A Slave to a Slave

starstruck86 : Severus does have quite a nasty streak in him, but it’s just too much fun to leave out of his character. I always imagined he would be insanely jealous.
Hambares : Break in indeed… How are your divination skills? Or do you just have the memory of an elephant? = )
ladyedgecombe : You shall see, you shall see…
DTDY : I’m so glad you’re still loving my story!

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As soon as Severus and Lucius left, Blaise turned to Harry, an eager look on his face.

“So is Master Snape as excellent in bed as that voice promises?”

Harry blushed and ducked his head. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?!” Blaise’s shocked outburst and jerking limbs woke Draco.

“What? What’s going on?”

“Harry just said Severus hasn’t had him yet! That’s insane! He’s never had a slave this long before and not used them! Why’s he holding back with you?”

Harry’s blush spread down his neck. “I... I don’t know... Something about... teaching me about pl... pleasure.”

“And...”

Harry shrugged.

“What’ve you learned so far?” demanded Draco.

“Umm... I’ve learned that I like his fingers in me... and his... his... his tongue...”

Blaise and Draco’s jaws dropped. “You mean he actually rimmed you?”

At Harry’s look of confusion, Draco clarified. “He stuck his tongue in your ass? He fucked you with his tongue?” Harry’s only response was a nod.

Blaise heaved a sigh and fell backwards. “I’m so jealous! I’ve heard that being rimmed is an amazing experience.”

Draco’s eyes lit up. “Do you think that would break the no penetration rule? I mean, we could practice on each other, and then we could surprise our masters!”

Harry’s voiced wavered. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I mean, you just got punished. I don’t think you can take much more.”

Blaise sat up quickly, a grin spreading across his face. “I think it’s a great idea! They just left. They won’t be back for hours! Let’s learn how to tongue each other and perfect our technique. Come on, Harry. Live on the edge a little. Our masters will never know.”

Harry looked back and forth between the two and was swayed by their puppy-dog faces.

They formed a circle with each teen on his stomach, head over upturned ass. Blaise moved first and teasingly pulled the plug from Harry’s ass, slowly pulling the plug out and then thrusting it halfway back in, until he’d pulled it free. Harry, moaning, followed his example and teased Draco in a similar manner.

As Draco pulled the plug from Blaise, Draco watched Lucius’ cum ooze out.

“Um, problem.”

Blaise was hungrily licking his lips and parting Harry’s cheeks with his hands when he answered. “What?”

“Your ass is full of my father’s cum. He’ll notice it’s gone.”

Blaise shrugged. “We’ll just stuff our own cum into me. Harry’ll need some cum in him, too. I thought you said he hadn’t taken you!”

Harry buried his face in Draco’s ass, causing the boy beneath him to groan in a mix of pain and anticipation. “He pushed his cum into after cumming into his own hand.”

Blaise grinned. “I love the taste of Severus’ cum. I can’t wait to eat it out of your ass.”

From then on, conversation stopped. Each boy began licking at the ass before them. Blaise took to it with gusto. He sealed his mouth over Harry’s anus and began sucking. As Harry lost himself in the pleasure, he tentatively pressed the tip of his tongue to Draco’s ass. As he pushed in, he felt a slight burn on his tongue.

“I think I can still taste the ginger my Master used on you.” Draco responded by pushing his ass up into Harry’s face, a silent order to shut up and rim him.

Draco began by licking the cum dripping from Blaise before sliding his tongue in, trying to devour all of his father’s cum. The three boys soon lost themselves in pleasure, each learning how to make the boy on the receiving end moan the loudest.

Just as Blaise was about to reach down and undo his own cock ring, they heard the front door burst open. In fear, each boy jumped up, shoved their plug back into themselves, and assumed their submissive kneeling pose. They were surprised though, when the men who barreled into Severus’ living room weren’t their masters.

Harry’s whimper startled the other two boys, and they quickly realized that this was bad, really bad. The three men approached slowly.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? We were expecting just the one whore, but we’ve got quite the treat.” The first voice was baiting and sent chills down the boys’ spines.

“The other two belong to Malfoy. Are you sure we should still do this?” The second voice was nervous and small.

“Shut it, Pettigrew. I want the dark one. Ripping out those piercings as I fuck him, hearing him scream, mmmm.” The third voice made them cringe, and Blaise whimpered in fear.

The first man laughed. “Shrinking in fear, I see. Pettigrew, you can have our Lord’s old slave. If he couldn’t please our Lord, I’m not sure he’s worth anything. I bet he’s a limp noodle in the sack.” He reached out a hand and grabbed Draco by the hair. “But I bet this morsel will be delicious. Can you believe Malfoy fucks his own son? I bet his son likes it rough just like his father. Did you know, little Malfoy, that I’ve seen your father shove his fist into a virgin ass just to watch it bleed, that sadistic smirk of his on his face? God that’s a hot sight to watch. Maybe I’ll do the same to you.”

Draco shrank back and began to struggle to free himself. The man used his grip in his hair to yank Draco forward and slam his face into the ground, causing Draco to cry out as his nose hit the floor. “Don’t fight me, you little bitch. You’ll take what I give you, no complaints.”

Harry stood up and lunged for the man. “Take your hands off him! You have no right to touch him! He doesn’t belong to you!” Harry tried to pummel the man, but he grabbed Harry’s fists and laughed in his face.

“Well, I see our Lord’s worthless little whore thinks he can play at being a hero. Maybe I will take you instead.” The man threw Harry, stomach down, onto the couch and dropped his own body on top of the slighter one. Harry squirmed and fought to free himself, earning more verbal abuse for his efforts. The man above him was struggling to hold the boy down while unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning trousers.

At the same time, Pettigrew had knelt before Draco and helped the boy to sit up. He then began licking the blood oozing from Draco’s nose. Draco tried to push him away; Pettigrew reached around and scraped his long nails over the whip marks on Draco’s ass over and over again, causing some of them to bleed. Tears joined the blood on Draco’s face, which Pettigrew happily licked up as well.

The third man was slowly backing Blaise into a corner. Blaise grabbed a vase and threw it at the man, who successfully dodged it but got cut by a shard when it shattered against the edge of the mantle near his shoulder.

“You’ll pay for that, boy.” The man sprang forward and slammed the black boy into the wall. He brutally pulled on his nipple rings. “Do you want me to start with these? I’ve heard that the nipples never heal from such an injury. You’d be a freak with shredded nipples.” He yanked harder, and Blaise tried up duck away. The man just pulled harder, and Blaise could tell his skin was about to tear. His body went limp in resignation.

The man on top of Harry succeeded in freeing himself from his pants and was pulling the plug out, when Harry’s body went rigid beneath him. “Good little sl...”

He was cut off as every jar in the room shattered, the fire roared, and magic swirled around the room, lifting objects into the air. The man on top of Harry flew upwards, hit the ceiling before he was dropped onto the floor, landing on the base of a broken vase. Pettigrew started screaming and running in circles as his clothes were consumed in flames. The man accosting Blaise was hit in the head with a candelabra; his lifeless body sank to the ground at Blaise’s feet.

In the midst of the chaos, Severus and Lucius stormed into the room, wands drawn.

“What in Salazar’s name is going on in here?” Severus’ bellow filled the room, and Harry relaxed at hearing his master’s voice. The magic in the room dissipated; the floating objects dropped to the floor.

Lucius doused Pettigrew in water and then stunned him. The two men took stock of the damage in the room. Everything made of glass or porcelain was shattered beyond repair. Blood was pooling beneath the dead bodies of the other two men. Blaise was huddled in a corner in the fetal position, shivering uncontrollably. Draco was lying on his side, curled into himself, his face and ass a bloody mess. Harry was shaking on the couch, still lying on his stomach, his face buried in the cushions beneath him.

Severus dispelled the debris covering the floor and began to take stock of the room.

Lucius knelt before his son and motioned for Blaise to join him. It took a moment before Blaise responded, but he eventually convinced his shaking limbs to crawl over to his master. Seeing that Blaise was headed his way, Lucius turned to his son. He cast healing spells on Draco’s ass and convinced his son to sit up. He examined the blond boy’s nose.

“I’m afraid it’s broken. I am not adept enough at healing magic to fix this painlessly. I’ll have to set it the old fashioned way. It will hurt.” Draco nodded meekly and braced himself. He promptly passed out when Lucius jerked his nose back into place. Lucius cradled his son to his chest and opened his arms to admit Blaise into his embrace as well. He held his two slaves close to his chest and raised his eyes to Severus who was pacing the room.

“How’d they get in?”

Severus growled. “I would say the boys let them in because they got through the wards, but the door was clearly forced open. I have no idea how they got past the wards. We must leave immediately. It’ll take me about an hour to be ready to leave. Can you be ready in that time?”

Lucius nodded. “Not a problem. But what about the magic in the room when we came in? It killed two of the perpetrators, so it clearly wasn’t one of their own. Mine aren’t that strong magically. That only leaves your slave.”

Harry jerked at those words and curled into a ball. He burst into tears; his sobs echoed in the destroyed room. He began a mantra of “I’m sorry”’s. Severus dropped to his knees beside the couch and turned Harry over so he could force the boy to meet his eyes.

“What are you sorry for? I assume your actions prevented the three of you from being raped?” Harry and Blaise both nodded. “Then there is nothing to be sorry for. Most of the things destroyed have very little value to me.”

“But... but my uncle... he always said I was... was a freak...”

“You mean this has happened before?”

“Only... only when I was... was little. I’ve been able to... to control it since then.”

“Does our Lord know you have these powers?”

Harry vehemently shook his head ‘no’.

“Good.” Severus stood. “Harry, go pack all the clothing and toys in the bedroom, and pack everything of importance in the bathroom. Lucius, if you’ll have your catamites repack your belongings and then help Harry, I could use your help disposing of these three nuisances.”

Lucius nodded, woke Draco, and sent his two boys on their way. Harry stood up shakily only to drop to the floor when his legs didn’t hold him. Severus helped him to his feet and clutched the smaller body to his chest.

“He didn’t violate you?” Harry shook his head. Severus nodded and kissed the top of his slave’s head. “Good. You are mine. You belong to me. You will be rewarded for protecting what is mine. Once we are on the road, I will comfort you, but there is no time now. Go.” Severus pushed Harry toward the bedroom and turned to Lucius.

“Where should we start?”

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