A Hard Lesson.
folder
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,182
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,182
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
Spank.I do not own Harry Potter, and I do not make any money from these writings.
A Hard Lesson.
Gilderoy stood in the room naked and shivering his eyes downcast, his shoulders hunched arms folded in front of him, his hands shielding his body from what ever on looker might be present in the viewing room. His back to the large mirror that made him feel uncomfortable. He liked...no loved his own reflection, but in this dim light to look at himself, made him feel nervous and fidgety.
He took a small breath watching his breath rise in a thin vale of white steam before him, making him shiver harder realising just how cold it was. He heard the door open behind him but knew better than to look, and kept his eyes lowered though his head came up level with the ground. "Ah Gilderoy I hear you've been a very good boy this week" said a voice behind him making him just about jump out of his skin wondering how he moved over to him so fast and silently...though time seemed to stand still in this room...if you could call it that.
The walls were high,made of dark nearly black stone,with course screed floors that made his feet ache to have to stand in one spot for so long. There were no windows aside from the mirror to the side of him that he had his back to and next to the mirror a small steel door that creaked unpleasantly when it was ordered to, or was completely silent when ordered to be. A large never shrinking candle that floated over head constantly dripping hot wax down his back was all that lit the gloomy room,casting off dark shadows from several corners within it.
He took a deep breath and nodded humbly "Yes sir. I've been trying very hard to make you proud sir" He said quietly his eyes held down staring quietly at the floor in front of him, trying his best not to fidget or shiver...he wouldn't like that.... "I see that the marks from our last lesson have healed...did you use the ointment I gave you?" he asked cupping his gloved hand on the under curve of Gilderoy's smooth ass and running an experimental finger over it to see that there really were no marks present. "Yes sir...as you ordered ...every night after my bath..." The man nodded thoughtfully not that Gilderoy could see,drumming his fingers in a rhythm Gilderoy knew all to well.
"All right time for inspection. Bring me my chair, you know what to do." He said watching with a pleased smile as Gilderoy pulled away from him and stood to the side watching the wax that had dripped down his back as it broke off in small pieces and shattered to the floor.Especially when he placed the chair down for the man his muscles involuntarily flexing.
Stepping aside the older man sat down watching him expectantly. Gilderoy had learned not to hesitate and stood in front of him, turned around and bend forward his fingers pressing the floor in front of him his legs spread as wide as they would go. The site before him made the older man lick his lips in pleasure. Long legs coming up with what can only be described as Spartanic perfection.Lightly muscled and well toned legs,coming up to end under an equally perfectly toned ass, framing a set of heavy balls that rested between them.
Running his hands up the boys legs to his cheeks and spreading them, he smiled in appreciation until he saw something that made him frown.Sliding in his a rather thick finger his frown deepened as he confirmed what he had though. He pulled his finger roughly from Gilderoy who let out the tiniest hiss of discomfort, his ring burning slightly. "Do you have something to tell me Gilderoy?" asked the older man sitting back in his chair,watching the boys figure stiffen for a moment before sagging in dismay confirming that the boy was as guilty as sin.
"...Sir! Please! I'm...I'm...sorry...please don't..." he stopped talking fighting back the urge to shed tears "Please don't what? Mr.Lockhart?" don't punish you as you rightly deserve? Turn to face me and tell me what I shouldn't do!" he ordered with all the venom his voice could posses,The boy straightened and turned to him,covering himself with his hands "Please don't hurt me Professor Slughorn,I'm truly sorry! I tried to stop him but he wouldn't listen..." Came the pitiful voice that to some would have sounded so heart retching that they would have pulled him into a hug long ago.
"Not Good Enough Mr.Lockhart. Your a dirty little whore! I've tried and tried to beat that out of you in all the 7 years that I have taught you but you wont listen. Your father would be disgusted in you!" he said standing up to stand over the boy who was now sobbing at the mention of his father "Pl...Please sir! I..." Slughorn silenced him with a wave of his hand "I don't care you disgraceful dirty boy! Perhaps I should inform your father that you are a dirty little whore to Lecherous little Gryffindores!" At this Gilderoy dropped to his knees sobbing harder,looking like death had just struck him "Please PLEASE SIR!! Not again!!! He hates me...He ...I'm a disgrace! Nothing better than a squib...he would disown me sir! No matter what I do its never good enough... Please!!! I...PLEASE..." His pleading getting to the point of being hysterical.
"You have dishonoured not only Slytherin but your family as well! There is no excuse! I should just drown you like the unwanted little vermin that you are!" Said Slughorn stepping away and marching to the door deaf to the sounds of his student "I cannot allow for weak students that I have had to carry through most of his school life to drag down the rest! This is unacceptable" He shut the door behind him, his favourite chair disappearing.
True to his word the room suddenly started to fill with water from no where in particular,with such a speed that by the time he managed to calm down enough to register that the room was filling with water he was already hip deep in it. But he was trapped and there was nothing he could do.It wasn't long before the water was up to his neck, his tears hot against his face as he struggled to breath,he was shaking so much.
The water slowly rose higher and higher until Gilderoy was forced to swim as the water rose higher and higher the candle died and the room became dark, nothing but his own breathing could be heard between his screaming for forgiveness his whole body so numb it became painful to kick let alone breath, his screams becoming tight constricted until all he could manage was tight gasps of dark air.It hurt so much to breath every move he made felt like agony, and by the time his head hit the high vaulted ceiling he could no longer tremble he felt so tired like his life was draining from him in every move he made until he floated in the black nothingness face taking gasp after agonising gasp, Slughorns words from minuets ago and those of a life time of punishment and disappointment ringing in his ears, until with one last breath the water completely filled the chamber.
"It's like sinking into ink". Was an unbeckoned thought that had just popped into his head out of nowhere."But at least I wont have to face father...I'm worthless...I cant even remember a simple spell when I need to...Professor Slughorn and...Father are right...I don't deserve to live...I.." with that he accepted death...sweet death...nothing could have seemed sweeter than the moment when he finally began to sink to the floor...peace at last.
He took a small breath watching his breath rise in a thin vale of white steam before him, making him shiver harder realising just how cold it was. He heard the door open behind him but knew better than to look, and kept his eyes lowered though his head came up level with the ground. "Ah Gilderoy I hear you've been a very good boy this week" said a voice behind him making him just about jump out of his skin wondering how he moved over to him so fast and silently...though time seemed to stand still in this room...if you could call it that.
The walls were high,made of dark nearly black stone,with course screed floors that made his feet ache to have to stand in one spot for so long. There were no windows aside from the mirror to the side of him that he had his back to and next to the mirror a small steel door that creaked unpleasantly when it was ordered to, or was completely silent when ordered to be. A large never shrinking candle that floated over head constantly dripping hot wax down his back was all that lit the gloomy room,casting off dark shadows from several corners within it.
He took a deep breath and nodded humbly "Yes sir. I've been trying very hard to make you proud sir" He said quietly his eyes held down staring quietly at the floor in front of him, trying his best not to fidget or shiver...he wouldn't like that.... "I see that the marks from our last lesson have healed...did you use the ointment I gave you?" he asked cupping his gloved hand on the under curve of Gilderoy's smooth ass and running an experimental finger over it to see that there really were no marks present. "Yes sir...as you ordered ...every night after my bath..." The man nodded thoughtfully not that Gilderoy could see,drumming his fingers in a rhythm Gilderoy knew all to well.
"All right time for inspection. Bring me my chair, you know what to do." He said watching with a pleased smile as Gilderoy pulled away from him and stood to the side watching the wax that had dripped down his back as it broke off in small pieces and shattered to the floor.Especially when he placed the chair down for the man his muscles involuntarily flexing.
Stepping aside the older man sat down watching him expectantly. Gilderoy had learned not to hesitate and stood in front of him, turned around and bend forward his fingers pressing the floor in front of him his legs spread as wide as they would go. The site before him made the older man lick his lips in pleasure. Long legs coming up with what can only be described as Spartanic perfection.Lightly muscled and well toned legs,coming up to end under an equally perfectly toned ass, framing a set of heavy balls that rested between them.
Running his hands up the boys legs to his cheeks and spreading them, he smiled in appreciation until he saw something that made him frown.Sliding in his a rather thick finger his frown deepened as he confirmed what he had though. He pulled his finger roughly from Gilderoy who let out the tiniest hiss of discomfort, his ring burning slightly. "Do you have something to tell me Gilderoy?" asked the older man sitting back in his chair,watching the boys figure stiffen for a moment before sagging in dismay confirming that the boy was as guilty as sin.
"...Sir! Please! I'm...I'm...sorry...please don't..." he stopped talking fighting back the urge to shed tears "Please don't what? Mr.Lockhart?" don't punish you as you rightly deserve? Turn to face me and tell me what I shouldn't do!" he ordered with all the venom his voice could posses,The boy straightened and turned to him,covering himself with his hands "Please don't hurt me Professor Slughorn,I'm truly sorry! I tried to stop him but he wouldn't listen..." Came the pitiful voice that to some would have sounded so heart retching that they would have pulled him into a hug long ago.
"Not Good Enough Mr.Lockhart. Your a dirty little whore! I've tried and tried to beat that out of you in all the 7 years that I have taught you but you wont listen. Your father would be disgusted in you!" he said standing up to stand over the boy who was now sobbing at the mention of his father "Pl...Please sir! I..." Slughorn silenced him with a wave of his hand "I don't care you disgraceful dirty boy! Perhaps I should inform your father that you are a dirty little whore to Lecherous little Gryffindores!" At this Gilderoy dropped to his knees sobbing harder,looking like death had just struck him "Please PLEASE SIR!! Not again!!! He hates me...He ...I'm a disgrace! Nothing better than a squib...he would disown me sir! No matter what I do its never good enough... Please!!! I...PLEASE..." His pleading getting to the point of being hysterical.
"You have dishonoured not only Slytherin but your family as well! There is no excuse! I should just drown you like the unwanted little vermin that you are!" Said Slughorn stepping away and marching to the door deaf to the sounds of his student "I cannot allow for weak students that I have had to carry through most of his school life to drag down the rest! This is unacceptable" He shut the door behind him, his favourite chair disappearing.
True to his word the room suddenly started to fill with water from no where in particular,with such a speed that by the time he managed to calm down enough to register that the room was filling with water he was already hip deep in it. But he was trapped and there was nothing he could do.It wasn't long before the water was up to his neck, his tears hot against his face as he struggled to breath,he was shaking so much.
The water slowly rose higher and higher until Gilderoy was forced to swim as the water rose higher and higher the candle died and the room became dark, nothing but his own breathing could be heard between his screaming for forgiveness his whole body so numb it became painful to kick let alone breath, his screams becoming tight constricted until all he could manage was tight gasps of dark air.It hurt so much to breath every move he made felt like agony, and by the time his head hit the high vaulted ceiling he could no longer tremble he felt so tired like his life was draining from him in every move he made until he floated in the black nothingness face taking gasp after agonising gasp, Slughorns words from minuets ago and those of a life time of punishment and disappointment ringing in his ears, until with one last breath the water completely filled the chamber.
"It's like sinking into ink". Was an unbeckoned thought that had just popped into his head out of nowhere."But at least I wont have to face father...I'm worthless...I cant even remember a simple spell when I need to...Professor Slughorn and...Father are right...I don't deserve to live...I.." with that he accepted death...sweet death...nothing could have seemed sweeter than the moment when he finally began to sink to the floor...peace at last.