A Slave to a Slave

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Severus had just delivered the last of several boxes to the carriage when he heard a whip crack and a heart-rending scream coming from Lucius’ chamber. Curiosity peaked, he walked to the door hiding Draco’s punishment from the rest of the household and cast an eves-dropping spell. What he saw made him actually wince in sympathetic pain. By the time Lucius has crawled in bed, Severus was desperately trying to tell himself that he did not feel sympathy for the stubborn slave of his best friend.

He slowly made his way back to his own bedroom, contemplating Draco and Lucius’ tears, wondering how long his only friend would last before he welcomed his son back to his bed. Divesting himself of his clothes and crawling into bed with his own slave, Severus thanked whatever gods or goddesses might be listening for his slave’s willingness to obey his commands. He wasn’t sure he would be able to deny himself that sweet little body or deny Harry the comfort the boy seemed to delight in.

He finally settled into sleep, body wrapped possessively around the lithe body of his slave.

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The next morning saw all five of them back in the carriage. Lucius and Severus sat facing each other on one side of the carriage, discussing possible plans of action for once they reached Gryffindor. Blaise lay between them as each absent-mindedly stroked the slave boy’s body.

Draco and Harry were huddled together on the other side of the carriage. Lucius had removed the nipple stretchers and had slightly loosened the chains on his son’s cock. The whip marks, however, were left untreated, and Draco winced with every slight touch to his bruised skin.

“You shouldn’t have done that yesterday.”

“Thank you, Lord Obvious.”

Harry reached out and lightly stroked Draco’s tortured nipples. “Are you in a lot of pain?”

Draco winced and rolled his eyes. “Aren’t you?”

Harry blushed, remembering the pain he’d managed to suppress for most of the morning.

“It’s a better pain than some I’ve felt.”

Draco snorted. “I wish my pain was ‘a better pain’.”

“He loves you, Draco. That much is obvious. If he didn’t love you, he would treat you like he treats Blaise.”

Draco’s head snapped up from where it had bent to observe his tortured cock. “What do you mean? He treats us the same. Well… except for the fucking…”

“And the asking you to be his slave instead of forcing it upon you.”

“What choice did I have?! I love my father. I want to be with him. There was no choice but to be his slave!”

“You always have a choice, Draco. You know that or you wouldn’t be punished so often. You made a choice, and I think you made a smart one.”

“How so?” While Draco agreed, he wanted to hear Harry’s take on it. In the short time he’d known the dark haired boy, he’d developed a respect for him, though he wasn’t sure where it came from.

“Your father loves you. He dotes on you. He gives you pretty things.” With that comment, Harry ran his finger over the flower imbedded in the head of Draco’s cock.

Draco snorted to hide the moan of pleasure. “A pretty torture device.”

“He’s trying to show you that you matter to him.”

Draco flushed and lowered his head, letting his blond locks hide his reddened face. “Yeah… I know.”

Harry started to chuckle at the boy before him, but he was overcome with a wave of dizziness. He wobbled a little, so he laid his hand on Draco’s knee to stabilize himself.

Draco looked up and, upon seeing Harry’s unfocused eyes and weaving upper body, grabbed Harry by the upper arms to steady him.

“What’s wrong, Harry?”

“Oh… It’s nothing. Just a little woozy. Must be that I’m not used to traveling.”

Draco smirked. “Or maybe you’re not used to loosing sleep because your master is fucking you at all hours of the night.”

Harry flushed and whispered. “Or maybe it’s these piercings.”

“I had noticed those. Sev chose very well. They look great on you.”

“Yes, and I love them…”

“But…” Draco prompted.

“But they really hurt.”

“Hurt? Why did they hurt? Didn’t he use magic to do them and then to heal them?”

Harry shook him head.

Draco gasped. “Why ever not?”

“I think the pain is an extra reminder that I am his, that I feel pain or pleasure as he desires.”

“Well no wonder they’re swollen, but still, that’s a bloody horrible way to prove a point!”

Harry started to chuckle but he wavered again. Draco tightened his grip of his new friend’s shoulders.

“Harry?”

“I think I need to lie down.”

Draco nodded and helped the boy settle onto the numerous pillows surrounding them.

“Any better?”

“Not really. Everything’s spinning. Is this magic, Draco? I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

Alarmed, Draco rolled Harry onto his side.

“Should I get Severus?”

Harry shook his head only to gasp. The nausea that had been in his stomach all morning increased ten fold.

“Draco… I really don’t feel good.”

Draco rested the back of his hand against Harry’s forehead.

“Holy Hufflepuff! Harry, you’re burning up!”

Harry winced. “Not so loud, Draco.”

Draco, in a panic, forgot all about being the meek and mild slave boy his father had ordered him to be that morning. He hurried to the other side of the carriage.

“Uncle Sev…” Draco didn’t get any further. Lucius backhanded the boy.

“What did I tell you this morning about not speaking to anyone not a slave today?”

Draco flushed but continued on. “It’s too important for rules! Harry’s…”

Appalled by Draco’s inability to follow even simple orders after such a harsh punishment, Lucius grabbed the boy by the hair and drug him over his lap. He was all prepared to strike when Severus stopped his hand.

“Harry’s what, Draco?” Severus inquired.

Before Draco could answer, the sound of Harry vomiting filled the carriage.

Instantly Severus was at his slave’s side, cleaning away the sick. He pulled the boy into his lap, surprised at how hot his flesh was.

“What’s wrong, Severus?” Lucius subconsciously rolled Draco over in his lap and cradled him to his chest.

“He’s feverish. Dig in my bag. There are several first aide potions in it. Find the fever reducer and the anti-nausea one.”

Severus gently rocked Harry, quieting the pleas for forgiveness for being sick all over the floor.

Lucius handed over the potions, and Severus ordered a resisting Harry to swallow them down. Severus continued rocking the boy until he slipped into sleep.

“How is he?”

“His fever has gone down, but now I must figure out its cause.”

Severus laid the slave down gently of a palette of pillows. He started to run his wand over the boy with a diagnostics spell, but before he’d even finished whispering the spell, his eyes landed on the problem. Harry’s nipples and penis were horribly swollen.

Mid-spell, Severus changed his game plan and healed the piercings he’d intended to let heal naturally. The problem, however, did not go away. The swelling remained.

Cursing under his breath, Severus sat back and contemplated the problem.

“What’s wrong, Severus?”

Severus growled. “I pierced him last night.”

“And…?”

“And evidently infection has set in.”

“And you healed it, so the boy should be fine now.”

“He is not, Lucius. His nipples and cock are still swollen and bright red.”

Lucius pushed Draco off his lap and moved over to examine the boy himself. After numerous diagnostic spells, poking, prodding, and cursing, both men sat back.

“What are the piercings made of?”

“Silver. Why?”

Lucius’ eyes widened, but the answer provided inspiration. He quickly cast a spell and both men gasped at what was revealed.

“Merlin. I almost killed the boy.” Severus set to work and quickly removed all the jewelry from Harry’s body.

Draco crawled over and knelt next to his father. He so badly wanted to know what was going on, what was happening to his friend, but he feared punishment. Guess the lesson really had set in, he mused.

Lucius saw the question in his son’s eyes and obliged his darling boy.

“Harry is allergic to silver.”

Draco’s eyes widened, yet he watched his godfather work quickly to divest the beautiful slave of the piercings Draco had admired that morning. He shivered slightly at the thought of loosing Harry, especially to something as simple as an allergy.

Lucius, experiencing similar fears, though his own were more in the vein of loosing his own son and slave, sought comfort by pulling Draco into his lap.

Once the piercings were removed, Severus pulled Harry into his own lap and held the boy until he woke up.

Blaise, sitting back and watching the whole proceedings, felt very left out. He snorted inwardly. What sort of slave allowed his body to reject his master’s will. This Harry must be weak. And to think, Blaise had rimmed the bloke. He sank back, wallowing in his bitter thoughts, missing the touches he’d been receiving before the dark haired slave had the nerve to get sick.