Low Man Is Due

Yeah, yeah, I know you’re all skipping the warning now, but I mean it – this chapter is deeply unpleasant. It involves very dubious consensual sex with a sixteen year old. If that sort of thing makes you feel ill or inclined to flame, please read something a bit frothier – any of my other fics spring to mind! SP



And for my reviewers:



BlackCat – To be honest, no I don’t intend to say how they got captured, as it truly isn’t important. This story is about what happens whilst caught, and the fallout from that.



Jilliane – Er, thanks for the millions of reviews. Maybe I should dedicate stories to you more often! Anyway, I know you have a VERY rough sketch of where this story is headed, but I guess that just makes you more interested in seeing how that happens.



Lilith – Voila! Your fix, m’lady.



Sammy – Thank you very much for your comments – I see that last line in chapter three is striking a few chords. You put your email address, do you want to be notified of updates to LMID?



Patricia – HARRY’s mental state you’re worried about?! Not Snape’s?!



Chapter Four: This won\'t hurt I swear



Harry’s chest heaved and he fought to bite back a sob as Snape lifted his other hand to the boy’s body, and both palms stroked down over the twitching shoulders, along the tense back, and down to the tight buttocks. Harry felt lightheaded – whether from a lack of oxygen (as he was still struggling to draw breath in past his aching ribs) or whether from sheer shock he had no idea.



Each cheek was squeezed ungently, and Harry had to stifle a “NO!” when he first felt a single digit push between his clenching buttocks to press determinedly against his spasming entrance. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth and bit on it so hard that he broke the skin and blood filled his mouth. He focused on the warm salty fluid, reminding himself that this would happen to Ron with far less gentleness if he refused.



Snape’s finger was pushing painfully against Harry’s hole. Harry felt the cold digit forcing its way into him and tried not to fight it. It would hurt terribly if he did, he knew that. But, even so, he wasn’t just going to let this man rape him; he had to stop it if he could.



The tip of the finger was inside Harry. He could feel the hard nail scraping against his passage and felt nauseous. Before he had time to try and get used to unpleasant experience, it was shoved further into him, thrust past unwilling muscles, deep into his virginal channel.



He cried out as he felt the first burn from protesting muscles. Snape ignored his noise and squeezed the one cheek he still cupped, pulling it apart from the other, enabling him to begin moving his finger relentlessly forward and back, thoroughly working the boy’s throbbing channel.



Harry was shaking with fear and discomfort. He had to admit, he wasn’t really in pain, not like he’d imagined it would hurt, but still, it wasn’t exactly nice.



Snape tugged his finger almost the entire way out, and Harry sagged with relief. The older man still held one buttock, but Harry had no idea where the other hand was, and it worried him. There was a rustle of clothing behind him, and Harry tensed.



Suddenly, the hand returned, and grabbed at his second cheek. The two were prised apart and held wide, almost tearing the skin at the very top where they joined his back. A thick, wet, fleshy, hard something was pressed between them, moving and adjusting until it was pushing up against his already reddened entrance.



Harry felt bile rising in his throat and swallowed around it. This couldn’t be happening. Surely Snape wasn’t really about to fuck him. He whimpered. The sound made the cock against his hole twitch.



The body behind him shifted slightly, so that the clothed chest was pressed against his naked back. The change meant that Harry was now lifted off the ground, held up on that terrifying thing near his ass, and the other’s grip on his bruised buttocks.



“Please,” Harry whispered, “Please don’t.” His voice broke and swallowed up the last word.



Snape seemed to still for a moment. Then he began to push himself up into the boy’s body. At the same time, he shifted his grip to Harry’s hips, and used the new position to lever the lad down onto the shaft forcing its way into him.



For long moments there was resistance, and his cock merely pushed uselessly at the clenched entrance. But gravity eventually won, and Harry heard the pop as the head drove into him. The sound was nothing to the fire that burnt up from his ass, heading straight into his guts. Muscles were being forced to stretch and were fighting a valiant but useless action to stop the onslaught of the invader. Harry felt sure something was being torn by Snape’s merciless press into him.



He screamed and screamed until he ran out of breath. His damaged bones scraped painfully as he tried to draw in more breath. He couldn’t get enough oxygen into his body. The sheer agony branding up from his violated hole was driving the breath from him before he could draw more. It didn’t take long before he was seeing spots before his eyes.



“Can’t….breathe…” he gasped, almost too quietly to be heard.



Snape muttered something under his breath and the pain in Harry’s head and lungs eased. His ribs still scraped against each other, but were no where near as painful as they had been. Then the older man again focused his attention on ramming his cock as deeply as possible into the lad’s tense body.



After what felt like an eternity of nothing but fire and torment, Harry’s entire weight rested on the cock unwillingly settled inside his throbbing and sore passage. He could feel the blood pounding inside him, where the thing was pressing against his veins, causing blockages in the flow of blood around his body. The thick tip was jerking and twitching within him, little abortive movements almost prevented by his abused channel. But still he could feel the shifts, and feel the tear and burn of muscles stressed past all endurance.



He shook with the sheer agony of it.



Snape tightened his grip on Harry’s hips as he slowly withdrew partway from the passage. He was still for a moment, then he thrust savagely into the helpless youth, hearing the cry of shock and pain that was forced from Harry’s throat. But ignoring it. He pulled back and thumped in again. And again. And again.



Harry ceased to be anything but a helpless defenceless body being damaged and torn and hurt and broken and wounded and marred and violated over and over again by the bastard viciously raping him. He even stopped vocalising his horror at his situation, shock and denial having taken the place of terror and anger; and instead slumped as much as the collar, and the other’s grip allowed, silent tears tracing down his cheeks, over his chest, and down, to wet his shrivelled cock and trickle over his cringing balls.



The older man was grunting and moaning as his pleasure built. His fingers tightened their hold, digging sharp nails into bruised skin and he slammed hard and fast into Harry. He shuddered, body tense with impending climax, balls clenching underneath his swollen and sensitive cock. His tip swelled further and he threw his head back as he thudded hard into Harry, his seed spattering deep into his captive.



Shaking with pleasure, he slumped over Harry’s back, cheek pressed against the boy’s shoulder as he gasped for breath. Noticing Harry’s tears he panted, voice gravelly, “Remember, you gave your consent.”