The Collar

10/02/2009: A/N--I would like to thank all of you that took the time to review; I am pleased you liked it! VR.


*******
The collar sat on a table in the entry of the house. It was smooth calfskin leather with a silver buckle, nothing remarkable about it at all, until someone might remember that they didn’t have a dog. When asked about the anomalous object, Hermione would shrug and simply say that she’d been pet-sitting for a friend and it had been left behind when they picked up the animal.

It was a reasonable explanation for the collar’s presence. Severus had smirked at her when he heard her tell Ginny Potter that tale. Lucius had offered to fire-call ‘Roger’ and tell him to come and pick up his pet’s accessories. It was all so perfectly reasonable, really.

It was also a lie. A flat-out farrago; a base canard.

The collar was a passport to pleasure. It had nothing to do with any fleabag dog from a fictitious neighbor. No, whoever came home from a hard day’s work and needed a bit of relief would put the collar around their neck and take off their clothes.

The collar was a signal to the other two members of the household that someone wanted to play, that they needed to relax and stop making decisions for a while. Wearing it meant you needed to be taken care of, but you didn’t have to ask for it.

The collar saved your pride.

Naked except for that slim strip of leather, you could just sink to your knees and obey.

****

Lucius Apparated into the foyer of the manor, glad to be home. He handed his cloak and gloves to the waiting elf with a nod and was informed that his dinner had been kept warm for him. He was glad of that, since this was the third time this week he’d been late. The meetings were running later and later due to difficulties with import laws. Honestly, he wondered why he kept his solicitors on retainer, since they seemed to be unable to solve the simplest of problems without him holding their hands lately.

“Where are Miss Hermione and Master Severus?” he asked the elf, --Tippy, Drippy, he wasn’t sure of its name, but Hermione would know. They all looked alike to him, but she knew them all.

“The Mates is having drinks in the second drawing room, Master Lucius,” the elf said politely. “I tells them you is home whiles you has dinner, sir.”

Lucius nodded, but then his eye fell on the collar lying in its usual place. “Wait.” (Floppy; that was his name) ”I’m not hungry tonight, Floppy. Save my dinner for later and I will go to my Mates myself. You may retire for the night.”

“Thank you sir, have a pleasant evening, Master.” Floppy bowed low and vanished.

Lucius reached for the collar and picked it up, running his fingertips over the smooth surface. It was becoming a bit worn, the slightly enlarged holes indicating the different places the buckle had to be latched to fit his neck or Severus’—they ‘d had to add several holes to make it fit Hermione’s slender throat. He smiled at the memories the feel and smell of the leather evoked, the darker stains of sweat on the padded lining giving him a pleasant frisson of anticipatory gooseflesh.

Tonight he needed the collar and its comforts.

His pale hands trembled slightly as he buckled it around his neck. The instant it was secure he noticed how wrong his clothing felt. The elegantly tailored suit was as uncomfortable as armor, scratchy as thistles. Even his hand-made shoes were clumsy on his feet.

Lucius stripped quickly and left the discarded annoyances piled in a chair for the elves to find later. The marble floor tiles were cool on his bare feet as he crossed the foyer to the stairs. He passed an antique pier glass and paused to look at his reflection; naked with his hair still neatly tied back, his physical condition one that many younger wizards could envy. He looked very good. He knew they would be pleased.

He went up the stairs and down the hall to the little drawing room where they spent their evenings together. From inside the closed door he could hear their voices, Severus’ drawling baritone and Hermione’s sweeter soprano. They were discussing some aspect of their research; debating results of tests and experiments. Their voices made him feel deep warmth inside, glad that their unlikely trio had come together. No one had ever made him feel as accepted as his lovers, and no one ever could.

He carefully lowered himself to his knees and took a deep breath before he pushed open the door and crawled inside the room.

The voices stopped as the door swung wide and he entered with his gaze on the floor. Lucius turned and closed the door without rising, then turned back and crawled a few paces forward, waiting to be acknowledged. He kept his eyes down, respectfully.

“Oh dear, I think someone has had a bad day,” Hermione’s voice said kindly.

“Indeed; it’s been a long time since you needed the collar, Lucius,” Severus said. “You may come to us, pet.” He heard the clink of a glass being set on a hard surface.

He glanced up only once to ascertain their locations, and then he began to crawl across the thick carpet towards them. Hermione was seated on a settee in front of the fireplace, a small glass of brandy in her hand. She wore a satin cocktail gown in deep blue, her thick hair piled atop her head to display the pearls Lucius had given her for her last birthday.

Severus was standing in front of her, his back to the warmth of the fire. He wore a long waistcoat and trousers over a black silk shirt and cravat. His frock coat was tossed over the back of an armchair. His drink was on the mantelpiece where he had placed it on seeing Lucius. “Greet your master properly, Lucius, where are your manners?” Severus scolded mildly.

Lucius kissed the black dragonhide boots and rubbed the side of his face against the soft wool trousers, letting his need be seen by them without restraint. He would not speak without their permission. Severus nudged him with one knee, gently, to pay his respects to Hermione as well.

Kissing her silver high heeled shoes, Lucius pressed small, light kisses to her ankles as well, letting his tongue graze that ticklish spot just above the bone. Her giggle made him smile; it felt good to please her.

“Stop that, Lucius! Silly pet,” Hermione laughed. She stroked his hair and rubbed the back of his neck for a moment. “Kneel up now, sweetheart. Let’s have a look at you.” Her command was sweet, but it was sure and firm at the same time and he was happy to obey.

Crossing his arms at the small of his back, Lucius locked his hands around his own wrists and sat back on his heels. Spreading his knees wide, he drew his shoulders back and kept his chin up and his eyes cast down like a good sex pet should. The position left him completely exposed; his wide, muscular chest bare but for a sprinkle of golden hair and his half-erect penis resting against one solid thigh. Not even his anus was hidden, as Severus knew well from his own view behind him.

“Good boy,” Hermione cooed and reached out to tweak one of his dark pink nipples with her slender fingers. It hardened to a tight point immediately. Noticing this, she smiled at Severus, “He needs attention, love, badly. Still, he did interrupt our conversation, didn’t he?”

“That he did,” Severus agreed in a slow purr. “I noticed that he didn’t knock before entering, either. Bad manners, Lucius, you know better than that.” He stepped to Lucius’ side and played with the other nipple, scratching his nails lightly over the stiffened nub.

Lucius moaned behind his closed lips in protest even as his cock filled and pressed against his lower belly. Ah, but they knew him so well, these two!

“Tsk, tsk, I thought our pet would behave better. What do you think, Severus, five for failing to knock and ten for the interruption?” Hermione asked in a thoughtful tone. “Not to mention he wasn’t even hard when he arrived. I’m almost insulted.”

“Another five for displeasing your mistress as well,” Severus sneered. He pinched the nipple hard, twisting it and drawing another moan from the blond. “Fetch the basket and be quick about it or I’ll add another ten for laziness!”

Scrambling on his hands and knees, Lucius hurried to a cupboard and returned with a wicker basket, the handle clenched firmly in his teeth. Returning to a spot directly in between them, he knelt up again, still with the basket in his mouth so they could choose the toys to use on him tonight.

Hermione took the basket and set it on the cushion next to her. Her brown eyes sparkled as she sorted through the contents. “Hmm, what to use…Severus, I can’t make up my mind. Should we use the paddle or the cat? He’s been naughty, but I don’t want to push him over the edge too soon. What do you think?” She glanced over at the naked man in front of her. Lucius was looking at her from the corner of his eye, trying to see what she would choose to punish him with. “Eyes down, pet! You bad boy, now we’ll have to use the crop.” She scolded him.

Lucius flushed in embarrassment for making such a basic mistake. Severus’ large hand slapped his cheek lightly in admonishment, forcing his chin back up as he shivered. The crop had a wicked sting that he loved; it drove all other thoughts from his mind when it struck his flesh.

“Ten with your little cat o’nine tails, my dear,” Severus drawled. “Let’s be fair and split his punishment between us. I’ll give him ten with the crop. I know you don’t like to use it.”

“You always leave such a perfect set of stripes with the crop. I just can’t get the hang of it—I’m either too light or too hard and I don’t want to break the skin.” Hermione shook her head and pulled a small leather-covered handle with strips of sueded deerskin knotted at intervals from the basket. “But this I know well,” she smirked, looking like a petite version of the Potions master. She combed her fingers through the strips, checking for weak spots or fraying that might cause unintended injury.

She stood and kissed Severus before strolling languidly around Lucius, the tails of the cat flicking idly against her leg. She let the soft leather trail over his smooth back, then down over his chest before dangling the ends over his cock, teasing his hardness with the tickling sensation. It gave a twitch. He sucked in a nervous breath at the feeling, not knowing what she might decide to do to him.

Hermione chuckled wickedly at his reaction. “Don’t worry, pet, I won’t whip your pretty prick, at least not right now. You haven’t been that bad.” The cat flicked against his chest, leaving a few pink marks and a soft sting that made him gasp. “Stand and brace your arms on the mantle, legs together, pet.”

He quickly rose and assumed the position. It bared his broad back for her yet protected his scrotum against any strokes that might go astray. Hermione was always very careful never to inflict any permanent injury to her lovers, and they did the same when she needed to play. He felt her move his hair to hang over one shoulder out of the way. “Ready, pet?” she asked softly. He nodded. They still had not given him permission to speak.

“Count the strokes and you will thank me for each one.” She said. He heard the swish of the whip through the air as she tried a few warm up swings and then the loud slap as it struck across the small of his back. The sharp sting and sizzle burst through his nerves, startling him. It really had been too long since he’d felt the need to play.

“One, thank you, Mistress!” Lucius choked out, gripping the mantle shelf in his large hands. Oh, gods, that felt so good! He kept counting each blow as Hermione’s arm dealt them in a steady rhythm up and over the entire surface of his back until it was burning and pink with the random stripes she inflicted. With each one his cock jumped and pulsed, growing harder and harder until he could almost feel his heartbeat between his legs.

At the last stroke he was shuddering, his eyes wet with unshed tears. She dropped the cat to the hearth where he could see it as a signal that she was done. “That’s my good boy,” she kissed a welt on his shoulder and ran her hand over his spine to soothe him. “Now, go to your master, pet.”

While Hermione had been working on Lucius, Severus had moved a large ottoman into the space before the settee. He was standing next to it, his arms crossed and a stiff leather riding crop in one hand. His face was calm as ever, but his eyes were hot after watching the little witch doling out her punishment. The contrast of the demure blue satin cocktail dress with the whip in her hand as she flogged a naked Lucius had him hard as steel. He wanted to finish with Lucius so he could fuck her into conniptions.

“That’s ten for the interruption, Lucius,” he said as the blond crawled to him and kissed his boot. He used the end of the crop to lift Lucius’ tear-stained face up. “Now it’s five for not knocking before you entered the room, and five for insulting our mate. When you wear the collar, you must be hard; you know this. Kneel up and let me see that hard cock.”

Lucius again knelt up, his legs wide. As he locked his wrists behind his back he felt his shoulders stretch and burn from his whipping. The welts were pulling and protesting the movement. He’d feel them for days, he knew.

Severus’ dark eyes examined him for any flaw in his form. The chin was up with the eyes downcast, shoulders back and spine straight. Lucius’ long thick cock was a dark red, drops of precome seeping like tears from the slit at the tip and into the thatch of silky gold curls at the base. His hips were giving little twitches as if trying to fuck the air for relief.

“Much better, Lucius.” Severus let the tip of the crop brush down over the man’s chest, following the trail of hair to the base of that impressive erection. “Look at me,” he commanded. When the pale eyes met his he smiled and began to delicately brush the crop over Lucius’ cock, moving it from side to side.

Groaning behind his tightly closed lips, Lucius protested, trying to shift his hips away from that maddening touch. If he didn’t stop Lucius would come right there! He struggled for control and to keep in his proper position as the dark haired man teased him mercilessly.

Severus pressed the crop to his belly to hold him still again. “Hermione, get the cock ring. He gets no pleasure until after his punishment. We can’t have him spewing like some green boy, can we?” He smirked at Lucius’ frown.

Smiling widely, Hermione dug in the basket and found the leather cock ring. She also brought out a medium-sized butt plug and a tube of lubricant. “I have an idea, Severus. He needs to be reminded that a good pet must always be in control.” She knelt next to him and gripped his cock firmly, giving him a couple of strokes over the entire length before she snapped the tight leather ring around the base and keeping him from coming on her hands, just barely. “Now, bend over the footstool and spread for me,” she ordered him.

A feeling of dread filled his gut as Lucius rested his chest on the footstool and reached back with both hands. He gripped his own buttocks and opened them for Hermione. The next thing he felt was her smooth hand rubbing over his ass, tiny fingers dripping the cold oily lubricant over his puckered rosette. One little fingertip pushed inside, opening him a bit before it withdrew. A moment later he felt the rounded end of the plug being pressed to his back entry.

“Open for me, open; that’s it, love.” Hermione soothed his upset; she knew he hated the hard plastic plug. She’d oiled it well and slid it into him, twisting and thrusting until she had it firmly seated in that dark pink rosebud. He heard her whisper a charm of some kind. The plug warmed and shifted inside him. “All right, Severus, you can proceed.”

Severus nodded and rolled his shoulders to loosen them. “Stand in front where he can see you, Hermione. Lucius, you will keep your eyes on your Mistress and count each stroke. You may thank me when they are complete.”

The crop sang through the air and struck like a lightning bolt, jolting through Lucius’ entire body. As it hit the plug thrust into his anus on its own. “Ah! One,” He gulped, voice cracking. The devious little witch had spelled the thing to fuck him in time with the caning! Her grin was sheer evil as she stared back at him and started playing with her breasts, letting him see the nipples getting hard under the shimmering satin of her dress.

Another swish, another crack of pain and another thrust had him shifting, gripping the footstool with both hands. “Two!” Lucius moaned. His nerves were on fire, a dizzying wave passing through to his very bones. The plug was hitting his prostate now, driving him mad with lust. He was very grateful for the cock ring or he’d have come immediately.

Hermione was removing her dress, dropping it at her feet. Underneath she wore a white corset with garters attached to sheer stockings and one of those indecent little muggle thongs of hers. She looked both pure and wanton as she rubbed her hands over her breasts and pinched her nipples to pebble-hardness. Lucius was almost drooling as he stared at her, in spite of the blows Severus was inflicting on his buttocks.

At five Lucius was trying to thrust his cock against the side of the footstool. Hermione was fingering her pussy through the thong and licking her lips. At eight the plug gave up on matching the strokes and was fucking his ass in earnest.

“Ten! Oh, gods, thank you M-master,” Lucius sobbed when Severus dropped the crop in front of him. Tears were running down his face and he was shaking, desperately needing to come. The burning of his well-striped ass made him feel as if he’d been broiled but the aching in his cock and balls was worse.

Severus pulled his face up and kissed him, tongue going deep into his mouth and mimicking the plug in his stretched anus. “Are you all right, Lucius? It wasn’t too much, was it?” he asked in concern. His long thin fingers brushed the tears from his lover’s cheeks in comfort. He removed the collar; the game was over for now.

Gasping for breath Lucius replied “No, I’m fine, but please, in the name of Merlin, get this thing out of me and fuck me, one of you! Please! I need you, both of you.” His voice was breaking from the force of his lust.

Hermione slid under him, lying on her back on the footstool. “It’s all right, love, we’re here, take what you need,” she pulled him to her. Crazed, Lucius ripped the thong off her before he spread her thighs wide and plunged deep into her wet slit in one stroke. “Oh, gods, yes!” she groaned as he split her.

The feel of her slick tight pussy was nirvana to his starving cock. “Oh gods, so wet, so hot! That’s it, fuck me! Yes!” Lucius was chanting as he pounded the little witch so hard her breasts bounced with every stroke. “Yes!”

Severus spelled off his own clothes and knelt behind Lucius. With care he removed the plug, Lucius slowing his thrusts into Hermione to allow it to be disposed of. He muttered a quick lubrication charm before pushing inside the blond man’s channel, reveling in the tight heat clasping around his cock.

Long practice let them find a rhythm that satisfied all, pushing and pulling together to create a mix of slapping, grunting, slippery fucking. After several minutes Severus reached under Lucius and fingered the cock ring. A flick of nimble fingers released it and Lucius came with a howl, driving madly into Hermione, hard enough to break her in half.

She loved it, clawing her nails down his sore back and shrieking their names as her release bathed them in a flood of creamy juice. Severus came seconds later, gripping Lucius hard enough to bruise his already well-marked skin and driving deeply into him, panting and moaning, his hips still convulsively jerking as the last drops pumped into his lover.

They gradually stilled, breathing hard as their bodies recovered. Severus rested against Lucius’ back as his cock slowly softened and slipped from his body. He pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses and licks over the sweaty, welted skin of his shoulders, licking and soothing the marks they had left. Lucius had his head resting between Hermione’s breasts, kissing her sternum and languidly massaging the soft globes with trembling hands as he shivered. She stroked his tangled hair, her eyes closed in sated pleasure.

Lucius chuckled suddenly and looked up at her. “You little deviant,” he grinned. “Where did you get that charm you put on the plug? That was a nasty trick, my love.”

“You loved it and you know it,” she grinned right back. She kissed him as she sat up, forcing him back against Severus who wrapped his arms around him. “Do you feel better, now, love?”

Lucius relaxed back into Severus' embrace, boneless with the utter lack of tension in his body. “Much better, thank you. You always know exactly what I need.”

“You should eat something, Lucius. It isn’t healthy to skip meals, even for a good fucking,” Severus said. He drew them to their feet and brushed a strand of hair from the other man’s forehead. “Go shower and I’ll have the elves send a tray up to the bedroom for you. Then I can get you some healing salve for those stripes or you won’t sit for days.”

Nodding, Lucius kissed them both and walked out the drawing room door. As he left, he banished the collar back to its place on the table in the foyer, ready for the next time one of them wanted to indulge in its comfort.

THE END