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gala_applesfor ladylilypotter
Lies, it's all lies.
Harry/Charlie
non-con from a pov that thinks it was consensual.
Harry’s been taught something. Something about pleasing others.
At first, it was hard for him to learn. He never seemed to get the point, that it wasn’t about having fun, it was about granting the other pleasure. It wasn’t about who could come first, it was about who could make who come how.
But I showed him a few things, and he endured a few things. And now he knows. And if he claims he hadn’t wanted to do what I taught him, which I predict he will say, he’s lying.
Everyone, even the famous Boy who Lived needed a bit of discipline sometimes. So, when he got out of line, he got paddled. I also had a whip, and a cane, and of course my bare hand if we were caught somewhere and we were desperate. But the paddle was my- I mean his- favourite.
And then, when he was a good boy, and we got to having fun, I showed him how to last. I would drive him to the edge, then pause and get myself a drink, drive him to the edge, then pause to go to the bathroom, drive him to the edge then pause and get up to comb my hair. All of course with his hands tied, so he couldn’t relieve himself. What kind of lasting power would he have if he could masturbate?
None, that’s what. And he should be proud of how I helped him. Not claim rape and other stupid things.
Lies, it's all lies.
Harry/Charlie
non-con from a pov that thinks it was consensual.
Harry’s been taught something. Something about pleasing others.
At first, it was hard for him to learn. He never seemed to get the point, that it wasn’t about having fun, it was about granting the other pleasure. It wasn’t about who could come first, it was about who could make who come how.
But I showed him a few things, and he endured a few things. And now he knows. And if he claims he hadn’t wanted to do what I taught him, which I predict he will say, he’s lying.
Everyone, even the famous Boy who Lived needed a bit of discipline sometimes. So, when he got out of line, he got paddled. I also had a whip, and a cane, and of course my bare hand if we were caught somewhere and we were desperate. But the paddle was my- I mean his- favourite.
And then, when he was a good boy, and we got to having fun, I showed him how to last. I would drive him to the edge, then pause and get myself a drink, drive him to the edge, then pause to go to the bathroom, drive him to the edge then pause and get up to comb my hair. All of course with his hands tied, so he couldn’t relieve himself. What kind of lasting power would he have if he could masturbate?
None, that’s what. And he should be proud of how I helped him. Not claim rape and other stupid things.
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Date: 2004-12-24 10:44 am (UTC)None, that’s what. And he should be proud of how I helped him. Not claim rape and other stupid things. That was my favourite line. Or three. I loved that bit!
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Date: 2004-12-26 08:05 pm (UTC)