#pairing; marceph

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Marcelo’s Journal

(This is extremely NSFW. D/s porn ahoy.)

What I’ll need:

-       Collar -       Lead -       Two clothes pegs -       Clock -       Water  -       Paddle -       Lubrication

 The Room of Requirement gets knocks on its door so often that even though we can’t see the other people in, we know they’re there. And Eph is going to be loud. They’ll hear him.

The same applies for the Astronomy Tower. Plus, we can’t be there nearly as long as I’d like. It’s good for a quick fuck, rough and dirty, which is brilliant and everything but not what this is. This needs to be long, slow, drawn out – and we can’t risk being seen for any of it.

 Therein lies the problem: far too many students wander about the castle during the weekend, and Filch would catch us in the corridors at night. I’ve decided then that the best course of action is to take him out before lights off and come back in the morning.

It’s a long time. I can fill it.

We won’t be going too close to the forest. Right at the edge, there’s a little clearing covered from view by hills, trees and boulders. It’s very sheltered, with very little risk of being seen, and far away from the castle enough that I highly doubt much of anyone will be able to spot us in the dark. Getting there will be the problem, so I’ll have to practice on my own during the evenings. I’ll have to time out exactly when to duck into the Forest to get out of eyeshot from the windows, but that’s entirely doable.

I’ve charmed a simple dog’s collar I bought in Hogsmeade last weekend so it’s got Ravenclaw markings on. I bet I shrank it down right to his size, too – it’ll be slim and elegant, and fit his throat well. I’ll get it on him after supper; he’ll wear it hidden under his tie until an hour before lights out, before Filch and his bloody cat start roaming about in full force, and I’ll take him out a side door towards our little clearing where no one will see. 

The lead took an easy bit of transfiguration, but I won’t miss that belt any. It’ll be put to much better use taking him through the Forest and making him kneel on his own robes when we arrive.

Everything will be so, so slow.

It’ll likely be a little cold at night, so I’ll leave him in his white top and trousers, but no sweater. Those shirt buttons will get opened, though, and that tie will come off. I’ll tie my own over his eyes as a blindfold for him, but set his aside - I’ll need it later. With his shirt open, I’ll use those clothes pegs I got from the laundry on his nipples, just for the fun. Perhaps I’ll flick them gently to watch him flinch. He’ll look lovely like that.

I’ll tell him that for the night, he belongs to me, and only to me. He will say “yes Sir”, and I will tug on his lead (kept short and rolled in my fist) and tell him to repeat the sentence.  “I belong to you, and only to you, Sir,” he’ll say.

We won’t even have begun.

At first I will just lean down for a chaste kiss, but then I’ll flick the pegs on his chest roughly and watch him twitch. I’ll kiss him harder then, biting his lip like I could just devour him. I probably could. I can imagine him arching upwards prettily to meet my lips while he fights not to get up from his kneel, because I will not have told him he could. I’ll let him go roughly, in the middle of his fight; if he stumbles, I can slap him for breaking form.

It’ll take a while. I want to drive him mad.

When I’m finally done, I’ll stand up straight and grab him by the hair, bringing his swollen mouth to my crotch over my trousers. I’ll have to be careful to keep his blindfold on squarely; the poor eager boy loves sucking my cock so much he’ll probably try to reach for it through the fabric, and it might muss up the tie.

“Do you want that?” I’ll ask him quietly, and when he whimpers and says yes, Sir, I’ll make him beg for it. Left hand hand still in his hair, the right one shortening his lead even further, he’ll have to show me how much he wants it, pinned right there in front of me. At least the boy will have his hands free – he won’t have that luxury later in the night.

I’ll leave him pining for it for a while, licking and pawing as much as he can for it through the fabric. We’ll have all the time in the world.

Eventually I’ll let go of his hair so I can get my cock free. I’ll tell him to stick his tongue out, and he will, and I’ll smack that tongue a few times with the cock head. If he tries to close his lips around it, I will slap him again – he’s not allowed to be greedy.

I’ll let him whimper for it until it finally suits me to allow him to begin. “Show me how much you love it,” I’ll tell him. “With your tongue and your hands.” And I’ll get to watch him as he blindly, eagerly sucks my cock, hands cupping my balls, still begging—

I’ll pull sharply at the lead to keep him slow if I need to. I’m going to drag it out, long past the time his jaw aches. I’ll keep an eye on a clock I’ll have set up on one of the boulders, if I have to, to keep us both calm.

A little bit later, I’ll echo the first time we were ever really together, and I’ll just hold him there by the hair and the lead so he can’t move at all, and all at once I’ll just bury my cock in his throat, balls deep. I may just stay there for a while, listening to him try to breathe around it. Listening to him choke. Listening to him splutter.

It’s so brilliant when he does that. Maybe I’ll give him a break every once in a while by pulling back just far enough to allow him a full breath before I thrust back in again.

Maybe his eyes will water from the pressure in his throat. Maybe the pressure will make him cry.

I’ll encourage him if he needs it.

Then, whenever I finally feel like it, I will fuck his throat. It’ll be rough and hard and fast, and he will take it like a good boy, even though his jaw will likely be screaming at him for being held open that long. It will be so, so good. He will be so good. When I come, I will come so deep inside his mouth he won’t even need to swallow.

I’ll clean off his lips and tell him he’s a good boy once I pull out from his mouth and put myself away. He’ll look so beautiful, lips bruised and open.

Slowly, I’ll kneel behind him, my chest pressed to his back, his blindfold still perfectly in place, so all he’ll need to do is feel me. With one hand and some of the lubrication Madam Pomfrey discreetly provides for those who want it, I’ll start to jerk him off, my chin by his shoulder so my other hand can play with the clothes pegs, perhaps, or choke him just enough to hear him wheeze. Perhaps I’ll mark him, and make him mine.

He’ll fall apart under my hands, and gasping, ask respectfully if he can come, and I’ll wait just long enough for him to start to shake before I allow it. Just in time to avoid punishment.

He’ll slump over a little and wonder if it’s over. It won’t be.

I won’t come around to face him, which I might do if the scene were over. I’ll just remove the blindfold from his eyes and set it down while still behind him, then release the clothes pegs, too. His nipples will flush a little, and I intend to notice.

I’ll murmur in his ear asking if he needs water before we can continue. If he does, I’ll gladly bring the glass to his lips myself. I’ll banish the mess he will have made on the robes. I’ll slowly, carefully remove and set aside his shirt, and help him get his shoes, trousers and pants off him, too, until he’s completely naked save for his socks and my collar around his neck. I’ll check in and make sure he’s perfectly all right to go on. And when all that’s done, I will stand again and tell him to bring his arms behind his back.

The rope-summoning charm is much easier than I had anticipated – it’s the knotting that was so complicated to figure out. I have the hang of it now. The ropes will appear and tie his wrists firmly and immovably behind his back, secured all the way up to mid-forearm.  With his arms making that solid of an X, I’ll be able to hold on very firmly while I’m fucking him.

I’ll take both of our ties and stand in front of him so he can watch as I make his gag out of them. The Slytherin tie will be the one that gets rolled tightly into the gag itself, then folded over once to ensure it remains hard to spit out. I won’t say anything as I stuff it into his mouth, or bind it there tightly with the Ravenclaw tie. It should be nearly impossible to move, even were he to try to push it out with his tongue. 

Maybe when I’m done, I’ll kiss his forehead and remind him of what a good boy he is before I stand and surveil my handiwork.

He will be bound, gagged, and naked, kneeling at my feet and at my utter mercy. I may just have to run my fingers over his skin for a while, circling him. He is a vision like that, I just know it.

I’ll take the end of the lead and jerk him downwards, so he has to press his cheek into the robes spread out over the ground, leaving his perfect arse pointing up towards the sky. There’s a little sapling right there I intend to be able to tie the lead to.

I’ll make him repeat his safe hand signal for me in this position. Just in case.

Then I will take out the paddle. I’ve reshaped it with a little clever spellwork from something the kitchens won’t miss – it used to be a light wooden cutting board with a handle, but now it’s thinner, leaner, and the perfect weight for turning his arse pink.

 “You haven’t been bad, boy,” I’ll tell him, running the paddle over his pale skin. “This is just for fun. Enjoy it.” And then I will start to spank him. I’ll begin slowly and fairly lightly, letting him relax into it, but soon the blows will come harder and faster, enough to make him shake. I want him to try to scream into that gag – we’ll be sheltered by enough sound-muffling trees and foliage that his cries shouldn’t go far. I’ll watch his skin begin to glow, and I won’t let up until I am done. I just want his arse to turn red before I fuck it. 

When I’m ready, I’ll set the paddle down and kneel behind him. With the lube to help, I’ll start by pressing one finger inside, crooked immediately to find that one spot which will make him cry out. 

“Do you want me inside you, boy?” I will whisper to him, and he will fight to get “Yes, Sir” past the gag. As I press a second finger in, spreading them to help him relax, I’ll ask, “what do you want?” again, just to hear him moan and shiver and try to say “I want you inside me, Sir, I want your cock inside me”. And I’ll pretend I couldn’t hear him as I fuck him firmly with my fingers, and he’ll find it so hard to keep together as he practically yells into the gag, “I want you inside me, Sir, please!” and—

Well. I love begging. But I will rush nothing.

He’ll tremble and cry out again as I press in the third finger, relaxing him and opening him up for me. He will want it, and want it so badly, I can only imagine.

In time he will be able to sigh enough, relax enough that he’ll be ready for me. I’ll free my cock again, and maybe stroke it a few times just looking at him there, offered up to me.

Then I will lube up and align myself behind him, spreading his knees roughly with mine, and put a hand on his hip, head of my cock to his hole.

One more time, I think, I’ll make him beg for it. And In the middle of his pleas for my cock, I will press into him, so his muffled words turn completely senseless as I slide inside. I’ll watch his face as I move, and freeze if ever he winces, but however long it takes, I will be buried in him to the hilt.

I can only imagine what that will be like. I’ve imagined it already, countless times.  It can’t be too different from girls, can it?

But he is. He is different. I think it must be so tight and so warm and so sweet that I won’t even really be able to adequately describe it once I’ve been there.

I cannot wait to be inside him.

With one hand digging into his hip and the other wrapping around his bound wrists as though I could steer him, I will start to move in and out, listening to his moans. The lube should make it easy. I’ll go slowly at first, so I can get used to it as much as he, if I’m honest. Then my thrusts will get longer, then deeper, and I will start to fuck him in earnest.

 I hope he moans. I hope he screams. I hope the gag muffles cries I will never understand through the material, cries I won’t be focused on when all my attention is on how good he feels. I hope I hit his prostate right away, so I can watch him shiver and love it, and so I can hit it over and over, and he unravels underneath me.

I hope I hear him say “thank you, Sir” as I fuck him.

Eventually, to slow things down and stretch the time until dawn, I will pull out and switch positions so he is on top of me, and he has to impale himself on my cock from above. I will guide him. I want to see his expression as he works hard for my enjoyment.

Eventually I will grab his arse on either side and slam my hips up into him hard enough to make him buck and cry out. Once I set a rhythm, my right hand will start to stroke his cock in time. I will watch him as he starts to get more and more breathless and closer and closer to his edge.

I want him to come like that, split open by my cock and with my hands all over him when he begs through the cloth to be allowed to orgasm for the second time. And I’ll let him right away, because it will be out first time together and I will be generous. I’ll get to watch his face as he comes with me deep inside him.  

He’s such a good boy.

 I’ll have to banish his mess again as I pull him off me and roll him over one last time, onto his back (and his wrists) so his chest has to arch prettily to accommodate the bonds. I want him badly.

I will spread his legs high and wide in the air and slide in all at once, holding him behind the knees so I can fuck him hard into the ground. The robes we’ll be on will bunch around us with the intensity of it. I will watch him under me, flushed in the cheeks as his whole body bucks with my thrusts.

The way he looks in my mind as I fuck him like that is indescribable. In my mind’s eye he is completely open to me, spread to allow me in. He gives everything to me. With each thrust he’s screaming pleasure into the gag, and with each thrust I claim him as mine, and he is so lovely that I finish inside of him with a cry of my own.

When I finally pull out, we will be within a few hours from dawn. I’ll banish his bonds, but they will leave taught marks around his wrists I will feel the need to caress. I’ll undo the gag and set both Ravenclaw and Slytherin ties aside, and then spread my own robes over our bodies to cover us against the cool night air.

“Scene’s over, baby,” I will whisper, and bring him close to me. I’ll stroke his hair, and warm him up, and offer him water again, and ask him how he feels. I will wait there, wrapped around him, until dawn starts to crack over the horizon. 

He’ll be lying limp against me, I imagine. Without disturbing him too much, I will unwrap the lead from the sapling, detach it from the collar, and quietly unlock the collar itself to pack it all away. 

We’ll need to keep close until he can begin to come back to me, of course. That may take a while. When his eyes begin to focus again, I’ll still have to help him dress, because even then he won’t really be present. We’ll just kiss softly, and my hands will spend a lot of time in his hair in between putting on his clothes. He likes that.

I believe it may take quite a long time to get him cleaned up and decent, actually. It may be the hardest part, if I’m honest; both of us will want nothing more than just to fall asleep together by then, I suspect, but we will have to clean up and get back into the castle first. It’s a remarkably big task.

I’ll have to maintain contact with him as much as possible while I pack everything back into my rucksack so I can sling it over my shoulder. Once his robes are on over his clothing, I’ll throw mine over his shoulders as well to keep him warm. If he needs me to, I will pick him up gingerly and carry him back up to the castle myself.

 It’ll take a while to get there, but by the time we arrive at the Entrance Hall, it will be the shadow of morning. While almost no one will be awake, the ban on students roaming the corridors will be lifted, and we will be able to go together up the stairs to the Ravenclaw Common Room.

He will not sleep in a cold dungeon that day. He will sleep with me, little spoon to my bigger one, in my airy dorm room, behind the curtains of my bed. We will rest as long as we need.

When we finally wake, I’ll take him to the Prefect’s Bath again and help him wash. Maybe then, when I’m washing his hair, he’ll finally come out of it. His eyes will finally really see me again, and he’ll smile.

It’s the perfect plan.

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