A Slave to a Slave

To my most wonderful and magnificent reviewers:

mrequecky : I hadn’t actually considered the intricacies of the buying of the plug… We’ll just assume that Lucius ordered the smallest size possible to manufacture…
Kale : I’m so glad you’re enjoying it! And trust me, this version will me much better than the original, in my humble opinion at least.
Werewolf Mistress : I’m thrilled that you were so interested in my fic to continue hoping for me after all this time. I hope it’s as good as you remember.
frozenrose : I love that you like the differences. I felt I needed to do something other than borrow all of her elements besides the plot. I’m so happy you like that! And they’ll be escaping soon, but there more lovliness to be had before they hit the road.

Everyone, I hope you enjoy Chapter 6.

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“You will count, Draco. Every time you do not count or count incorrectly, I will start over.” Lucius ran his hand over Draco’s ass, lulling his son into a false sense of security. He had a show to perform; Draco would not be getting off easy this time.

He brought his hand down swiftly on Draco’s left ass check. When he pulled his hand back, a bright red hand print remained behind. Harry flinched.

“One, Father.”

The next nine swats turned Draco’s entire ass and upper thighs a bright red. Draco had endured in silence so far except for his counting. Harry, however, whimpered and flinched with every hit, pushing his body further back into his master’s.

Lucius ran his hand lightly over Draco’s upturned bottom. His son twitched and tried to stay still. Lucius reached over and picked up his tumbler, taking a sip.

Switching the tumbler over to his other hand, he brought his hand down for the next ten hits. Draco could no longer remain silent; each count was pronounced after a wail.

Harry tried to turn and hide his face in his master’s neck, but Severus held him still by wrapping his arms around his slave’s upper chest.

“Watch, Harry. Know what happens to slaves who disobey.”

By the time Lucius had let the last ten spanks fall, Draco and Harry were both sobbing. The edges of the red welts were starting to turn purple, and Draco’s entire body seemed to be completely limp.

Lucius pushed his son to the floor.

“On your knees, boy.”

Draco obeyed, kneeling before his father, presenting Harry and Severus with a full view of his bright red ass.

While Lucius wiped the tears from his son’s face, Severus whispered in his slave’s ear.

“Beautiful isn’t he? Even in his pain and punishment he’s breath-taking. That red ass looks like a work of art. Feel how much I enjoyed the show, my slave.” With these words, Severus ground his erection into Harry’s ass. Harry twitched and tried to turn around to face his master. Severus held him in place, forcing him to watch as Lucius ordered his son to turn and present his front to Severus and his slave.

When Draco turned, Harry gasped. Draco was still rock hard, his cock sticking up from pale blonde curls. Lucius ran his fingers through his son’s hair and then pushed him over to all fours with hands on his son’s ass. Draco flinched and lowered his eyes in embarrassment.

“Go home, Draco. Prepare yourself for punishment. I want you lying over the pommel horse on your stomach.”

“Yes, Father.” Draco crawled to the fireplace and disappeared.

Lucius stood and walked over to the chair where Harry sat on Severus’ lap. He stood between their spread legs. He lifted his hand and wiped the tears from Harry’s face.

“Don’t shed tears for Draco, pretty Harry. Don’t be fooled by his tears and sobs. He enjoyed every minute of his punishment, and he will enjoy every minute of what I have planned for the rest of the evening. Punishment is to teach you what you can and cannot do when you overstep your boundaries. It can also be incredibly pleasurable if your master knows what he’s doing. Believe me, Severus knows what he’s doing.”

After finishing his speech, Lucius bent down and licked the tears trails from Harry’s face.

“Delicious. Enjoy your afternoon. I’ll be back from dinner. I plan to stay the evening before we depart tomorrow morning.” With that, Lucius turned and stepped through the fire place.

When Lucius has disappeared, Severus allowed Harry to turn in his lap, who promptly buried his face in his master’s neck. His sobs shook his entire body.

“I’m s...so...sorry. I... I promise I’ll be good... Please.... please don’t hurt me...”

Severus pulled Harry close. “Ssh. You didn’t do anything wrong. Draco was the one being punished, not you. I made you watch so you could see what would happen when you’re bad.”

“I won’t be bad. (sob) I promise... Please don’t....please don’t hurt me.”

Severus held Harry until his sobbing eased, and he fell into a light sleep. He then picked Harry up and carried him to the bedroom. After laying him down, he rolled his slave over onto his stomach. He ‘accio’ed the nerve enhancing gel and gently removed the plug from Harry’s anus.

Harry jerked awake, and Severus laid a soothing hand on his slave’s lower back.

“Ssh. I’m just applying more of the gel.”

“O...Ok. I...”

As Severus lubed up his fingers and slipped two into Harry, he questioned “You what?”

Harry moaned from the penetration. “I like your fingers in me, Master.” Harry mumbled.

Severus chuckled. “Good. I want you to enjoy penetration. When I finally take you, you’ll know what true pleasure is.”

“When...?”

“When I deem you ready.”

Harry nodded and relaxed as his master replaced the plug in him. Severus resealed the jar and stripped down. He crawled into bed beside Harry wearing nothing. He pulled the covers over them; he pulled his slave’s naked body to his, spooning him.

Harry started to shake.

“Harry, what is the matter with you now?”

“What are you doing, Master?”

“I’m holding you. I believe the term is ‘spooning’.”

“Why, Master?”

“I believe they use that term because my body is acting as a spoon and holding yours like a spoon holds ice cream.”

“Ice cream, sir?”

“We have much to teach you.”

“You didn’t answer my question, Master.”

“You seem to be so full of them. Very unusual for a slave.”

“I’m sorry, Master. I’ll be quiet, Master.”

“No. No. Ask your questions. I would rather you ask and know what is expected of you than to have you continue onward in your idiocy.”

“Why are you holding me, Master?”

“Because I wish to.”

“Does it bring you pleasure, sir?”

“Yes, actually. It does. I like the feel of a warm body next to mine.”

“Oh... Am I supposed to like this or hate this, Master?”

“I want you to like everything, Harry, with the exception of your punishment. No matter what Lucius says, you should not enjoy punishment. If you enjoy it, you learn nothing from it.”

“So it’s okay if I like being held by you and if I like you touching me, Master?”

“Nothing would please me more.”

“Ok.” Harry was silent for a moment. “Thank you, Master.”

“For what?”

“For the first nice day of my life, Master.”

“Expect many more to come. Now sleep. We have little time before Lucius returns this evening. You still have much to learn.”

“Yes, Master.”

And so they napped, wrapped up in each other.