Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2006 09:47:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: wayne adam <adamstories@yahoo.com>
Subject: Top Dog: Draco Malfoy Takes Control

Title: Top Dog

Author: adamstories

Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: This story, like the characters themselves, is fictional.  The
story is not meant to imply anything about the sexuality or preferences of
any people in the Harry Potter universe or the actors who portray those
characters on screen.

Summary: It's their 6th year at Hogwarts, and ever since the school session
began, Harry has been walking around like he's better than everyone else.
Draco decides he's quite sick of the Harry Potter mania and decides to take
down the boy-who-lived, in his own Slytherin style.

Warning: This story contains certain erotic elements which may not be
appealing to all readers.  Draco's character is very much out to debase and
dephile Harry in every way, so be prepared.  If you're not 18 or not up to
any forms of rough play, kink, etc., you should walk away.

                      * * *

Harry sat alone in the quite library silently nursing his aching hand while
attempting to finish one of Snape's more brutal assignments: a foot-long
essay on the differences in properties between healing potions (similar to
Unicorn's blood) and healing elements, such as the bezoar.

The library had been slowly emptying as the night dragged on.  It was now
just before ten and Madam Pince was preparing to close up.  She eyed Harry
suspiciously from behind the librarian's counter.  Madam Pince was nervous
of any student who spent so much time in the library.  She believed that,
aside from that Granger girl, any of these students who spent late night
hours with their heads in books could be up to no good.  With a slight
"ahem" she got Harry's attention.

"We're closing up soon.  You need to be out before I can snuff out the
lamps."

"Oh.  Right.  I'll just put these books back and be on my way.  Sorry."

"Leave them.  I'll take care of it," she said while her eyes scanned the
room to be sure that no other students were lingering about.  Her steely
gaze passed over the rows of books from the far west wall all the way back
around to the nearest shelf on the east walls, in the restricted section.
She turned her back on the room to lock up the small office behind her
massive librarian's counter, and in that instant she missed a slight
movement from behind one of the farther shelving units, hardly noticeable
but certainly enough to trigger Madam Pince's radar, had she been looking.

Behind that particular shelving unit three sixth years lay, crouched behind
the books, staring at Harry and watching Madam Pince.

"How are we gonna get at him with out old bug-eyes spottin' us," murmured
Crabbe.

"Quiet," Draco said.  "I've slipped a little something in her tea.  She'll
spend a nice night snoozing with her precious books."

"Haw haw!  Good one, Draco," laughed Goyle.

"Ssss.  Q.u.i.e.t."

From his vantage point behind the column of books, encyclopedias on magical
creatures, Draco could clearly see Harry packing up his things and
standing.  With a quick glance to the librarian's desk, where he noticed
Madam Pince sitting in her 360 degree swivel chair, head drooped against
her chest, Draco was assured that they were now entirely alone with the
famous scar-head.

"Let's go.  Quietly."  With that, Draco stepped out from behind the books
and slowly made his way closer to Harry.  The three Slytherines had removed
their shoes so that they would not be heard clicking on the hardwood
floors.  Their sock-covered feet slid smoothly and noiselessly forward
until the boys were just behind Harry.  Draco, shoes in his left hand,
reached into his robe and pulled out his wand with his right hand.  He
pointed it straight at Harry's back before making a sound to alert the
Gryffindor.

"Harrum," Draco coughed and Harry, startled, spun around.

"Ma--," Harry began, but couldn't finish the name as Draco immediately
interjected.

"IMMOBILUS!"  A shimmering blue jet shot out of Draco's wand and hit Harry
square in the chest.  The boy lifted slightly off the ground, floating and
unable to move.  He was still conscious of all that was happening, he was
able to move his eyes and look around the room, look at the boys in front
of him, but he could not move his limbs or call for help.

"Grab his arms and follow me," commanded Draco and both of his goons
stepped forward and clutched Harry at the elbow.  They began to follow
their leader, roughly dragging the floating Harry along with them as they
made their way up the back stairway to the third floor.

"In here," Draco ordered.  "And be quick about it, will you Goyle?"

Crabbe and Goyle brought the boy into a dimly lit room, about the size of a
small bathroom, except there were no stalls or sinks.  In fact, the only
items in the room were two sets of chains dangling from the ceiling near
the far wall.

Crabbe and Goyle exchanged a questioning look, but knew better than to ask
anything of Draco.

"Now," Draco turned and grinned maliciously at Harry, fully aware that the
Gryffindor savior could hear and comprehend everything that was going on.
"Chain him up."

Harry's eyes bugged and he tried with all his might to struggle, to break
free of the spell but Draco had applied it perfectly.  Harry couldn't move
a muscle.

Crabbe and Goyle brought Harry to the far wall, where the chains lay
extended fully from ceiling to floor.  They placed Harry against the wall
and reached down to get the iron cuffs of the first set of chains.  They
placed and clasped the cuffs around Harry's wrists, then kneeled to clasp
the cuffs of the other set of chains to Harry's ankles.

Draco, slipping out of his robe and putting it, along with his robe onto a
small table which he had just conjured from thin air, stood, hands on hips,
in front of Harry.  Draco was wearing an emerald green button down shirt,
sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and a pair of black dress slacks.  The boy
had placed his shoes beneath the magical table and stood still standing in
his grey socks.

"Harry, Harry.. this is going to be so much fun," Draco sneered.  "You've
had your little gang of fans following you around school all year.  I
thought I might never get the chance to put you in your place.  But you're
nothing, Harry.  You're just a worthless, muggle-loving, orphane.  And I'm
going to show you just what your purpose here is.  What a real man and
wizard does to little boys like you."

Crabbe and Goyle stood perplexed, always knowing Draco to be a bit
dramatic, but never so impassioned.

"Push him to his knees then leave, Crabbe.  Goyle.  Now.  And don't come
back.  I'll find you both tomorrow."

As Crabbe pushed down on Harry's shoulders, Goyle bent over to bend the
boy's knees, positioning his legs for him as he was still under the
Immobilus charm.  When they had gotten him into place, the looked up at
Draco for approval.  With a nod, he sent them on their way.  As the door
shut behind them, Draco picked up his wand and placed a silencing charm on
the door and then another charm to keep out intruders.

"Good.  Now it's just the two of us.  No witnesses, no little friends to
get in the way.  We'll see what you're really made of, Potter."  With that,
Draco's wand pointed at the kneeling hero and he mumbled something harsh.
Suddenly, all of Harry's clothes began unweaving, and the unravelled
strands of cloth began falling to the ground.  Draco's wand pointed at the
useless pile and said a vanishing spell.  In seconds, Harry was completely
naked, chained, and kneeling before Draco Malfoy.

"Now, Harry, this spell you're under is only going to last so long.  I
suppose I should make good use of it before it's gone," said Draco, while
unbuttoning his shirt.  Harry stared up in fear, unable to do anything
else.  He shivered in the cold and his knees were beginning to hurt, but he
could do nothing about it.  "We're going to play a little game," Draco
continued as he slipped the shirt off his shoulders and onto the table, his
pale, smooth skin shimmering in the light of the dim lanterns.  "It's
called," Draco says, while unzipping his fly and reaching in through the
opening, clearly rubbing himself beneath the fabric, "whose your master?"

Then, Draco pulled his hand forward and with it came his long, thick, very
hard cock.  It jutted out from Draco's fly and pointed straight at Harry,
as if Draco's cock were aware on its own of what was about to happen.
Draco, lazily stroking the length of his seven inch snake, began stepping
forward.  He lifted his right foot and slid it up Harry's bare leg, then
over to his naked crotch.  He slid his foot beneath Harry's sack and lifted
up hard, smashing Harry's balls painfully up against his groin.

Draco lowered his foot, still stroking his cock just inches from Harry's
face.  He lifted his right foot and hooked the big toe beneath the band on
his left sock, pulling it down and tossing it aside, then repeating the
process on his other foot until he stood barefoot in front of Harry,
wearing only his black slacks.  He raised his foot again and smashed it
hard against Harry's dick which, in spite of himself, had been growing
steadily and was now at it's full six and a half inches.  Malfoy toed
Harry's balls and lifted them up, using his foot to squash and roll them
painfully against the base of Harry's shaft.  He could see a tear rolling
down Harry's cheeks, and this just made the Slytherin press harder.

A drop of precum had formed at the tip of Harry's cock and with one good
shake, it fell and landed on the side of Draco's foot.

"You little slut," Draco snarled. "You good for nothing, worthless piece of
dragon feces!"  Draco smacked Harry across the face and then raised his
foot to Harry's mouth.  "Clean it off, you filthy traitor."

Harry, unable to open his mouth even if he had wanted to lick his own
pre-cum off of Draco Malfoy's foot, just kneeled there in silence, tears
welling in his eyes as Draco pressed the arch of his foot against his own
lips.  "I said clean it up," he heard the boy scream, and then Malfoy was
pressing his foot hard against Harry's lips so that they parted.  Draco
rubbed his foot back and forth and the wetness of Harry's lips cleaned the
dallop of clear fluid right off.

"Good boy," snickered Harry.  "Maybe you know what you're good for after
all. Now.." and Draco stepped forward, cock still jutting from his pants.
"Let's try that again, shall we?"  He brought the tip of his cock, leaking
it's own fluid, to Harry's lips.  Draco gripped his shaft and guided it
back and forth over Potter's ruby lips.  He pressed forward so that just
the tip was parting the kneeling Gryffindor's lips and Draco could feel the
shudder run all the way through Potter's body and vibrate over his cock
head.

"Look at how I leak, Potter.  You're going to be worshipping this cock and
all it has to offer, do you understand?  We'll see you walking around
Hogwarts with your head held high after I'm done with you, eh?"  While
saying this, Draco removed his cock from Harry's lips and began to rub it
all over his face.  Draco arched his back slightly so that his cock was at
an angle, making it seem as if he was literally fucking Harry's face as he
rubbed his cock back and forth over Potter's cheeks, eyes, nose, forehead.
"You're going to be smelling my cock for days, boy," Draco laughed.
Streaks of his own precum were now coating Harry's cheeks and chin.

Draco stepped back slightly and popped the button on his pants.  With a
slight sway of the hips, Draco's pants fell to the floor and he quickly
kicked them aside, now standing naked and tall before the kneeling boy.
"Savior of the wizarding world, Potter?  If only the could see you now.
Open up," Draco laughed harshly as he dug his two longest fingers into
Harry's mouth and pried his jaw open wide.  He stepped forward again and
shoved his cock into Harry's mouth.

"Mm.  You've got a pretty hot mouth, Potter, for a Gryffindor anyway.  And
now you know just what you were really born to do."  Draco grabbed Harry's
hair roughly and tugged back, forcing Harry's neck to tilt and his throat
to open.  Draco wasted no time forcing his long cock down Harry's throat,
sliding it in and out.  He rested his other hand on Harry's neck so he
could feel his cock stretching Potter's throat to the limit.

"Feel that, Potter?  My cock belongs down your throat.  You get it now,
don't you?  You're nothing but a little slut.  My slut, actually.  And
you'll call me master from now on.  Go off and pretend you're the big man
all you want, but you know you were meant for this.  Service me, you little
bitch," Draco snarled and spat on Harry's face as he continued to pound the
kneeling boy's throat.  He could see the tears streaking Harry's cheeks and
this made him slam the boy's face even harder.

"So easy to break.  Can't even release yourself from an Immobilus charm?
Some hero.  Just look at you, Potter.  You're worthless."  With that, Draco
pulled his cock from Harry's mouth and again slapped it around his face,
smearing Draco's cock juices and Harry's spit all over him.

"Now for the real fun."  Draco began adjusting the chains.  Harry could
feel his arms being stretched and then he was lifted from the ground.  His
legs soon followed.  Draco worked the chain for a few minutes until he had
Harry suspended in mid-air, at waist level.  Harry was tilted back, his
arms stretched out behind his head and his legs held up and apart, almost
in a perfect "V."

"Gods, Potter.  I really do think you were just made for this.  Look at you
laying there all spread out for me.  You want me to take you, don't you?
You can admit it.  Well, maybe you can't," Draco quipped, snidely.

Harry had been struggling against the charm all this time and with one last
effort he finally broke it.

"FUCK YOU, MALFOY!"

The outburst startled them both.  Harry looked as if he wasn't sure it
actually came out of his mouth, and Draco took a step back at the surprise.
But it was too late.

"So you finally broke through, eh Potter?  Took you long enough.  I always
knew you were a weak little nothing.  Powerful wizard, my arse."

"Let me down, Malfoy.  Now," said Harry, while struggling at the chains.

"Oh, no, no.  That won't do.  Besides, you want this.  This is what you're
made for, Harry.  Don't you feel it?"

"Malfoy, if you don't.." but the rest of his sentence was cut off as Draco
grabbed his wand and pointed it at Harry.

"Silencio."

Harry kept trying to talk, scream, but no sound could be heard.  He
struggled against the chains but the iron clasps held him firmly in place,
spread out and open for Draco Malfoy.

"Good boy.  I'll keep that nasty little Immobilus charm off you now, Harry.
After all, it's pointless now, isn't it?  And I want to see you squirm."
Draco stepped forward and, with a harsh slap to Harry's arse, he placed the
head of his cock at Harry's hole.

Harry tried with all his might to scream, to break the chains, but it was
no use.  Draco grabbed his hips and without warning, lunged forward,
impaling Harry painfully and suddenly onto his seven inches of Slytherin
meat.  Draco grinned evilly as he saw Harry's head fly back and his mouth
open in pain.  He knew how bad this was hurting Potter, and he loved it.
He could feel Potter's ass clenching and unclenching around his cock,
trying to force him out.

"You're mine now, Potter.  Look down and see."

Harry, eyes squeezed shut, tears pouring from beneath his eye lids shook
and shaked his head 'no.'

"I said," continued Draco, while reaching up to grab onto the back of
Harry's head and force it to look downward.  "Look at us.  Look at you,
Potter.  Look at what you've come to.  This is how it was always going to
be.  Me taking you.  Me fucking your little, worthless arse, Harry."

Harry's eyes opened in pain as Draco's hand clenched around the hair on the
back of his head and pulled hard.  He could see down the length of his
sweaty body.  See his legs pulled back and spread wide.  See Draco Malfoy
standing tall and commanding over him, between his legs, cock buried to the
hilt inside his own aching asshole.  He could see Draco's golden pubes
smashed against the cheeks of his ass, against his dangling sack.  He could
see, with terror, his own rock hard cock jutting into the air.

"Excellent, Potter.  Just keep being an obedient little boy like that and
you might get rewarded," Draco sneered.  "But for now," and without more
words he pulled his cock completely from Harry's ass so that, with a pop,
Harry's hole closed around nothing.  Harry was hopeful that it was over
until, just as suddenly as the first time, Draco released the grip on his
hair, grabbed onto Harry's hips and slammed himself forward again, impaling
the defeated Gryffindor once more onto his hard, pulsing, Slytherin cock.

"Gods, Potter," groaned Draco as he began thrusting his hips back and
forth, his nails digging into Harry's hips, "I'd almost think you were a
virgin.  Draco laughed harshly as he saw Harry's shoulders slump, realizing
that the boy-hero was, in fact, losing his virginity to his worst enemy.

"Oh, brilliant, Potter.  That just makes this all the lovelier for me."
Draco bent his knees slightly and begain thrusting upward, forcing himself
deeper into Harry's arse.  He dug the nails of his fingers so deeply into
Harry's left hip that he broke the skin, tiny, miniscule droplets of
Harry's blood formed on his fingertips.  With his right hand, Draco began
slapping Harry's smooth arse.  He would pound his way forward, shoving his
cock deep inside the weeping Gryffindor, then smack the boy's arse hard,
causing him to clamp around Malfoy's cock.

"Beautiful, Potter.  My little slut.  You're going to know your place
before long.  And you're never going to leave it, are you?"  Draco
continued pounding Harry's hole, tearing it's virgin skin apart with his
brutal, thick cock.  He leaned down to bite at Harry's neck, leaving teeth
marks and red-splotches where the veins had broken and bruised.  He clamped
his teeth on Harry's nipples, biting and twisting until they hardened, then
tugging hard and scraping the sensitive skin with his sharp teeth.

"Worthless, Potter.  You're nothing.  You'll never be anything!" Draco
continued, while arching his back and thrusting up harder, faster, deeper.
"You should thank me," he panted, "for giving you something.  You don't
deserve it, Potter.  You don't deserve this gift."

Harry's tears had now dried up.  He was in so much pain, it was beyond
tears.  He clenched his hands into fists so tightly that he felt them going
numb.

Draco pulled his left hand from Harry's hips and noticed the 5 small cuts
of blood on the Gryffindor's hips where his fingertips had been.  He looked
at his own hand and saw that Harry's blood and blemished his skin.

"Fuck, Potter.  Look at you!  You're so weak!  You're actually bleeding,"
Draco spat into Harry's face, leaning close and sliding his tongue
mockingly over Harry's cheek.  "Clean this filthy, muggle-loving blood from
my fingertips, you little slut!"  Draco raised his hand to Harry's face and
forced his fingers inside his mouth.  To his own amusement, he could feel
Harry tonguing his fingers, licking the blood clean.

"Figured it out, have you?  Good.  It will be easier this way. Know your
place and don't forget it, Potter."

Suddenly, Draco pulled his cock from Harry's tight, abused arse.  He forced
himself to relax, letting his cock wilt slightly as he leaned over to suck
on Harry's neck, chest, shoulders.  Leaving his mark all over Potter's
body.  When Draco's cock was at half-mast, he stood up again, standing
between Harry's splayed legs, and pointed his sagging but lengthy boyhood
at Harry.  Harry looked down in bewilderment, not understanding what was
happening until suddenly the tip of Draco's cock opened and a hot, forceful
stream of piss sprayed out, hitting Harry smack in the face.

"Every top dog marks his bitch, Potter," snarled Draco.  "And that's what
you are, my bitch."  Draco directed his flow over Harry's face, drenching
his hair and being sure to allow plenty to pass over Harry's lips.  He then
tilted his cock down so the stream would wash over Harry's
neck... chest... stomach and, finally, Harry's cock and balls.

"What a fucking dirty cunt you are, Potter.  Just look at you.  How can you
live with yourself.  Covered in my piss, and still hard as a rock.  You're
disgusting!"  Draco's trail diminished and stopped, he began stroking his
cock back to hardness, allowing the last drops of piss to coat his fingers.
He reached up and forced his fingers into Harry's mouth, making the boy
taste his bitter fluid.

Then, Draco's hard cock was back at Harry's hole and with a grunt, Draco
began pounding Harry harder than ever.  His cock sank so deep into the
chained boy, he wasn't sure where the two of them separated.  His cock was
pistoning in and out of Harry's hole faster than he knew how to move.  He
could feel Harry's hole breaking down, turning to mush.  Feel the
resistance all but gone as, with a growl, Draco bit down on Harry's neck
and started bucking hard, pouring his hot Sltyerhin cum into the painfully
fucked Gryffindor.

"Now it's done.  Now you're mine, Potter.  One hundred...percent...MINE!"
he emphasized each word with a grunt and thrust, as more of his cum spilled
into the boy sprawled prone in mid-air beneath him.

Draco licked the blood on Harry's neck tenderly, almost as a dog would lick
a wound, without regard for the other's pain, just tasting the salty,
coppery crimson fluid that he caused break forth from the boy's neck.  As
Draco pulled back and out of Harry, he looked down to see Harry had come
all over himself.  The boy-who-lived was coated in the sweat and piss of
his arch-enemy.  He was bleeding and marked, and still he had cum all over
his chest and stomach, a small drop still dangling from the tip of his
cock.

Draco allowed the tiny dollop of Harry's cum to drop onto his finger,
without touching Harry's dick.  He lifted the finger to Harry's lips and
spread it over them like lip gloss.  "Good boy.  You had better always cum
like a little bitch when your master fucks you, Potter."

Draco backed up and grabbed his wand, pointing it at his cock and
whispering a cleaning spell.  He could see his cum and Harry's juices
oozing form his puckered, whimpering hole, but Draco decided to let the boy
deal with that on his own.  He flicked his wand at the chains and they
lengthened again, dropping Harry to the ground.

"You don't deserve what I'm offering, you know.  But you don't have a
choice, either.  Just be thankful you finally found your place.  I could
have let you wander around forever, never sure of what you were meant for."

He flicked his wand again and the Silencio charm was removed.  "Thank me,
Harry."

Harry stared up at Draco through hazy, tear-streaked eyes.

Draco, buttoning up his pants and slipping on his shirt looked down at the
ruined boy again.  "I said thank me.  You owe me that much, at least.  I
mean I actually fucked you, Potter.  I did you a favor, and you can't even
thank me?"  Draco walked over to the prone boy, rubbing his bare foot on
the boy's cum and fluid stained stomach.  He brought his toes to Harry's
mouth.

"Clean it off and thank me.  Now."

Harry finally submitted, parting his lips and snaking out his tongue,
licking the juices from Draco's foot.

"And.." Draco waited.

"Thank you, sir," whispered Harry.

"For what, Potter?"

"Thank you... for putting me where I am meant to be.  At your feet."

Draco smiled and donned his robe.  He walked to the door and turned back
just long enough to whisper "Finite Incantatum."  With a soft woosh, the
table and chains disappeared, and Harry lay on the ground completely alone
and naked and, he realized, finally where he belonged.


-fin(?)-