Breaking of the Curse ...

"He screams nicely, pet. I like that sound," Snape addressed the blond kneeling on the uneven floor. "However, I can think of a better use for his mouth at the moment."

Lucius' eyes widened in shock. "Yes, Master," he replied automatically.

With his trademark glide, Snape crossed the room and settled on the throne-like chair, on a raised dais, which dominated one wall of the dungeon playroom. With a flick of his wrist, showing two fingers to pet, then resting them on his thigh, he gave the unspoken command. Lucius dropped to his hands and crawled towards Snape, his eyes locked on the Master"s crotch.

"You too, boy. Crawl over here," he snapped at Bill. Boy dropped to his hands and knees eagerly, but groaning at the shift in pain, pressure and position of the dildo lodged in his ass.

"For future reference, should you perform well enough to earn a future audience, two fingers thus indicates to crawl to me, boy," Snape instructed, his silky voice washing over both of his playthings.

Once Bill reached the edge of the dais, Snape rose, towering over the other two, slowly, he began to unlace the front of his leather leggings. 

Lucius practically dripped drool onto the floor, knowing what Bill didn’t, and hoping he'd be the one to get the taste and not the newcomer, even after his earlier failure.

Bill’s eyes dilated to near black as he focused solely on Snape’s potion-stained fingers as Snape began to manually bare himself to the cool air of the dungeon. As he inched closer to the bottom of the placket, the sides of the soft expensive leather fell open more, revealing his pale skin which was graced with a spattering of sparse hair.

Once Snape finished opening his trousers, he pushed the waist down and resettled himself on the soft cushion of the throne. With a haughty glare, he demanded, "No hands, pet." Lucius crawled onto the dais and began to lick at the flaccid cock drooping from his Master’s pelvis.

"Boy!" Snape shouted. "Too good to obey, are you?"

"No, Master!" yelped Bill, surging forward as well.

Snape spread his legs wide enough to give both of them access, and peered down at them as their tongues began to duel over his cock. Shifting his ass forward, Snape gave them room to work on his swelling balls as well. Lucius responded to the subtle hint first, and buried his face between Snape's sacs, leaving Bill to work the shaft.

"Beautiful," he praised them, reaching to stroke their hands in approval as his wide, uncut cock grew in response. "Does your cock hurt now, boy?"

Bill sat back on his haunches, before answering, "Yes, Master."

"Describe it for me, boy," Snape demanded.

"It aches, and throbs, and I can feel my every heartbeat," Bill whispered, his eyes wide and scared.

"Hmmmm," Snape murmured as Lucius chose that moment to suck one of his balls into the warm cavern of his mouth and swirl his tongue just right. "Perhaps, you would like to touch yourself?" Snape asked slyly.

"Yes, Master, if you would only allow me," boy pleaded desperately.

"Nicely played, boy," Snape praised him. "I think I shall allow you one stroke for every lick I receive from pet."

Bill held his breath, not daring to move, as he waited for further instructions and a true command.

"Or perhaps, I shall allow you as many strokes as pet endured strikes. Can you come in exactly ten strokes, boy?"

"Yes, Master," he answered hesitantly, still waiting for the command.

"Pet? Can you make me come in ten strokes as well?" Snape challenged Lucius with a dark chuckle.

"Yes, Master!" Lucius replied gleefully.

"You may both begin at the count of three," Snape laid down the order. "One " two " three!"

Lucius twisted to eyeball Bill and match his own strokes to Bill"s. In unison, they began: Lucius fisting then twisting the length of Snape"s spit lubed shaft. Bill mimicked his motions, but didn"t have the benefit of any lubrication at all.

"I wonder if you shall succeed?" Snape pondered aloud.