Crime and Punishment

Author\'s note: I\'ve been involved in a search and rescue attempt to get Matt\'s shoe out of the stream. He was a little drunk (compaired to Keiren on the last boy\'s night out) last night and ended up trying to jump the stream. We\'ve been trying to find out the rest of what happened, since the guy\'s can\'t remember and the girl\'s weren\'t there. All we have is a few photos and some vague recollations. Something to do with recycling bins and Matt and Alan rolling around on the street. The guys can\'t be trusted to go anywhere without us to look after them.

Anyway, enough of my life. Let\'s get on with the story. Please, please, please review.

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When he came to full wakefulness again, Harry realised he was still clutching the ball. He would have expected Sirius to take it from him, which meant only one thing. The punishment wasn’t over yet. He didn’t even attempt to move, because the way his back and ass felt now was bad enough. His eyes ached from crying and everywhere else ached from the punishment, even parts of his body where Sirius’ toys had never touched.

“Here,” Sirius’ voice was gentle and reassuring, he was suddenly on the bed, lifting Harry’s body slightly and tilting his head so that a glass could reach his lips. Harry gulped down water gladly, swallowing over the desert that his throat had become.

“Are you alright?” Sirius asked.

“Hurts,” Harry answered, barely remembering to add, “master.” Fingers brushed straggled hair out of Harry’s eyes. He slipped off the bed, lowering Harry back down gently. Every bit the considerate lover, only to be replaced with startling suddenness by the disappointed and disobeyed master.

“Onto your hands and knees.” Harry struggled to obey, his ass screaming in protest and his thighs shaking at the mere thought of supporting his weight. He leaned heavily on his arms, managing somehow to hold the right position.

Sirius’ hands were at his ass again, though not giving pain this time. Something small slipped between Harry’s ass cheeks, barely causing a resurgence in the pain. It was small enough that he could hardly feel it as it rested inside his ass. Then, suddenly, it grew, swelling inside him so that it was uncomfortably big. He knew that moving with it in would cause it to rub against his prostate. He knew that there was no hope of being allowed to come at any point soon, so this thing would be another torment worse almost than the physical pain.

Sirius’ hands reached round in front of him and fastened a cock ring and ball stretcher. Harry recognised it well enough to hate the thought of it. There was no way he was going to be able to come and there was no chance of him removing the hateful thing himself.

“I won’t insist on keeping you here for the duration of your punishment,” Sirius said sternly, “but standing is a privilege you have lost for the time being. You may sit when you feel you are able, but the rest of the time you are to remain on your knees unless I have instructed otherwise. Understand?”

“Master?” Because he did not answer ‘yes,’ Sirius would know there was some confusion, and Harry waited for permission to speak.

“Ask your question.”

“Does that include lying down?”

There was a pause. “If you want to lie down, you must ask my permission. If, however, I am not present at the time, that will depend on the circumstances. If I tell you to wait in a certain position, the thought of moving should not so much as enter your head, otherwise, it is allowable.”

“Thank you, master.”

“Come!”

Harry didn’t often move about the house naked and certainly not crawling, so the whole idea of what was happening was humiliating to say the least. Then there was the thing up his ass, rubbing against his prostate with each movement, making him instantly, painfully hard. Then there were the bruises and welts, screaming at him in protest every time he moved. The process of leaving the playroom became a world of torment, the corridors of their house stretching away as vast oceans of pain that he was drowning in. He was swimming desperately against the tides of agony, but slowly sinking into the darkness.

He didn’t know where he was going, he just followed Sirius’ feet, walking slowly a couple of paces in front of him. At last, Sirius reached a door and opened it, leading the way inside. Harry’s eyes were damp with tears from the pain of movement, but through the blurriness he noted the bases of bookshelves on the wooden floor and realised that they were in the library.

When Sirius stopped by a set of shelves, Harry pushed himself back so that he would be sitting back on his heels to give his arms a break. At least, that was the idea. His thighs and ass sent waves of pain through his body that he tried to fight down. Clearly this was out of the question for the time being.

Sirius must have noticed what had happened, because he informed Harry gently, “You can lie down, if you want.” Harry stretched out on the cold wood, every part of him grateful for this change of position. His right hand ached from having to keep his grip on the ball while crawling. Everywhere else just hurt to varying extents. He folded his arms beneath his head and just lay there, waiting for the pain to diminish.

Sirius moved around the library. Harry could hear him taking books off the shelves and leafing through the pages. At last, he moved away from the shelves and sat down at one of the window seats.

“Come here,” he ordered. Careful of his stiff body, Harry crawled over to the window seat, where Sirius was lifting up his robes. Harry knew what was expected of him, and took Sirius’ weeping erection in his mouth. Sirius was staring at the heavy book, held open in front of him, but as Harry began there was no chance he was actually concentrating on the words. Over the past few months, Harry had practiced this a lot and now knew just how to make Sirius moan and scream out his name. He licked and sucked, engulfing the erection with his mouth and then pulling back, running his tongue along the length of engorged flesh. He licked away the salty precum from the dip and then dived in again, covering as much of the swollen member as he could.

When Sirius came, shooting streams of semen down his throat with a cry, Harry swallowed quickly, not allowing a drop to spill over his lips. He’d become good at this again. When Sirius recovered his breath and his composure, he rewarded Harry with a brief smile as Harry licked him clean.

Unfortunately, the act had meant that Harry’s erection, already in existence despite the pain because of the hideous thing inside his ass, was now achingly hard. He was desperate for release, but knew there was no chance of that being forthcoming.

“Up,” Sirius patted the seat, and Harry climbed awkwardly and painfully up so that he was kneeling on the soft cushions. With Sirius’ help and guidance, he lowered himself so that he was lying on his side, his legs tucked up slightly to fit on the seat, his head resting on Sirius’ lap. They had lain like this on other occasions, Sirius playing with Harry’s errant strands of hair, while Harry would doze of in post-coitial bliss. But this was not one of those occasions. Harry’s erection was still prominent, adding its torment to the mass of bruises forming on the other side of his body. Sirius seemed completely unaware of this, casually reading his book as though Harry wasn’t naked and at his mercy.

Harry barely noticed when Sirius’ hand left the book and delved into a pocket. He did, however, notice the sudden change in the thing he had up his ass. It started moving, pulsing slowly so that it was pushing against his prostate in a steady rhythm. He gasped aloud at the waves of sensation flowing straight to his groin.

“You like it?” Sirius asked, knowing full well the answer.

“Master! Please!” Harry gasped out.

“Oh, so you do like it.” And the pulsing became more violent, faster, pushing harder against that sweet spot. Harry’s left hand twisted into Sirius’ robes, his right crushing the ball he held. He writhed, trying to find some way to be free of the sensations. He needed them to stop or he’d explode from the need to come.

When they finally ceased, he lay panting and desperate in Sirius’ lap, his lover and master smiling down at him.
“You do not come until I give you permission, no matter what I may do to you.” His smile took on an edge Harry didn’t like. He might have liked it if he wasn’t being punished, but right now was another matter. “This book is full of interesting ideas to try out.”