I'll saddle him right away." The boy turned but cringed upon hearing his lord's voice.

"Never mind that. Get my riding crop."

The servant trembled and pivoted slowly. "Y-your riding crop? But…why would you need-?"

"Don't question me, boy. GET IT!"

Panting with fear, the boy shuffled through the straw to the wall where the leather whip hung on a rusty hook. With a trembling hand, he drew it from its place, and with head bowed, returned to his master. He held it out to him and the blond snatched it, making the boy wince.

The lord pulled the slick leather over his palm and smacked it once. "That is the second time in so many days that I requested my horse be saddled and waiting. And is it?"

"No, milord," said the stable boy in a whisper.

"What's that? I can't hear you."

"I said, 'no, milord.' But it slipped me mind. I have so much to do-"

The whip swished down against the lord's jodhpur-clad thigh. "Are you making excuses, boy?"

"Oh no, sir! It's just…just…"

The blond held the whip in one hand and caressed it with the other. "Do you recall what I said I would do if this should happen again?"

The boy swallowed audibly. He crushed his fingers together. "Aye, sir."

"What did I say?"

"You said you'd…you'd spank me good. On my…my bare arse. But please, sir. You don't have to do that. I'll remember next time. Honest I will!"

"Take down your trousers."

"Oh no! Please sir! I beg you sir!"

"Take them down or have them taken down."

The dark-haired boy's eyes darted, but there was no help in the lonely stable. There was only the whinny of a horse and the shuffling of iron-clad hoofs for company. Hands shaking, the boy went for the buttons on his patched trousers and slowly undid each one. He looked up once at the lord but the blond man did not look as if he would yield. Slowly, each button released and his trouser flap hung open. He stood that way without making a move to do anything for a moment.

"Right now the strokes stand at ten," said the lord. "Do you want me to double it?"

"No, milord."

"Then take them down. Now."

Tears clinging to his lashes, the boy slowly shoved his trousers to his knees.

"All the way, boy. And step out of them."

Looking at the ground, the boy obeyed. The lord pulled at his own trousers, now tented with arousal. His eyes roved over the timid boy. His white legs knocked together with fright under his grey under breeches.

"Well?" said the lord, tapping his whip against his thigh. "The rest."

The boy looked up with large, expressive green eyes, glossy from terror. "Please, milord. Please."

The lord stepped forward and with the crop, thrust it into the waist band of the breeches and dragged it off one creamy white hip. "Must I do it?"

"No, milord," he mumbled. He hooked his fingers at the waist and as slowly as he could bear, drew them down. The boy's pubic hair was dark and his cock was semi erect. A good thick cock, the lord noted, and touched it lovingly with the crop. The boy winced and tried not to draw away or hide himself with his now useless hands.

"You have a fine cock, boy," said the lord with an appreciative growl. As he spoke and touched it again with the leather crop, it grew and hardened until it stood up tall and red against the boy's belly. He saw the servant's face redden in embarrassment.

"So you like the idea of a spanking, do you boy?" said the lord softly.

The boy shook his head, trying to deny the obvious. The blond man laughed. "Punishment first. Play later. Bend over that saddle."

The boy looked fearfully at the saddle sitting on a nearby sawhorse. "Please, milord," he tried again, but the lord, having gotten rock hard from looking at his half-naked servant wasn't about to yield to this precious opportunity.

"Shall I double your punishment after all, disobedient boy?"

"No, no." The boy rushed to the saddle and touched it with his fingertips. After a deep breath, he laid his belly on the smooth saddle's leather, and bent over. His naked arse was positioned high in the air with his toes barely touching the ground. He grasped the sawhorse legs with his hands to steady himself.

The lord moved to stand behind him. "Spread your legs, boy."

He could see the stable boy's neck redden but he complied and slowly opened his legs.

"Wider."

He obeyed until the repeated orders of "wider" were finally sufficient. The blond knew the boy was fully embarrassed. There he lay, his arse bare and raised high, his pink bollocks exposed and dangling. He was completely helpless and at the man's mercy. And that was how he liked the boy to be.

He reached and grasped one white globe of the servant's arse. The boy gasped at the touch. The lord squeezed it. "Such soft, virgin flesh. After I have spanked you, boy, I shall take you. And then I shall make you touch yourself until you come. And you will be obedient in all of it, won't you, boy?"

"Aye, sir," came the trembling reply.

"Well then. We shall begin. Ten strokes I promised and ten it will be." He stood back a little and raised his whip.

"Draco, I don't know about this!" And Harry Potter stood up from his place over the sawhorse.

Draco Malfoy dropped the riding crop to his thigh. "Oh come on, Potter! We've just gotten to the good part."

He pointed to the whip in Draco's hand. "That looks like it's going to hurt."

"Well that's the point, isn't? Besides," he said staring at Harry's stiff erection, "you look as if it doesn't bother you all that much."

"When I finally agreed to this it seemed a little exciting. And it is. But I don't fancy a whipping. I really don't."

"I told you. I'd only spank you a little."

"I know, but…" He squirmed. But since he only had on a shirt, Draco was entranced by the sight of Harry's cock bobbing against the linen tunic. Harry's erection had diminished a little, but not much and Draco's was aching.

"Come on, Harry," he said soothingly. "You know how good this is going to be."

He squirmed again looking at the whip. "I don't know…"

"Look, how about I charm it so it can't do any real damage to you. You'll feel something but it won't hurt. All right?"

"Well…" He bit his lower lip, an altogether enticing bit of business as far as Draco was concerned. "If you're sure it won't hurt."

"I promise, Harry love. Why would I want to mar that perfect arse of yours?"

"Well…" Now his eyes rose to Draco's bulging trousers. "Okay."

"Now get back in character. I swear, the way you were pleading, I was ready to come right in my trousers."

Harry moved back to the sawhorse and gingerly placed himself over it again, spreading his legs obediently. Draco spelled the riding crop so that Harry would only feel a dull thud but the enticing sound of leather slapping flesh would remain.

"Are you ready, boy?" said Draco, sliding back into character.

"A-aye, sir."

With a feral smile, Draco drew back his arm and swung forward. The leather slapped hard against the flesh of Harry's bum. Harry only made a gasping sound, but he never got up. Draco smiled and drew his arm back again. Slap! Another spank across the last one. A red mark appeared but quickly dissipated, just as they agreed. Draco spanked him again and again, some coming up from below which caused Harry to rear up and some coming from the side, criss-crossing the last strokes. Ten quickly came and went and Draco was getting into it too heavily.

"Er…milord," Harry reminded after a few too many strokes. "Please, milord."

"Oh. Sorry." Draco stopped and approached. He laid his hand on the warmed flesh and sighed. "Now that is a well-spanked arse, knave. But your punishment has only begun. You make quite a picture with your bare arse exposed like this. Your hole is very inviting." Draco dragged his finger down the tight pucker of Harry's entrance and Harry groaned. "Yes, indeed." His finger touched, poked, prodded. "So exposed. So open. So vulnerable." Harry couldn't help but squirm. "Shall I breach this virgin hole, boy? Shall I take you?"

"Please no, sir. Please!"

"Such arousing pleas. But they do not stir me to stop." He reached into his trouser pocket and took out a small jar of lube. "Have you ever been fucked, boy? Have any of the other stable boys played with such a fine thing as you? Or the smith, perhaps?"

"N-no, sir. Please, sir."

He spread the oily lube down Harry's crack and dipped a finger into the pucker. Harry gasped again and drew back. "I'll be the first then." He thrust his finger in deeper and touched the knot of Harry's prostate.

"Oh Draco!" Harry gasped.

"Stay in character, Potter."

"Oh…oh…master! Milord! Oh please!"

"Please 'yes' or please 'no'?"

Harry couldn't seem to decide how to answer. While he pondered it, Draco unbuttoned his own trousers and slicked his hard erection with the oil. "It doesn't matter, boy. I'm going to take you no matter what you say." He tossed away the lube and the riding crop and grabbed Harry's hips. The angle was perfect the way he was positioned over the saddle. Draco aimed and plunged.

Harry reared up with a shout and Draco didn't stop. He commenced pounding into Harry, tightening his grip on his hips. "That's how you punish a naughty stable boy," he said, gasping. With the flat of his hand, he slapped Harry's backside. There was no charm on his hand, he knew, and Harry gave a yelp of surprise. "How's that, knave? You'll take it all." Draco shoved deeper and thrust in and out all the way to his pubic hair, drawing out as far as the head. In between thrusts, he gave Harry's arse an open-handed spank.

"Oh…ow…oh!" cried Harry.

"You hold on to that sawhorse, knave. Don't you dare touch yourself. You have the last part of your punishment yet to endure." Draco thrust in earnest now. He couldn't speak as the sensations crawled up his belly from his balls. He felt his sac tightening, felt the incredible rise of pleasure consume him. He thrust fiercely now, rocking the sawhorse precariously. Harry desperately held on, raising his hips to meet the thrusts. Finally, the pleasurable sensations were too much and Draco couldn't hold back his orgasm any longer. He exploded into Harry, deep thrusts sending hot spunk high up into him. His hips rocked forward a few more times until there was nothing left but a few dry thrusts and then he stilled, taking a deep breath. He leaned over Harry for a long while, relishing the tightness surrounding his slowly shrinking cock, and then he pulled out, looking at the semen dribbling down his husband's crack and down his legs.

He pushed himself away from Harry and tucked his organ into his trousers. He looked at his debauched lover, still bent over the saddle, semen streaming down his thighs, his arse still high, and his pucker gasping and twitching from Draco's thrusts. "Oh Harry. You are a sight to behold."

"Stay in character, Draco."

"Oh. Right. Well, knave." He adjusted his waistcoat and jacket. "Time for you to show me what you have. Get up and turn around."

"Oh please, sir."

"Don't make me ask again. My riding crop is still available."

"Aye, sir. There's no need, sir."

Harry slowly rose. It must have been uncomfortable draped over that saddle. When he turned Draco saw the marks from the saddle imprinted on his belly. But then his eyes were drawn to Harry's taut erection and his thoughts fell only to that. "Very well, boy. Show me how you please yourself. Touch your cock. Stroke it. Make yourself come."

Harry reddened. How that man could blush! It was the sexiest thing Draco had ever seen. Harry said nothing as he timidly grasped his cock in his right hand. He gave it a few experimental strokes, and then looked up for permission to continue. Playing the lord to the hilt, Draco waved his hand nonchalantly.

Harry tightened his hand around his thick cock and gave a harder stroke. He threw his head back, and with his other hand, reached up and ran his open palm over his nipple, causing it to harden. The hand fisting his cock pulled a few times, his thumb running over the top of the head bringing a bead of precum to the surface. Harry took that glistening thumb tip all the way up to his mouth, and opening his eyes, he made sure Draco was watching before he sucked the thumb tip in, licking off his own cum.

Draco's jaw dropped. He was getting hard again just watching Harry, the cock-tease. Honestly. The man certainly knew what he was doing when he wanted to drive Draco insane.

Harry dropped his hand to his cock again and slowly stroked it, all the while caressing his chest with his other hand. Draco wanted desperately to suck on one of those hardening nipples, but he was entranced simply watching Harry get himself off.

Harry moved his hand quicker now, fisting his cock with more abandon and more speed. He bent his knees, thrusting his hips forward. He dropped his hand from his chest and cupped his sac instead, rolling the testicles between his fingers. He reached further and Draco could tell with a tingle running up his shaft that Harry was touching his entrance. He brought back wet fingers, wet from Draco's come, and brought them to his lips where his treacherous pink tongue darted out and lapped them clean.

Draco pulled the buttons so fast from his trousers that he popped a few. He grabbed his own cock and pulled it free, and wrapped his fingers around it, stroking himself in rhythm to Harry's.

Harry's eyes were drawn to slits now and his lips had grown dark and red with pleasure. He was panting now, too, and Draco knew he was close. He tried to catch up, suddenly wanting to come at the same time as Harry.

They watched each other under heavy-lidded eyes. Harry's hand moved faster and Draco's matched it. Harry suddenly inhaled and threw his head back. Long white strings of come shot upward, coating his chest and hand. At the same time, Draco let loose again, his come shooting over the straw-covered floor in a seeming attempt to reach Harry.

Harry pumped his cock a few more strokes until it had given all it could, and then he slumped against the saddle. "Oh my God," Harry gasped. "That was so great!"

"I…told you," gasped Draco, looking for purchase against the wall.

"Okay," said Harry, recovering. He stood up and looked at Draco. "So I like your games after all. Give me a minute and I'll be ready to play more."

Draco took a few steps forward and grabbed Harry, embracing him. He turned his face and touched his mouth in a long, slow kiss. "Tell you what, mate. You pick the game this time. I'm knackered." He waved his wand, and the stable disappeared and became their tower room at Hogwarts again.

"Okay", said Harry, arms still clinging around Draco's neck. "Then I choose chess."

"Chess? What kind of ponce game is that?"

"Strip chess," said Harry with a wide smile.

"Oh! Well. Now you're talking, Potter."

The End


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