Breaking Sirius

Sirius paced the room, trying to figure out a way to get away from the demented woman that he now had to call, “Mistress.” She had pretty much covered everything, obviously she already had experience with unwilling slaves.

Of course, unwilling was an understatement to define him, at the moment. He wanted to leave, to go back to his little hideout where he could be planning out how to get these control freaks off their high horses and back into reality.

They called him the Rebel Leader, and he supposed that was accurate. After Voldemort and his followers had killed off a third of the Wizarding population and a full half of the muggles, he had rebelled against their idea of how to make sure the massacre never happened again.

The idiots had decided to make all purebloods into slaves, since Voldemort’s followers had all been this way. What else could he do, but try to put a stop to it? It was pure lunacy, in its clearest form. He could attest that a certain lineage did not make one good or bad, rather one’s convictions did so. He came from a long line of fanatics, almost always murderous and racist in nature, yet he was the opposite.

One of his best friends growing up had been a half-blood werewolf. A condition Sirius had known was not by choice, nor did it reflect on the boy’s virtue or character. Indeed, Remus had been one of the most gentle people he had ever met, completely shattering the tales he had heard as a child about “those filthy animals.”

He stopped at the window and looked over the pale expanse of land outside. It was covered in snow, and the light from his window bounced off of it, glittering and iridescent. He sighed and leaned his head against the wall, would he ever see it up close? Would she ever let him out in the cool, fresh air? He wanted so badly to run until he was breathless, then fall down on a grass-covered hillside and soak up the sun’s warmth, like he did when he was a child with his friends.

He thought of Remus again and wondered how he fared. Did Remus find fault with him, for sticking up for his beliefs? Probably not, he assured himself, he would probably try just as hard to win the purebloods’ rights. Although, being a werewolf, he would meet with some heavy resistance, if not outright violence.

His thoughts turned to Peter, and he felt anger well up inside of him. The bastard had turned on them all, gathering the last piece of ingredients needed to create the spell that Voldemort had used in the Queen’s Hall Massacre. The very fact that he had trusted the rat so implicitly, when the man had been plotting against them for so long had put him into a mindless rage more than once. He fervently wished Peter hadn’t been one of the first to die, just so he could have the privilege of squeezing every last breath out of the lying little traitor.

James… he hadn’t thought of him in so long. The old boy got off easy; he was already married to a muggle-born, so she became his owner. They had just had a son, named Harry, when Sirius had seen them last, but that was almost twenty years ago. At least, he knew he didn’t have to worry about James, he was in Lily’s charge and would stay safe and happy.

Occasionally during those long years in hiding, he would have the good fortune of receiving a newspaper. It wasn’t much, and it was usually long out-dated, but it gave him a link back to the regular world. He had noted with pride that Harry’s name had started popping up more and more in the last few years. The boy had competed well in Hogwart’s Quidditch, and was now on his way to becoming an Auror.

His thoughts were interrupted when his captor walked into the room. Despite the hate he had for her, he couldn’t help but admire her form. Blonde hair hung loose down her back, framing an angelic face with full, pouty lips and bright blue eyes. Today, she was wearing a tight black dress that showed off her nicely proportioned breasts and hips, clinging to them in a way that left almost nothing to the imagination. Her legs, smooth and supple, could be seen peeking out from under the hem of the dress. All in all, she was the picture of perfection and he would have happily devoted hours shagging her senseless, if not for the fact that she could order him to do anything and he would have to comply.
He cleared his throat and faced the window once more. “What do you want?” He could feel his dick hardening and willed it to go soft again, not wanting to give her the satisfaction.

She walked toward him, eyeing his muscular back and legs. “That is no way to greet your Mistress, Pet. Next time, be nice about it. Also, you should call me Mistress and you know it. I’ll have to punish you later for that one, right now I haven’t the time. In your wardrobe is a dog collar and a harness, put them on and meet me downstairs in five minutes. Oh, and comb your hair, you look unkempt.”

Sirius used all of his will power to wait until she left before turning to do as she ordered. The collar was a soft black leather that seemed to be made specifically for his neck. It was trimmed and shaped to conform to him and didn’t chafe, something unusual for the collars James had gotten him for Padfoot. The harness was quite similar to the one he’d tried on the night before, except it left the cock hanging free and had a larger plug in the back. He winced as he got it in, this wasn’t something he was used to.

Going to the mirror, he reviewed his reflection before starting on his shoulder-length hair with the brush. It was quite tangled and took him the better part of his allotted time, but he managed to get it looking presentable.

Heading downstairs, he passed a door with noises coming from it that could only be the sounds of two people having sex. Wondering what kind of house he was in, he stopped for a moment and listened. A man was obviously in charge, from the orders he was issuing to the other person in the room.

Someone cried out in pain and Sirius remembered his flogging from the night before. Welts now stripped his bottom and he found it hard to sit, damn the woman and her fucking power trip.

He moved on, aware that it was almost five minutes. He rushed down the stairs and skidded to a halt right before Her. “Good morning, Mistress, I hope you slept well,” he said, staring imperiously into her eyes.

A feminine voice behind him, sounding quite amused, remarked, “You do know how to keep them under your rule, don’t you, Trinity? Personally, I think he took a little over-long, but at least he’s pleasant.”

His Mistress arched an eyebrow at him and responded, “Well, he’s pleasant enough, but he still needs to learn his place. Did you bring them?”

“Yes, but I don’t know what good they’re going to do you. I mean, they’re meant for women. Of course, I don’t know of any better, but they’re meant for women.”

Trinity smiled past Sirius, a gleam in her eye. “Don’t worry, they’ll do the job just fine. Come, pet, let’s get you situated, shall we?”

Sirius followed the two women into a room off of the main living area. Looking around, he saw a few wardrobes and a table were the only furnishings. Noting this, he couldn’t help but wonder what was in store for him.

Trinity walked over to a large mahogany wardrobe and commanded, “Pet, get over to the table and wait for more instructions. Don’t get hard, now, I need you soft.”

Sirius did as he was told and stared at the table while he heard his mistress fuss about something.

The top of the table was oak, inlaid with what looked like pine. A hole reached all the way through the table, positioned almost at the center of the table. It was perfectly round and had obviously been built into the furniture, with a hole about two inches across. The reason why anyone would do such a thing to a beautiful and expensive table was beyond Sirius, but he had an idea that he would find out soon.

A gloved hand caressed his bottom and he jerked out of his reverie. Looking over, he saw Trinity’s friend leering at him. Her other hand slid in front, gliding down his chest to cup his flaccid cock. “This one is good quality, even for you, Trinity. Where did you get him?” Her hand continued to idly explore his body, making him wince when she pushed on his butt plug.

Trinity glanced over, noticing his eyes glaring at the two of them. “Face front, no looking around!” she barked, before continuing in a nicer voice for her guest. “He’s a new one I purchased from Tiberius yesterday. There was an auction last night, didn’t you hear?”

Sirius’s tormentor knelt in front of his balls and began to play with them. “Oh, yeah I knew, but I have enough already. Besides, I don’t know anyone who enjoys breaking in a slave quite as much as you do. I wouldn’t have enjoyed it, knowing that I’d have to train them all. You know how that goes.”

Trinity’s voice came closer and Sirius could hear the amusement in her voice. “Oh, he was the only new one, the rest came with plenty of experience. Doesn’t make them more fun, though.” She caressed his thigh and he felt a twinge in his groin, the earlier command was having quite an effect on him. Setting something down on the floor behind him, she bit his nipple. “I find that the fresh ones are tons of fun, they’re always more naive than they like to think.” Sirius grunted at the sting on his chest and heard her laugh softly. “Up on the table, Pet, lay down on your stomach.”

Sirius awkwardly climbed on the table and positioned himself like she said, glancing uncertainly at her. “No, with your dick coming out of the whole.” She got underneath and pulled his dick and balls through, it was a tight fit. “There now, Pet, you may get hard any time you like.”

Sirius felt hands caressing his ass, dipping down to massage his hole. More hands underneath the table worked on his soft cock and he groaned. Getting hard meant getting bigger, making the fit tighter. He tried willing it to go soft again, but both sets of hands worked too well.

This went on for a few minutes before everything stopped. Trinity climbed out from under the table and smiled at him. “Comfy, Pet? Now, close your eyes and don’t peek!” He had no choice and listened attentively as she walked away. A door opened and some words murmured before he felt a hot mouth envelope his cock. He sighed and bucked into the table, craving more contact. His cock swelled and the tension increased, making him pant in pleasure/pain.

His mistress suddenly commanded, “Keep your hands on the table, Pet, and don’t try to interfere with what we’re doing.”

Sirius wondered for half a moment what she was talking about before he felt pain explode on his backside. He screamed and jerked his body, getting more discomfort from the piece of furniture he was currently attached to. A light slap could be felt on his legs, followed by another explosion of pain on his butt. He jerked again and again felt the table stop his movements. This continued for what felt like forever, and pretty soon he had tears flowing freely and a raw ass, tender and red hot from it’s treatment.

Trinity shushed him and ran her fingers through his hair, calming the sobs to mere whimpers. “It’s alright, Pet, we’ll stop now if you will voluntarily agree to drink a potion I had made for you.”

Sirius wanted to leap on this opportunity, but caution made him hold back. “What kind of potion?”

The other woman’s voice rang out. “For Christ’s sake, Trinity, you can just order him to drink it!”

Trinity petted Sirius and responded, “I want him to choose for himself, Shea, not do it because he has to. It’s more fun for him that way.” Her voice softened and she got a bit closer to Sirius. “It’s nothing bad, it won’t harm you in any way. It’s just a potion to increase sexual stimulation.”

Sirius considered for a moment, then felt a whip lightly land on his abused backside and winced. “Yes, Mistress, I’ll do it.”

Her pleasure was evident, even with closed eyes. “Good boy! Here, let me lift your head. Now, drink it all, that’s good. Alright, you can open your eyes, now.”

Sirius did so to see to well-built men standing in front of him, smiling. He tried to say something, but stopped when his insides roiled. He grunted and squirmed, looking around desperately for Trinity. He couldn’t see her and panicked. Clawing the table, it felt as if his dick was getting sucked inside him while his chest was about to explode. He clenched his teeth and curled into a ball, waiting for it to be over.


He was lying on his side, recovering from whatever potion that lying bitch had given him when something occurred to him. He shouldn’t be able to be lying on his side, his dick should still be stuck in that stupid table. Opening his eyes slowly, he was not at all prepared for the sight that they took in.