Hogsmeade, Circa 1826

*WARNING* This is the first (of many) very graphic chapter! If you do not like male/male sex, you are very much in the wrong place reading the wrong story!!

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The little tavern was filled to the brim with Masters and slaves in various states of undress and lewd displays of sexual activities. Harry had to take several deep breaths to reign in his shock.

Directly in front of him, one young slave, not much older than himself, was splayed across a table servicing two Masters while another watched. A female slave was on the floor with three Masters, all penetrating her at once.

To his left, a group of Masters and slaves had gathered together for an orgy. He was surprised to see two apparent Masters engaged in intercourse. In spite of what Severus had told him, he didn’t think Masters would ever allowed themselves to be used. His experiences being what they were, he didn’t think there would be much pleasure for the one receiving. It seemed, to him, that the only one to gain pleasure from male/male sex was the one doing the fucking, not for the one being fucked.

Harry had to force himself not to stare, but everywhere he looked some act was being performed. He could feel his cock twitching as his blood started flowing faster and racing toward his awakening erection.

“We should have ordered in,” he mumbled to himself.

“Too late now,” Severus whispered back, suppressing a snicker at Harry’s obvious discomfort. Even with his head bowed low, he could see and hear the action taking place around them. He kept his hands folded in his lap to keep them from twitching nervously. He, too, was becoming aroused by the scent of sex, but was also nervous that he and Harry would have to perform in order to blend in. It wouldn’t do for them to stand out too much amongst so many Masters.

Harry took another deep breath, then plunged forward to try to find a seat. He hadn’t taken more than three steps when he heard his name being called over the din of the crowd. He glanced around and spotted Wulfric Dumbledore waving enthusiastically at him. He sighed internally, then turned and made his way to Wulfric’s table.

“Well met, Harry! Have a seat, my boy!” Wulfric’s customary grin welcomed him.

“Thank you,” Harry said with a nod of his head. He sat down, but with being nervous and preoccupied with watching Wulfric’s slave gently fondling his Master’s exposed tool, forgot to tell Severus to sit as well. Severus remained standing at his shoulder, his head bowed and his lips silent.

“As fond as I am of looking at your lovely slave, Harry, would it not be best if he sat?” Wulfric said with a hearty laugh. He could easily see Harry’s discomfort, but waved it off as being part of Harry’s youthful charms.

“Oh! Yes, of course,” Harry said with a blush of embarrassment. He pointed to the floor next to his feet and told Severus to sit. He then turned back to Wulfric and asked, “Is it always so… busy here in the afternoon?”

“Not hardly!” Wulfric said with a laugh. “They’re all here for the big announcement and to get some practice in!”

“Announcement?” Harry asked. Before Wulfric could reply, the serving wench appeared. Having lost his appetite upon seeing the state of the dining room, he ordered a very light meal for himself and bread and water for Severus.

“It’s time for the annual Slave Games!” Wulfric said proudly as the girl left the table. “Surely you’ve heard of Hogsmeade’s Great Slave Games and Auction?!” Wulfric looked positively scandalized when Harry shook his head. “My God, boy! How can you have lived in this country and not heard about it?! Why, it’s the biggest event in all of Britain!”

Harry felt Severus tense up, but ignored it for the moment. He looked down into the older man’s lap as he heard Coda snickering. The boy’s bright red lips were stretched across the wide head of Wulfric’s cock, yet he still managed to snicker. Harry’s cock twitched with excitement before he managed to pull his eyes away from the delicious sight of the handsome boy and thick penis.

“Oh, all right,” Wulfric said, petting Coda’s head fondly. “Maybe it’s not as famous as all that, but it is still a very big event in Hogsmeade!”

“What is it?” Harry asked. Unconsciously, he set his hand on Severus’ head to calm him, stroking his silky hair just as Wulfric was doing with his own slave.

“It’s a competition between slaves. There’s 4 main events, though, honestly, there should only be 3!” Wulfric gave a brief look of anger before continuing. “There’s several smaller events as well, and those are tons of fun! Let’s see… The 4 main events are Stamina, Sex-appeal,” Wulfric’s face contorted in anger again as he ground out the next tow words through his teeth, “Pain Endurance, and finally, Loyalty.”

“You don’t seem fond of the Pain Endurance,” Harry stated. He didn’t like the sound of that one, either.

“It’s cruel and barbaric and shouldn’t be allowed!” Wulfric nearly yelled, causing several heads to turn in his direction for a moment. It didn’t take long, however, for the men to go back to their pleasurable pursuits. “It’s ridiculous and should be outlawed! I’ve seen more than a few slaves die from it.”

“Die from it?! Then why do they allow it?” Harry asked, his own anger rising to meet Wulfric’s.

“Because pain is part of slavery, or at least, that’s their reasoning. Yes, a slave must endure some pain, it is necessary for maintaining discipline, but they go too far with that test! Slaves, as you know, have a safe word, a word to halt proceedings if it becomes too much for them, but in the test, most slaves are too afraid of displeasing their Masters to use it. They end up being pushed well passed their limits and die from sheer pain and exhaustion.”

Harry shivered as he imagined young men like Coda being killed for a stupid contest. He felt Severus’ tension under his hand and remembered the scars on his professor’s back. In that moment, Harry wanted nothing more than to take Severus into his arms and promise he would NEVER put Severus through such an ordeal, no matter what their situation.

His thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of his dinner. Harry poked at his salad a little, but couldn’t eat. His stomach was tied into too many knots to allow food to enter.

“Well, the rest of the games are quite enjoyable,” Wulfric said as his anger dissolved into a weak simmer. “Between the main events are smaller, fun games. The slaves have a wonderful time, and the Masters get a fantastic show! Also, there’s a big prize for the winner of the games. That’s what will be announced this afternoon. It’s always something unique and rare.”

“Will you be entering?” Harry asked. He tried not to blush and stare as Wulfric pushed his chair further from the table so that Coda could access his throbbing cock easier.

“Not bloody likely!” the chubby man growled, which turned into a moan as Coda swallowed him whole. “If they took out that bloody Pain Endurance test, I would. No, I’ll be judging, though. Lets me keep an eye on the slaves and try to prevent any deaths or major injuries.”

Harry turned back to his food to distract him as Wulfric leaned back and began thoroughly enjoying his slaves attentions. With his hand still caressing Severus’ head, he could feel his slave beginning to relax again and that helped him relax some as well.

Lost in thoughts of the slave games, Harry didn’t see anyone approaching until someone was standing next to him, staring down at Severus. Harry looked up and saw that the man was older than Wulfric and very well dressed. He seemed to be in very good shape. His shoulders were broad, his waist narrow, and his thighs looked powerful under the thin material of his trousers. His white silk shirt hung open, revealing a smooth, muscular chest with perfect six-pack abs. Harry almost started drooling over the handsome man until he saw the lusty way in which he looked at Severus.

“May I have a look at your slave?” the man asked in a deep, husky voice, looking at Harry for the first time.

Harry considered saying no, but decided not to cause a scene. He gave his permission and told Severus to stand. Severus rose gracefully to his feet and stood silently while the man looked him over.

As the man’s hand reached towards Severus’ face, Harry jumped to his feet and grabbed the man’s wrist in a gentle but firm manner.

“I said you may look. I did not give you permission to touch,” he said in a controlled tone.

“My apologies, Master,” the man said, bowing slightly when Harry released his arm. “I meant only to lift his face to see him better.”

There was something about the man that Harry trusted, though he couldn’t say what it was. His apology had sounded sincere enough, so Harry nodded, allowing him to gently lift Severus’ chin.

“He’s not exactly gorgeous, is he?” he asked, not unkindly as he gazed at Severus. “But still… There is some definite charm about him…” The man looked on with some curiosity, as though he couldn’t quite decide what it was about Severus’ appearance that he liked. “May I see him fully?”

“Ah…” Harry desperately wanted to say no, he didn’t want to humiliate Severus by exposing him to the entire dining hall.

“Go on, Harry!” Wulfric encouraged. “Show him off!”

“Very well,” Harry said softly, screaming apologies to Severus in his head. “Undress, Severus.”

Severus nodded his compliance and began to strip slowly. He wanted to growl at Harry, but since he couldn’t, he decided to make Harry almost as uncomfortable as he was. He did a strip tease, quicker than he’d have liked, but didn’t think it would look very good if he took his time following orders. He radiated sexual energy as he opened each button of his shirt, exposing his chest bit by bit, and slid it down his slim shoulders, then swayed his hips as though to soft music as he removed his trousers. He could feel several sets of eyes on him, but kept his own focused in front of him. He heard Harry swallow hard and had to fight down a shit-eating grin.

The Master wanting to look at him, licked his lips, then walked around him, commenting on the cock ring, admiring his taunt buttocks and noting the whip scars on his back.

“I see that he wasn’t easily broken. Do you have much trouble with him now?” the man asked as he finished his inspection. Severus could see the bulge beginning to strain against the front of the man’s pants.

“Not usually,” Harry said, sounding almost proud of his slave.

“Hmm…” the man hummed thoughtfully, still staring at Severus. “Perhaps, if you’re not in the mood to play with him, you would allow me?”

“Sorry, but not today. I am in the mood, I just wanted to finish my lunch first.” Harry said without considering his words. Once they were out, however, he realized just what he had committed himself, and Severus, too. He wanted to kick himself for it. He had not intended to use Severus, least of all, publicly if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. Now, he had no choice.

The man nodded politely and walked away, glancing back to look at Severus’ exposed arse. Harry glanced at Wulfric and saw him smiling happily at Harry, almost like a proud father. Harry swallowed hard again, then sat back in his chair. He had to clear his throat before telling Severus to kneel in front of him.

“Su… er, service me, slave,” he stuttered nervously after Severus had done as he was told. Severus looked up at him, his eyes glaring daggers from under the table. He must have paused a moment too long, as Harry saw the collar around his slim neck begin to squeeze.

Severus sighed and cursed silently, then reached for Harry’s trousers. He opened them with deft fingers and gently pulled Harry’s semi-hard cock into the cool air of the dining room. He knew this moment would come eventually, but had somewhat hoped they’d have a chance to practice at least once in private first. He didn’t believe the teenager would be able to cope with his first blowjob, least of all in front of so many experienced Masters. If Harry climaxed too soon, some might wonder at Harry’s experience and, as a Master, he was expected to have better control than a normal teenage boy.

Just as he was leaning in to lick the pearly drop of liquid from Harry’s rapidly stiffening cock, Harry grabbed his chin and lifted him up a little to whisper in his ear.

“Don’t let me cum too soon. Do whatever you have to, to slow me down.”

Severus couldn’t hide the wicked grin that came out at Harry’s choice of words. Obviously, Harry saw the risk they were taking as well.

“Of course, Master,” Severus whispered in return. Harry looked nervous when he saw Severus’ smirk, but said nothing more and leaned back. Severus licked his lips lustily, gave Harry a wink, then bowed down to his task.

Harry jumped at the first touch of Severus’ tongue to the tip of his cock, then started trying to visualize anything that would distract him from Severus’ touch. He thought about Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, Professor McGonagall, and even Filch and his cat. For a moment he thought it was working, until he made the mistake of looking down.

Seeing Severus’ black silky hair bobbing up and down in his lap would have been enough to send him over the edge even if he hadn’t felt the rough but gentle tongue rubbing against his most sensitive glands. As it was, it was only the tight grip Severus had on the base of his cock that kept him from blowing everything he had into the heated cavern of Severus’ mouth.

Harry sighed with relief when Severus backed off and began licking his balls. He started to reach for his tea cup, but stopped when he saw how much his hand was shaking. He pulled it back quickly, hoping no one would notice.

“Talented, is he?” Wulfric asked with a snicker.

“Very,” Harry said, blushing down to his toes. He tangled his hands in Severus’ hair wanting to guide the hot mouth back to where it felt the best. He resisted his instincts, though, and continued to allow Severus the freedom to take it slow. He couldn’t suppress a soft gasp, however, when Severus finally returned to his cock, which caused his table companion to snicker again.

Just as he was about to reach his climax, a loud cheer began throughout the dining room.

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