"So, Malfoy, wanna go back the common room and play some Exploding Snap?" Alphard Black asked.
Lucius had just finished his meal and was trying to come up with a way to get rid of his annoying friend. He didn't want anyone to know where he was going.
"Hey, Black," Lucius spoke up for the first time in the entire meal, "I dare you to go and talk to that girl."
He motioned at a 3rd year Slytherin, sitting at the other end of the table.
"Why?" Black's eyes grew wide, "she's not even that pretty, and all of her friends are around her."
"Well, if you're too scared..."
"I'm not a coward, watch me!"
Lucius smirked; that had worked well enough. He waited until Black had gone far enough away and then slipped out of the Great Hall before anyone else could question him.
This was going to be a breeze, Lucius thought to himself, strolling through the castle. Whatever the Head Boy had in mind wasn't going to be too bad anyway. Riddle probably wanted to make the detention confidential because he respected the Malfoy name. Lucius beamed, he bet he was the only first-year that ever got to be personally invited to the Head Boy's own private room.
The little boy turned the corner and stopped in the middle of the hallway. He was sure this was the one that Tom Riddle had described to him. Lucius looked around at the pictures and tried to decide which one was the door to the Head Boy room. Riddle had said that the portrait of Salazar Slytherin guarded his room.
Lucius looked at a portrait of a scowling man with a bushy mustache and decided that the frame was about the size of a doorway. Not knowing the password, Lucius raised a tentative hand to knock on the wall next to the portrait. The man kept scowling down at him and Lucius shrunk away, not so sure anymore that this was the right hallway.
Lucius frowned and decided to leave, when he saw the picture that was behind him swing open.
"Enter," a voice spoke from inside.
Lucius hesitated before stepping over the small divider into the room. He brought his other foot up, but ended up tripping and landing flat on his face.
Lucius heard soft footsteps towards him and then felt a hand, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him to his feet.
"Are you hurt?"
Lucius blushed under the intense gaze of Tom Riddle. He was making a complete fool of himself. The older Slytherin would never take him seriously if Lucius kept making these mistakes.
"Fine," Lucius mumbled, looking away.
Tom released his grip on the fragile child's arm, and instead placed a hand on the small of his back, ushering him into the room.
Lucius allowed himself to be led to the middle of the room. He noticed that there was a raised, cushioned platform on his left. It was covered with a towel and had a pillow on one end of it. Lucius vaguely remembered his mother lying on one, getting a massage from a therapeutic healer. Looking to the massage table's left, he saw a basket of assorted oils and lotions.
"So, what am I doing for my detention?" Lucius asked with confused eyes.
"You will be relieving my stress, Lucius," Tom answered, "I will instruct you on how to use the body oils."
The small boy nodded, "O-okay."
Tom's eyes narrowed, "While serving your detention, Lucius, you shall address me as sir. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," Lucius managed not to stutter.
Tom seemed to relax a bit. Everything was going perfectly. This next part shouldn't be too hard.
"Lucius, why don't you take off your robe, you probably wouldn't want to get it dirty," Tom suggested helpfully.
The Malfoy nodded and pulled his robe over his head. He was left standing in his trousers and a shirt.
"Your shoes too, I don't want my carpet to get dirty," Tom said, walking into his bathroom.
Lucius nodded and sat down to tug his shoes off. He succeeded in his task, and then placed them neatly beside his folded robe in the corner. He wouldn't want to make the room messy.
"I'm just going to put on a towel, so you can use the oils for the massage," Tom called from the bathroom.
Lucius caught himself nodding again, even though Tom couldn't see him. You couldn't use oils on someone who was wearing clothes, after all.
A minute later, Tom walked out again. The only thing he was wearing was a towel around his waist. Lucius gasped, he had never seen anyone with muscles like that before. He had once snuck into the Quidditch changing room to see if the other boys looked like him, but they were hairy and didn't have any muscles.
Tom, on the other hand, was completely smooth all over, and had nice abs and biceps that Lucius hoped he'd have when he turned Tom's age.
Tom strolled over to the table and laid on it, face down. Lucius, receiving no further instruction, walked towards him.
"What am I supposed to do now, sir?"
"Choose an oil and massage it into my back, shoulders, and neck, is that too hard to comprehend?" Tom asked, irritated.
"No sir," Lucius replied, rolling up his sleeves.
He looked at the basket and decided to choose one at random. Lucius struggled to take off the cap, and then poured some on his tiny hands. It was warm. He put the bottle down and hesitated, not knowing where to start.
Tom grew impatient, "Can you manage rubbing the oil into my shoulders, or would that be too difficult?"
Lucius was eager to show Tom that he could follow instructions, so he put his hands on the tall boy's shoulders and began to knead the oil into his skin. Lucius worked his hands up to the base of Tom's neck and massaged it as best he could.
"Lower," Tom moaned, reveling in the feel of his pet's small hands on his body.
Lucius poured some of the warm oil right onto Tom's broad back and rubbed the oil into his tense muscles. Lucius could feel him relaxing even more, and was excited that he was doing a good job.
"I feel a lot better," Tom said, "but, my thighs are still really tense."
"I could do it, sir!" Lucius said, "I think I'm getting good at this."
"Excellent, Lucius, I always knew you were a bright boy."
Tom flipped onto his back, and slid his towel up a bit to grant Lucius access.
Lucius put some more oil on his hands and then placed them right above Tom's knees, massaging the oil into his thighs. Lucius moved a little higher, but stopped about mid-thigh.
"Higher," Tom ordered.
"B-but, sir, the towel is blocking-"
"Here, let me help you with that."
Tom un-tucked the towel from around his waist and tossed it onto the floor.
"Now you can finish."
Lucius tried not to stare. Tom's was much bigger than his, and it was half-up. Lucius tried to keep massaging, but he couldn't concentrate. His hands were still going higher and higher up Tom's thighs.
Tom noticed Lucius eyeing him, "Staring at anything in particular, Lucius?"
The little boy blushed for what seemed like the millionth time that day.
"I-I just, it looks so, so… well… mine isn't like it… mine isn't as… uhh…" Lucius stumbled over his words.
"That's because you're still growing, Lucius," Tom gave him a fatherly smile, "here, let me show you."
Tom took Lucius' hand, still coated in oil, and guided it to his erection.
"Here, just move your hand up and down, like that, you can use your other hand too."
Lucius tried not to let Tom know that he was scared. He had never seen one of these up close before, besides his own. Lucius brought his other hand up to join, and tried to do his best to please Tom. Maybe he'd be let out of the detention earlier if he cooperated.
Tom let out a low groan; Lucius looked so innocent, with his baby-like hands wrapped around his erection.
"Why don't you try using your mouth as well?" Tom suggested.
Lucius whimpered, "Can't I be done now, please, sir?"
Tom couldn't resist running his hands through the boy's silky locks, before tightening his grip and pulling Lucius' head down to his cock.
"You're doing great so far, Lucius," Tom purred, "keep going."
Lucius stuck out his tongue and tentatively licked pre-cum off of the tip of Tom's member. He knew that it wouldn't be enough, so Lucius started licking as much of Tom's erection as he could reach.
Tom growled in frustration, "Start sucking."
Lucius wrapped his perfect, little lips around the head and without any real technique, started sucking as hard as he could.
"Deeper," Tom commanded.
Lucius tried to fit as much of Tom in his mouth as he could without gagging. He was still sucking, and his cheeks were hollowed around Tom's cock.
"Look at me," Tom ordered.
Lucius brought his eyes up to match Tom's gaze. He looked so angelic like that, Tom thought. His eyes were shining, and he looked almost as if he was lost inside a scary place that his parents had warned him not to play in. Tom absorbed Lucius' helpless look with a greedy gaze.
"I'd suggest you start swallowing, if you don't want to choke," Tom said, before he began to push his cock deeper into Lucius' throat.
The first-year started gagging, and tried to pull back, but Tom's tight grip on his hair kept his head in place. Lucius started swallowing, and Tom's cock finally pushed past the tight ring of muscle deeper into Lucius' throat. A couple more pushes, and the 11-year-old boy's nose was nested in Tom's pubic hair.
"Beautiful," Tom whispered.
Tears were streaming freely down Lucius' face now. He closed his eyes to avoid the stare of the Head Boy and worked on not throwing up.
Lucius was desperate, he couldn't breathe at all. He knew the only way to make Tom stop was to do what he said, so Lucius started sucking harder than he had been before, if that was even possible.
"Open, your eyes," Tom snarled.
It took all of his willpower for Lucius to do just that. Tom felt an animalistic sense of triumph, as he looked mockingly into Lucius' teary eyes. With one last thrust into the boy's abused mouth, Tom came, and spewed his load down Lucius' throat.
The Head Boy pulled out, and Lucius gulped down gasps of air, grateful for the oxygen. He flinched when Tom finished spewing bitter come all over his face.
"You look so amazing, covered in my come, Lucius," Tom praised.
Lucius tried not to break down sobbing as Tom decided to rub his essence into Lucius' face. He curled up into a little ball on the edge of the massage table after Tom finished smearing it over his face.
Tom smiled and leaned over to kiss Lucius on the forehead.
His plan was working out quite nicely.