How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

DISCLAIMER: JKR owns everything that is in reference to the Harry Potter world if it is in one of my works of fiction. If it is not found in one of her creations, then it is mine unless otherwise stated. I am not making any profit from the writing of this story.

A/N~ I am going to apologize now for this. I have a feeling I am about to piss alot of people off here, but this had to be written in my opinion.
This chapter deals with the effects of an abusive relationship and what it does not only to the victim, but to the people that try to love them afterward.
Unfortunately in the Lifestyle I am in, I see abusive situations all too often that a so called dominant tries to justify as safe, sane and consensual.
I, myself have been one of the people that have had to go in and pick up the pieces after someone breaks their \'toy\' and tosses it aside. I had a wonderful submissive in my life for a good many years that was so traumatized when he came to me, that he wouldn\'t answer to his name. He had had it beaten into him that he no longer had an individual identity, that he was simply chattel to use as his \'owner\' chose.
People have asked me why I started writing this story, partially it was simple love of the idea, but a bigger reason was to allow people to see the not stereotypical view of the BDSM world. Too many people write things that they really do not understand deep enough and some people that read them believe that what they read is the gospel.
Okay, I am going to shut up now and hope I do not lose too many of you. What I have written is not violently graphic, but it is mentally and emotionally charged. hmmmm.....maybe I am seeing it this way because I have seen it personally. I will understand if you all no longer wish me to post. All I wanted to do was to bring a real view of my lifestyle into your world via two wonderful character...ok..shutting up now.

..Kel




The members of the small wizarding biker group out of West Virginia woke up mid morning to another hot South Dakota day. Not uncommon for August in the Plains states. They were due to leave out of Souix Falls in a little under two hours with a group of bikers that they had partied with the night before out at the Logan spread.
In the small diner where the group had agreed to meet at for breakfast, two couples sat and talked while the others straggled in.
“Are you okay with this Grant?” Severus asked of his friend, he’d just told the man that he and Harry planned to be married and moved to West Virginia as soon as possible. The older man sat in a stunned silence while Severus’ fiancé looked like he was trying to will the floor to open up and swallow him whole.
It hadn’t helped matters when the first thing Damon had done when he saw them that morning was to hand a slip of paper to Harry to give to Severus. Harry had glanced at it and his face flushed the brightest red imaginable. It was the enchantment for a Silencing Charm, they’d forgotten…….again. He’d sheepishly handed the paper to Severus and waited for the explosion to occur. Instead the other man had only laughed and nodded his head.
“Sorry Damon, but I was just a bit distracted.”
“So we heard Sev, so we heard,” Damon laughed.
Grant turned to look at Severus and smiled. He reached out and touched the raven haired man’s cheek.
“I am very happy for you, Severus, but if he hurts you, he needs to know I am going to gut him like I would a chicken.” Grant said sweetly as he picked up the piece of toast Damon had buttered for him and took a bite.
Damon snorted and Harry jerked his head back at the words and the sweet delivery. Severus poured Harry some juice and just nodded.
“Well that went well,” Damon laughed as he took in the pale face on Harry. He leaned over and nudged Harry in the side. “It’s okay Bit, Grant’s bark is worse than his bite.”
Harry looked up at the nickname and rolled his eyes as Severus snorted in laughter.
“NamedafterafuckingdogforMerlin’ssake….”Harry mumbled under his breath.
The rest of the table laughed and resumed eating and talking about the ride ahead of them that would take them their last leg into Sturgis. Severus raised his hand in greeting as Max and Allie came in the door and over to the table.
Pulling out a chair for himself and Allie, Max greeted Damon and Grant and then turned to Sev and Harry.
“Morning Sev, Bit, sleep good?”
“Fine Max,” Severus replied and raised an eyebrow to see what Harry was going to do. It didn’t take long at all.
Harry looked at Max and said one thing, “Woof.”
Max cocked his head and looked at Harry and then at Severus, “You told him?”
“Yes he did Max, why would you name me after a damn dog?” Harry asked, his voice raised, clearly not paying attention that Severus had stopped eating and set his lips in a thin hard line. Max raised an eyebrow and looked at Harry and then at Severus.
Severus placed his hand over Harry’s wrist and squeezed it enough to get the younger man’s attention. Harry turned immediately and looked up into the face of a very angry Severus, he fell silent in an instant and then looked around him.
The other Doms were watching him and his Master. The submissives were busy looking anywhere but at the couple. It suddenly dawned on Harry as to what he’d done. He dropped his eyes and silently cursed his stupidity, not only had he gotten smart with another Dominant, a friend of his Master’s, but he’d shamed his Master. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and waited.
Severus’ voice was low and dangerous as he leaned in close to speak into Harry’s ear, “Not another word Mister Potter. You have said quite enough. Now I demand you to get up and take yourself back to our room and think about what you have done to displease me. When I come for you, you will make a full apology to Master Sorens, as well as myself, is this understood?”
Harry nodded that he understood and Severus released his arm and pushed him from the table. “Go on until you learn some manners.”
Harry kept his head down, hot tears spilling from under his lashes as he all but ran from the diner and back to their room. Once inside and the door shut, he knelt in the corner with his head bowed and he thought of the different ways he could have handled the situation. Or even better, he could have kept his mouth shut and let his Master take care of it. He sighed sadly as he waited for Severus’ return. It had been months since he’d been punished like a newbie, as if he’d been taught nothing as to how to behave in public.
He was so ashamed of himself as he knelt there and waited. He did allow himself one small comfort.
The knowledge that this was Master Snape and not the brutal bastard that Harry had been with a few years earlier did much to soothe him. Severus wouldn’t use pain as a punishment with him, at least nothing more than a good paddling if he really needed it. He’d only needed that paddling once from Severus and once had been enough to learn his lesson. He thought back to that occasion and realized that if it had been the other man; he would have never seen the light of day again.
He’d gotten that memorable paddling for undermining Severus’ authority in the classroom; in front of a class of seventh year Ravenclaws and Slytherins, Harry had not only questiones Severus’ methods but had all but called him an abusive bastard toward his students. The older man had nearly wrenched his shoulder from it’s socket as he had dragged Harry down the dungeon hallways and into his chambers, where he had demanded the younger professor to drop trou and bend over his lap as he delivered thirty hard swats while Harry counted and Severus explained why he was so angry and was disciplining in that manner. After Harry had received his punishment, Severus had held him close for a good while and quietly reassured the young submissive that he was not being thrown away and that he was still cherished by his Master.
Severus still kept that oak paddle hung on the back of his bed chamber door as a reminder to Harry that, yes, he would use it if needed. And in turn, Harry never failed to look at that paddle and thank the gods for the gentle strength and restraint of his lover.
Harry knelt there, his knees spread shoulder width apart, his body coming up straight from his knees; he wasn’t allowed to rest his bottom on his heels, his hands resting palms up on his thighs, his head turned slightly to the left and slightly toward the carpet. He waited as he was lost in thought, time standing still for him until he heard the doorknob turn and the door open. He remained in his position and waited for the other man to speak.
Severus walked over to Harry and tilted his face up to him and looked down into the tear filled emerald pools. He noted the tear stains on his cheeks and the hitch in his breath. Severus slowly ran one thumb down his cheek and over his trembling lips.
“Harry,” Severus spoke in a soft voice, “do you know what you have done?”
Harry lowered his eyes and nodded as much as he could with the other man’s hand still cupping his chin.
“Tell me Harry.” Severus ordered quietly, all the while standing over the other man, his hand resting on his cheek. Harry wanting nothing more than to be able to nuzzle his face against that hand, but he knew he had to wait.
“I disrespected you in front of your friends and I disrespected your friend with my rude outburst.” Harry answered as a silent sob wracked his body. He heard the door open again and another person come into the room. He guessed by the sound of the breathing that it was Master Sorens. He knew that Severus had every right to give him over to Max for his punishment. It was written into the contract they had drawn up in the beginning that if Severus trusted another Dominant, he could allow that Dominant the use of Harry for pleasure or punishment as long as Severus remained in the room to monitor the activity. He also knew Severus would make sure that his safe word was respected and would step in to stop things immediately if he himself didn’t like the looks of anything.
The tears were flowing freely again as Severus looked at Max and sighed.
“I’d love to get my hands on that muggle bastard that did this to him.” He was referring to Harry’s mental state at the moment, although much of the fear was left over from childhood atrocities, his former so called dominant had been a psychotic prick that delighted in creating as much physical, mental, and emotional pain as he could for the younger man. Max nodded in agreement as he watched Harry trying to keep it together.
Severus had pulled him to the side that morning after the incident in the diner and explained some of Harry’s past to him; Max had wondered why Severus had been so lenient with the boy, now he knew.
“Harry,” Max said in his rough, gravelly voice, “look at me.”
Harry raised his head enough to look at Max from beneath the unruly fringe hanging in his eyes. His green eyes then darted over to look where Severus was standing.
“Harry, do you have something to say to Master Sorens?” Severus asked quietly, his voice kept deliberately soothing.
“This boy is so sorry Master Sorens. This boy did not mean any disrespect,” Harry began as he bowed his head again, “This boy spoke without thinking and he begs your forgiveness and will accept whatever punishment that you see fit to deliver.”
Max looked down at the trembling sub, it just killed him to see abuse in his lifestyle, and clearly Harry had received the shit end of the deal from someone. Too many idiots played at this like it was a game and far too many people were damaged as a result of abuse that someone claimed was Dominance. It took something far more important than knowing how to tear apart an individual to call onesself a dominant. A good
Dominant would use every skill he or she had to help a submissive grow and spread their wings in life, not clip them and stomp them into the ground like a baby bird. People simply did not understand the strength it takes for one person to submit to another, which had to be one of the hardest things imaginable, to trust someone with your safety and have that trust broken time and again. Harry was strong inside, just slightly bent from the abuse, but fixable.
He knew Harry was a good boy; he just needed a loving hand to guide him and keep him out of trouble. He was glad the boy had Severus in his life; he’d be allowed to grow and blossom under the guidance of the older man. Sev would keep him safe.
Max sat down on the edge of the bed and noticed as Harry’s breathing became more laboured; the boy thought he was going to be hit. Max shook his head.
“Get up here Harry,” Max patted his lap. Harry stood quickly and started to unbutton his jeans to present himself for his punishment. “Stop that Harry.”
Max pulled the younger man down to where he was sitting on his lap and then pushed the hair back from his face. Harry kept his eyes focused on his knees, confused by everything.
“Harry, do you know what the worst thing that you did this morning was?” Max asked and waited as he thought about it. Harry’s face scrunched in puzzlement, should he have asked to have been punished there in the diner, he wondered. He didn’t know what the answer was the Dom’s question.
“No Sir,” he said in a very small voice, very aware that his own Master sat only scant inches from them on the bed.
“The worst thing Harry is that you disrespected yourself this morning with your behaviour. You showed us that you thought very little of your gift of submission to the man sitting here beside us.” Max explained as he heard and felt Harry start to sob as quietly as he could again. Severus reached out to take the young man from Max and Harry all but leapt into his lap, crying how sorry he was and how much he did not deserve the effort Severus or anyone else put into him.
Severus rocked him on his lap, his hands rubbing circles on his back as Harry soaked the shoulder of his shirt in tears.
“Shhhhh Harry, stop crying now. I know that is not what you meant, now was it?” Severus soothed as he shared a look of understanding with Max. Sev had seen much of the same heartbreaking behaviour from Allie after she had first gotten with Max. Abuse was a horrible thing not only for the victim, but for the person that comes after the abuser and wants to care for the abused. So many delicate bridges to cross, and not many people were inclined to put the effort needed into a relationship like that. Allie and Harry would never really understand just how lucky they’d been in finding the Dominants in their lives now.
Max motioned to the bed and Severus picked Harry up in his arms and laid him across the coverlet, laying down beside him, still holding him close. Max slowly climbed on the bed on the other side of Harry and let him get used to his presence before moving again. Harry trusted Severus, anything Sev thought was okay, he’d not question, he felt the large man cradle him from behind and wrap his beefy arms around his waist and just hold him. Both Dominants reassuring Harry that he was very much loved, safe and that he was forgiven.
Harry slowly quieted as he lay sandwiched between the Doms, he allowed himself to feel safe again. He leaned forward enough to hug his arms around Severus’ chest and press a kiss to his throat before he half turned and hugged Max as well.
“All better brat?” Severus asked in a teasing voice as Harry’s cheeks coloured and Max rolled off the bed.
“Yes Sir.”
Max looked at Harry and smiled, “Harry, you wanted to know why I called you Bit? Well Bit was a pit bull I had that gave her life to protect me, and I suppose I saw the same devotion in you when it comes to Sev. I’ve no doubt that you would lay down your life for him and in fact I know you killed the monster that harmed him.”
Harry only looked at Max; he didn’t know what to say. Yes it was a dog’s name, but the red head was right, he’d die to protect his future husband.
“Thank you Sir, I am honoured.”
With that the three men left the room and gathered the others from the diner and they set out on the last leg of the trip. Harry clutching his Severus tightly as the wind blew past him and took his troubles and fears with it.