A Slave to a Slave

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Later when Harry woke, his head was pillowed on his master’s chest and he had one leg tossed across his master’s hips. Startled by this and unsure if this was acceptable behavior, Harry slowly slide his leg off of Severus, all the while trying not to wake him. However, as Harry slid his leg across his master’s hips, he discovered that Severus was hard, and he remembered that his master hadn’t gotten any pleasure earlier that afternoon.

Deciding to remedy the situation, Harry slide down his master’s body. He gently pulled the sheet over his master’s erection, and his eyes bugged. He’d never seen a cock as large as this one. The Dark Lord was a roll of knuts compared to this tower of flesh jutting from his master’s hips. Harry was fascinated.

He sat up, sitting Indian style, and wrapped both hands around his master’s cock. One hand could not wrap all the way around, and, with one hand near the head and the other near the base, there was a good three inches of flesh left uncovered.

Wanting to fully please his master, Harry took a page from Draco’s book and leaned forward to take the first few inches into his mouth, lowering his hand so that nearly all of Severus’ cock was covered. It was definitely a mouth full; he could barely move his tongue. He pulled back and licked the head, tasting the precum there. Fearing he would dislike the taste, Harry was pleasantly surprised, and he made a sound of pleasure in his throat at the taste.

“Does that mean you like the way I taste, Harry?”

Harry jerked up, eyes wide, staring into his master’s. His hands unknowingly tightened around the hard flesh in his hands.

Severus moaned and arched up into the tight grip.

“Please continue, Harry. I haven’t been woken up in such a pleasing fashion in a long time. I might encourage you to do this every morning.”

Harry grinned and leaned back over and licked around the head again, pressing his tongue in different places, listening to what made his master moan the loudest. As more precum seeped out, he pushed the tip of his tongue into the very tip and the small hole at the top of his master’s cock.

Severus could barely control his hips, and with the extra pressure on the head of his cock, he bucked up slightly.

“Take me into your mouth, Harry.”

Harry obeyed, widening his jaw as much as he could, slightly embarrassed at the drool slipping from his mouth.

“Good boy. Now suck.” As Harry obeyed, Severus groaned deep in his chest. “Excellent. Keep up the suction and let some of your saliva slide down my cock. Use it as lubricant for your hands to jack my cock.”

Slightly unsure of himself, Harry followed orders, moving his hands up and down his master’s now saliva-slick cock. He also started to twist his hands when he discovered his master moaned louder with that movement. In his excitement of doing something right and his concentration on his hands, Harry accidently let his teeth slide over Severus’ cock.

Severus jumped at the feel of teeth on his sensitive flesh.

“Careful, Harry.” He growled. “Use your teeth gently or not at all! My cock is not meant to be chewed.”

Feeling sufficiently cowed and slightly scared, Harry doubled his concentration on every aspect of the blow job, trying hard not to mess up again. Eventually, just as his jaw was starting to get tired, he felt his master tense up.

“Harry, I’m about to cum. You will swallow it.”

Harry began to suck harder, eager for more of a taste of the delicious fluid slowly seeping from his master’s cock. In spite of his excitement he was not prepared for the inundation of salty fluid into his mouth. He pulled back, trying not to choke as the cum spurted into his mouth and throat. He pulled off when his mouth was overflowing and he was having problems swallowing. The rest of his master’s cum landed on his chin, nose, and cheeks.

“Come up here, Harry.”

Harry swallowed the fluid in his mouth quickly and slid up the bed, a guilty look on his cum-covered face.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“What are you sorry for?”

“I messed up and used my teeth, and then I couldn’t swallow all of your cum, Master.”

Severus chuckled and pulled Harry down. He cleaned the cum from Harry’s face with his fingers and placed them against Harry’s lips.

“Your first time to give a blow job?”

Harry nodded as he vigorously sucked at Severus’ fingers.

“Then I see no problem with your performance. Yes, you did use your teeth, but you will not again or you will be punished. Yes, you could not swallow it all, but you will learn to swallow it faster. Besides, I quite like the image of you covered in my cum.”

Harry nodded and let go of his Master’s fingers as Severus pulled them out. Severus sat up and pulled Harry over his lap, ass up. Harry began to tremble. Severus chuckled.

“Worry not. I’m not punishing you. I’m just checking to see how your passage is doing.”

Severus pulled the plug out of his slave’s ass and pushed two fingers in. He carefully ran his fingers over the internal walls of Harry’s body, watching Harry’s reactions, checking to see if they were more intense than earlier that morning. He was pleased to note that the potion had worked it’s magic; Harry was squirming as if Severus had already been playing with the sensitive nerves for hours. What’s more, Harry was hard against his thighs and moaning like a wanton whore from the fingers probing his ass.

“Do you like this, Harry? Do you like having my fingers in your ass?”

“Yes, Master. It feels so good.”

Severus chuckled, pulled his fingers out, and lightly slapped his slave’s ass.

“Go and start the shower. I like the water to be hot. Also, move the enema kit to the tub faucet. I’ll join you in a moment.”

Harry crawled from his master’s lap to the bathroom to do his master’s bidding.

Severus pulled himself out of bed and stretched. “A pleasant was to start the day, indeed.” He picked up his slave’s butt plug, cast a cleaning charm on it, opened a trunk at the foot of the bed, and placed it in the trunk that was filled with many other toys. He closed the trunk, locked it with a spelled, and proceeded to the bathroom.

When he opened the door, he was greeted with a wall of steam. As the stream cleared a bit, he saw his slave kneeling next to the tub in a perfect submissive position, hands crossed behind his back, legs spread as far open as they could go in this position.

“Perfect, Harry. Now stand and get in the tub.” Severus followed his slave into the shower. “Bathe me.”

Harry soaped up the wash cloth he had left out and began to wash his master’s body, starting with the broad shoulders and working his way down. As he washed his master’s chest, he saw the nipples harden. Deciding to test how much freedom his master would let him have, he leaned forward and latched his mouth onto one of Severus’ nipples.

Severus’ hand came up and buried itself in his slave’s hair as a moan escaped his mouth.

“You’re learning well how to please me. Bite, Harry.”

Harry gently closed his teeth over the small nub of flesh, scared of hurting his master.

“Harder, boy.”

Harry clenched his jaw, biting down harder.

Severus’ moan sent shock waves of pleasure through his slave.

“Perfect, Harry. That’s the way I like it. Now continue washing me.”

Harry pulled back and knelt before his master, washing his legs and then up between his legs. As he washed, he watched with wide eyes as the softened cock began to grow and harden.

Noting his slave’s fascination, a part deep inside Severus was immensely pleased with his slave. Quickly, though, memories of past slaves, their betrayals, their hate, tainted his vision of the boy at his feet. Anger overwhelmed him, and he gripped the boy’s hair, tilting his head back to look him in the eyes.

“I’m glad you are so fascinated by my flesh, but we have much to do this evening. We cannot waste time in the shower. Finish bathing me.”

Harry nodded and moved to wash his master’s back. When he was done, he shampooed and conditioned Severus’ hair.

After Harry finished bathing him, Severus quickly and roughly bathed his slave. When he was done cleaning his slave’s flesh, he picked up the enema nozzle.

“Turn and face the shower wall. Bend over at the waist and spread your legs. You may prop your hands on the wall to maintain your balance. Do not move.”

With each command that Harry obeyed, Severus harshly shoved the feelings of pleasure due to his new slave’s willing submission back into his subconscious and harshly shoved the enema nozzle into Harry’s anus.

“You remember what to do?”

“Yes, Master, but I’m confused.”

“Why is that? My instructions were simple.”

“I thought you said your plugs made it so I was always clean inside, Master?”

“And what if I simply enjoy the site of you bent over with water filling your belly?”

“Oh...”

Severus sighed at the dejected sound of his slave’s voice. “Harry, while I do enjoy that sight, I also want to clean the gel from inside of you. If I do not it will cause the other lubricants I use to malfunction. I don’t suppose you want a plug permanently glued inside of you?”

“No, Master. I’m sorry for questioning you.”

Severus grunted and turned on the water. He then stepped out of the shower and dried off.

“Scream for me when you can’t take any more. I’ll punish you if take any less than you did yesterday.”

With that, Severus left the bathroom and began to get dressed. After he was dressed he progressed to his study and poured himself a large glass of scotch. He tossed at least three glasses back before he began to pace, wild thoughts running through his mind.

‘What have I gotten myself into? I’m starting to like this slave. I can’t like my slave. I’ve never liked slaves before. He’s just a pathetic little nobody whose body is there solely for my pleasure. I shouldn’t care if he enjoys himself or if he enjoys taking pleasure in giving me pleasure. I should definitely not allow him to play with my body without my permission. This has got to stop. He cannot get the idea that I like him. And why in Salazar’s name am I considering the possibility that I might like him? He’s just a slave. Just a slave!’

Severus drank his fifth glass of scotch as he tried to convince himself of this fact, repeating over and over again: “He’s just a slave.”

When he finally finished his glass, he looked at the clock on the wall and discovered he’d left his slave in the bathroom for nearly twenty minutes. Why hadn’t the idiot boy yelled for him yet?

He quickly stormed towards the bathroom, intent of reprimanding his slave. As he pushed open the door he heard quiet whimpers coming from the shower stall. He quickly turned off the water and looked intently at his slave whose belly was very distended.

“What were you thinking? You’ve allowed entirely too much water into your body! Don’t you know that you could cause extreme injury to yourself! Why didn’t you yell for me as I told you to?” With each question masked as a reprimand, Severus’ voice gained volume.

Harry was nearly incoherent he was in so much pain, and he was so scared of his Master in this state. He’d been yelling for his master for at least ten minutes but he never came. When he couldn’t scream anymore, his throat raw, he’d started to cry and whimper as the pain of his filling intestines increased.

Severus yanked the enema tube from his slave’s ass and quickly shoved a larger plug into him.

“Fine! You think you can handle that much water, you will. You will keep that water in you for at least an hour!” Severus bellowed and stalked from the bathroom.

Harry collapsed in the tub and curled into a ball as best he could with his intestines so full of water. It hurt so badly he didn’t think he could move.

Severus swept back into the restroom.

“What are you doing just lying there! Get up and follow me! I already told you once that we had much to do this evening! If I have to tell you again, I will punish you severely. I do not like repeating myself.”

With that he reached down, wrapped a hand around his slave’s upper arm and pulled him from the tub. Harry whimpered at the rough treatment and sank to the ground, resigned to be dragged where ever his master wanted as Severus was moving too fast and Harry was in too much pain to get his feet under him.

When they reached Severus’ study, he let go of his slave and he stormed over to pour himself another glass of scotch. Harry curled up in a ball by the door, trying to stop the tears from flowing.

Severus slammed the glass down on his desk and looked at his slave who was trying to hide the fact that he was still sobbing.

“Why didn’t you yell for me?”

Harry tried to control his sobs enough to speak but couldn’t.

“Answer me!”

The answer was broken, and Severus could barely hear it as he was across the room. “I... I... did... yell for... for you... Mas... Master... but you never came...”

“What? I never heard you yell!”

“I did... Master... I prom... promise...”

Severus stalked closer to his slave, knelt in front of him, grabbed his chin and lifted his face to look him in the eye. After studying his face for a moment, Severus went to a cabinet on the wall, pulled out a small clear bottle with a clear fluid in it and returned to Harry.

“Open up and stick out your tongue.”

With a look of trepidation, Harry obeyed, and Severus placed one drop of the liquid on his slave’s tongue.

“I have just given you the most powerful truth serum in the world. You will not be able to lie to me so do not try. Now tell me, why did you not scream for me?”

“I did scream for you, Master.” Severus could tell Harry’s voice was hoarse now that it wasn’t broken by sobs.

“How long ago?”

“A while ago, Master, about halfway between when you left and when you returned.”

“Did you scream just once?”

“No, Master.”

“How long did you yell for me?”

“Until I couldn’t any more.”

Severus shook his head, feeling like a heel for the way he was treating his slave and hating himself for feeling that way. Dammit, the boy was just a slave!

“Are you in pain?”

Harry nodded vigorously, his throat hurting to much to answer anymore.

Severus nodded, picked his slave up bridal style and carried him to the bathroom. Severus sat his slave down in the bathtub so he was kneeling. He gently pulled the plug from Harry’s anus and watched the water gush out. He was ashamed to note a slight pinkish tinge to the water. His foolishness, stubbornness, and his need to get away from his slave quickly had hurt this beautiful boy, and he had never felt such guilt in his life.

When Harry’s bowels were empty of water, Severus carried Harry to the bed. He gently laid him down and rolled him onto his side. He reslicked the plug and pushed it into Harry’s abused anus. Severus rubbed his slave’s back to ease the trembling from the sobs and the pain.

“Rest.”

“But I thought...” Harry caught himself speaking without permission and clenched his jaw shut.

“Ssh. Not to worry. I’ll take care of everything. You rest. I’ll be back in a moment with a potion for you to drink, and then you will sleep.”

Severus returned shortly, helped Harry sit up to drink the potion, and then helped the boy under the covers.

“Rest, Harry.”

With that Severus left his bedroom and returned to his office pouring himself another glass of scotch and sinking into his desk chair to brood.