NUMBER THE SEVENTY-FIFTH: Summary: Lucius Malfoy's prepares his twelve year old son on his first night in order for Draco to take his place at his fathers side as his catamite. Draco is a straight boy not even fully aware of the opposite sex before he is "introduced".

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I knew this day would come.

I have dreaded it, and denied it, and tried to put it out of my mind, but like the dawn and the tide, my Lord's commands are inexorable.

I could no more deny His wishes than my father could have, when it was my turn.

But I will do more for my son than my father ever did for me: I will prepare Draco as best I can. Luckily for the both of us, the Dark Lord cares little if his catamites are virgins; only that they are young, and pureblood, and beautiful. My beloved Draco is all three, and Voldemort had his eye on him since birth.

I am faithful to my Lord, and would never think of defying his wishes.

But I do not have to be happy about it.

And I will make sure that Draco has some small idea of what is in store for him before he goes to my Lord's bed.

Unlike me.

I force those unpleasant memories from my head as I call Draco to my private rooms.

At least we have tonight.

Draco's timid knocks make me jump slightly; I bid him enter. I hold my breath as I look upon him; so young, so perfect, so delicate for a boy. No wonder Voldemort has called for him. My Lord will only take a boy when he starts to develop; he knows just how to wring reactions from his toys and requires that they be capable of fully feeling pleasure. Or pain.

I take a deep breath, and as Draco sits on the huge bed beside me, I begin to explain.

By the end of my tale, Draco's hands are curled into tight little fists and his eyes are fixed firmly on the very expensive rug at our feet. I expect anger, defiance, something, but he only looks at me, and asks me if it will hurt.

I tell him the rest; that I can do things to make it easier for him, to prepare him; and he agrees, never even asking the impossible, that I not send him.

Draco is a Malfoy; he knows his duty.

I tell him to get undressed, and climb up on the bed; he does so, a pink blush gracing his porcelain skin. I try not to watch as his young body is revealed; but Draco is truly beautiful, and I cannot tear my eyes away.

I hope my Lord appreciates his newest prize.

Draco is twelve, and I know not whether he has even developed an interest in girls yet, or boys for that matter. It is immaterial; my Lord will make him feel pleasure even if he doesn't want to.

I know my son will survive his time with my Lord; I did, after all, and countless others before and since. Physically, he will be fine; mentally is another matter.

I will do what I can to help.

Draco lies on the bed, covering himself with his hands until I command him to stop. I tell him that our Lord will not favor shyness, or modesty. I stand next to the bed, and look at my son.

I cannot deny the first stirrings of arousal as I look upon him. My own son. But so perfect, so innocently sensual.

I sit on the bed next to him, and tell him what I must do. I must touch him, everywhere, so that it will not hurt as much. I ask, as I must: has he had any experience with sex? He shakes his head, quickly, and confirms what I already know.

He is truly innocent.

After tonight, he will no longer be so.

I start on his smooth chest, running one hand down, just brushing over his little pink nipples, watching them harden involuntarily. His eyes are open, but staring at the bed curtains fixedly. His blush intensifies as my hand moves lower, my fingers trailing over his soft cock, touching him where no one else has. I bury a quick flash of triumph that I will do this first, for it is heresy to think this way.

A glance at his face tells me that he has closed his eyes now, as I touch him intimately. But he complies instantly when I tell him to spread his legs. I continue my examination of him, sliding my fingers under to cup his balls and knead them softly. My fingers stray farther, just ghosting over his entrance before easing past and down his creamy thighs.

Time to stop playing games. I shift, climbing up on the bed and settling between his spread thighs. He looks up at me for a brief moment, eyes wide, before looking away again. I place my hands on his thighs, lightly, and I can feel the muscles tense. I tell him to relax, though I know it's wasted. Hopefully, soon, he can forget his nervousness and just enjoy. I realise with a start that I'm fully aroused, kneeling between my naked twelve year old son's legs. I cannot pause to reflect on how twisted I am; my eyes rake over his exposed body and I realise I want him. Want to fuck my son. My hands start to tremble as I run them up, up the silky skin of his inner thighs, spreading him open to my hungry eyes. I push his thighs open as far as they will go, pushing his legs up so that his pink entrance is completely exposed.

Draco makes a soft sound, but I cannot tear my eyes away; my trapped arousal pulses, so close to his entrance, so close to his tight body. I move my hands down until they are framing his virgin opening, my thumbs just brushing at the soft flesh of his buttocks. I move my thumbs nearer, spreading his buttocks apart, then closer still, until they ghost over the tender skin. Again, I move my thumb; he's so open to me, spread open, so vulnerable, I can do whatever I want, nothing is forbidden... I brush against the sensitive entrance more firmly now, pressing just slightly, moving my thumb in circles.

I glance quickly up at Draco's face; his eyes are shut tight, and he's flushed, but as I look back I see that his cock is beginning to harden. I move my thumb up, rubbing at the sensitive spot just below his balls; he gasps audibly now, and his cock rises faster. This only increases my need; to know that my son will enjoy what I must do to him makes me nearly moan.

But I must not move too quickly. I instruct him to turn over now, onto his hands and knees. He does so without a word, looking embarrassed at his arousal. I reassure him that this is normal, it's meant to feel good, and he presents his bottom to me, lowering his head to the bed and raising himself perfectly. I'm hard as a rock now, my cock pressing against my trousers almost painfully. Draco is perfect.

I summon a jar of oil to my side. My hands are almost shaking as I raise them again, to knead gently at Draco's buttocks. I cannot get enough of the feel of his skin, the way he's so open for me... I tell him to spread his legs farther apart, and I can see that his cock is now hard against his belly. My own is wet, aching. I knead again, spreading him open completely, and I drip a bit of oil down his cleft, letting it run over his entrance. Using my thumb again, I spread the oil over the opening, just pressing, not entering yet. He starts to whimper now, and tries to push back against my finger. I continue to rub in circles, pressing harder, right over the tight ring of flesh.

More oil, and finally I enter him; I press, and my thumb slides inside, and he moans. I can barely hold myself back now, but I must go slowly; I push in and out of Draco's opening with the tip of my thumb. I hold his hips still with my other hand, and he's almost sobbing now.

Slowly, gently, I fuck Draco's ass with one thumb. I know he needs to be stretched so I start to move my thumb around in circles, opening him farther. His body yields beautifully; he gasps and pushes back again. I decide he's ready for more, so I remove my thumb and insert two oiled fingers. The moan that he gives almost makes me lose control and take him now; but with the last of my control I resist, hooking my fingers so that they will brush against his prostate as I move them in and out of his body.

Now his cries turn to growls as I press against that sensitive spot; he doesn't even whimper when I add another finger, twisting them as I thrust. So close now, he's almost ready, and I can't wait any more. I pull my fingers out, ignoring his whimpers, and fairly tear open my trousers. Finally, my cock is freed and with trembling hands I coat it with oil. Draco has turned to watch me and I decide I need to see his face as I take him. I order him to turn over and he scrambles to comply; his eyes are wide and his face is flushed as he looks up at me, spreading his legs as wide as they will go.

Groaning, I position myself, my cock aching with need to possess, and press the head against his small opening. He opens his mouth soundlessly as I slide inside him, larger than my fingers, splitting him apart. I watch, transfixed, as my thick length slides inside him inch by delicious inch, his clenching muscles gripping me and trying to keep me out. I tell him to relax, and then I'm in, balls against him, buried deep inside my own son, who is crying out for me.

I know I could have been more gentle, go more slowly, but no doubt my Lord will not be half as careful as I. Draco tells me he's not hurting, though, so I begin to thrust. It should not feel this good to fuck my twelve year old son. But I am past caring, as I grip his slim hips and he wraps his legs around me.

Faster, faster, I'm starting to pound and Draco starts to scream. I wrap my hand around his cock at last, stroking him roughly, and he arches up off the bed. His hot seed coats my hand, his body tightens around me, and I cannot keep myself from climax.

Blinding, exquisite, no words will suffice as I empty my seed inside my only son; I've taken his virginity and no one else will ever have it. I've prepared him for what lies ahead but I've also made sure part of him will always be mine.

My Draco.