A Slave to a Slave

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Chapter 4 - Making Plans

As soon as his slave collapsed against him, Snape removed his fingers, summoned the butt plug he had cast aside earlier, performed a sanitation spell on it, covered it in the green gel, and then inserted it into his slave’s anus.

Watching all this, Lucius pushed his own slave forward. Draco slid off his father’s lap onto his knees on the floor.

“Go clean Severus’ new slave. I’m sure Severus doesn’t want that cum to dry on his boy’s stomach or on his pants.”

Draco crawled forward and started the clean up, running his tongue over Snape’s pants where Harry’s cum had dripped. After having devoured the traces of cum there, he moved upward, licking Harry’s balls.

Harry startled awake at the feeling of his balls being engulfed in warm, wet heat. His eyes widened as he looked down and saw Draco with his mouth full. He couldn’t contain the moan that escaped his lips. This exquisite new feeling was quickly becoming second best to the feel of his Master’s fingers inside him. That thought caused him to wiggle with the memory of his earlier pleasure, only to find he was filled with the plug. This caused him to moan again, louder this time, as his wiggling pressed it firmly against his prostate.

Severus chuckled. “Are you discovering a liking for being full, my Harry? I hope so, because as long as you are my slave you will be full of something. Your ass is mine.”

Harry groaned and wiggled against his Master’s chest. “But Master...”

“Yes, my nubile, young slave?”

“What if I have to... you know... go, Master?”

Severus chuckled in Harry’s ear, then gently nibbled on the lobe. “The lovely thing about the plugs I use, I make them all myself. That means as I create them, I imbue them with charms. They all are charmed to dispose of waste, so you never again have to worry about that, Harry. I like my slaves as clean as possible. You’d do well to remember that. Now,” Severus grabbed his wand from the end table next to his chair and pressed the tip firmly against the base of Harry’s cock, whispering an incantation that caused a tight ring to form around the base of his slave’s cock and balls. “this should keep you from cumming.”

Harry groaned at the intense feeling of blood flow to his cock being restricted. Severus patted his slave’s ass and pushed him forward towards the floor, causing Draco to release Harry’s balls and slide backwards to avoid a lap full of Harry.

“Why don’t you two go cuddle in my bed for a while. Lucius and I have much to talk about.”

“What a marvelous idea, Severus. First though, Draco, come here and present.”

Draco crawled back towards his father, sat up on his heels, leaned back to rest his hands on the floor behind him, and thrust his hips up towards Lucius.

“Good boy.” Lucius then used his wand to conjure a similar cock ring to the one Harry wore for his son’s testicles and cock. “Now turn around and present your ass.” Draco did as ordered. Lucius grabbed the plug he’d placed aside earlier and pulled a jar of lube from his pocket. He coated the plug with the lube and pressed it into his son’s anus. “Now, go cuddle or play but...” Lucius paused for dramatic effect, “absolutely no penetration of the other’s ass! Punishment for doing so will be severe and not at all pleasurable. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Father.”

“And you, Harry, do you understand the terms?” Severus questioned.

“Yes, Master. I’ll be good, I promise.” Harry’s response was quick, and his voice quivered slightly. Punishment was something he feared greatly.

“Good, now go! You are to stay in my bedroom, on my bed. Do not wander elsewhere or touch anything that is not already on my bed!”

“Yes, Master.” They both quipped before turning and crawling towards the bedroom. The two grown men watched their slave’s ass as they exited the room.

Lucius was the first to break the silence that followed. “Harry seems to be quite a delicious treat.”

“Indeed he does. I intend to keep him, which makes it even more important that I completely understand why our Lord gave him up. He is a sweet treat, clearly very submissive, and he speaks Parseltongue, a quality treasured by all Slytherins. What was our Lord thinking when he threw him away?”

“Ah, but he didn’t exactly throw him away did he? He gave him to one of his most trusted advisors.”

“I would think he would’ve tried harder to impress the lad, curse him with charms until he could bear for him, with such an amazing talent to pass along. Surely with both of them speaking the snake language the trait would be passed on.” Severus stood and began to pace.

“You forget one thing, though, Severus. You are a logical creature. You do not let your emotions dictate your actions. On top of that, you are mostly sane. The same cannot be said for our Lord. Evidently, after the incident that had Harry removed from his harem, our Lord had to be sedated. He was yelling and screaming about how ‘that infernal slave boy’ was trying to take over his throne. Something about only playing the submissive to become queen, something about regicide. He evidently fears the slave is attempting to gain power through the very pregnancy he was trying to force upon his slave. Were you aware we had a monarchy, Severus?”

Severus’ chuckle resembled more of a growl, his amusement tempered severely by what seemed to be at stake. “Slytherin has not had a monarchy in over two hundred years.”

“Exactly. Our Lord is swiftly descending into madness. He needs to be taken care of, removed in necessary.”

“If we continue with this plan, we stand the chance of loosing everything.”

“Or of gaining more power than either of us has ever dreamed.”

“And what do you suppose we do, once we’ve overthrown our Lord?”

“Haven’t thought that far, but something that gives us lots and lots of power. Being ruler of Slytherin doesn’t sound half bad. King Lucius.” Lucius stood and grabbed the bottle of scotch, pouring himself a tumbler full. “I’ll drink to that.” He tossed the liquor back.

“You’re becoming more and more deluded with every passing day. Are you sure our Lord is the insane one?”

“Very funny, Severus.” He sobered quickly. “Do you think your Gryffindor friends will help?”

“They fear what our Lord has planned for the future. They know invasion is likely, they just aren’t certain when. Thanks to that show our Lord put on yesterday, we know it will be soon. We have an advantage with which we can appeal to them.”

“So we flee. We do as our Lord says and play Ambassadors. We cross the border into Gryffindor and contact your friends instead of issuing the Declaration of War. Are they high enough up in society to help us gain immunity?”

“Dumbledore has often acted as a father to me. Once we cross the border, if I can contact the right people, we’ll be safe.”

“Then we plan a coup d’etat?”

“Then we plan a coup d’etat.”