Diary of the Desperate

PART 1/5: The Whore

Summary: Severus after graduating from Hogwarts finds himself unable to continue his education or obtain employment because of the war which is currently taking place. He has no home to return to as neither the muggle Snape nor the pureblood Prince families want anything to do with him. He has no friends to speak of either. When he finds himself down to his last sickle and his belly empty, he turns to measures he wished he never had to. TMR/SS; RH/SS; Severitius (Harry is Severus's son)
Warnings: Mpreg; Dubious Consent; Violence; Angst; Humil

The thick repugnant odor of honeysuckle mixed with decaying meat ingredients hung in the air as eighteen-year-old Severus entered the shop at the corner of Diagon and Aire, straightening some imaginary wrinkle out of his faded robes and smoothing back the greasy locks of his hair into a tail at the back of his neck. His appearance was a hopeless cause but nonetheless there was the hope that somehow an employer would see past his grungy exterior to the hard worker underneath.

One of the three customers skimming the merchandise turned in his direction as he moved further into the shop and mustered up the courage to ignore the thick, pointed stare of the old witch. He approached the dark wooden counter behind which a middle aged wizard in casual blue robes sat reading the Daily Prophet.

“Excuse me, Sir, may I enquire as to the owner of this shop?”

Brown eyes briefly lifted from the paper. “Yer keekin a ‘im,” the man replied, the thick Scottish brogue taking Severus somewhat back.

“I notice the ‘Help Wanted’ sign in the window and I wished to inquire…”

“Yer nam laddie?” the Scottish wizard asked, a hand up to cut him off.

“Severus Snape.”

“Snape?” the man repeated. “Yer nae a pureblood?”

“No… I’m a half-blood.”

“Guid.” Severus was about to breathe easier when the man continued his questioning with, “Gryffindor, Ravenclaw o’ Hufflepuff?”

“Excuse me?” Severus asked.

“Ah said Gryffindor, Ravenclaw o’ Hufflepuff.”

Another one… Severus was prepared this time. “I was in Rav…” Severus was about to lie only to be cut off.

“Ah dinnae employ yer lyin’ kin Slytherin,” the man said. “Trae Knockturn. Aff wi’ ye.”

His empty belly and Slytherin survival instinct was pleading with him to beg while his pride dictated for him to graciously accept defeat and walk away.

“Sir, perhaps you can reconsider… I always received the highest marks on my Potion OWLs for my class as well as on my NEWTS.” It was the closest to begging Severus had come to since he was seven years old and begging his father to stop hitting his pregnant mother.

“Aff wi’ ye!” the Scottish Wizard repeated, his face flushed red.

Severus knew he was causing a scene but at the moment he did not care. This was his last chance for a respectable job. He could feel tears welling behind his tired onyx eyes. “I know I lied, but I desperately need this job…” He could hear the cackles of the old witches laughing at him.

“Daenae mak me caw thae Aurors ye Deatheater scum!”

What pride he had inside of him told him he had done enough and soon he was leaving the potion store with the swish of his worn cloak billowing behind him and heading towards Knockturn. He’d already tried his luck at Knockturn’s stores, potion and non-potion related alike, but none would hire him because his blood wasn’t pure enough. Diagon Alley’s stores were too “upstanding” to employee a suspected Deatheater. The muggle world would not hire him due to no record of education beyond primary school. Aire Street, a small side street off Diagon Alley, had been his last hope before he tried Lobio Circle.

Lobio Circle was located at the very end of Knockturn and was where the most sordid shops in Magical England were located… if you could call them shops at all. Most of these shops, which doubled as seedy brothels and “servant” markets, were only allowed to remain due to high-end ministry officials gracing the backrooms for free. From what Severus gathered, servants were typically specially educated prostitutes who could be hired from anything from actual servant work to fulfilling fetishes.

Severus kept his head held high as he passed by a haggard old wizard at the end of Knockturn who sneered at him in a way that put his muggle father’s sneer to shame.

Severus had always avoided Lobio Circle and thus was unprepared for the sight that greeted him. Men, women, and creatures were displayed in shop windows in various states of undress. Some were so still that the only thing indicating they were alive was their blinking. Others were performing various sex acts with people that remained mostly dressed, presumably customers with a…what was that fetish again...a fetish akin to voyeurism?

Severus forced the blush threatening to color his cheeks down as he entered the one shop that did not put its ‘merchandise’ on display. To Severus’s annoyance, the entrance of the shop was a large parlour-room washed in a haughty almost-Gryffindorish red with the thick stenches of cologne, perfume, and incense hanging in the air.

Funny how even at his most desperate, he thought of turning on heel and heading to the other shops.

Before he could, the brothel owner made a grand appearance, the same gaudy red adorning thinning male lips. “Can I help you?” the graying, middle-aged male in a savvy black suit asked Severus, his lips thinned even more in distaste as his eyes took in Severus’s state.

Severus swallowed his fear as best he could. “My name is Severus Snape and I was hoping you had a job for me?”

The owner’s facial expression changed to one of amusement. “And what job would that be? With a face like yours, you would cost more for room and board than what you earned.”

Severus did not blanch at the insult. “Yes, I am aware of my unattractive appearance. However, I have potion skills that may be useful to you.”

“Potion skills? And why would that be useful to me, assuming you are any good at them?” the man inquired.

“My potions would keep your… employees clean of disease and pregnancy far better than the generic brands that Knockturn Alley provides.”

The owner liked his top lip, making the lipstick glisten slightly as he thought about the offer before he said, “I suppose I can hire you and see if you make any difference over the course of two weeks.”

Severus was immediately flooded with joy and relief. He would be paid to do what he loved and he’d still be able to maintain his vir…

“However, when you work here you are also on the market. If any of the customers… for whatever strange reason… were to want you, you are to immediately submit to their wishes without hesitation understand?”

Severus’s joy deflated slightly but he had confidence that no one would possibly want him. “Yes.”

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One year later…

Severus watched the two young whores closely as they drank their contraceptive potions. The beautiful red-haired boy swallowed the entire vial without even a twinge of distaste at the flavor before handing the empty glass container back to him and leaving without a word, a true professional. The tanned-skin and blonde girl however drank it sip by sip, distaste flashing in her blue eyes.

“This stuff is awful…” the whore complained as the glass resumed its place at her lips.

“Yes, but it will prevent you from conceiving the unwanted child of a nameless customer, so you need to drink every last drop.”

The girl sighed. “I suppose there is that.”

“Madam” Al entered the room just as the girl took her last sip of the potion, a smirk similar to a glutton when it spots cake on the stained lips. “Severus, we have an important customer coming today. Has everyone taken their potions?”

“Yes Madam Al,” Severus replied. All had… except for him but he wasn’t worried about that. Besides, his cauldrons conveniently supplied the right amount for all the prostitutes except him in two batches.

Why waste ingredients when it was clear he wasn’t going to be chosen anyway? Besides, the chances of a male getting pregnant the first time were about 1 in 30, or less than 4%.

“Good, good,” the ‘madam’ replied before unexpectedly crossing the room, heeled boots tapping on the stone floor, and gripping Severus’s face in his hands. “It looks like your skin is clearing up dear. It’s getting healthier. Keep eating properly, Sweetie.”

Severus suppressed the shudder he got at the pet name. ‘Madam’ Al seemed to have developed a ‘mothering’ nature in the last few months from what he suspected was the pimp’s biological clock ticking. “Yes, Madam.”

The pimp released his face and looked him over. “Wear the tight dark red muggle outfit tonight Severus. I doubt our client will want you but he may bring a large party with him and their tastes may run in your direction.”

Severus doubted that. “Yes, Madam,” he reluctantly agreed. He’d long ago put the color association behind him but he’d never really liked the color red to begin with.

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Severus took his place at the end of the long line with the oldest whores, silhouetting himself in shadow as the dark cloaked figures made their way down the line, the leader occasionally pulling a whore out of the line and flinging them at one of his party, all the while listening to Madam Al and paying the pimp for each whore he chose.

Severus felt a twinge of pity for the newest rent boy as the cloaked figure he was flung at decided to start fondling him as soon as he was pulled out of line. The boy’s big brown eyes were glazed with unshed tears.

Finally, all the party but the leader had a whore to entertain them for the night.

“Is there anything wrong?” Madam Al asked the client. “Do you not see anyone of interest to you.”

“My interessst doesss not run to young girlsss or pretty boysss. Too fragile facccesss and I like to be rough,” the client hissed in a husky tone that had Severus uncharacteristically blushing. The client sounded middle-aged but was clearly young enough to have no bone problems as he glided further down the line. “Nor doesss it run to old men,” the client stated as he barely glanced at the old whores.

“Ah… then perhaps you will like someone like Severus,” the pimp replied with some amusement. “Severus, show yourself.”

Severus hesitated, unable to get his body to move forward as he stood in his place in shock. Him? It couldn’t be…

“Severus!” the pimp called again, clearly irritated, painted lips drawn into a scowl.

Severus moved forward with apprehension into the light, his head down, knowing it was unwise to meet the client’s eyes. He heard the whispers and snickers of the other whores and the comments of the cloaked figures.

A hand came out and seized Severus’s chin roughly, turning his head so that he was then face to face with the handsome client and meeting his red-eyed gaze.

“He’s a Half-Blood, My Lord,” the ‘madam’ informed the client. The dark figures began to laugh and point with jibes along the lines of ‘see… look what muggle blood produces with pure.’

“He’ll do. How much?”

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[LEMON]

Severus awkwardly shuffled on his feet, digging bare toes into the rich green carpet and gently tracing the nearby circle pattern anxiously as he kept an eye on the client who watched him with a dark-green gaze as he sat in the plush arm chair between the bed and the unlit fireplace. An eerie smile wove its way onto the client’s face the longer Severus stood before him.

“You are either a good actor or you are a virgin. Either way, I like the defiant virgin act,” he said, finally breaking the tension in the air. “What isss your name again?”

“Severus,” he answered, his voice tight.

“Are you prepared Ssseverusss?” the client asked, the pronunciation of his name strange and almost frightening.

Prepared. He knew from the whores the client was referring to stretching and lubrication. “No. But I can use my wand to prepare myself with a few short spells if you wish.” Manual stretching and lubrication was better, but it took longer than most clients had the patience for.

The client’s smile widened as large, fine-boned hands opened one button of the black robe to reveal the organ that was tenting it. Severus’s eyes bulged. He’d treated male whores whose sizes and thickness varied from the below-average 4 inches to the ten-inch monster but he’d never seen a manhood that was slightly longer than a third of a yard (1 ft.). “That will not be necccesssary, my handsssome whore.”

Fine boned fingers over an ebony wand summoned a small jar of lubricant and spread a thick layer over the curved monster. “Undresss Ssseverusss.”

Severus did as instructed, freeing his pale and ugly body from the confines of the red material. His own seven-inch member stood a quarter erect in anticipation. He stood afterwards and awaited further instructions.

“Come over here and lower yourssself onto me while facccing me.”

Severus froze for the space of several seconds before complying but he was wincing internally at the tearing he was going to experience because he hadn’t thought to prepare himself. However, if he wanted to keep his job, keep the roof over his head, and keep eating, he needed to comply.

Gently, Severus climbed onto the chair, mindful to arrange his limbs so that the client would not experience comfort as he crouched and took the tip of the thick organ inside himself. A reluctant tear fell from his eyes at the pain only the tip was causing him.

“You’re a virgin,” the client laughed. His hands locked onto Severus’s hips. “Not anymore.” A forceful tug forced half the organ inside of him causing him to scream in pain. When Severus’s sob slowed to soft pants, the client took his hands off of Severus’s hips and ordered, “Move up and down.”

Thankfully, the organ itself was lubricated but Severus still bit his lip until it bled as he used every muscle in his thighs and calves to do as the client instructed. What exactly about all this was pleasurable for the receiving partner?

“Take more of me inssside of you,” the client ordered after a few minutes with only the barest of hint of strain.

Seven inches became nine inches and something inside of him was bumped causing a thrill of pleasure to run up inside of him as he arched his back and his manhood regained its erection.

A deep chuckle erupted from the client at his reaction. “That’sss your prossstate. Move your hipsss in a circle and hit it again.” The client’s large hand came up to remove the trickle of blood from under his lip.

Severus did as instructed with confusion as pleasure coursed through him. Up until now, the client had only been mindful of his own pleasure… not Severus’s. So how was it that he decided to allow Severus pleasure?

For several minutes, Severus kept rotating his hips to seek out the spot and would reluctantly find himself moaning as it was struck. In the space of those few minutes, Severus could almost allow himself to pretend that someone who loved him was penetrating him until he felt ready to burst.

Just before he came, the husky voice said, “Now, take all of me in.”

Pretend time was over. Severus did as instructed without allowing a whimper to come forth and took the entire length into himself slowly until he met the very bottom and he felt almost as if he was going to burst. In a movement that left him breathless, the client suddenly sprung from the chair and knocked him to the floor, a large hand the only thing that protected him from injuring his skull. The client began violently moving in a way that Severus could only describe as ‘rutting’ inside of him.

The friction of the cloak jostling Severus’s erect manhood was more than he could stand. “May… uh… oh… may I c… cum?” he asked, proud that he managed not to beg.

“Yesss,” the voice in his ear hissed.

Severus needed no further encouragement and came violently, his seed staining his own pale flesh and the dark fabric of the client’s robe. He was dimly aware of the sudden liquid fire coating his stomach inside of him as the client’s movements slowed until there was none.

When the client had regained his composure, he smiled that eerie smile and whispered in Severus’s ear, “Ssshould I buy you, my sssweet whore? Would you like that?”

Without thinking, Severus responded, “No.”

TBC


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