Draco Malfoy

Harry's breath hitched as a slow, mocking clap echoed through the room. His fogged vision struggled to focus as a familiar silhouette stepped from the shadows—sharp cheekbones, pale hair gleaming in the dim light, that infuriating smirk twisting his lips.

"Well, well, Potter. I always knew you’d end up on your knees for someone." Draco Malfoy’s voice dripped with amusement as he circled Harry’s trembling form, his polished boots clicking against the floor.

Harry’s cock twitched pathetically in its cage, still sensitive from his orgasm, while the plug inside him pulsed hotter, as if reacting to Draco’s presence.

Harry’s breath hitched as Draco’s fingers curled around the clasp of his robes, peeling them away with slow, deliberate precision. The fabric slithered down his shoulders, pooling at his feet to reveal his sculpted torso—pale skin stretched taut over lean muscle—and lower, the thick, obscene length of his cock standing proudly at attention. Ten inches of flushed, veined flesh, already glistening at the tip.

Harry whimpered around the gag, his tongue twitching against the rubber as he stared. The plug inside him throbbed in time with his racing pulse, each pulse sending a fresh wave of heat through his core.

The ring gag **** Harry’s jaw wider as drool slicked his chin, his body moving against his will—knees scraping the floor as he crawled toward Draco like a **** thing. The curse in the gag burned through him, twisting his humiliation into need, his tongue twitching with the craving to taste, to swallow, to obey.

Draco’s smirk deepened as he watched Harry’s slow, shuddering advance, his own cock twitching against the silken restraint of his trousers. With a deliberate slowness, he undid the laces, freeing himself—the thick, flushed length bobbing obscenely before Harry’s glazed eyes

Harry’s vision blurred as the curse in the gag seized control, his body moving without permission. A broken whimper escaped him as his tongue lolled forward, hot and wet, dragging up the thick underside of Draco’s cock in a slow, filthy stroke. The taste exploded across his senses—salt and musk and something darkly addictive, flooding his mouth as drool spilled freely down his chin.

Draco’s fingers tangled in Harry’s hair, tightening painfully as he guided him forward, forcing him deeper onto his cock with a sharp thrust of his hips.

Draco’s fingers twisted tighter in Harry’s hair as the other toys whirred back to life—the nipple suckers clamping down with renewed hunger, the vibrator circling his caged prick in slow, taunting strokes while the plug inside him swelled another fraction, molten heat pulsing in time with his racing heartbeat.

Harry choked around Draco’s cock, tears streaking his flushed cheeks as the sensations overwhelmed him—every nerve alight, every muscle trembling. The gag **** his tongue to work in helpless, sloppy strokes along Draco’s length, drool and precome dripping down his chin while the vibrator teased the swollen head of his trapped cock, denying him release

Draco’s cock swelled against Harry’s tongue, the thick veins pulsing as precome spilled past his lips in thick, salty strands. The gag **** his mouth wider, his jaw aching as Draco’s hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt with a groan. Harry’s throat convulsed, tears streaking his cheeks as he choked—yet the cursed ring kept him locked in place, his tongue laving helplessly along Draco’s length.

The plug inside him throbbed violently, expanding another fraction as if responding to Draco’s dominance, the heat searing Harry’s insides until his thighs trembled.

Draco’s hips stuttered as his release hit—hot, thick spurts flooding Harry’s throat in pulsing waves. The gag **** his lips sealed around Draco’s cock, swallowing every drop as the curse thrummed through him, twisting the humiliation into euphoria.

The toys responded instantly—the vibrator pressed hard against his caged cock, the suckers clamping down with bruising ****, and the plug inside him swelled to an unbearable size, vibrating violently as heat radiated through his core. Harry’s back arched off the floor, a muffled scream tearing from his throat as his body convulsed in the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced.

Harry's vision swam as he slumped forward, Draco's softening cock slipping from his ruined lips with a wet pop. The taste of salt and musk lingered thick on his tongue, the cursed gag forcing him to swallow every last drop as his throat worked convulsively. A strange heaviness pulled at his chest - his once-flat pectorals now swollen into soft, sensitive mounds that brushed against his own arms with every shuddering breath. The suckers still clamped to his swollen nipples pulsed greedily, drawing them into stiff peaks while the cursed toys worked in cruel harmony to keep him teetering on the edge

With the compulsions making sure nobody notices, Draco sends Harry up to Gryffindor tower, with orders to return the next day, unless he wants the cock cage to remain.

Harry staggered forward on trembling legs, his thighs slick with sweat, the plug still vibrating faintly inside him—a cruel reminder of Draco’s control. The enchanted gag had dissolved at last, leaving his lips swollen and his throat raw, but the collar remained, a tight band of leather that pulsed in time with his quickened breaths.