A Slave to a Slave

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Severus pushed Harry back to lay down on the bed. He then took Harry’s cock in hand, teasing the sensitive flesh until it was hard and standing straight, and coating it with the gel he had used on Harry’s anal cavity the day before to increase the number of nerves and their sensitivity. Harry closed his eyes before snapping them open, scared that any minute his master would be poking extra holes in his penis.

“I’m piercing your penis while it is erect. Though hardness is not required, I want to make sure the piercing is exactly where I want it. I’d hate to have to pierce you extra times.”

Harry shivered, swallowed, but the ring around his cock kept him at attention.

“I won’t lie to you. This will hurt.”

Severus leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the head of Harry’s dick. He flicked his tongue out and caught a drop of pre-cum. He grinned lasciviously up at Harry, his hands preparing the needle while he trailed his tongue down to the base of Harry’s cock. Right at the base, where cock meet pelvis before descending to balls, just below his cock ring, Severus lightly scarped his teeth over the sensitive flesh.

Harry gasped at the slightly more rough than usual sensation on his cock, but that gasp quickly turned into a moan as his master continued to torment that one spot, using teeth and tongue.

Once Harry’s body had relaxed into the pleasure, Severus pulled back, lined the needle up where he wanted it, and pierced the needle through the spot of flesh he’d been worrying with his mouth.

Harry screamed, his hips jerking up off the bed. Severus quickly yanked his hands back, thankful the needle was all the way through before Harry convulsed. Tears were streaming down his slave’s face; his chest was heaving.

Severus reached back to the box and pulled out a ring. Carefully, using one hand to hold Harry’s hips down, he slipped the needle free and pushed one of the barbells into the freshly made hole in his slave’s flesh.

“Beautiful, Harry. Absolutely beautiful.”

Severus leaned down again and placed his mouth over the new piercing, flicking the ring with his tongue a few times. By this time, Harry was tossing his head back and forth, tears marring the landscape of his face, begging for mercy. Severus, however, was not ready to grant that quite yet.

He slid his mouth up Harry’s cock to the underside of the head of his slave’s circumcised cock. As he did with the first piercing, he worried the flesh with his teeth while preparing the needle.

Knowing what to expect this time, Harry forced himself to hold still, trying to regulate his breathing. Still, his breath hitched on a sob. “Please, Master. No. It hurts too much. No more, please! I’ll do anything to please you if you just stop! Please!”

Severus pulled back and pushed the needle horizontally through the flesh just below the head of his slave’s cock. Harry’s entire body froze before the tension in that taught body was released in a soul searing scream of pain. Severus reached up and placed his hand gently on his slave’s chest, making soothing motions and sounds.

“Ssh, sweet one. Ssh. It’s almost over. Just one more piercing, and you will have pleased me well. Ssh. Just one more.”

Harry was on the edge of delirium at this point. “Please, Master, please... no... it... it hurts... hurts so much... I... I can’t... I can’t take anymore.” Harry wailed, his body collapsing, knowing he couldn’t fight his master and that, deep down, he really didn’t want to.

“I am your Master, Harry. I, and I alone, know what your body can and cannot handle. You body will handle anything and everything I do to it because it belongs to me. You will take this last piercing, and you will love it.”

At Severus’ stern voice, Harry swallowed and forced his body to relax. Severus removed the needle and quickly replaced it with another barbell. Then, he pulled his hand away from his slave’s body and reached back into his box. From it, he pulled a long, curved needle. Harry’s emerald eyes followed every movement of his master’s hand.

This time, there was no preparation, no teasing, no distraction, just the smooth, painful slide of the needle. Severus placed the tip of the needle into Harry’s urethra, maneuvering it far enough in to go below the piercing at the head of his slave’s penis. He then began to slowly push the needle through and out the underside.

Harry ground his teeth and held his breath, feeling every millimeter of the needle as it passed through his flesh. Severus took his time, drawing out the torture. After what seemed an eternity to Harry, the needle pierced through his flesh completely. The pain was so intense, his vision swam.

As slowly as his master has pierced his flesh, Harry didn’t think he could move any slower. Severus proved him wrong by ever so slowly sliding the needle out. Harry breathed out finally when the needle was through. It wasn’t so bad, he could handle this. He could. He really could.

Severus grabbed the ring and slowly began to slide it into Harry’s new Prince Albert piercing. Harry didn’t think the pain could get any worse, but he felt the piecing, much thicker than the needle, passing through his flesh. Harry screamed and screamed, begging Severus to either stop and pull it out or to push it through quickly. No such clemency was granted. Severus continued the slow torturous piercing. Harry’s vision blacked out, and his body sagged.

Severus smirked to himself and slid the piercing the rest of the way home. Looking over his slave’s body, he smiled to himself. He really was a beautiful specimen, and he would only grow more beautiful with age. Dragging his eyes from that fantastic body, Severus packed away his piercing tools, leaving the silver serpent lying in its box on the bed.

After putting everything back in its place with the exception of the snake he crawled back onto the bed. He propped Harry’s feet on his shoulders and slid up his body. He pulled the plug from Harry’s ass, pushing the head of his cock in before his cum from their previous encounters could slide out. He slowly slid his cock in the rest of the way, enjoying the way Harry’s passage clung to his piercing flesh even when Harry was unconscious.

Once he was fully seated and comfortable, Severus looked down and admired his handy-work. The silver rings at his slave’s nipples and cock accented Harry’s beauty, and he was well pleased with the piercings he had chosen. He lightly thrust his cock in a few times until Harry was groaning, obviously fighting to decide whether to stay unconscious or to wake up and enjoy the pleasure in spite of the pain.

“Wake up, my sweet, little one. I don’t want you to miss a moment of the pleasure I am going to give you.”

Harry groaned, and his hips answered the call of Severus’ words before his brain did. He lifted his hips to settle his master more deeply into his tight channel, enjoying how it pushed the cum further into him. His waking thoughts were of imagining that cum taking up permanent residence within his body and creating a child within his belly. With a grin on his face, Harry opened his eyes and stared in his master’s dark eyes.

“What puts a grin like that on your face, little one?”

Harry blushed and looked down, raising his arms to place them on Severus’ pectorals. “Just that I love the feel of your cock inside of me, Master.”

“You lie, my slave, but it is a pretty lie and a truth none the less. I’ll let it pass this once. Now, will you willingly accept my last gift to you?” Severus reached down and pulled the silver snake from it’s box, resting the metal creature on his slave’s stomach.

“Yes, Master. I willingly accept anything you give to me. It’s very beautiful.” Harry lowered his hand from his master’s chest to his own stomach. He reached out a finger intending to stroke the inanimate creature’s head, but it reared back and bit the tip of Harry’s finger.

Harry jumped, yanking his finger back, and moving to place his finger in his mouth. Severus caught his hand and lapped up the spot of blood himself.

“Do not touch. No one can touch it but I. It will bite anything or anyone that tries to remove it from your body without my permission.”

Harry’s eyes widened in confusion, but he nodded. “Will you explain to me again what it is, Master?”

Severus thrust a few times into his slave’s body before stilling again. He sat back, pulling Harry’s hips into his lap, keeping them intimately connected.

“It is the ultimate adornment for your cock, Harry.” Severus reached down and pulled the three new rings piecing Harry’s cock from their places. He then released the cock ring.

Much to Severus’ surprise, Harry’s body seized and he promptly came, screaming at the pain of salty liquid moving over open wounds. Cum was dribbling from his urethra and the hole of his Prince Albert piercing, and, Severus noted with a certain pride, Harry’s cock didn’t deflate. He stayed hard from the stimulation of his master’s hand on his dick and his master’s cock in his ass. Harry’s hips twitched, trying to free his cock from his master’s grip, though.

“So... sensitive... too much... Master, please... let go.”

Severus smirked and let go long enough to pick up the small snake. He placed it at the base of his slave’s cock and whispered “Standard position”. The snake lifted its head, blinked at Severus and then slowly made it way around the base of Harry’s cock, through his new piercing there, forming a ring to hold his orgasms back.

Harry whimpered at the snake slithered into the open wound, then up his cock and through the open wound at the head of his cock. Harry pushed himself onto his elbows, watching in awe and the snake slid through the lower hole on his Prince Albert, poking its head out through his urethra. Once its head was through, the snake froze.

Harry gasped. “It’s beautiful. It feels strange, and it looks strange to see its head poking out of the end of my cock, but it’s beautiful, Master! Thank you so much!”

Harry reared up and seated himself fully in Severus’ lap. He wrapped his arms around his master’s neck and proceeded to kiss him thoroughly. Before long, Harry grew restless with just feeling his master within him, so he began to lift his hips up and down.

Severus pulled back form the kiss and rested his hands on the bed behind him, propping himself up.

“That’s it, Harry. Ride me. Show me how you like to be fucked.”

Harry groaned and rode his master hard, thigh muscles working over time to drive that hard cock deeper and deeper into himself.

Severus watched, fascinated, with this new side of his slave. Harry was glorious is his complete abandonment to physical pleasure. Severus was captivated and hardly noticed the words of encouragement falling from his lips.

“Harder, Harry. Ride me like you mean it. You’re so tight. Clench those muscles. Oh yes, Harry, that’s it! Keep going. Harder. That’s right. Slam those hips down! Almost there, Harry, almost there. Keep riding! Don’t let up! Yes... yes... YES!” Severus grabbed Harry’s hips and slammed them down as hard and as deep as he could, burying his cock and his seed deep within Harry.

Harry screamed as well, body convulsing in a dry orgasm. He blacked out again, collapsing against his master’s chest.

Once Severus had regained his breath, he lowered Harry to the bed, grabbed his plug, and casting a quick cleaning spell on it. He slowly slipped out of that tight heat before quickly forcing the plug into muscles loosened from a thorough fucking. Severus collapsed next to his slave and noticed Harry had slipped from unconsciousness into sleep. He smiled softly, feeling his heart melt at the sight of this most beautiful, passionate slave that had managed to insinuate himself into Severus’ heart. Severus rolled onto his side, pulled Harry back against his chest, spooning him. He placed his hand over Harry’s abdomen and felt the slight swelling from all the cum pushed inside his slave and grinned, daring to hope, if only for a moment, that they could raise a child in a loving home one day, just the two of them.

But there was no time for thoughts like those. Severus pushed them away brutally and got out of bed, leaving Harry to snuggle down into the covers alone. He had books that needed collecting before they left in the morning.