Your Life Is Mine.

Draco drew a great many nervous glances during the next day, glances he was scarcely aware of due to the occupation of his thoughts on his new toy. Tension ran through the student body like a wildfire, even the other Slytherins began to avoid him, it was just entirely too creepy how much Draco was smiling. By the time Potions rolled around, the blond boy was humming under his breath and the rest of the students were jumping at the slightest sounds.

Draco took his seat at the back of the class and was doubly-pleased when everyone chose to give him plenty of room, honest to goodness mirth actually scampering through him. He settled back in his seat and rested his feet on his desk, licking his lips as Severus swept in from his office, scowling darkly and looking a touch red in the face. Draco's gaze dropped as if he could see through the professor's robes and he chuckled to himself, guessing that his precious pet had been furiously trying to scrub away the epithet that had been scrawled across his skin.

A couple of students in front of him heard the laughter and shifted uncomfortably, shooting fearful glances at one another, each finding it difficult to believe how much they longed for the old, churlish Draco. This new one was thoroughly discomfiting. Snape shot Draco a look of barely disguised loathing and then flicked his wand at the board, revealing the potion that would be the day's work. "Carefully note the changes each ingredient brings about and work silently." Snape's voice was even chillier than it had been previously, and Draco couldn't resist another self-satisfied snicker.

He fetched himself the ingredients and idly went about pretending to work, his eyes following Severus, who seemed to be pointedly avoiding drifting too near the rear of the room. That simply wouldn't do. Draco lifted his hand and affixed an expression of innocent bafflement upon his face, canting his head as he called politely. "Professor Snape? I wonder if you would come and look at my potion? I'm not sure I diced my Xantha root small enough." This earned him a scowl from his surly pet, but Snape could hardly refuse, so he moved back to stand across Draco's desk. "It's fine." He hissed as he cast a glance at the blackened mess in Draco's cauldron.

"Come 'round the desk and stand beside me. Right beside me." Draco whispered firmly, another smug smirk curling his lips as Severus hissed a cursed but blithely followed orders. He settled right up against Draco's side, eyes pointed down into the cauldron as he muttered under his breath. "Draco, you can't toy with me during class, you'll..." Draco shut him up by dipping a hand beneath the table and grasping him firmly through the many layers of fabric. Another of those soft chuckles lilted from his lips at the look of stunned horror on Snape's face. Really, his pet was so adorable.

"Watch your expression, pet, or else the whole class will notice." He suggested casually as he caressed the hardening flesh of his toy's cock, enjoying the way it responded to his touch even while his godfather stood stiff and horrified. He tilted his head back, flicking a glance to make sure they were not being watched, then licked his lips up at his pet, purring. "You shouldn't act as if you aren't enjoying this, pet. I can feel how much you want me, how much you throb for me, so you are proven a liar even as you do so." He slid his hand down further, closing it around the thick head, able to feel the incredible heat even through the layers of cloth. He squeezed gently, a vicious little smile curling his lips as Snape stared down at him with a neutral expression, though his eyes were bright with emotion.

"Cum." Draco almost sang the word, letting it trip slowly from the end of his tongue as he kept his hand firmly cupped over the head of his pet's cock. He savored the flash of terror that blazed in the black eyes, and then Snape's hands grasped the edge of his desk and his body shook. Draco knew he was biting his tongue to hold back cries of pleasure, and the hot, sticky moisture soaked swiftly through his toy's robes to coat his hand. He could feel his own cock straining and throbbing in the tight confines of his trousers, but for the moment it was distant as he drank in the iron-control he had over the older wizard. Finally, Snape stopped shuddering and exhaled in a silent gasp, staring at Draco in unmitigated horror. Draco only smile and released him, lifting his hand to lick the taste of his godfather's cum from his palm, muttering. "You may go. But, you are not allowed to change your robes or clean yourself up until I tell you otherwise."

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Severus rushed to his quarters when his last class let out, stepping into his rooms with a deep sigh of relief as he slammed the door and warded it against intruders. He moved to his bookcase and shifted aside a few of the ancient texts to retrieve the hidden bottle of Firewhisky, almost whimpering with the need for the drink. All day he'd had to walk around with the evidence of his own lack of control drying in his robes and on his skin, by the end of the day he'd been able to smell it. His nerves were completely shot, and his hands shook as he uncorked the bottle and tilted it back to take a long swallow. Fuck a glass, his godson was slowly driving him mad and he couldn't be arsed to bother with a fucking glass.

He groaned as the liquor burned down his throat and spread tendrils of soothing fire through his veins, clutching the bottle to his chest as he strode over to sprawl on his couch. He knew he looked like some street-corner sot, but he had far more things to worry about than whether or not he looked like a common wino. Sweet Merlin, what was he going to do? Draco had him trapped like a fucking rat in one of those Muggle devices, and no matter how he looked at his predicament he couldn't discern an escape. The worst part was, there was a dark part of him that didn't want to be free of this hell.

He flinched away from the thought, refusing to face that cutting truth without at least half a bottle of alcohol nicely numbing his senses. He took another undignified swig and licked his lips, glowering at his lap and the faint stain that he could see on the area over his crotch. Damn the fucking boy for humiliating him like that. He had probably been hoping that his pet would moan and truly debase himself before the entire class of students. Snape twitched, sitting up at the sudden mortifying thought. What if Draco wanted exactly that? Draco could conceivably make him perform before an entire classroom of students and then Obliviate them all. Would he do that?

He was jerked from his frightening, and wickedly thrilling, thoughts by the angry buzz of his wards, his eyes widening in alarm. Fuck! He'd forgotten to make sure Draco could get through. He swiftly dropped the wards and then jumped to his feet when the door crashed open, confronted by the livid face of his Master. "I-I'm sorry, Draco...I forgot..." The door slammed shut and the enraged blond rushed across the room throwing Severus roughly to the floor, making him drop the bottle of Firewhisky, which shattered. The scent of liquor filled the air, and Snape found himself whimpering like a small creature as Draco descended upon him.

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Draco was incensed and when his pet fell and whimpered, suddenly his anger was swirling in a heady mixture with lust, filling him up and making him moan gutturally. "What did you fucking call me, pet?" He dropped heavily onto Severus' chest with his knees, shuddering in pleasure as the man wheezed and whined quietly in pain. Bending forward, he bared his teeth in a clear threat, overcome with the urge to bite and bite until his jaw ached and his pretty little toy was bloody from head to toe. "Master! I'm sorry, Master! Please, please..." Tears sprang to Severus' eyes and Draco groaned in need, leaning closer to lap at the corners, sipping delicately at the salty flow.

"Better, pet. Mmm...I love the taste of your tears. It is almost as good as your blood." He leaned back, folding his arms across his chest and looking down intently at the face of the older wizard, savoring his struggles for air as Draco shifted deliberately to force it from his lungs. He adjusted himself to put all of his weight on his pet's chest and shuddered with twisted delight as the man began to turn purple, unable to breathe, his eyes wide and filled with fear. "Does my toy wish to breathe?" Draco whispered softly, licking his lips and laughing as Severus nodded slightly, his hands weakly clawing at the front of Draco's robes.

"Do you accept that your life is mine to command and control?" He took one of the elegant hands into his and lifted it to kiss the center of the palm lightly, watching Snape's eyes roll back as he drew close to passing out. Still, he managed to nod his agreement with Draco's words, and that satisfied the blond boy. "Good." He stood and moved away, plucking his wand out to banish the mess of glass and liquor that was soaking into the rug and spreading over the floor. He turned back as Severus labored to his feet, coughing and sucking in wheezing lungfulls of air, his face brilliant red and his eyes slightly glassy.

Draco enjoyed this for a few moments, then settled back on the couch, stretching his arms over the back and tilting his head slightly. "I want you to strip, pet. I would prefer you do it willingly and not force me to make you. I shall grow very tired of that game if you force me to use it too often, and then I might decide to find someone more amusing to play with. Understand?" He quirked a pale brow, grinning sweetly as Severus began to discard his clothing, still fighting to get a proper breath in his compressed and painful lungs. "Yes, Master." Oh, but his voice was ever so much more sensual when he was all raspy from almost suffocating.

Draco hummed quietly as he watched the layers slip away from his toy's body and end up in a pile on the armchair, one hand idly dropping to press and rub against his throbbing erection through his robes. He didn't miss the way those inky black eyes followed his hand and lingered on the sizable lump in his lap, and his smile grew. Yes, he enjoyed the fact that Severus hated himself for wanting what Draco gave him. It added a whole other delicious twist to the relationship. Finally, the last few garments fell by the wayside and his pet was revealed in all his ivory-skinned, leanly-muscular, gracefully-designed glory.

"Do turn around, pet." Draco growled hungrily as the delicious male specimen turned his back and revealed his taut, toned backside. In a thrice Draco was up and moving to kneel behind his pet, hands caressing up the outside of his thighs to his hips, gripping there hard and hissing. "Try not to move." Snape jerked his head back to try and peer over his shoulder and down, wanting to know what Draco was doing. "Caecos." His eyesight winked out and he tensed up sharply, hands balling into fists as he whimpered with the primitive fear of blindness. He knew the spell was reversible, but it still made his heart pound and his skin break out with a cold sweat.

Draco chuckled softly at the fear rolling off his pet, glad that he'd found that particular spell and practiced enough to get it just right. He much preferred actual blindness to a boring old blindfold, especially since the cloth could get in the way of more interesting forms of torture. He trailed his tongue over one smooth, creamy cheek and grinned when it twitched, blowing across the line of moisture to make goose bumps spread like a rash across the pretty flesh. "You have such a lovely ass, pet. It's really a shame that you don't show off more. Though, I don't think I'd like you flaunting what is mine without my express consent."

He flicked a glance up and laughed harshly at the expression of childlike terror on Severus' face, then indulged his urge and sunk his teeth brutally in the meat of one quivering cheek. The shriek of pain that accompanied the sudden, heady flow of blood into his mouth combined to send him soaring into heights of animal lust. He drew back and added a matching bite to the other globe, shuddering at his pet's cry of agony and the salty-sweet flavor of his blood. He rocked backward and licked each wound almost lovingly, before standing and moving back over to sit on the couch. He watched the shivering, whining creature that was his, all his and no one else's.

His erection was swiftly becoming painful and he plucked up his wand to spell away his clothing, sending them to the empty armchair in a neatly folded pile, then removing the spell he'd placed on his pet with a Finite. He sighed with relief and glanced down at his arching, weeping cock, smirking. "Turn and face me, pet." He looked up, licking the blood from his lips as Severus turned to face him, black eyes instantly captured by the sight of his cock. "Do you want it, pet? Tell the truth." He could see the struggle in those heated eyes, but the lips spoke with a fervency that sent jolts straight to his groin. "Yes, Master. I want it so much, please..."

He growled his pleasure and reached down, curling his hand around the base of his cock and stroking slowly, lips lifting in vicious amusement. "You can't have it, pet. You are only allowed to stand there and watch me enjoy myself. You can't touch yourself, understand?" Snape's face twitched with something akin to pain, but he nodded, his own cock perfectly thick and ruddy, thrusting up from between his thighs like the prow of a ship. Draco watched a drop of clear fluid ooze from the tip and hang for a moment before rolling down along the underside.

"Have you cum since I left you last night, not including this morning in class?" Draco lifted his gaze to the flushed face of his delightful toy, his fingers feathering slowly up and down his shaft, quite patient as he enjoyed his pet's agony of desire. He could probably do this all night, and the idea had its certain appeal. "Y-Yes, Master." A blond brow arched and Draco laughed quietly, swiping one finger over the top of his crown to gather up a drop of precum. He grinned cruelly as the black gaze followed his hand to his mouth and then Severus groaned as he licked the sticky fluid from his fingertip. "When?"

He lowered his hand back to his crotch and slid it down to cup his balls, shifting slightly and spreading his legs to make sure that his helpless audience got a good view. "Th-This morning after I woke up and then this afternoon, during lunch." There was a notable quiver to Severus' voice and his whole body was shaking, his cock twitching and bobbing wildly in front of him. "Why?" Draco purred the question, well aware of the answer, but wanting to force Severus to admit it, enjoying the way the man flushed ever darker with each honest answer he was forced to give.

"Because, I was aroused by the way you...treat me." The last part had actually broken a bit and tears once more slipped from those dilated black eyes, which were still riveted on Draco's hand. The blond laughed scornfully and drew his feet up to rest his heels on the edge of the couch, putting his small, pink puckered rosebud on display. The gasp from Severus made him smile and he teased a fingertip over the tight ring, arching a brow at his pet. "You enjoy being used, being controlled, being humiliated and abused, don't you?" He layered his words with disgust, watching the tall wizard shudder in shame, though his cock seemed to throb all the harder. "Yes, Master." The words came out in a near sob, yet the man could not tear his gaze from the teasing fingers that petted Draco's arsehole.

"You want my ass, don't you, pet? You want to fuck me, want to eat me out and then fuck my tight little ass until you fill me up with your seed, don't you?" Came Draco's cold hiss as he lifted his hand to wet one finger then reached back down to press gently, probing his clenched pucker. Snape's cock snapped up hard enough to slap against his stomach, leaving a smear of precum on his skin and he moaned. "Yes! Please, Master! I want...want you!" Severus was panting raggedly, trembling and sweating profusely as he stared at Draco, tears coursing down his pink cheeks to roll over his toned chest. He looked on the very edge of a breakdown. Frankly, Draco wanted to see how hard he could push him.

"I want you to get on your hands and knees and crawl over to me. Stop just a foot from the couch, and lean in toward me until I tell you to stop." Draco murmured quietly, his finger gliding slowly in and out of his ass, eyes following the older wizard as he obeyed. He let Severus lean in until he could feel the warmth of his breath on his skin and then smirked, whispering. "Stop there. Now, watch as I get myself off, as if I need to tell you that. You're really pathetic, pet. You can't resist staring at me, and you are probably more turned on right now than you've ever been in your life. You're a complete disgrace to your House and the Dark Lord." He slid a second finger in with a grunt and began scissoring them as he plunged them in and slid them back out.

Snape was reduced to soft, canine whimpers and mewls, his gaze fixated on Draco's fingers, and his cock weeping copiously on the stone floor between his legs. His nails were dug so deep into his palms that blood dripped from between his fingers to patter to the stone, his tears still tumbling to wet his heaving chest. His body was broiling with lust, arousal like a living animal devoured him from within, and he was hovering in some limbo between wakefulness and a swoon. He heard Draco's insults distantly and they only added to his intense need, the scorn and the disgust were like verbal lashes of a whip. They struck him and sent painful shots of blinding heat to his iron-hard, aching cock, until he felt he might go utterly mad with the desire to cum.

Draco's free hand finally slid down and wrapped around his own cock, a third finger joining the two already stretching his tight ass, pounding in to bump his prostate with each thrust. He grunted roughly and pointed his cock down at the rapt face of his pet, watching those glazed eyes as he jerked hard, so aroused that it took only a couple of pulls before he was snarling his release and pumping his seed all over Severus' face. He shuddered, hissing and twitching as he spilled himself on the shocked countenance of his property, his hands dropping away when there was nothing left. He collapsed back against the couch, breathing hard and trembling from the incredible force of his climax.

Severus remained where he was, looking startled and shamed by the unexpected facial, prompting a laugh from his Master. "You look damned cute with my cum all over your face." He shifted lazily out to lie on his side, stretching out on the couch and motioning to his pet. "Come here. Let Master clean you up." Severus crawled over to Draco's head and then whimpered as the boy leaned in to slowly lick the hot, thick spend from his cheeks and brow. Each touch of his tongue against his skin sent another agonizing crackle through his cock and he was whining urgently by the time Draco had lapped up the last of his cum. "Ah...Do you wish to cum, pet?" Draco leaned back, licking his lips and feeling deliciously content, smirking at the eager nod from his pretty little toy.

"No. You are being punished for forgetting to leave me a way in through your wards and for calling me Draco." Draco picked up his wand and pointed it at Severus' crotch, murmuring a soft incantation and beaming when a black Dragonskin pouch encased the heavy balls and a silver ring encircled the base of his cock. "Perhaps I will let you cum tomorrow night." He glanced up and laughed at the look of consternation on his pet's face, reaching down to skate a fingertip over the throbbing, purple crown. "The ring will prevent you from cumming and the pouch...well, that's just for my own enjoyment. Feel that? The more aroused you get, the tighter it will constrict on your balls. I should think they will be gloriously crushed by tomorrow night."

He watched the pouch tighten as he teased the head of Severus' cock, hearing the man's breathless moan of mingled pleasure and pain, already impatient for the next night. He rose and moved over to begin dressing calmly, humming to himself once more. "You are not to beg off classes tomorrow. You will do as you would any other day, except you are not allowed to touch yourself. And...you are not to wear anything beneath your robes, except that lovely little gift I just gave you." He turned and looked to Severus who had risen to his feet and was clutching the armchair for support, staring at him in humiliation and horror. "Don't worry, pet. I promised not to kill you, didn't I?" He flashed a cold smile and then swept out of the suite, humming as he left his toy behind to his hell.