Temperance

Temperance

He was young and impressionable back then, so easy to take advantage of. I was in my seventh and final year at Hogwarts, he was in his fifth year. He was friendless and alone, willing to do anything to be accepted by the older and better adjusted students. I, being the Slytherin I am, saw the opportunity and wasted little time. I came to him and told him that if he met me in the Slytherin common room, after everyone had gone to bed, that I would induct him into my leagues in the traditional way among the pure of blood. He had been elated of course, thinking that finally he had managed to weasel his way into the midst of those he thought so highly of.

It was nearing midnight when I made my way into the common room, intending to reap the benefits of this mislead youth. He was sitting in the green leather chair with a book on his lap, his black hair hanging like curtains to shield his sallow face. His large and crooked nose was the only thing that protruded from behind his greasy veil. He was no prize to look at, that was for certain. Not even age and maturity could help his appearance any. He would never be looked upon as handsome like I so often was. I had suspected that this insecurity, muscled with many others that he possessed, would make him bend easily to my will. I was not disappointed.

He turned when I entered, his eyes alight with joy that he had not been fooled into staying up all night. I greeted him with a nod and he stood to face me. His frame was thin and not at all pleasing. In later years he would develop some muscle mass that was slightly more pleasing to the eye. But then, in those odd teen years, he looked as though he’d been the victim of a poorly performed stretching jinx. I sneered, despite myself, and saw his face fall a bit. He looked down at his own garb, long over due for new attire considering the fact that his trousers barely reached his ankles, and then looked me over. I was, as always, in top form. My robes were tailored and spotless and my uniform suited my every curve and angle. His eyes glinted again and he spoke, “What do I have to do?”

“Exactly as I say, Severus,” I responded silkily. “Are you prepared to do exactly as I say no matter the consequences?”

His eyebrow raised in skepticism. I watched as anger flashed across his features. He had not yet mastered the mask of indifference in those days. “Are you trying to get me into trouble?” he demanded.

I stayed calm though I had momentarily been inclined to hex him for daring to speak to me in such a tone. “No,” I stated plainly. “You will not be in any trouble at all, in fact, you shall be rewarded greatly for the obedience you shall display tonight.”

He did not seem convinced. I walked forward, standing very near and being as imposing as I could be. “Are you scared, Severus?” I asked in a hushed tone that implied tenderness. “Don’t you want to please me? To be a part of the legacy we shall leave at Hogwarts when we are gone?”

He nodded, seemingly gullible enough to think that I cared what might befall Severus Snape. Thankfully, in the years to come he would not cave so easily. He was a damn sight less malleable in the later years. “What must I do, Lucius?” he asked again.

“You are to be my personal slave for the night.” He balked at me, his eyes growing wide as understanding struck him. “You will do as I say without question and after the night is finished, when dawn breaks, you shall have what you so desperately seek.”

The skepticism was written on his face. Apparently he hadn’t expected such a task was required to be inducted into a tight knit group of pure blood students that ruled, not only Slytherin house, but all of the social circles within Hogwarts. “It is the way we decide, if you do as you are told then you are in. This is the traditional test, all pure bloods have had to endure it for one night when they came to Hogwarts and sought to be a part of something special,” I explained.

“You…” he stammered. “You were someone’s slave?”

“Yes,” I replied easily. “And my night of work was repaid in full for the next seven years.”

“I shall be able to sit with you in the Great Hall? And I’ll be able to talk to everyone in the circle? I’ll be a full member?” He asked. He seemed to be weighing the pros and cons of the situation.

I gave him a curt nod in response. He fidgeted for a few moments, shifting from one foot to the other, apparently deep in thought. He looked up, his black eyes searching my stormy ones for something or other. Perhaps he supposed he could see deception in my eyes if he looked hard enough. Finally, he nodded in agreement and I smiled in return.

“On your knees,” I commanded though it was in a gentler voice than usual. He obeyed immediately and without hesitation. This pleased me and I rewarded him with a smile. “Follow me.”

We walked toward the door to the Head Boy’s room, Severus followed at my side on his hands and knees. I had not been awarded the status of Head Boy but being a Malfoy had its advantages and I was able to procure the room while the Head Boy slept in my four-poster for the night. I muttered the password and entered, Severus along with me.

Once the door was shut and we were completely alone I allowed him to rise to his knees. I sat in a comfortable chintz chair looking down as he kneeled between my stretched legs. He looked expectant, waiting for me to give him orders. Perhaps he assumed that I would make him assume embarrassing positions or delight in his subjugation to my will. I would embarrass him and I would delight in my dominance but it would be I a wholly different form than that which he had assumed.

“Disrobe,” I commanded him again using the gentler tones. I had felt pity for him, slightly, and was pleased with his previous show of submission so naturally I determined that a forceful hand was not necessary with this one.

He hesitated, his eyes blinking rapidly in confusion. I did not have to repeat myself however as he shrugged off his robes and began to work on the rest of his clothing. His tie joined the pool of black robes around his knees, then his vest, then his shirt. I watched greedily. I did, to some extent, enjoy the show but I also knew that my eyes on him made it all the more unbearable. I permitted him to stand, when he asked, in order to remove his trousers and underpants. I was pleased that he’d asked permission before he’d stood. He didn’t require any training in obedience.

His legs were thin and scrawny, the same pallid color as his chest. I have always been pale but pale like porcelain, delicate and rich. His skin was the color of parchment and looked every bit as rough and brittle as the paper itself. Fine black hairs dusted his lower legs but had yet to grow up to his thighs, I noted, as he stood before me in ill kempt Y front underpants. He hesitated a moment longer, as was to be expected, before hooking his fingers under the waistband and sliding them down his legs.

I had been most interested to see his endowments, curious as to whether or not they bested my own. He stood before me then, trembling slightly as his vulnerability made itself known. My eyes followed the line of hair that led from his navel to a curly thatch at his groin. He was flaccid but from what I could surmise, his endowments were no match for my own. He hadn’t been completely without merit, however. His organ was thick though not as long as my own. It was an odd contrast to see such thickness on a frame so terribly thin. Still, I could not have been sure of his merits until he was properly aroused.

I bade him spin around, which he did without question. I suspect he was pleased for a chance to turn his back on me and not have to see my eyes grazing over his naked flesh. I took in the sight and made a mental note of the various flaws. His ass was non-existent, his hip bones jutted out at odd angles and his ribs were clearly visible through his torso. He looked rather frail, as though his feeble body could break at any moment.

When he faced me again I commanded him to come forward and stand between my legs. His groin was at my eye level and it was apparent that he found this disconcerting. I reached out to grasp his organ and I saw him flinch slightly before he regained control and forced his body to stay still. He shuddered slightly when I took hold of his cock. I did what might have been seen as something akin to an examination. I weighed it in my hand, lifted it and checked the underside, ran my hand along the shaft, cupped his testicles and rubbed my palm over the head. He stifled a moan at the last.

“You may show pleasure,” I said. I spoke so calmly that I may have been telling him the weather forecast rather than inspecting his most private of regions. He made no comment but it was obvious then that he knew his purpose. He would be a slave but not the type of slave he had envisioned previously. It was written all over his face but he didn’t run away or try to talk his way out of the agreement. One thing can be said of Severus Snape, he was a man of his word before he was even truly a man. I found it endearing.

I wrapped one hand around the base of his phallus and brought the other up to massage his balls. Being a man, I know what pleases men. Severus, as inexperienced and loathsome as he was then, was not a challenge at all. He groaned and hissed as I stroked him, making his pleasure clear to me. I approved of this; it was always a good idea to let ones superiors know when you are pleased with their handiwork. He had always been a clever boy and perhaps he thought that he’d better make a good show of it. Either way, I enjoyed the sounds that I evoked from him. It wasn’t long before I felt his balls tighten and heard his breathing become erratic. I stopped all together, placing my hands in my lap, and grinned at the whimpering sound he made.

The hardened state of his organ was only slightly more impressive than the flaccid. He was, as I had previously decided, thicker than myself. He filled my hand when I stroked him, my fingertips barely touching my thumb. His length, I estimated, was about 15 centimeters, decidedly average.

What was more pleasing to the eye was that during my ministrations his face had gained some color. He looked less like parchment and more like flesh as I gazed upon him. I would never think him beautiful but nor would I find him hideous. His attraction was something all its own and it would remain that way throughout his lifetime.

I stood then, my face inches from his. He made no move and his face bore no signs of fear. I liked how easily he had fallen into the pace of things. “Unclothe me, Severus,” I commanded in a whisper. I felt no need to be harsh toward him when he was so easily following orders.

Soon, my robes, tie, vest and shirt joined the pool of his. I let his gaze travel over my chest for a moment before I led his hands to the zip of my trousers. He seemed entranced by the perfect flesh before him. I was well toned then, muscular from quidditch training. Seeing the look in his eyes I took pity on him. He had, after all, stroked my ego by gazing with adoration at my form. I took his hand in my own and ran it over my flesh, from neck to navel. I saw something sparkle in the depths of his black eyes but it had vanished a second later.

He fumbled with the zip, his inexperience apparent in his sloppy movements. I was patient with him, allowing him to take the time he needed. He slid my trousers down my legs and kneeled up again as I stepped out of them. My undergarments were much nicer to look at than his and I believe that’s why he hesitated momentarily when he saw them. I was sporting green cotton boxers that day. I was always ahead of my time. Most young men were wearing Y fronts in those days but I had always been beyond my years in fashion. He hooked his fingers in the elastic and slid them down just as he’d done with the trousers. He stayed in his kneeling position as I stepped out of them, tossing them into the pile of already discarded garments.

My organ was flaccid now. I had been slightly aroused by the sounds he had made early when I worked him but the time it took for him to undress me had allowed my arousal to ebb away. I stood before him with my hands on my hips, proudly displaying my body for his perusal. I watched his eyes scan over me, my pride increasing as he took in my features. He saw that I was longer than he though not as wide. Still, I was formidable and he was clever enough to know it.

“Master, my I touch you?”

Oh, I liked that. I was beginning to truly enjoy my time with Severus Snape. He had taken, without instruction, to calling me Master. Yes, he was a prized pupil already and the clock assured me that he had only been under my command for thirty minutes.

“Yes, Severus,” I replied.

He stroked me gently and I had been surprised to feel how smooth his hands were. They were not yet callused by years of grinding a pestle. He mimicked my earlier actions by bringing his other hand up to cup my balls. It was apparent that he had never pleased anyone other than himself but it wasn’t all together terrible. He had picked up a rhythm that I found quite enjoyable and was softly hissing my pleasure. This, my responses, seemed to urge him onward.

I gasped and my eyes flew open when I felt hot wetness on the head of my, now erect, organ. I looked down to see him laving my head with his tongue. The sight was strangely erotic. This young man, naked and at my mercy, was seeking to please me before I commanded it of him. I found him, in that moment, to be the most endearing endeavor I had ever pursued. The warmth of his tongue teased me terribly and I yearned to be buried in his mouth. I only had to give a slight thrust and he opened his mouth and took me in.

I looked down, watching my engorged cock pump into his mouth. There was a greedy look about him and he had tried to take more of me in with each passing. I could see that his own cock was fully erect and jutting outward as he kneeled before me. The sight cannot be explained in words, there are no words that could do it justice. I think I knew then, in the back of my mind, that this would not be our last encounter. I enjoyed him too much to let him go.

I felt the coil in my abdomen tighten and knew that I was nearing my end. I pulled back, not wanting it to finish just yet. He leaned forward in an attempt to capture my dick in his mouth again. I laughed good heartedly and watched a blush rise in his cheeks.

I sat down now, on the edge of the bed that the Head Boy normally occupied. I patted the mattress beside me and without hesitation he crawled toward me and stood only to sit on the bed at my side.

“Are you enjoying your servitude, Severus?” I asked. For some reason I had decided that I did care.
He nodded in response.

Understanding, I grinned and said, “You may speak freely.”

“Yes, Master. I am enjoying being in your service,” he retorted.

“That’s good,” I said. “But you are not through yet. You still have,” I glanced toward the clock on the bedside table, “another four hours before the sun rises and you are free again.”

He nodded, “What would Master have me do?”

Gods, I found that tantalizingly appealing. His dark eyes bored into me as he referred to me as his Master, not a hint of sarcasm or anger in his tone. It was empowering beyond belief. I reveled in it, a smile creasing my lips in its wake.

It had been a good question, what did I want him to do? It hadn’t been like this before, with the others that I had taken for a night of servitude. They had resisted, they had fought and I had to strike fear into their hearts to make them obey. I had generally spent the first hour or two punishing them for their lack of obedience. It ended with them pleasuring me and by the time I was sated the sun had risen and the slave was once again freed. I had not been forced to waist time or think up ridiculous punishments in Severus Snape’s case; he had been so easily swayed.

I had stared at him for a moment, sizing him up and trying to decide what I’d have liked to see him do. I requested that he stand and turn his backside to me, he did so without question. I reached out and squeezed his ass cheeks, pinching them and playfully swatting at the pale skin. When I had parted his cheeks and laid my middle finger on his opening I felt him stiffen but he did not move or jerk away.

“Severus, have you ever been buggered?” I questioned.

He did not answer immediately and I frowned. After a moment of silence he said, “Yes, Master.”

“Who?” My curiosity had been piqued. Perhaps that’s why he had fell into it so quickly, maybe he really did prefer men. The silence stretched longer than I liked. He did not seem to want to answer my question. “I asked you a question, Severus,” I said a bit harsher than I had intended. “Who buggered you?”

“Sirius Black, Master,” he choked out.

My face fell. He’d allowed Black, of all the wizards in the whole of Hogwarts, to take him. I was baffled but intrigued. I, perhaps, should have realized by his reaction and refusal to answer that Snape hadn’t allowed anything at all.

“Are you lovers?” I inquired.

“No, Master,” he responded.

“So it was a one night stand? Did you enjoy it, Severus?”

He choked on his words again and it was then that I began to understand. “No, Master. I did not enjoy it and I…I didn’t ask for it.”

“I see.” My voice betrayed my anger.

In the little time I had spent with him, Severus Snape had grown on me. I had seen him as someone eager to please, true to their word and yes, brave enough see through an agreement no matter what it entailed. As I had stated previously, I was endeared to him.

“Tell me what happened, Severus.” I patted the seat beside me again and he sat down next to me.

I saw hatred and anger flash across his face as he pieced the story together in his mind. I did not have to ask again, however.

“I was walking back from the laboratory. It was right before the Christmas Holidays last year. I had been doing extra projects in potions and I often left late. I had somehow gotten turned around in the dark corridors and ended up, not in the dungeons where I was headed, but in a corridor on the fifth floor. Black found me…” he trailed off there. When he continued every word dripped like venom from his mouth, the rage still presiding over his memory of the event. “He teased me, like usual, for a little while before he realized it was less fun without an audience. I tried to walk away but he stood in front of me, blocking the corridor. I pulled my wand but he attacked first, he conjured ropes that bound my wrists and ankles. I fell onto my knees, unable to defend myself. He charmed my trousers away and lifted my robes. He took what he wanted, told me to stay away from his Gryffindor friends or there’d be more where that came from.”

I looked at him, and watched as the anguish passed over his features before disappearing as though it had never existed. His nostrils had been flared, the only hint at the rage he had pent up for over a year. I had felt pity and something akin to sadness while he’d told his story. I might have made enslavement a sport but I had never actually raped anyone, not then at least.

Something had come over me and I reached out and stroked his cheek with one finger. The tender touch had surprised him but he seemed content to let it happen. When I splayed my hand over his cheek I felt him lean into the touch slightly.

“It can feel good,” I said for some reason. “If it’s done properly it can feel wonderful.”

He gave me that skeptical look again and I knew he didn’t believe me. There was no point in arguing when it could be proven again and again. I still had four hours after all and I had been a young man then, capable of going again and again if required.

In those few hours Severus Snape had broken a damn within me and I had suddenly felt the need to bring pleasure to this poor sod of a boy who had no one in the world to count on. He had looked up to me. He had tried so hard to model himself after me. Black, the wretched bastard, would pay and I would see to it personally. Still, it would not be enough for what he’d done to a Slytherin. A Slytherin, who in the morning, would be a part of my closed circle. Yes, there would be retribution. Slytherin House is known for putting themselves above others but when it came down to it, we protected our own.

I laid back onto the bed, my bare feet still flat on the stone floor and my back flat against the mattress. “Come here, Severus,” I commanded. “Lie atop me.”

He stood between my legs and crawled over me until his body was flush against mine. His lips were fractions on centimeters from mine and I easily closed the distance. He seemed put-off for a moment but then he had leaned into it and moaned into my mouth. I felt his organ twitch against my hip as I coaxed his lips open with my tongue. I thought, at the time, that I had felt real emotion in that kiss. If so, I would now say that I might be one of the only people in the world to have felt true emotion from Severus Snape. Either way, at the time I was inclined to return such feelings with some of my own.

I had somehow managed to squeeze my hand between our bodies. I had stroked him tenderly, trying to convey that I would not hurt him like Black had. He seemed to understand and moaned into my mouth as he hardened in my hand. My own organ was fully erect now and pressing insistently into Severus’ stomach. My lips and tongue found their way to his neck where I splayed kisses haphazardly. “Stand between my legs, Severus,” I whispered.

He untangled his limbs from mine and did as I had instructed. I saw his eyes glued to my body before my own had become glued to his. He stood, back straight and arms at his sides, his cock jutting out proudly toward me. I gestured toward the bedside table and he looked, grabbed my wand and tossed it to me. I gave my ebony wand a slight flick and discarded it onto the opposite bedside table. I sat up then and ran my hand over his cock. He looked down as he felt the cool liquid that my hand was covered in being smeared onto his organ. He had looked confused. When I lay back down and lifted my legs, running my coated fingers over and into my opening, he seemed to get the idea.

This had been a first for me. I had never before been topped by one of my slaves. It had occurred to me over the course of the conversation that Severus would not believe it could be pleasurable unless he saw it with his own eyes. If I had taken him, as I had intended to before his tale, he would have been tense and unwelcoming and I wouldn’t have enjoyed it at all. So this had been my solution. I would allow him to see how much pleasure it brought me in the hopes that he would see the truth in my statement that it could be a pleasurable thing. I smiled up at him as he watched, appearing fascinated, by the movements of my digits.

When I hooked me feet around him and urged him forward he moved very slowly. It looked as though he thought he was approaching a shrine and once again my ego was stroked. I scooted forward and hooked my legs around him using my hand to guide his organ toward my entrance.

He entered me painstakingly slowly and I have never decided whether it was his inexperience that provoked this or if he rather liked to watch me squirm and moan. He moaned when he was fully sheathed and I held up my hand to still him. His girth had somehow felt greater when it was inside of me. He looked worried, as though I had just proven his very point. I smiled, telling him that I needed to give my body a moment to adjust.

When I gave him the okay to move again, he moved slowly as if he feared hurting me. “Harder,” I moaned. He complied but only minimally. I could see the concentration in his face as he eased in and out of me. I had used my leg muscles to thrust myself forward, thus ramming his organ to the deepest depths of my hole. His moan could have awoken the dead and mine nearly matched it. I had piqued his arousal and he thrust harder now. I was moaning incoherently and praising the man who was, technically, my slave as he thrust into me. “Faster, Severus,” I whimpered. My hand had come up and fisted around my own erection. He was fucking me in earnest now, drawing animalistic growls and hisses from the both of us.

I could tell he was nearing his finish, the harsh lines that were etched in his face told me that he was concentrating on not finishing before I did. With his next thrust, however, he went deep and nudged at my prostate glands. I had screamed out in pure bliss. “Yes, there, do that again.” He did as I asked and it only took two more thrusts before I was screaming in ecstasy, squirting my fluids out onto my stomach and hand. I felt him go rigid when I climaxed. My tightening walls had closed in on him and he thrust once more before groaning as he spilled himself.

He came, blurry eyed, to lie next to me on the bed. For some time we just laid there, not speaking at all. We were a mess of tangled and sweaty limbs. “You see,” I had said finally when I had regained the ability of speech. “It was…very pleasurable for me.”

He grunted and opened his eyes to gaze into mine. He seemed to be searching me again, trying to decipher something that hid behind the storm cloud grey of my eyes. “Why?” he asked me.

I had known what he meant of course and I answered him honestly. “Because I wanted you to.”

The remainder of that time, before the sun rose, was spent indulging in carnal pleasure. I recall having topped him at least twice and getting topped again myself. Severus and I continued to indulge with one another and often he would allow me to be his Master. He joined our ranks the next day and we immediately began to plot against Black. That one night with Snape had somehow changed me. I was not then, nor am I know, a nice man but I was tempered by him and he was educated by me.

As for what befell Sirius Black at our hands…well that’s another story all together.