Walking in Hell

Walking in Hell by Erin03

Disclaimer: - I do not own these characters; I am making no profit from this. This fiction is not meant to cause any offence. This fiction does contain male/male slash, therefore if this isn’t your cuppa, then don’t proceed. Btw this is also my first time writing slash, so bare with me please.

Chapter Two – A new sort of hell.

Harry shivered, it was decidedly odd to see his hated ex potions professor, a mutual enemy sitting on what he had come to believe was his bed. He had however done as he was bayed and had dressed quickly in the bathroom; it left him feeling slightly less vulnerable than previously.

“Stop dithering around Potter.” Snape snapped standing up suddenly, he gestured to the bed, “Sit down.” Harry looked at him feeling a rising horror constricting his throat. He did not want to sit on his bed, next to Snape.

He didn’t move. Snape stalked up to him and struck him across the cheek angrily. Pain blossomed around Harry’s cheek and left eye, his glasses were askew. He could taste blood in his mouth, he quickly went to comply with Snape through shock but he was grabbed by his hair, and pulled back towards the stronger man. Snape twisted his grip around so that Harry was forced to stare up at him. Harry motioned to grab the mans hands and try to lessen the pain, he was sure that Snape would yank his hair out, but Snape pulled harder and hissed “Don’t you dare boy!”

“This is how it’s going to go Potter. You do what I say, when I say or you’ll be suitably punished, and now that sodding school isn’t protecting you anymore you’re at my mercy, and whether you like that or not, that’s a fact! So for once in your life do as you are told! Do we have an understanding?” Harry said nothing until the grip on his hair became so painful that he was sure the man was trying to rip his scalp off along with the hair.

“Yes sir.”

As soon as the words left his mouth the grip on his hair was gone and he was thrown onto the bed. He watched the elder wizard conjure a chair and sit down facing him. Harry saw a different type of look in the older mans eyes, they were no longer as guarded as previously, he obviously felt comfortable displaying his true feelings to the world now, as his true allegiances had been revealed and Dumbledore was dead. He looked positively dangerous, dark and calculating. Harry shivered. He was playing with fire now, the kids gloves had well and truly come off.

“You are my property Potter, mind, body and soul I own everything that is you in essence, down to that truly interesting birthmark on your left arse cheek. I own you until The Dark Lord finally decides to exact his retribution upon you, or until I tire of you.” He smiled nastily at the stricken boy.

Harry looked aghast, how did the man know about his birthmark? It was too horrifying to fully contemplate. He had been undressed from his own clothes and into the one provided whilst he had been unconscious but he had reckoned that the House elves were responsible for that. He had reckoned wrong, Snape had took that liberty.

“You are my slave, you are nothing more than a common whore. You are a means to an ends and nothing more. You have no freedom, and you have no rights, you will respect every person and every creature in this house, you will be respectable at all times and above all else an obedient slave. You are not to embarrass me with your reckless wilful Gryffindor pride, or I will make you regret the day you were born, do you understand me?”

“Yes!” Harry snapped feeling like a cornered animal. Snape lent forward and captured the young mans chin in a vice grip. Harry fought and struggled away accidentally clipping the older mans large, crooked nose, which made it bleed.

The elder man suddenly pounced and pinned Harry to the bed kneeing him in the chest. Harry was winded, powerless, and very suddenly aware that there was nothing he could do to fight his way out of this situation. Snape could do anything he wanted to him and he was powerless to resist.

Blows rained down on his face, bruising and battering his appearance, he tasted more blood, and every blow to his face felt like a sledgehammer hammering into him relentlessly. Liquid trickled down his face as his blood seeped out of his nose. It mingled with the tears that had betrayed him and poured from his eyes as he winced and grunted in pain. Suddenly the knee was removed from his chest and he was able to breath again, his breaths came in short gulping pants.

“I knew you were a slow learner Potter but I didn’t know you were mentally retarded. What part of the rules didn’t you quite understand? I take it that we understand one another now? Do you have any more issues? Any little tantrums you want to throw about how your life is unfair? Perhaps you want to have another go at breaking my nose? Try that again and you’ll understand what real pain is, I’ve barely touched the surface you impertinent little brat.”

“No, No I understand.” Harry managed to croak, ashamed and horrified at how weak his voice had sounded to his ears. More tears tricked from his eyes. He put that down to his eyes watering, he couldn’t believe that Snape had finally gotten to him or he would crack, or die. Dying he knew would be preferable.

Snape’s eyes bored into him, assessing and calculating the situation, he pulled a phial from his cloak pocket, Harry could see that the bottle held a suspicious amber liquid.

“You\'re to drink this phial, don’t you dare waste even a sip of it. Do you understand? It’s expensive and if you spill any of it I’ll take the payment from you in flesh, get it?”

Harry nodded and he drank the potion as Snape carefully poured it down his throat. The thought that he should have asked what the potion was, or what it did, crossed his mind fleetingly as the fear of being beaten yet again was foremost in his mind. No one spoke until several minutes after Harry swallowed the final drop.

“How do you feel?” Snape asked briskly. Harry looked at him, the potion had numbed the pain, and he felt relaxed.

“Pain’s gone.” He muttered.

“Good, we can move on to more pressing matters then.”

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Harry felt Snape undressing him. He screamed in his mind and tried to move but his body felt too content to comply. This was not what he wanted. There was nothing he could do about it, Snape had well and truly done a number on him.

“Please, no.” Harry muttered brokenly, wasn’t this man satisfied with beating Harry? Harry would gladly have volunteered at the mans personal punching bag if the man would promise to stop.

“Mind, Body and Soul Potter.” Snape murmured in reply. Harry’s shirt was being pulled from him, gently. He didn’t understand, he didn’t want to understand what was happening to him, he wished he could pass out into sweet oblivion, but life was too cruel to allow that.

“No.” He wanted to cry or to fight, anything but to feel so good, so relaxed. His feelings were being sabotaged into acting along with Snape’s sick plan, his sweet revenge. A master was playing him. His traitorous body wouldn’t do what it was told. This was nothing like the imperious curse, that was something he knew he could fight but this… this was the master imperious, a liquid imperious that even the strongest man could not resist.

His torso was bear he could feel Snape’s robes tickling his skin, the cold air brushed lightly over his exposed flesh making the hairs on his arms and chest stand on end. Snape groped his groin. Harry moaned at the unexpected sensation that swept over him, his soul wept for what his body was forcing him to endure.

“You bastard.” Harry gasped, “I… I don’t want.”

“You’re body does Potter.” Snape smirked looking down at the beaten and battered wizard. “I told you in your first year never to drink a potion without knowing was it was.” He kissed Harry’s chest lightly making the other man shiver.

His hands unbuckled Harry’s belt and pulled the flies of his jeans open. Light caresses and wanton fingertips grazed Harry’s boxers; he hissed in shock his body responding in the only way it knew how. He was half hard, he arched his back trying to push himself into a harder caress but the fingertips stayed elusively just out of his reach.

“You can’t resist me Potter.” Drawled Snape tugging the jeans down the mans ankles. “You want me. I’m going to make you moan, beg, and your going to scream while you blow your load. I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to be begging for more.” Snape’s hand caressed Harry’s balls through the silk material and Harry thrust his hips up wanting more contact, conflicted because at the same time his mind shrieked that he wanted to get the hell away from this maniac.

“That’s it. Good boy.”

Harry was hard now. He moaned as Snape’s hand slid under his boxers touching his skin. The hand encircled Harry’s straining erection; Snape pummelled it, fisting it slowly, attentively, sliding his hand up and down the shaft lovingly, and caressing Harry’s manhood.

“More.” Harry whined hating himself, his body’s needs were slowly but surely overriding his mental capacities.

“More? You want more? Surely not?” Snape purred softly, “It’s frustrating isn’t it? Unable to wank yourself to your perfect climax, having to rely on me to help you achieve orgasmic state.”

“Please.” Harry whined feebly, he tried to lift his arms and continue Snape’s good work but he was unable. Snape laughed softly.

“My poor little virgin. An eye for an eye remember, and if I allow you to cum, then what will you give me in return?” He purred again, “And believe me you are this…” he gently touched the tip of Harry’s penis easing the foreskin down gently, teasingly making Harry buck his hips once again. “…Close to coming, and I’m getting bored of seeing you squirm, so Harry Potter, what will it be? Shall I abandon you to helplessness, unable to reach the perfect climax that I could give you? Or will you swallow your pride and allow me to fuck your little virgin arse willingly? The choice is yours.”

Harry looked at the man in desperate horror. He smirked at the younger man with mounting satisfaction.

“I…” Harry began but a hand with long fingers shot out and caressed his manhood again suddenly causing him to gasp.

“It’s not hard Potter… well you are, but all you need to say is two small words if your feckless brain and handle that process, just say, fuck me, and it’ll all be over soon.” He said seductively.

“But… I…. I don’t.” Harry spluttered until his penis was engulfed by something warm and moist. Snape was sucking him, slowly, far too slowly because Harry liked it hard, and fast, and this was torture.

All of a sudden Harry felt cold, as the air caressed his dick when Snape’s mouth withdrew and left him feeling hollow.

“But… but… I’m… I’m not even gay.” Harry protested half-heartedly. Snape smirked and fondled his balls with one hand, which made Harry squirm.

“Are you sure about that?” He questioned moving on to wank Harry slowly, again Harry almost cried at the slow tempo that was doing nothing for him. He wanted it quick, he needed to come, and suddenly he didn’t care whom he did it with as long as it was over and he was not tortured anymore.

“Fuck me.” He gasped his eyes watering at the prolonged session. Anything, he would do anything for this to stop.

“Ask me nicely.” Snape said snidely.

~~~END CH2~~~

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