A Slave to a Slave
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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25
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
87,518
Reviews:
209
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
6
Disclaimer:
I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters or facts/details/etc I borrow from the work, nor do I make any money from the writings I create
A Slave to a Slave
Authors Note: I apologize, for making this Author's Note insanely long, but I've got a bit of explaining to do. I began this story, A Slave to a Slave last summer. If it seems familiar, it is because I've already posted about 15 chapters of it. However, I deleted them all and will repost them as I revamp them. No cheating allowed! I'm fixing some plot holes. Please do feel free to leave feedback, or if there is a particular kink you want to see, let me know. I'm willing to cater to my reviewers if they are constructive. I use flames to melt marshmellows for smores. I refuse to take them seriously because you know what you're stepping into. If you don't well, it's your own fault for not reading my note.
IMPORTANT: This story contains VERY graphic descriptions of sex between anywhere from 2-6 MEN at a time.
IMPORTANT: Everyone in this story is over the age of 18. Originally Harry, Blaise, and Draco were 16. I've recently discovered I can't stomach the idea of people that age and sex, so I've made my characters older. THEY ARE ALL OVER THE AGE OF 18. THAT MAKES IT LEGAL FOR THEM TO HAVE SEX. SINCE LAWRENCE VS. TEXAS, SODOMY IS NO LONGER ILLEGAL. THAT HAPPENED IN 2003. JUST SO YOU KNOW, IT'S LEGAL FOR PEOPLE TO HAVE ANY KIND OF CONSENSUAL SEX THAT THEY WANT TO AND HAS BEEN FOR SEVERAL YEARS NOW. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT.
Important: The only rape scene, as far as I know, takes place in this chapter, and it's MacNair getting raped by Voldemort. Snape and Harry will be perfectly consensual.
Now, on with the story. Please do enjoy.
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“Severus, I understand your birthday is tomorrow.” Lord Voldemort stood from his throne to stand over Severus Snape where he knelt in the middle of the throne room.
“Yes, my Lord, it is indeed.”
“And your plans for this occasion?”
“The usual, my Lord.” Severus’ eyes followed Voldemort’s shoes as he paced in a circle around the kneeling man.
“Which is?”
“Lunch with Lucius, then reading the book he has bought me, and creating some of the potions within it. I usually end my birthdays with an extra glass of scotch because Lucius always insists on spending the night at the castle.”
A light chuckle escaped the Dark Lord before he returned to his throne. “I have a present I would like to give you, Severus. You have proven yourself faithful to my service many times in the past year. Consider this your reward.”
“Thank you, my Lord. I look forward to receiving your gift. May I inquire what is it?”
“You may, but I’ll not answer. Just know it is something you can use around the house, you can sink into it, and you can make good use of parts of it in your potions. I think you will enjoy it greatly, and please do break it.” The Dark Lord’s laughter was darker this time, more sinister, before he motioned for Severus to stand and return to his place in the circle of men around the edges of the room. “Now, MacNair, have you found me a bearer yet?”
The trembling man stepped forward. “I have searched, miLord, searched everywhere. I really thought the last one would pass, really I did. Maybe… maybe they’re… they’re extinct.” His voice died out toward the end, his words barely a whisper.
Voldemort stood swiftly and backhanded MacNair, sending him to the floor, before he could register the movement. “You disappoint me!” He kicked the downed man in the ribs, and then knelt, grabbing his mangy hair, pulling them face to face. “When will you learn I do not tolerant failure! Crabbe, Goyle, place him in the stocks.” Voldemort stood and returned to his throne, while the two rotund men carried a struggling MacNair to a platform in the back of the room. They stripped him down, folded him over a bench, belted his hips down to it, and then pushed his head and hands into the stockade structure three feet in front, stretching his body out uncomfortably. They then chained his feet to the floor, putting a spreader bar between his knees. When they were done they returned to their spots in the circle.
“Next order of business. Lucius, tell me, what of Gryffindor?” The Dark Lord parted his robes and spread his knees, revealing naked flesh. He motioned Pettigrew between his legs. The sniveling man knelt and suckled the limp flesh into his mouth. Voldemort continued without pause. “What has good Regent Dumbledore been up to on our borders?”
Lucius stepped forward and knelt. “Very little, my Lord. His general, Hagrid, has a small squadron of men at our border, but he has kept the numbers low. Hardly a threat or an act of war, my Lord.”
“Have they done anything that could, even in the slightest way, be interpreted as an act of aggression?”
“No, my Lord.”
Growling, the Dark Lord pushed Pettigrew away from his genitals and stood. “Well, figure something out! I want to be at war with them within the month! I’m tired of pussyfooting around with those arrogant, do-gooder Gryffindors. I want the lot of them purged from this Earth.” He stormed over to the stockade structure and slapped MacNair on the ass. “If you don’t come up with something within the week, Lucius, you will take MacNair’s place, and I will force every man in this room to take a stab at your lily-white ass with his cock.”
Lucius barely suppressed the shiver that went down his spine and schooled his features to casual disinterest as he watched the Dark Lord force his cock into MacNair’s anus with no lube and no preparation. Malfoy waited for MacNair’s screams to die down to whimpers before he continued.
“I have heard rumors of one of our slave girls hopping the border to be with one of the Weasleys.”
“Tell our troops they have stolen property from us.” The Dark Lord paused a moment to thrust several times, roughly, into the shackled man. “Demand her return from Hagrid. Surely the Weasel in question is in his brigade. They all seem to want to serve under that giant fleabag.” He thrust a few more times. “Dammit, MacNair, you’re getting loose. Been taking it up the ass from someone other than your Master?” The Dark Lord pulled out and pumped his cock over the man’s back, using his own precum and blood from MacNair’s torn anus as lubricant. “Demand her return Lucius. You and Severus can go to the border the day after tomorrow and act as ambassadors for me. Return with the girl and a declaration of war or there will be hell to pay.” With those words and a loud grunt, Voldemort came, spraying come over MacNair’s back and torn anus. Upon completion, he summoned Pettigrew who happily knelt before his Master and cleaned his spent cock.
“You are dismissed, men. Same time next week. Oh, and Severus do enjoy your gift. Crabbe, Goyle, remain behind. I think MacNair needs a further lesson in what it means to disobey my orders.”
With a glance at each other, Severus and Lucius apparated away.
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So, let me know what you think. I will update, hopefully, once a day. It may be every two, depending. I'll do my best to never take longer than that.
IMPORTANT: This story contains VERY graphic descriptions of sex between anywhere from 2-6 MEN at a time.
IMPORTANT: Everyone in this story is over the age of 18. Originally Harry, Blaise, and Draco were 16. I've recently discovered I can't stomach the idea of people that age and sex, so I've made my characters older. THEY ARE ALL OVER THE AGE OF 18. THAT MAKES IT LEGAL FOR THEM TO HAVE SEX. SINCE LAWRENCE VS. TEXAS, SODOMY IS NO LONGER ILLEGAL. THAT HAPPENED IN 2003. JUST SO YOU KNOW, IT'S LEGAL FOR PEOPLE TO HAVE ANY KIND OF CONSENSUAL SEX THAT THEY WANT TO AND HAS BEEN FOR SEVERAL YEARS NOW. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT.
Important: The only rape scene, as far as I know, takes place in this chapter, and it's MacNair getting raped by Voldemort. Snape and Harry will be perfectly consensual.
Now, on with the story. Please do enjoy.
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“Severus, I understand your birthday is tomorrow.” Lord Voldemort stood from his throne to stand over Severus Snape where he knelt in the middle of the throne room.
“Yes, my Lord, it is indeed.”
“And your plans for this occasion?”
“The usual, my Lord.” Severus’ eyes followed Voldemort’s shoes as he paced in a circle around the kneeling man.
“Which is?”
“Lunch with Lucius, then reading the book he has bought me, and creating some of the potions within it. I usually end my birthdays with an extra glass of scotch because Lucius always insists on spending the night at the castle.”
A light chuckle escaped the Dark Lord before he returned to his throne. “I have a present I would like to give you, Severus. You have proven yourself faithful to my service many times in the past year. Consider this your reward.”
“Thank you, my Lord. I look forward to receiving your gift. May I inquire what is it?”
“You may, but I’ll not answer. Just know it is something you can use around the house, you can sink into it, and you can make good use of parts of it in your potions. I think you will enjoy it greatly, and please do break it.” The Dark Lord’s laughter was darker this time, more sinister, before he motioned for Severus to stand and return to his place in the circle of men around the edges of the room. “Now, MacNair, have you found me a bearer yet?”
The trembling man stepped forward. “I have searched, miLord, searched everywhere. I really thought the last one would pass, really I did. Maybe… maybe they’re… they’re extinct.” His voice died out toward the end, his words barely a whisper.
Voldemort stood swiftly and backhanded MacNair, sending him to the floor, before he could register the movement. “You disappoint me!” He kicked the downed man in the ribs, and then knelt, grabbing his mangy hair, pulling them face to face. “When will you learn I do not tolerant failure! Crabbe, Goyle, place him in the stocks.” Voldemort stood and returned to his throne, while the two rotund men carried a struggling MacNair to a platform in the back of the room. They stripped him down, folded him over a bench, belted his hips down to it, and then pushed his head and hands into the stockade structure three feet in front, stretching his body out uncomfortably. They then chained his feet to the floor, putting a spreader bar between his knees. When they were done they returned to their spots in the circle.
“Next order of business. Lucius, tell me, what of Gryffindor?” The Dark Lord parted his robes and spread his knees, revealing naked flesh. He motioned Pettigrew between his legs. The sniveling man knelt and suckled the limp flesh into his mouth. Voldemort continued without pause. “What has good Regent Dumbledore been up to on our borders?”
Lucius stepped forward and knelt. “Very little, my Lord. His general, Hagrid, has a small squadron of men at our border, but he has kept the numbers low. Hardly a threat or an act of war, my Lord.”
“Have they done anything that could, even in the slightest way, be interpreted as an act of aggression?”
“No, my Lord.”
Growling, the Dark Lord pushed Pettigrew away from his genitals and stood. “Well, figure something out! I want to be at war with them within the month! I’m tired of pussyfooting around with those arrogant, do-gooder Gryffindors. I want the lot of them purged from this Earth.” He stormed over to the stockade structure and slapped MacNair on the ass. “If you don’t come up with something within the week, Lucius, you will take MacNair’s place, and I will force every man in this room to take a stab at your lily-white ass with his cock.”
Lucius barely suppressed the shiver that went down his spine and schooled his features to casual disinterest as he watched the Dark Lord force his cock into MacNair’s anus with no lube and no preparation. Malfoy waited for MacNair’s screams to die down to whimpers before he continued.
“I have heard rumors of one of our slave girls hopping the border to be with one of the Weasleys.”
“Tell our troops they have stolen property from us.” The Dark Lord paused a moment to thrust several times, roughly, into the shackled man. “Demand her return from Hagrid. Surely the Weasel in question is in his brigade. They all seem to want to serve under that giant fleabag.” He thrust a few more times. “Dammit, MacNair, you’re getting loose. Been taking it up the ass from someone other than your Master?” The Dark Lord pulled out and pumped his cock over the man’s back, using his own precum and blood from MacNair’s torn anus as lubricant. “Demand her return Lucius. You and Severus can go to the border the day after tomorrow and act as ambassadors for me. Return with the girl and a declaration of war or there will be hell to pay.” With those words and a loud grunt, Voldemort came, spraying come over MacNair’s back and torn anus. Upon completion, he summoned Pettigrew who happily knelt before his Master and cleaned his spent cock.
“You are dismissed, men. Same time next week. Oh, and Severus do enjoy your gift. Crabbe, Goyle, remain behind. I think MacNair needs a further lesson in what it means to disobey my orders.”
With a glance at each other, Severus and Lucius apparated away.
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So, let me know what you think. I will update, hopefully, once a day. It may be every two, depending. I'll do my best to never take longer than that.