A Slave to a Slave

Eve : I hadn’t actually thought of restraints. Thanks so much for mentioning them. I’ll be sure to add that kink.
starstruck86 : I hope you enjoy Draco’s punishment. Here’s the chapter.
Hambares : I’m so glad you liked the end. It seemed like a deviant and possessive thing to do to someone while they’re asleep, so very like I imagine Snape’s subconscious to be.

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An hour later, Harry and Severus were sitting across from each other at the dining room table. Harry was poking at the strange food on his plate, and Severus was carving some sort of root with a knife, his empty plate catching the shavings as he discarded them.

“Stop playing with your food and eat.” Severus growled at his dinner companion.

Harry lowered his head sheepishly, speared a bit of something pink, and put it in his mouth. Harry’s face lit up in surprise as the sweet flavor melted over his tongue. Once he’d swallowed, he sat up straight, eyes widened, looking at his master.

“What is this stuff, Master? It’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted! Like I’d imagine candy tasted! Is this candy? Can I really have candy for dinner, Master?”

Severus chuckled at his slave, but his eyes never left his carving. “It is not candy, my slave, and you never will have candy for dinner. I will not tolerate sugar-hyped children.” He cast a stern eye Harry’s way. “What you just ate is called Watermelon. Everything on your plate is either a fruit or a vegetable. They are good for you, and they taste good. You will eat everything on your plate, even the things that may not taste as good as the melon.” Severus returned to his carving.

Harry cast his eyes back to his plate, deciding to try some of the other colors, wanting to save the delicious pink stuff for last. He speared something orange and found that it tasted similar to the pink but silkier, less sweet, different but still incredible. Next he tried a bright red. It had a slight zing to it but was overall sweet and delicious.

Harry continued trying different colored fruits and vegetables, enjoying most of them, and he quickly finished. He pushed his plate toward the center of the table.

“I’m done, Master.”

“Excellent. Go knock on Lucius’ door. Tell him it is time for Draco to be punished. When you are done, kneel by the fireplace, facing the room.” Harry stood and quickly moved to comply.

Severus walked to a nearby cabinet. He opened the doors and perused the contents before pulling out a 30” riding crop. After closing the doors, he picked up the carved root and set them on the table next to his usual chair. He pulled his wand from his pocket and transfigured another small table into a step horse: a small altar like apparatus that has a low bench for the knees and a higher bench for the upper chest to lean on.

Lucius and Blaise entered the room first. Lucius sat in his usual armchair and unzipped his pants. Harry watched, wide-eyed, as Lucius summoned Blaise to stand before him with his back to him. Lucius reached out and roughly pulled the plug from his slave’s ass. Blaise’s groan at the empty feeling was soon replaced by a loud moan as Lucius yanked him onto his lap, situating his cock and Blaise so that the black boy sat directly down onto it, impaling himself. Harry could barely make out the gentle rocking of Lucius’ hips under the boy. Blaise’s face, Harry noted, was twisted in ecstasy, and Harry decided to release all anxiety he had about having sex. Maybe all this pleasure his master was showing him really did lead up to the best sex ever instead of all the pain he’d seen others endure at the hands of the Dark Lord.

As soon as Draco entered the room, Severus grabbed him by his hair and dragged him to the step horse. He used his wand to conjure ropes to hold the young man in place, his ass presented to the room at large.

“State your crime.”

“I disobeyed your orders, Master Severus.” Severus grabbed his crop and brought it down swiftly and hard across Draco’s already bruised and marked ass.

“State your crime.”

“I... I kissed your slave without your permission?” The absence of a strike from the crop told Draco he’d gotten it right, and he sighed in relief.

“Your crime will be punished by thirty strikes from the crop and no release for twenty-four hours.” Draco whimpered at this statement, knowing his father would abide by Severus’ decision.

Severus grabbed the root off the table and shoved it in Draco’s face.

“Do you know what this is, Draco?”

Draco shook his head. “No, sir.” The chuckle Severus gave in response sounded slightly sadistic.

“This, slave, is ginger. Do you know what ginger is used for?”

“You eat it?” Severus brought the crop down again. “Sir?”

“Yes, catamite, you can eat it, but it can also be used as a form of punishment. I am going to insert this is your anal cavity. It will stay there throughout your punishment.”

Severus pulled out the plug already in Draco’s ass and pushed in the ginger one. Draco felt a slight burn as it stretched his anus, but other than that it just presented a less than fulfilling feeling of having something not quite big enough in him.

Severus smirked as he watched Draco’s muscles relax.

“Harry, count for me.”

Severus pulled his arm back before whipping the boy at his feet once.

“One.” Harry’s voice was hesitant but loud enough to ensure that Severus heard him.

Draco screamed. As his muscles had tensed from the whipping, his internal muscles had tightened around the root inside him, and Draco felt the burn from the root. It was uncomfortable but not unbearable. He relaxed his muscles again, feeling the sensation ease.

Over the next ten minutes Severus repeatedly brought the crop down over Draco’s ass, covering it in thirty long red stripes. By the time Severus set the whip aside, Draco was screaming. Tears streaked his face. He was nearly incoherent.

“Please, please... it burns... I can’t take it... it burns so bad... please, Master... Daddy.... please...”

Severus unwound the ropes and ran a hand down Draco’s back.

“You’re okay. No permanent damage. No bleeding. You’re okay. Through your punishment you are forgiven. Breathe, little one.” Severus helped Draco to sit up and conjured a damp, cool cloth to clean Draco’s face. “Crawl over to Harry.”

Draco obeyed, and Severus walked to his potions cabinet. He removed a small tub of soothing cream. He walked over to Harry and handed it to him.

“Rub this on the whip marks. You may remove the ginger after you are done.”

Harry nodded and unscrewed the lid. He gently began to rub the cream into Draco’s ass, trying to cause the boy as little pain as possible.

Severus settled into his chair and turned his eyes to Lucius who by now was roughly lifting Blaise up and down on his cock. The black boy was pulling on the chains between his nipples and navel in time with Lucius’ thrusts. From the look of Blaise’s cock, the slave would have come three times by now had it not been for the golden cock ring that managed to blend in with his other piercings.

“Lucius, the last time I saw Blaise he did not have all those piercings. What possessed you to decorate him thus?”

Lucius grunted and slammed Blaise down hard onto his cock. His face made it obvious he had just cum. Lucius took a moment to catch his breath before leaning Blaise over and slowly lowering him to the floor on his hands and knees, using himself as plug until Blaise was positioned so that his cum wouldn’t drip out. When he pulled out, Lucius pushed the plug back into the boy, ensuring his cum stayed in. He patted Blaise on the ass and ordered him to go laze on the rug in front of the fire with the other two boys.

“I allowed the boy to go on vacation with his father to Morocco. He left with nipple and navel piercings. He came back with the rest. His father insists that each ring was blessed by a priest. They supposedly ensure fertility, bring good luck, and enhance sexual pleasure for a female. I’m not sure about any of those three things, but they do make for a beautiful looking slave.”

Severus nodded. “Will you grant the boy release?”

“Yes. I’ll have Draco suck him off once Harry is done with his ass.” With this statement both men turned their heads to watch the three boys sitting before the fireplace. Harry had just finished with the soothing cream and was closing the jar to set aside.

Harry leaned forward and, with two fingers, slowly began to wiggle the ginger root out of Draco. Each tug caused Draco to wince. Once the root slipped free, Draco released the breath he’d been holding. Harry lifted his eyes to his master, silently asking what to do with the root.

“Throw it in the fire, Harry. Then crawl over and get his plug.” Harry obeyed and then gently slid the plug into Draco’s tormented ass.

Lucius whispered the incantation to release Blaise’s cock ring. “Suck him off, Draco.”

Draco maneuvered himself so he was lying between Blaise’s spread legs. He swiped his tongue over the head and then used his tongue to flip every ring that was pierced into the underside of Blaise’s cock.

Blaise relaxed back, propping himself up on his hands. He used this position to gently thrust up, encouraging Draco to take him into his mouth. Draco did as asked and slowly swallowed around his companion’s cock until the whole thing was in his mouth. He then withdrew slowly, gently scraping his bottom teeth over the rings, pulling gently, and sucking harshly. By the time Draco reached the head, Blaise was cumming. Draco swallowed it all and then rested his head on the boy’s thigh, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

Lucius chuckled. “Why don’t you boys nap for a bit? Severus and I need to run some errands before dawn arrives.”

Severus stood. “I agree. We’ll be back in a couple of hours. Obey the usual rules, and do not, I repeat, do not let anybody into the house while we are gone.”

As the three boys settled down to lay on the rug before the fire forming a dog-pile of human flesh, the two men left the house, sealing the wards behind them, and locking the doors.