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"Pay attention, Draco," Lucius sharply scolded when he saw Draco's eyes begin to wander around his study out of boredom. He had been lecturing his son about their ancestors to prepare him for Hogwarts in a month's time, but Draco's attention span was just not what it should be. He suspected that half the stuff he was saying was going over the boy's empty head, and if that was the case, then Draco had what was coming to him. "I am telling you things you need to know before you start school!"
"Sorry father," Draco replied with a pout. "It's just that we've been doing this for over an hour now. Can we take a break?"
Lucius' rather short patience finally ran out. "No," he snapped, and felt dark satisfaction curl within his gut when his son flinched back. "Don't cower like that, either. Malfoys do not cower!"
Draco immediately tried to straighten his posture, but his shoulders were still a little hunched. Lucius decided to let it go for the moment, but he would definitely be training it out of his son soon.
"Sorry, father," Draco contritely apologized again, his gaze down at the hands that were trying not to fidget in his lap. "I will pay attention and not cower."
Lucius gave a curt nod then continued. "One of the progenitors of the Malfoy family line bonded with someone with powers that guaranteed our line to last for at least a thousand years," he continued. "However with that came a duty. To pluck the innocence from one's own progeny and fill them with the same essence that birthed them. Just as I had to go through with it with my father, so must you go through it with me to continue the Malfoy line. I have decided not to risk the chance of you doing something foolish so we will do it before you start school. Do you understand?"
Draco looked a lot more attentive now and he beamed as he nodded. "What spell am I learning?"
"You weren't paying attention," he said in his most disappointed tone, and he watched his son wilt. "You were too busy gazing out the window and daydreaming. Come here, Draco."
"But father-" Draco began, trying to wheedle out of trouble but Lucius cut it off by slapping the top of his desk with a loud smack.
"I am not your mother so that will not work on me!" he barked as he pushed his chair back. "I said come. Here. Don't make me order you to do so again."
Draco's big, grey eyes began to tear up, but he hastily got out of his seat and shuffled towards Lucius. "Sorry, father," he sobbed. "I'll do better next time."
Lucius knew from diaries that he had read that some Malfoys had enjoyed this duty while others had only done what they needed to to get over it quickly. Lucius knew he was the former type. He smirked at the 'next time' as he reached out to grab his son, then he man handled him over his lap and spanked his butt hard to make him stop squirming.
"Stay still and take your punishment," he sternly ordered. "Count them out, Draco. I will not spare you this time as I might have in the past. You are old enough to know better."
"Sorry, father," Draco sobbed out as he went limp, and that was when Lucius spanked him so he tensed up and cried out again. "O-one! Two! Th-three! Four! Ow father, that hurts! Five! Please, please stop! S-six. Seven. E-eight. Please, I'm sorry fa-nine! T-ten!"
Lucius rubbed his son's skinny bottom and wished there was a bit more plump to it, but at least it was small and would be very, very tight. He waited until Draco's sobs began to abate, then he pushed Draco down under the desk.
"Now it's time for time-out while I work to make up for the precious hours you wasted," he said. "You will be quiet by keeping this in your mouth."
Lucius enjoyed the sight of his son's tear-stained face as he opened his his buckle and then his pants. He fished his semi-hard cock out, then gestured to it. "You may keep your head in my lap, but if you move your tongue around too much or do anything to stimulate me to hardness, you will pay the price once I am done working. And if you use your teeth or drool, I will give you twenty spankings."
Draco looked at his cock like it was a beast to be wary of, but when Lucius expectantly cleared his throat, his son nodded. He pulled his chair in which trapped Draco uncomfortably beneath the desk, and his son was forced to drape himself on top of Lucius' lap for space to kneel. He felt breathing on his cock as Draco hesitated, but before he needed to clear his throat again, his son carefully put it into his mouth without touching it with his hands then shuddered with what was no doubt disgust.
Lucius began to work at his desk, but his attention was mostly on how his son's small and soft mouth was wrapped around the head of his cock. He occasionally glanced at the clock, and when he was five minutes in, Draco swallowed for the first time. That made Draco's tongue wiggle around, and Lucius briefly closed his eyes as he allowed his cock to slowly harden. He did nothing to stop it, and as the minutes continue to go by, Draco was forced to swallow pre over and over again which just stimulated him further and he didn't do anything until Draco finally went limp in his lap with a low whine to indicate he finally gave up.
"Good boy," Lucius murmured as he reached under the desk to stroke Draco's hair. "Start sucking on it like a lolli, Draco. Remember, no drooling or making a mess."
Draco began to noisily slurp, and while it didn't qualify as a good blow job, it was still his son so he enjoyed it immensely. Draco's soft, velvety tongue kept properly licking over his slit to prevent any accidents, at least, so Lucius focused on that until he was close to coming.
"I'm going to give you the first dose of essence now, Draco," he warned. "Drink all of it up. If you spill a single drop I will be very disappointed."
Draco made a glurging hum of acknowledgement, and Lucius leaned back in his chair so he could look under the desk. There, silent and in tears, Draco's lips were stretched obscenely around his cock and his hands were on the edges of the chair in between Lucius' legs to keep him braced up. He definitely looked uncomfortable, but that was the point of punishment. He made eye contact with Draco and didn't break it until he abruptly grabbed Draco's head to keep him in place as he began to come.
"Drink it," he snarled out in pleasure, and Draco squeezed out more tears as his throat furiously worked to take it all in. It was pathetic how easy it was to frighten his son to make him obey, but he would train him out of it.
Once his cock was spent and started to grow sensitive to Draco's continued attempts at sucking and licking, he pulled Draco's head back by the hair so that his cock would fall out. The new position forced Draco's mouth open, and Lucius leaned in to look down his throat to make sure everything was swallowed. Satisfied by what he saw, he pushed his chair back, then he leaned forward to pick Draco up by under his armpits, pulled the sniveling boy out from under his desk, then sat him up in his lap.
"Good boy," he praised as he rubbed Draco's back. "Remember that I also went through what you are about to go through and stop crying."
Draco nodded as he furiously rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his palms. "S-sorry, father," he choked out. "I will pay attention better in the future."
"That's all I'm asking," Lucius said with a nod of approval, amused that Draco was already calming down from a few kind words and touches. "However now it is time to prepare you for the next thing. Get off me, undress, and make sure to fold your clothes neatly on the other chair. You will need to get dressed after we are done."
"Yes, father," Draco said, much more obedient now.
Draco climbed down off of Lucius, and Lucius started clearing off his desk as he watched his son undress. Pale, creamy skin was slowly revealed, and when Draco went to stop with his underwear off, Lucius raised an eyebrow and nodded once to indicate that those, too, must go. It had been a while since he had seen his son fully naked - not since he was a toddler and didn't want to wear clothes - so he appraised his son's form.
"Keep your hands to your side and turn around slowly so I can properly look at you," he ordered when Draco went to cover his front with his hands.
His son obediently dropped his hands as he began to blush, and with his head down, he slowly shuffled around in a circle. He was thin, or perhaps slim and sleek was the description, but there a layer of baby fat over what little muscles he had that gave him a bit of padding. That fat would one day be replaced with lithe muscles, but for now he was definitely an under developed child. His penis was no bigger than a finger, there was not a single hair on his body, and his little pink nipples were perfectly round. His lower back had cute dimples right above his bottom, and now that there were no clothes in the way, he could see a proper curve there though it was small.
"You showered before you came in as I told you to do, correct?"
"Yes, father."
"Good. Come here and bend over the table right in front of me. I will be cleansing out your insides better."
Draco fearfully quivered in his spot for a couple seconds, then he took a deep breath and tried to more confidently move towards Lucius. His steps betrayed his anxiety, though. They were a little unsteady and a little shorter than they should be, and once he got within a couple feet of Lucius, they turned into a shuffle as he got between Lucius and his desk and he got on his tiptoes to bend over.
Lucius reached down to pull Draco up a little higher onto the desk so he was properly bent over, and his toes barely skimmed the carpeted floor. "Hands behind your back," he ordered. "It will make it easier if I tie you down."
"Am I getting another spanking again, father?" Draco asked in a quaky tone.
"No, not if you obey."
Draco shifted to move his hands behind his back, and Lucius used the incarcerous spell to bind them wrist to elbow. Little boys were flexible so besides a little wiggle to adjust to the new position, his son showed no discomfort. He did whimper when Lucius cast a second spell to blindfold him, then he grabbed one of Draco's butt cheeks to spread him open so he could see the little pink pucker.
"Father?" Draco asked in a voice made high by uncertainty and fear.
"Be silent," he ordered as he began to press the tip of his wand inside. "If you had paid attention you would understand the duty I must perform."
Draco whimpered when Lucius' wand got past the rim, then he held it still until Draco relaxed around it. That was when he cast three spells in quick succession; a cleaning charm, a lubrication charm, then a stretching spell, and Draco yelped.
"I said be silent!" he scolded as he pulled his wand out of the now slick passage. "If I have to tell you that one more time, you will be spanked."
Draco nodded as he swallowed hard, and Lucius smirked. He stepped back so he could kneel down to untie his shoes, and he put them both neatly to the side before he let his already open pants drop. Those were draped across the back of the chair, and then he opened up a drawer, took out the libido potion, then drank it.
He planned to milk this moment for everything he could.
"One of the things I'm sure you missed were the nuances of losing your innocence," he drawled in a silky tone as he moved up behind Draco, his cock already reacting to the potion. He reached down and started kneading the boy's pale butt while Draco wiggled with discomfort. "Malfoys always learn what it means to be innocent on the very day they lose it." Lucius grinned as he let go of one cheek to line his cock up to Draco's hole, then he began to rub it up and down so he could smear lubrication on it. "You may cry and scream, but you are not to speak."
Draco trembled hard, and that was when Lucius pressed his hips forward. Draco's mouth went wide with shock as his hole went wide to take Lucius, and when his head popped in, Draco let out an ear piercing scream. Lucius groaned at how tight his son's hold was and could see how it was no longer pink. It was more pale than the flesh around it from bloodlessness, and he abrupty thrust his hips to force another two inches in.
"NOOOOO!" Draco screamed. "OWOWOW TAKE IT OUT!!"
Lucius raised a hand up high, then he brought it down on Draco's butt. "I. Told. You. No. Talking!" he said, each word accompanied by a spank that tightened Draco's hole so much that he he would have been squeezed out had he also not been bearing down in anticipation of it. Draco shrieked and cried over the spanks, and then Lucius grabbed his little hips and pulled Draco back to impale him on his cock by another inch which made Draco shriek again. "I will not be gentle if I have to tell you that again!"
Draco let out a choked sob as he nodded his head, and Lucius sneered with disgust at the drool and the snot he could see leaking out over his desk. However he wasn't going to punish his son for something he couldn't help. He released Draco's hips and started to rub the red hand prints to soothe the burn, and every shake of Draco's little body as he sobbed hard sent a jolt of pleasure through his cock.
Lucius waited like that until Draco petered off into softer cries, then he pulled back and admired the red streaks of blood on his shaft. Then deciding that he didn't want to cause too much damage, he grabbed his wand and cast a lubrication charm on his cock before he slowly pressed back in as deep as he had been in the first place.
Draco's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as he gulped down some air, then he keened in pain. "Good boy," Lucius praised as he started to slowly and shallowly fuck his son. "Lean into the pain. Take it into your heart and become one with it. Then guard yourself against it in the future."
Lucius pressed one hand down on Draco's lower back and began to push in a little deeper. He stopped only when Draco let out another high shriek, and he kept shallowly fucking in the new spot to stretch his son out and allowed him to adjust. He eventually worked his way completely inside, and that was when he stopped pinning his heir down and allowed him to cry, squirm, and uselessly kick to the side while he closed his eyes and enjoyed the movements around his cock.
Eventually, it wasn't enough though. He was close, and he wanted to come.
Lucius grabbed Draco's hips and started pushing and pulling him off and on his cock. It renewed the screaming and the crying, and Lucius ignored the kicks that landed on his legs since they were too weak to hurt. He used his son like a cock sleeve for several minutes, grunting with pleasure the whole time, then he shoved his cock in as deep as it could go and flooded Draco with the very essence that gave birth to him in the first place.
There was a loud hiss, a flash of red light around Draco's waist, and that proved the deed was done.
Lucius, however, was not done. His own father had waited until he was thirteen and had been very gentle with him, but he was not his father. He loved that he had violently ripped away his son's virginity. Because of the potion, his cock was still hard. And he intended to make Draco also love what Lucius was doing to him.
"Calm down and relax, son," Lucius said. "I won't be moving for a bit, I promise."
Draco nodded as he continued to cry, and Lucius tenderly began to stroke Draco's hair while his eyes roamed all over Draco's body to remember this image forever. His son, broken and bleeding under him, his purity lost forever.
Delicious.
"The worst part is over, son," he coo'ed as he continued to stroke Draco's hair. "If you relax, I will make it all better."
Draco more quietly sobbed as he nodded again, and Lucius sharply grinned down at his poor, naive heir. At least this experience would teach Draco to not blindly trust anybody once he truly understood what happened in a few years. Not even his own father. Malfoys trusted nobody.
Once Draco exhausted himself from crying and went limp, Lucius decided that was good enough and slowly began to pull out. His cock was now streaked with blood and pink and white come, and he admired the view until he was nearly out. That was when he started to shallowly thrust into Draco, rotating his hips as he did to get various angles, and after a few minutes of testing he felt his son jolt and tighten around him and started hitting that spot consistently.
"See, it can feel good," he crooned to his son who was breathing heavily and whimpering with pleasure. "Tell me how much you like it, Draco. You may speak to say that."
"F-feels good, father," Draco hiccuped.
"You should also be thanking me for taking care of you."
"Thank you, father," Draco said, then moaned when Lucius thrust to hit Draco's prostate directly. "What is that?"
"Never you mind that for now," Lucius said. "Just know that until you head to Hogwarts, I will be making you feel good like this every night if you are a good boy. If you ask, I might even do it over the summer after your first year, too."
Draco gave a tiny nod, and his mouth opened so that more moans could spill out. When he started getting to the shorter ahn ahn ahns that synced with Lucius's thrusts, he began to drool and Lucius knew he was close. That was when he started going deeper once more, pulling out to that same spot before he thrust further inside, and Draco cried out as he started coming on his cock.
Lucius immediately felt under Draco and grinned wide when he felt that Draco was not orgasming anything out. His little son was too under developed for anything more than a couple drops of clear liquid. He scooped it up with one finger and sucked it clean as he started pounding into his son who couldn't stop coming, and a few minutes later Lucius followed a completely insensate Draco over the edge.
Lucius untied his son and removed the blindfold once he caught his breath, then he rolled Draco onto his side and put a leg on his shoulder so that he could reach a bit more deeper when he began to thrust again. Draco was so sensitive that his body kept getting wracked with orgasms, and the only sounds he could make were mewls and moans as Lucius used him over the next few hours.
After that, Draco was happy to have Lucius join him in bed every night. Narcissa was unhappy about it, but since it was a Malfoy tradition, she didn't intervene or get angry on behalf of her son. He trained Draco up to be a great little cock slut, making him enjoy the taste of his come and using him like a sex toy as he bounced him up and down in his lap. Then it was time for Draco to attend Hogwarts, so Lucius had to let him go.
Draco did not realize what had happened was wrong until he was sixteen. It was a Malfoy family secret, and every summer and winter break he would ask Lucius to fuck him. That made Draco culpable for his own actions - or made Draco believe he was culpable for them - so he didn't confront his father about it.
The catalyst for why his son stopped having sex was when Lucius offered him up to the Dark Lord to fuck during the winter break of fifth year. The Dark Lord gleefully took the invitation and 'sullied' his son every day. When his son confronted him about it the night before he was to return to Hogwarts, Lucius pointed out that the only reason Draco had not liked it was because it hadn't felt as good as when Lucius did it. His son, not knowing any better, stalked away with a humiliated blush and refused to have sex with his father again.
Lucius didn't mind since Draco had gotten far too old for his tastes by then...