Submission

As Lucius’ long fingers settled the leather of the collar around his neck, Harry felt a distinct quiver run through his body. As the buckle was fastened and the collar was now snug against his skin, the blonde stepped back and stood next to his lover.

“Doesn’t he look beautiful like that?”

Snape nodded and reached out to trail a finger around the collar. “Do you like how that feels, Harry? What it means?”

“Yes,” was all Harry could manage to say, his mind so overwhelmed by what he was doing.

“Yes, what?” Snape questioned sharply.

Harry looked confused for a moment. Surely Snape didn’t still expect him to call him Professor?

Taking pity on the younger wizard, Severus decided to help him out. It was all still new to Harry and he didn’t want to have to punish him at this early stage. Not that he wasn’t looking forward to it at some point.

“Who am I now, Harry? And Lucius? What are we to you now?”

Light dawned in those pretty green eyes and Severus was relieved. At least he seemed to be picking this up quicker than Potions.

“Master,” Harry replied softly, relishing how the word felt on his lips.

“That’s right, pet. We are your Master’s now, and you will address us as such at all times. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Master.” Harry quivered again, not even in his wildest fantasies had his submission felt this liberating.

“Such a good pet already,” Lucius observed. “I think, Severus, that it is time we took a closer look at our pet. He is wearing entirely too much clothing.”

“Hmm, I agree, Luce.” Dark eyes ran appraisingly over Harry’s body. “Undress for us, pet. We want to see your beautiful body.”

Harry needed no further instruction. His hands quickly made their way to the hem of his t-shirt and he tugged it off quickly, revealing his tanned, lithe torso.

Lucius snaked his hand out and lightly rolled a fleshy nipple between forefinger and thumb. Harry whimpered softly at the sensation that coursed through his body.

“So responsive,” Lucius murmured. His eyes fixed on Harry’s hands as they slid his trousers down his toned thighs.

As he stepped out of his jeans, Harry marvelled for a moment at how cathartic his submission felt. How stripping himself naked in front of two men he used to hate, somehow seemed like the most natural thing for him to be doing. Not that this stopped his face from flushing a beautiful red as his boxers slid down his thighs, revealing his proudly erect cock to the intense gaze of his Master’s.

Lucius reached up the sleeve of his robe and removed his wand. As he flicked it in his pet’s direction with muttered spell, Harry squeezed his eyes tight, suddenly fearful of what would happen. To his immense relief, he felt only a slight tingling sensation over his body, and he opened his eyes once again.

“Relax, pet,” Lucius said, walking closer. “It was just a quick spell to remove your body hair.” He reached out and lightly trailed a fingertip down the length of Harry’s erection. “So smooth.” He caught some of the precum that was already pooling on the tip of his cock, and raised his hand to Harry’s lips.

“Taste yourself,” he instructed. And Harry did. He eagerly lapped at Lucius’ finger, removing every trace of his juice, before sucking the digit, suggestively, into his mouth.

“Someone’s eager,” Severus smirked. “I think it’s time we show our pet what submission to us entails, don’t you, Lucius.”

Harry’s eyes widened in anticipation.

“You want that, don’t you, pet? You want us to dominate you, to use your body, take you hard?”

“Merlin, yes,” Harry gasped. “Please.”

*crack*

Lucius’ hand was sharp against the bare flesh of Harry’s buttocks. “Please what, slut?”

Harry’s verdant eyes had filled with tears at the shock of the slap, but he also noticed that his cock had been very interested in that particular activity. He briefly toyed with the idea of playing ignorant for a while, wanting to see what more of that treatment would feel like. But he swiftly rejected that idea, more than anything he wanted to pleasure these two men, to suck them and for them to fuck him – hard!

“Please, Master,” he answered obediently.

Lucius’ hand caressed his buttock, “Good boy. Try to remember that, pet. We don’t want to have to punish you too much.”

“Yes Master, I will try.”

“Good, now assume your position.”

Harry knew without asking what position was required. He quickly slid to his knees, head bowed, his hands locked behind his back.

Severus reached out a hand and gently caressed Harry’s head. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine having Harry Potter, naked and submissive, kneeling at his feet. And what a sight the boy made. Not boy, Severus reminded himself, Potter was 18 now. But still, so young and, Severus imagined, so innocent. A grin curved at his lips at this thought. He may be innocent now, but by the time he and Lucius were through, Potter would be an excellent slut.

Severus slid off his outer robe and then began to unzip his trousers. He reached inside and freed his hard, thick cock. Severus particularly enjoyed the way that his pet’s eyes widened at this size of his cock – he was 9 inches and very thick. Just the thought of watching his shaft violate the boy’s tight virgin hole was enough to make him cum on the spot.

“You may suck me, pet. But keep your hands behind your back; you may use only your pretty mouth.”

“Thank you, Master,” Harry replied as he crawled nearer his Master’s feet. He was careful not to look up and make eye contact, not until he was given permission. He knew enough to know that he would likely be punished if he did that, and as pleasurable as that thought was, it was nowhere near as pleasurable as the prospect of tasting the cock that currently bobbed near his lips.

Severus reached down and gripped his shaft, guiding it towards Harry’s mouth. Before sliding it between his inviting lips, Severus lightly slapped his cock on his pet’s cheek, watching as precum smeared over his cheek. He then guided his length between waiting plump lips, letting go with his hand, thrusting forward with his hips instead. He thrust in as far as he could, eager to see how much of his cock his pet could handle.

He gave a few experimental thrusts and was thrilled to feel Harry swallowing desperately in an effort to take his cock in his throat. “Good slut,” he murmured. “That’s it, suck my cock deep. Take it all in.”

Harry sucked eagerly. He had fantasised about a moment like this for so long, he could scarcely believe it was happening. But the feel of his Masters heavy cock, thrusting into his mouth, told him it was very real indeed. He swirled his tongue over the head of Master’s cock, before sucking him deep into his mouth again,

Lucius looked down and watched as their pet’s rosy lips were stretched round his lover’s cock. So erotic was this sight, that he quickly removed his own trousers and began stroking his own hardness.

“How is it, Severus?” he asked. “Does our pet suck well?”

“Merlin, yes,” Snape gasped as Harry sucked his cock deeply, cheeks hollowing with effort.

“I believe it must be my turn to use his mouth then,” Lucius drawled.

“Certainly, love.” He reached down and buried his fingers in Harry’s thick hair, pulling his head back. “It’s time to suck your other Master, pet, show him what a good little cocksucker you are.”

Harry nodded eagerly, “Yes, Master.”

Before Harry could turn to him, Lucius made his way over to the sofa and sat down. He leant his back against the arm and spread his legs invitingly, his impressive erection jutting forth proudly from pale golden curls

“Come over here and suck my cock, there’s a good boy.”

So excited at this prospect, Harry forgot himself for a moment. He went to get to his feet and walk over to the sofa. Only the feel of a hand on his shoulder stilled his movements.

“What do you think you are doing? No one gave you permission to stand. You will crawl over to your Master and do as he says. And don’t think you won’t be punished for this.”

“I’m sorry, Master,” Harry whimpered. “I forgot myself.”

“Yes, you did. But I will make sure it doesn’t happen again.” Severus’ voice was heavy with displeasure, but Harry thought he could also sense something else, pleasure at the prospect of his punishment.