Hogsmeade, Circa 1826

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Severus followed Harry down onto the dusty streets of old Hogsmeade. He shivered as the cool morning air assaulted his scantily clad body. Keeping his head low, he glanced around at the people milling about.

He saw an older man with a female slave that was dressed worse than he was. The man wore clothes similar to Harry’s including a thick wool jacket. The woman was wearing a soft flowing dress that barely came to her knees and high-heeled shoes. Her mouse brown hair was pulled into a ponytail and her face was painted with heavy makeup. She looked to be a few years older than Harry, but it was hard to be sure with all the makeup.

Further down the street, Severus watched an older woman with two little boys and an older male slave. The slave was also poorly dressed, though his clothes looked to be in good repair. His cotton shirt was so thin, Severus could see his chest hair and protruding nipples.

He was being dragged by his chain by one of the children, who pulled roughly. The other, younger, child was behind him, kicking him and pushing while he laughed. The mother turned to yell at the boys, but did nothing to stop their abuse of the slave. When she turned back to dig in her hand bag, the boy holding the leash gave the slave a solid kick to the slave’s groin. The slave gasped and fell to his knees where the other boy could kick him in the arse and pound on his head. Severus suppressed a growl and looked away.

Severus was so distracted, he failed to notice Harry had started walking again. He stumbled forward when Harry had reached the end of his leash and inadvertently tugged on it. Harry turned and glared at him when he felt the pull.

“Keep up,” Harry stated firmly. Severus nodded and hung his head, keeping his eyes focused on the ground under Harry’s feet.

Severus followed Harry’s foot steps into a spacious shop. As he surreptitiously looked around, he saw that it was a store that seemed to specialize in slave gear. He shivered with remembered fear as he turned his head away from an assortment of things designed for pain stimulation.

Harry swallowed a feeling of impending doom and made his way over to a selection of whips and chains. From the corner of his eye, he had witnessed Severus’ slight tremor and tried not to think about it. He would get the whip as Severus had suggested, but he vowed not to use it unless absolutely necessary for their survival.

Harry tried not to gape and gawp at the assortment of Master ‘tools’, but he was shocked at what he found. Hanging on the wall was at least 20 different whips, chains and paddles. The leather whips were of varying lengths with slight differences in the handles. Some had studs imbedded throughout the length, others with just a stud on the tip.

Then there were the cat-o-nine tails with several strips of leather coming out of the handles. Again, some were studded, some were not. Next were the chains. They varied in thickness and length, but were not filled with the painful looking studs. The paddles were made of either very stiff leather, or solid wood. They reminded Harry of the few times his aunt and uncle had spanked his bottom with a wooden spoon.

As Harry lightly fingered one basic whip that had no studs and was of medium length, an older man approached him.

“Can I help you with something, Master?” he said in a rough voice.

“I need a new whip,” Harry told him, sounding much more confident than he felt.

“Ah, always a handy thing to have, Master,” the man said, grinning and eyeing Severus with interest. “May I suggest this one?” The man pointed to a very long whip with a molded handle and a sharp stud on the tip. “He looks like he could be difficult to handle at times. The small metal button on the end will remind him of his place.”

Harry tried to look thoughtful while his stomach was knotting up. More and more, he was beginning to hate this little town and all the people in it. He wanted to pull the whip from the wall and use it on the old man and see if he was reminded of anything.

“No, I think I prefer this one,” Harry said finally, taking down the one without studs.

“Very good, sir,” the man said with a slight bow. He was about to ask if Harry needed anything else, when a booming voice echoed merrily through the shop.

“Harry!” Wulfric cried happily.

“Hello, Wulfric,” Harry said somewhat nervously. He felt his face flush with embarrassment at being caught buying ‘sex toy’. His first instinct was to hide the whip, but his logic took over. He was a Master now, and should have a whip and anything else he deemed useful.

“Buying a new whip, I see.” Wulfric eyed the whip in Harry’s hand and nodded with approval.

“Yes, some of our belongings were stolen during our travels and I haven’t been able to replace them yet,” Harry explained quickly.

“Ah! Well, perhaps I can help? What all do you require?” Wulfric offered. Harry wanted to tell him no and continue on his own, but he didn’t want to insult the man who was offering aid to a perfect stranger.

“Well…” Harry tried to think quickly. “I need some restraints…” he said with some uncertainty.

“Wonderful!” Wulfric shouted. “This way, my boy.”

Wulfric led Harry to another part of the shop where he found what looked like hundreds of different restraining items. Harry nearly sighed in defeat, not having the slightest idea of what he wanted or needed in this section. Wulfric made it simple for him.

“Now lets see… Do you want something that will cause pain as well as restraining?” the red-haired man asked.

“No, I can cause enough pain myself when necessary,” Harry said with a shake of his head.

“Very good! I don’t agree with the added pain, myself!” Wulfric gave relief filled smile. “Do you want to bind all his limbs together or keep them more separate.”

“Separate, I should think. That’s how his last restraints were.” Harry thought it would be good to mention what they had used before since Wulfric was making it sound like Harry was new to this and the old shopkeeper was watching them from a short distance away.

“Alright, how about these?” Wulfric asked as he reached for a set of wrist and ankle cuffs. They were padded with a soft fur on the inside, while the outer part was made from stiff leather.

“Yes, that’s exactly the sort we’d had before!” Harry exclaimed happily. They did look the best to Harry, restraining without hurting.

“These are my favorite as well!” Wulfric handed Harry the cuffs, again with an approving smile. “Now, how about some toys? After all, what’s the point of having a slave if you can’t have fun with him?” Wulfric gave Harry a wink and led him into another section.

This area of the shop was filled with a wide assortment of sex toys and Harry had to try very hard not to blush right down to his toes. There were dildos made of what appeared to be latex, but Harry mused that it must have been some magical substance as latex surely hadn’t been invented yet. There were also buttplugs made from the same material, as well as dildos and buttplugs made from polished wood. On another set of shelves were various flavored lubricants, all made from Bertie Botts, the maker of the Every Flavor Jelly Beans.

“Now, Harry, if I may?” Wulfric asked politely. Harry had no idea what the man had in mind, but was fairly certain he could trust him.

“You may,” Harry said with a nod.

“Drop you trousers,” Wulfric said firmly to Severus. Harry was shocked, but hid it well.

Severus looked up sharply, then looked to Harry as though asking permission. Harry ignored the pleading look at nod for Severus to follow the unexpected order. Severus took a deep breath, then shoved his trousers down his slim hips with a touch of anger.

Wulfric knelt in front of Severus and gently lifted his flaccid penis. “He’s well endowed, isn’t he?” Wulfric commented as he looked at Harry with a knowing grin and a wink. Harry stifled a snicker as Severus blushed profusely, his eyes focused on the wall behind Harry.

He stood up again and stepped over to shelf that held dozens of small metal and leather rings. His hand hovered over them until he spotted the one he was looking for. It was a leather ring with metal clasps and a smaller metal ring in the front.

“This looks to be about the right size,” he said, picking it up. He got to his knees in front of Severus again and started attaching the cock ring.

Harry couldn’t help watching as the man gently manipulated Severus’ cock into the tight ring. He was amazed to see that Severus was indeed well endowed, his soft cock was a good six inches and quite thick. It was beginning to stiffen under Wulfric’s tender touch and Harry felt a stirring of his own at the sight. When the ring was in place, Harry watched with a sudden irrational jealousy as Wulfric planted a feather soft kiss to the tip of Severus’ now semi-hard penis.

Wulfric stood back up and directed Severus to pull his trousers up. Within barely the blink of an eye, Severus had his trousers in place, not even looking to Harry for permission this time. He vowed to get even with Harry in some way for this humiliation.

“There! That should hold him nicely. It even has a ring on it in case you wish to… lift him further,” Wulfric snickered. “Now for the real toys!” Wulfric grinned lustfully at the selection of toys on the shelves. “Or, perhaps, you’re slave could choose something? They are for him, after all!”

Harry looked questioningly at Severus, who was still blushing, and had to suppress a laugh. “Go ahead, Severus, pick out a toy you think you’ll enjoy playing with,” Harry said, amusement clear in his voice.

Severus’ jaw tightened as he bit down on the acerbic words threatening to spill out. He nodded curtly at Harry, then turned to peruse the selection of sex toys. He knew that it may come to the point where he and Harry had to have sex to keep up their appearance as Master and slave, so he looked for items which would be comfortable for him. He dismissed the wooden ones as being too stiff and possibly painful, as well as all the oversized toys.

His eyes settled on a medium sized buttplug made from the soft, flexible, magical latex. He knew from experience that it wasn’t too big to cause much discomfort, but it also wasn’t so small that it wouldn’t give him a decent stretch. He didn’t expect that Harry was overly large in that respect, so this would merely prepare him for his Master’s manhood.

This time it was Harry’s turn to blush as Severus picked out a toy and handed it to him. Harry was surprised that Severus had chosen such a large buttplug. It wasn’t nearly the biggest one, but it also wasn’t exactly small. Harry nodded his approval, then at Wulfric’s urging, told Severus to choose another.

Severus touched a dildo of about 8 inches, also made from the magical latex. It started to vibrate under his fingers and hummed softly when he picked it up.

“He has magic?!” Wulfric whispered with awe as he saw the dildo come to life under Severus’ touch.

“Ah… Very little,” Harry stated, quickly taking the dildo from Severus.

“Incredible,” Wulfric muttered, staring at Severus with amazement and, what Harry could only regard as respect. Even his slave, Coda, who had been standing silently at Wulfric’s side, raised his head to stare at Severus with wide eyes.

Severus dropped his head and stared at the ground, hoping against all odds that Wulfric wouldn’t press the issue. He could feel the eyes of the shopkeeper on him and berated himself for not controlling his magic better. He hadn’t considered the possibility that the objects were charmed, and kicked himself mentally for not thinking of it.

“Well…” Wulfric tore his gaze away from Severus reluctantly. “Is there anything else you need, Harry?”

“No, thank you. I think that’s all I need from here,” Harry said, his heart racing and his blood throbbing in his ears. He just wanted to pay for their things and get out of there. As an after thought, he turned to the shelves of lubricant and grabbed one at random.

“Very good.” Wulfric smiled brightly again, the subject of Severus’ magic clearly dropped. “You’ll be needing clothes for him, I’m sure. Those sandals are certainly not meant for Hogsmeade’s cooler temperatures. There’s a clothing shop just up the street a bit. They have slave clothes as well as for Masters. I think you’ll find everything you need there.”

Harry nodded and thanked him for his help, then took their purchases to the counter. He paid for the items quickly, ignoring the old man’s searching gaze, waved farewell to Wulfric, then exited the shop. Out on the street he let out a long sigh of relief.

“That was too close,” Harry muttered.

“Much too close!” Severus said in agreement.

Harry handed Severus their packages to carry, then led them up the street to the clothing shop. He picked out several outfits for himself, then began looking for clothes for Severus.

He was a little disappointed that nearly all the slave clothes were in simple black and white. He had been hoping to dress his Potions Professor in something with color since Severus always wore black at school. When he sighed with mild frustration, the shopkeeper, an older woman with dark brown hair and eyes, came to offer assistance. Harry asked her if she had anything in red for his slave, she smiled and escorted Harry to a rack of colorful clothes that stood between the slave clothes and Master attire.

Harry smiled happily and thanked her. He picked out a bright red shirt and snickered when Severus nodded his head twice, indicating his disapproval. Harry decided to get it anyway, thinking that if there was a legitimate reason Severus didn’t want to wear red, then he wouldn’t have to wear it.

Harry paid for their clothes, then led Severus back onto the street. He piled the boxes onto Severus’ arms with the other articles they had bought and nearly laughed as Severus juggled them around until he had them balanced. He decided it was time to return to the inn to change. He lightly tugged Severus’ leash as he started back down the street.

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