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      Severus_Snape/Harry_Potter
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      Forced_Bonding, D/s, teacher/student_relationship, underage_in_same_areas
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      Published: 2013-05-10 Words: 8697
****** Magister Dominatus ******
by Eriador117
Summary
     Written for the Potter/Snape daft day smut swap for Munana. Beta'd by
     Rakina.
     Prompt/Request: Dubious consent, BDSM, First Time, Bottom!Harry, No
     holding back, I want NC-17, Possessive!Snape, Happy Ending a must!
     Mating ritual or Bonding Potion/Spell. Basically something bonds them
     to each other against their will.
     Summary: Harry finds a strange book sitting on Snape's desk - he
     should have realised by now not to mess with things he doesn't
     understand...
Notes
     I tried my best, but the happy ending just wasn't happening with this
     fic. It's more of a bittersweet ending I would say.
Magister Dominatus
Snape. That was the only word on the cover of the dusty book sitting on the
teacher's desk. Harry wondered what those thick pages contained and his hands
almost itched to undo the clasp and lock binding the book closed. Still wary
after the incident with looking into Snape's memories in the Pensieve, he left
the book alone and continued scrubbing down the desks and cauldrons as he was
supposed to be doing. Another Friday night, another detention.
Snape had left him to his own devices once he'd given Harry his orders, going
into his private office to do whatever it was he did in there. The door between
the office and the classroom was closed and Harry's mind wandered to that
intriguing book again and again. What was in it? Was it a diary or a journal?
Did Snape write down his private thoughts in there? Maybe it was Potions
recipes, but the book was so dusty that it couldn't have been used very
frequently.
Maybe it was Snape's school records. All the things he'd done as a student. His
grades, his detentions. Harry guessed that Snape gave out so many detentions
because he had so many himself at school and was getting even. It seemed like
the sort of thing he would do, getting even like that.
Maybe Snape was a writer and the book contained his novel or poetry. Or maybe
he wrote erotica and the book was locked so that no unsuspecting student could
read it and be scarred for life. At seventeen, with no more experience than his
own hand, Harry very much wanted to be scarred by anything remotely smacking of
erotica and he edged closer to the teacher's desk again on his way to the sink
to rinse out the last cauldron.
He glanced at the door to the office, it was still shut fast and he had an hour
before his detention was due to finish. What did Snape do in there? Harry
wasn’t surprised that the professor hadn't supervised every second of his
detention. Snape normally gave Harry instructions then went into his office,
only returning when Harry's detention was over to check his work and send him
on his way.
Harry had been doing this same detention so often that he was rather skilled at
cleaning cauldrons and desks these days and as a result, he normally finished
his tasks long before his detention was over. He finished rinsing out the last
cauldron and hung it back on its hook by the ceiling. What he tended to do once
he'd finished his tasks, was to wank while sitting in Snape's chair. There was
just something so exciting and forbidden about doing it in the classroom that
he was usually half-hard by the time his detention work was finished.
Probably what he should have done was knock on the office door and tell Snape
he'd finished and be ready for the man to give him something else to do. Things
would have worked out a lot differently if he'd done that.
Harry sat down on the teacher's chair and surveyed the rows of desks in front
of him. It was a different perspective from up here; Snape's desk was on a dais
and Harry was looking down on the students. Was that a deliberate arrangement?
There was nothing else on the desk except for that book. Harry trailed his
fingers in the dust along the cover and traced Snape's name in the gold foil
embossing. Would Alohomora even open the lock? Snape probably knew more hexes
and jinxes to keep prying eyes out. But if he didn't want anyone to pry, what
was the book doing on his desk in full view? Harry tried to reason with
himself, but it was pointless really. He'd known as soon as he saw the book
that he was going to attempt to open it.
He heard a groan coming from the office and all the blood rushed straight to
his prick. Was Snape wanking in there? That's certainly what it sounded like.
Breathless moans coming faster and faster. Harry's mind supplied him with an
image of the Potions Master loose limbed and sprawled naked in a chair on the
other side of a door. No, not naked, he couldn't quite imagine the man
unbending enough for that. Harry closed his eyes to better realise the fantasy,
helped along by the wonderful sound effects.
Snape sitting on a chair, still fully clothed, touching himself through all
those layers. Yes, Harry could imagine that quite well. His own trousers were
getting rather tight and he pressed a hand to his groin, rubbing in slow
circles, teasing himself. Did Snape get horny during lessons? Is that why he
wore so many layers, so no one would notice his erection? Harry's hand was
moving frantically across his jean-clad erection now, his imagination running
away with him as he imagined the look of bliss on his teacher's face as he
pleasured himself.
Harry remembered all the teasing from his friends and classmates when for the
past few years he hadn't been too interested in chasing the opposite sex. His
libido hadn't really kicked in until he'd defeated Voldemort; Harry guessed
there had just been too much on his mind before that but now it was a different
story.
Harry thought maybe he was a bit oversexed; he masturbated three or four times
every day and his mind was never far from sex. He wondered about Ron and
Hermione and if they'd done it yet and what exactly it might entail. Too
embarrassed to ask Ron and too worried about offending Hermione he kept his
questions to himself. His relatives had never told him anything and when he'd
had his first wet dream, he’d thought there was something really wrong with him
but an embarrassing check-up with Madam Pomfrey soon put him clear and he left
with a fistful of pamphlets and a bemused grin.
They made him more confused than anything, for nowhere in them did it mention
the sort of dreams Harry was having. A lot of them made great issues about how
to please a woman and what to look for in a girlfriend. The trouble was Harry
had no desire to seek out any woman's company; he'd kissed two girls in his
life, Cho in fifth year and at the last Yule Ball, he'd kissed Luna goodnight
after their date.
He had no desire to repeat the experiences. It was hard chests he dreamed of,
not softness. He wanted hard jaws with a hint of stubble, sweat and musk, not
flowery scents. There was nothing in the books Madam Pomfrey gave him about two
men being together and nothing about two women come to that. Since accidentally
discovering Luna and Ginny in the Astronomy Tower trying to suck each other's
faces off; he guessed that something happened between women just as he hoped
something happened between men too.
It was a man he wanted, but none of his classmates made him feel all fluttery
and nervous, not like Snape did. Harry wanted one man – the man on the other
side of that door; but how did you go about it? Should he ask him on a date?
Somehow Harry couldn't imagine the man taking him to Hogsmeade. Or should he
just face up to him and kiss him breathless to let him know he was interested
in him?
Harry moved his hand from the book and unbuttoned his jeans, letting his prick
spring free. He sighed in relief and trailed his hand along the tip, so damp
already. His eyes were drawn again to the book. He gave his prick a teasing
squeeze and investigated the lock, half-expecting some sort of alarm to sound
as he cast Alohomora on it.
No sirens wailed and the lock fell open, revealing a blank page. Harry turned
them all and they were all the same, nothing but blank page after blank page.
Uncomfortably reminded of Riddle's diary, he set the book down again and took
out a quill from his pocket. There was a little bit of ink left on the nib,
just enough to test the book.
Harry Potter he scrawled on the first page and it didn't disappear, but
something else happened. The book slammed shut by itself and a disembodied
voice floated through the dungeons.
Harry Potter. Bonding accepted and in the next instant Professor Snape came
storming out of the office, his face like thunder.
"Potter! You imbecile! You should know better than to write anything in a book
you know nothing about! And for Merlin's sake, make yourself decent!"
Harry flushed when he realised his jeans were still unbuttoned. He hastily put
himself away and looked at the floor, feeling his eyes sting as he struggled to
hold back tears. The man hated him… just because Harry had a silly schoolboy
crush on him didn't mean the man returned it.
"We have to see the headmaster, see if he can reverse it."
"Reverse what, sir?" asked Harry, still unable to look at him.
***
Severus Snape took one look at the cowed student before him and realised that
it had started already. The Harry Potter he knew would have been ranting and
raving about the unfairness of it all, not sitting there meekly like a lamb to
be led to the slaughter. But he was a lamb, Severus' lamb now to do with what
he pleased and Severus couldn't stop the shudder of possessive desire that ran
through him at the thought that Potter was now his. He shook his head as though
to clear it. No, he couldn't do this. It was the magic from the book. Potter
was his student. Nothing more.
There was a knock on the door and Severus knew without answering it that it
would be the headmaster. The castle was alert to the magic practiced within its
walls and the magic in that book hadn't been invoked for centuries.
"Stay there, Potter," ordered Severus as he opened the door to Albus
Dumbledore.
"Ah, Severus. It seems the wards think that some unusual magic has taken place
in your rooms this evening."
"Yes, Albus. Potter has somehow managed to find my ancestor's Magister
Dominatus and signed his name in the book."
"Oh dear. Oh dear… and what happened? Harry?"
"Um, I signed my name and a voice said Bonding accepted."
"Oh," said Albus. "Then at least one of you must have been willing for this
bonding to take place. The magic would not have worked otherwise."
"I assure you that it was none of mine, Albus! He's seventeen! He's my
student!"
"Sir? Professor, what does it mean about bonding?"
"You have no idea what you've just done, have you, Potter? That's you all over,
isn't it? Dive in feet first with no thought! The Magister Dominatus was a book
used by a lot of older Wizarding families in olden times to bind slaves to
them. Personal slaves."
The boy's head jerked up, green eyes sparkling with defiance. "Slave? I'm not
your slave!"
Severus' groin tightened at the sight; this is why it would be so good. There
would always be that small spark of defiance within the boy, despite writing
his name in the book.
"Yes you are, Potter. You've signed your name in the Snape Magister Dominatus.
You now belong to me, to do with what I see fit."
"That can't be right! I didn't know what the book was!"
"I'm afraid Professor Snape is right, Harry. The magic has been invoked, you
now belong to him."
"Belong to him?" Potter's voice was beginning to crack. "What does that mean?"
"It means that you and Severus are now magically bonded, a marriage if you
will, but because the book was used to bind slaves and masters together, one of
you will be dominant and one of you will be submissive to the other. Since the
Magister belonged to the Snape family, it is Professor Snape who will be
dominant over you."
"Albus, you cannot be serious! He's a child!"
"I'm not!" retorted Potter vehemently. "I'm seventeen, I'm of age!"
Severus snorted.
"Now, Severus. There is nothing else to be done. You know as well as I that
bonding magics are unbreakable. You will have to teach Harry how to be your
subicio, that's all there is to it."
Severus stared at him then at the boy he was now magically bonded to. The magic
only worked if at least one of the partners was willing for the bond, usually
it was the Master who wanted to bond to a slave, the slave's feelings were
never taken into account. Since Severus knew he had never even thought of
bonding to the brat, that meant Potter must have been willing for the magic to
invoke the bond. Potter was thinking of him like that? Severus remembered how
he'd caught him earlier, with his cock hanging out of his trousers. Had he been
wanking instead of doing his detention?
"I'll send a house elf along with your things, Harry. You'll be living with
Professor Snape now. I'll let the rest of the school know tomorrow, but I
suggest both of you take the rest of the weekend to sort things out between
you."
Sort things out? Dear Merlin, sort out what? How to teach Potter to be a
subicio? Severus' subicio? Until this evening Severus had never thought of
Potter as a rather annoying brat and now the magic was playing havoc with him.
He wanted Potter as his subicio. Wanted to teach the boy everything.
"You are condoning this, Headmaster?"
"The magic on a Magister Dominatus is older than Hogwarts, my boy. It wouldn't
take into account that you were teacher and student, only that you wished to be
bonded. Since it is a form of marriage, there is nothing wrong with you both
being together. As I said, I will explain to everyone that you are now both
bonded, but for now I think you both have a lot to discuss. Goodnight, Severus,
Harry."
"Goodnight, Headmaster," said Potter but Severus couldn't find breath enough to
say the words. Once the headmaster was gone, he paced up and down the
classroom, trying to fight the urge that wanted him to take the boy there and
then and damn the consequences. Only he knew there would be consequences no
matter how much the headmaster tried to explain to everyone else.
Severus knelt down so that he was kneeling in front of the boy. The magic was
strong, but Severus had never been a rapist and he wasn't about to start now.
"Potter, the magic in this book is real. It has bonded both of us together as
Master and slave, Dominant and submissive if you will. If you truly do not wish
to take it further, leave now. This is your one chance. If you stay, you will
have to obey me in every way. I will punish you for infractions, but I can give
pleasure too."
"I - I don't want to go," the boy admitted and Severus wondered if that was
what he truly wished or if it was the spell. It wouldn't matter soon anyway.
"Very well, you have had your chance. Now, what shall your first punishment
be?" Severus asked softly.
"P- punishment?" Potter squawked.
"You tried to argue with me, Potter and we can't have that, can we? The sooner
you learn you belong to me, the better. Eventually you will come round. You
will crave my touch, my words, my affection. It's how the spell works. You will
want to be on your knees. You will want to please me."
Much to Severus' surprise, the boy sank to his knees on the floor and hung his
head. "Yes, Master."
Severus hadn't expected the magic to kick in that quickly, but he wasn't one to
question his good fortune. He had never desired taking a pet before and he had
no idea how his ancestor's book came to be sitting on his desk where Harry
Potter could find it, but he was doing more than contemplating it now. Severus
knew part of it was the magic inherent in the book's bonding spells, it decided
which Master and which pet were suited to each other and only then would the
bonding have been accepted. Who would have thought that he and Potter were
suited to this? And that Potter would be the submissive?
"Much as I enjoy you on your knees in front of me, you still need to be
punished for arguing. Stand up and remove your trousers and underwear, then
bend over my desk."
Green eyes glassy with unshed tears glanced up at him and then looked as
quickly away again. Though the threat of tears were there, they didn't fall and
Severus wondered what upset the boy more. That he was about to be half naked in
his Master's presence or that he was being punished for disappointing him?
Severus watched intently as the boy stripped out of his clothes. First the
jeans were pushed down those muscular thighs (Quidditch was good for some
things it seemed) and then a pair of plain blue boxer shorts soon followed.
Once the items were removed, Potter just stood there with his back to Severus
and made no move to lean over the desk like he had been told to. That would
earn him another punishment.
"Bend over the desk, face down like I told you. You will obey me or you merit
more punishment. You may speak when I speak to you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," the boy gasped and leaned over the desk, in the act of doing so his
shirt tail rode up and Severus was treated to the view of his delicious bare
arse. Harry Potter stretched out on his desk, a hand gripping the far edge,
straining on tip toes to hold his position was the most erotic sight Severus
Snape had ever seen and his cock throbbed in his trousers.
He conjured a paddle to him and patted it against his hand. "I am going to
paddle you. Ten strokes in all. You will call out the number after each stroke
and after you have received all ten, you will thank me for punishing you. Are
we clear?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you sir."
Severus brought the paddle down hard and saw the cheeks beneath the wood ripen
pale pink as Potter gasped and gripped the far edge of the desk. "O- one! One!"
Again and again he brought the paddle down on those reddening cheeks, loving
Harry's whimpers and moans as he called out each number. The fifth stroke,
Severus put all his weight behind it and the boy on the desk yelped.
"Five!"
Six and seven he aimed at the boy's arse in quick succession, watching Harry
writhing on the desk and when he moaned out on the eighth stroke, Severus knew
what he'd started to suspect from number four.
"You slut!" he landed the paddle hard on the brat's arse for the ninth time.
"This is making you hard, isn't it?"
"N- n -nine!" he groaned, but didn't answer the question.
"This is a punishment, Potter! Don't you dare come over that desk!"
"No, sir! I'm sorry, sir!"
Severus swung his arm and let the paddle fall for the final time. "Ten! Ten!"
shrieked Potter and although he moved a little on the desk, Severus knew he
hadn't come yet. "Thank you, Master. Thank you!" he sobbed.
"Stand and face me," ordered Severus. The boy turned and it seemed he could no
longer hold back on the tears.
"Sir! I'm - sorry! I didn't mean to get hard!"
Severus stared at the boy's cock which jutted out just below the edge of his
shirt, already dampening it with precome. He stalked over to the boy and
caressed the leaking tip. The boy shuddered, groaned and spilled himself over
Severus' fingers.
"What is the matter with you, Potter? Anyone would think no one had ever
touched you before!"
Oh Merlin, there it was, an embarrassed blush painting the boy's face crimson
and Severus fought hard not to come in his own trousers. Potter was untouched –
a virgin.
"You're a virgin," said Severus. It wasn't a question, but Potter answered
anyway.
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry." His voice was still a little shaky after his tears.
"My dear pet, that is one thing you will never have to apologise for. Take off
the rest of your clothes and follow me."
***
Harry's hands shook as he unbuttoned his shirt and his legs felt like they were
about to give way at any moment. His arse burned where he'd been paddled and he
winced as the tail of his shirt brushed over his sensitive skin. Oh God, he'd
come over his Master's hand with barely a touch.
"I'm waiting!" came a disembodied voice from what Harry assumed to be the
bedroom. Harry quickly removed the rest of his clothes and followed the voice,
wondering if he would get another punishment for being so slow at obeying.
As he edged into the room, he saw Snape sitting cross-legged in the middle of
the bed, his teaching robes removed, but he was still dressed in a white shirt
and black trousers. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows and Harry's eye
were drawn to the paler patch of skin on the man's left arm where the Dark Mark
used to be.
"Come over to the bed," ordered Snape. Harry moved away from the doorway, only
for Snape to raise a hand to halt him. "Not like that. Surely you know better?"
Harry shook his head, feeling nervous tears threaten again. All he'd ever
imagined was perhaps kissing the man, touching him or being touched. He had no
idea how a subicio was supposed to behave and hadn't Dumbledore said that Snape
was supposed to teach him? Harry didn't want to do it wrong, he wanted to
please Snape, but he didn't know how.
"On your hands and knees," said Snape in a softer tone.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you," said Harry, so grateful that his Master gave him a
direct instruction and that he hadn't seemed to merit a punishment for not
knowing what he should have done. Harry sank to the floor on all floors and
crawled towards the bed, stopping when he reached the bottom of the bed, but he
did not get to his feet again. He heard the mattress shift as Snape moved and
then he felt fingers carding through his hair. "Good boy," said Snape as Harry
arched his neck into the caress, loving every minute of it.
"Look at me," said Snape, reaching under Harry's chin to tilt his face up. "I
know you're a virgin, but what else have you done? You may speak freely."
Harry was lost in that dark gaze and felt himself flush under the scrutiny.
"Um, just kissing, sir and you know..."
"No, I don't know. You need to explain yourself better. There are to be no
secrets between us."
"T- touching myself," said Harry at last, feeling as if his whole body was
blushing by now.
"You've not experimented with your classmates at all? No fumblings in the
showers or the Quidditch changing rooms?"
Harry shook his head. "I - I'm glad I've saved myself for you, sir," Harry
admitted.
Harry flushed with desire at how good it felt to be kneeling at his Master's
feet. He belonged to Snape now and although part of Harry thought he ought to
be horrified at how quickly he’d accepted the situation, another part of him
thought that it had been the best thing that had ever happened to him. For so
long Harry's only wish was to belong somewhere, with someone and now he had his
wish.
"So am I, so am I, Harry," said Snape leaning down to kiss him. Harry held his
breath. He knew, even before Snape's lips came down hard on his own that this
kiss would be nothing like those he had shared with Cho or Luna and he was
right. The kiss was not sweet, not tender in the least. It was a claiming, a
devouring. Someone moaned; Harry wasn't sure who but it didn't matter as soon
both of them were moaning and groaning into each other's mouth and grabbing
hold of each other like two men drowning.
Harry was hard again already, the twitching of his groin making the marks on
his arse tingle and he wasn't sure whether it was with pleasure or pain now.
Snape's tongue traced along Harry's bottom lip and as he opened his mouth a
little bit further, the tongue ventured inside and Harry was convinced he might
come again just from that - the feel of Snape's tongue inside him, so hot and
wet and he moaned anew.
Harry could feel his cock rubbing up against the base of the bed and he shifted
trying to get more pressure on it, but his Master saw and pulled away from the
wonderful kisses. Snape swatted Harry's already sore arse and he cried out in
pain.
"Are you really unable to control that wayward cock of yours?" demanded his
Master. Harry hung his head and stared at the floor. "Look at me when I'm
speaking to you!"
Harry looked up; feeling frightened and close to tears as he tried to fight the
spells, tried to fight his Master but he knew it was no use. They were bound
now, for all intents and purposes Severus Snape was his husband and his Master
and there was nothing Harry could do about it. His body started shaking again
but with fear this time, not desire. Snape had been a Death Eater, he probably
knew a hundred ways to torture someone and there was nothing to stop him
torturing Harry if that was his desire.
***
Severus saw the tears filling those wide green eyes and he almost cursed
himself for how quickly he'd fallen under the spell of the Dominatus Magister.
It had been designed to give Masters total control over their slaves, but he
didn't want a slave and never had. Severus reached out and caressed Harry's
cheek.
"Harry, I'm sorry. Forgive me; the magic is making us do things we might not
want. Come, sit on my lap, we need to have a talk."
Harry started sobbing again. "Have I displeased you, Master?"
"No, no, nothing like that. Just sit on my lap, pet."
He watched as Harry stood up, all gangling limbs as if he hadn't quite grown
into them yet. Harry would never be tall, but he had gained a few inches this
past year and his face had hardened; now he was all planes and angles rather
than the softness of childhood. Harry sat down on his lap and sat as stiffly as
if he was on a horse and was afraid of falling off. The boy's teeth were
chattering and his skin was like ice. Severus saw him wince as his sore bottom
settled on Severus' thighs. He'd have to heal that before he took the boy. He
wanted Harry's first time to be pleasurable; they had plenty of time to play
afterwards.
Severus pulled the coverlet off the bed and wrapped Harry in it, making sure
that he was warm. Harry snuggled deep into the blue velvet so that all Severus
could see was the wild hair on the top of his husband's head.
"Harry, the Magister Dominatus is old magic, set at a time when it was seen as
acceptable and even desirable to keep slaves. We have moved on since then. I do
not want you to be my slave, but because of the bonding, that's what the magic
thinks we are, Master and slave. It's why you feel the need to obey me, no
matter what I say. I don't want you to obey everything. If there is really
something you are not comfortable with, I want you to tell me. You need a
safeword."
"A safeword?" echoed Harry. "What's that, sir?"
"A safeword is a word you would use to get you out of any situation you find
uncomfortable. Once you use your word, I will stop whatever we are doing and we
can discuss why you felt the need to use it. But as soon as you say the word, I
will stop. I promise."
"W- will the spell let you do that? I thought I had to do everything you said."
"We are both strong wizards, Harry. We cannot fight everything the spell does,
but we can make the relationship the way we want it. So, what's your word to
be?"
"I don't know."
"Come on, surely you can think of something?"
"Sugar Quills?"
"That will do admirably," said Severus, leaning down to place a kiss on Harry's
head. "And now I think it's time you had some sleep."
Harry's head shot out of its velvet cocoon. "But, sir - I - never - you never
got to..."
"Harry, you're tired and upset, a lot has happened today. I will never make you
go without sleep just because I didn't happen to get off. We will have plenty
of time to explore the bond and each other further once you've had some sleep."
Severus stood up with Harry still in his arms and placed him in the middle of
the bed. "The house elves haven't brought your things yet; you can borrow one
of my nightshirts for now."
Harry wrapped the coverlet around his naked body again. "Thank you, sir. I
don't mean to be a bother."
Severus wandered over to his dresser and plucked out a black nightshirt with
white buttons. "You aren't a bother," he whispered and wondered if Harry had
even heard.
***
Harry woke up and panicked at first when he realised he was in a strange bed.
What had happened yesterday came back to him in a flood. He was bonded to
Snape. He was Snape's slave – Snape's subicio. Harry looked around at the room
that he hadn't been able to pay much attention to last night.
The walls were panelled in a pale wood with wrought iron sconces holding white
candles, unlit now as morning sunlight edged into the room from a charmed
window. There was a beech wardrobe along with a dressing table and stool to
match it. Somehow Harry couldn't imagine Snape using a dressing table and even
as he thought it, he saw the top of it was strewn with books, papers, quills
and inkwells, but not a beauty product in sight.
The bed was a large four-poster with roses carved around the posts and on the
headboard. Blue velvet curtains were tied around it with white silk tassels but
despite its size, the other side of the bed was empty. Harry's heart beat
against his chest in a nervous rhythm. Had he ousted Snape, his Master, from
his bed?
Just as he was contemplating that and what punishment it might have merited;
the bedroom door opened and Snape came striding in, waving his wand at another
door which swung open. "The bathroom is through there, Harry. Make yourself
presentable and then we will have breakfast."
"Thank you," Harry said to his Master's retreating back before making his way
to the bathroom. Snape had a large tub along with a separate shower cubicle,
toilet and washbasin, all of them in white porcelain. Shelves around the room
held towels, soaps and shampoos for greasy hair. Harry plucked two white towels
and toiletries from a shelf and slung them over the shower door. He showered
quickly, guessing that his Master expected him to make breakfast, like Harry
had done for years at the Dursleys'.
Once showered, he used the toilet and got dressed in a pair of jeans and a long
sleeved blue shirt. He wasn't quite sure how 'presentable' it was, but it was
the weekend, so surely Snape didn't expect him to wear his uniform?
When Harry went back out to the living room, he saw a small table that he
hadn't seen last night and Snape was already sitting down at it. The table
itself was already set for two and food and drink was already there.
"Have a seat, Harry," said Snape, waving at the empty chair. Harry slid into
it, nervously twisting his hands as Snape poured both of them a glass of
pumpkin juice. "I thought we'd go over some ground rules today, what I expect
of you and what you can expect of me."
"Yes, sir," said Harry.
"Normally, you will not sit at the table with me, you will sit on my lap and I
will feed you from my plate. If you are being punished for something -"
"Yes, sir. I know," Harry interrupted and felt his heart fall to somewhere near
his feet. He was used to food being withheld from him as a punishment but he
had hoped that things with Snape would be different than with his relatives.
Snape arched an eyebrow at him. "You know what, Harry?"
"That if I'm being punished, I won't get fed at all," said Harry miserably.
"Harry, no. I will never withhold food from you. Ever. Sometimes you may be
punished by sitting on the floor by my chair rather than sitting on my lap, but
you will be fed. I expect you to eat well in point of fact; I won't have you
starving yourself. In the Great Hall, you will kneel beside me to be fed, but
that isn't a punishment, it's just the way things have to be there. There would
be riots if I fed you on my lap."
Harry blushed, wondering what his friends and the rest of the school would
think once they saw him kneeling in front of Snape.
"The house elves do most chores around here, but I expect you to keep our
bedroom and bathroom tidy at all times. I don't want to find wet towels and
dirty clothes strewn about the place. You will go to lessons on time and do
your homework to the standards I will set down. If you lose points or get
detention for any reason, you will have extra punishment from me as well, that
punishment something I will decide at the time. It may be spanking, paddling or
removal of privileges. You will obey me without question or you will merit
punishment. The only exception to this is during bedroom play if you feel the
need to use your safeword. Your safeword will not get you off doing detention
or out of a punishment earned for getting a detention or losing points in the
first place. Do you have any questions?"
"No, Master."
"In return for your obedience, I will ensure that you are fed and well kept and
that you will want for nothing. If you require something you only need to ask,
I will not deny any reasonable requests. I will also teach you all you need to
know about sexual pleasure and the pleasures of pain and submission as well.
The things I might do to you are not to hurt you, but to push your limits and
let you find for yourself what you can manage. You may surprise yourself. In
short, I will look after your every need just as you will look after mine."
Harry shifted in his chair and winced as he felt the sting from the paddling
once again.
"We will see to that after breakfast," said Snape and Harry wasn't sure whether
that was supposed to be a threat or a promise.
***
Half an hour later found Harry lying face down on the large bed, naked except
for his underwear which Snape had pulled down to his thighs, so he may as well
have been completely nude. Snape's hands rubbed a scented salve into the skin
of his buttocks and thighs, wherever Harry had been hit with the paddle.
"I should have done this last night," said Snape. "Although I may punish you
for disobedience, there is no need for you to be in pain all night. You have my
permission to remind me if I haven't healed you before we go to bed."
"Thank you, sir," said Harry, very surprised. Whenever he'd been hurt by the
Dursleys, there was no concept of healing him afterwards; they'd never taken
him to a doctor or tended him when he was sick. Snape's hands continued rubbing
the cooling gel onto his skin and soon Harry was free from pain, but the
touches didn't stop.
Harry felt almost breathless as his Master continued to caress him; there was
no doubt in his mind now that these touches were a caress. He felt his cock
hardening against the mattress and Harry hid his flushing face in the pillow.
It was so embarrassing being naked and having your body touched and looked at.
Harry had half-expected Snape to laugh at him. To laugh at Harry's awkward,
gangling limbs; his hairless chest and the size of his prick. Compared to the
other boys in the showers, Harry knew he was lacking in that department and he
felt very self-conscious about his body.
Due to the abuse and neglect courtesy of the Dursleys, Harry knew he would
never be as tall as he might have been and unless he had a sudden growth spurt,
he would never be as big down there either. Snape hadn't laughed at him, not
even when Harry had lost it the night before and had come with barely a touch.
Snape's hands kept stroking him and Harry felt himself slide into a blissful
half-sleep until Snape's fingers got closer and closer to his crease. He felt a
weird, twitching sensation back there and when Snape slid one salve-covered
finger down between his cheeks he almost yelped in surprise. He hadn't been at
all been prepared for that.
The finger pressed deeper and deeper until it was inside him. Harry squirmed,
not sure what to make of the sensation. "Sir!" he gasped. "Wh - what are you
doing?"
The finger inside him stilled but it wasn't removed. "Does it hurt?"
"No, Master. It just feels strange," admitted Harry.
"It would feel even stranger if I just shoved my cock up there without any
preparation."
Stick his - up there? He was joking, wasn't he? Harry panted for breath; his
fingers scrabbling at the pillows as he tried to crawl away, but he couldn't
dislodge that finger. "No!! Sugar Quills! Sugar Quills!" yelled Harry and at
last, the finger moved away.
Harry heard Snape cast a cleaning charm and then he was grabbed by the waist
and turned over so that he was facing his Master, his erection bobbing between
them. Snape's eyes were glittering like two black gemstones and he looked
angry. Was he angry that Harry had used his word?
"Would you care to explain that?" demanded Snape. "We're not going to get very
far if you balk at one finger. What's the matter?"
"I - I was just surprised, sir. Do... um... do people really do that?"
***
Severus stared down at his pet in surprise. Did Harry mean that he didn't
actually know what two men could do together? Then again, who would have told
him? It wasn't illegal to be gay in the Wizarding world, but it was not
considered entirely proper either. There was no sexual education curriculum at
Hogwarts and from what Severus knew of Harry's friends, they had all paired off
with witches. So no, Harry probably hadn't known what they were going to do.
"Yes, people do that, Harry, but it is not something discussed in polite
company, just like any aspect of sex isn't. Do you have any more questions?"
Severus tried his best to get back to teacher mode, but really, all he wanted
to do was to fuck the boy into the mattress. His cock was so hard it hurt,
pressing against the seam in his trousers.
"Um - wouldn't it hurt?" Harry asked, eyes wide as he tried to focus without
his glasses. They were such a deep shade and Severus found himself staring into
them as Harry talked.
"It can hurt, particularly the first time, but it should be minimal with the
proper preparation. There is pleasure too, something that you may not have
discovered for yourself yet. You just have to trust me. The sooner we do this
the better, Harry. Once the bond is consummated, the magic will settle down
further and you will probably not feel so upset about things that we do. Lie
down, let me show you."
As he talked, Severus' hands had wandered all over Harry's back and shoulders
and the boy was almost purring in his arms as any reluctance was washed away by
Severus' touches. He knew just where to touch, where to press to have Harry
like putty in his arms. He was determined to drive the boy so mindless with
pleasure that he would not want another's touch. Only his Master's.
"Yes, Master," said Harry as he slipped from Severus' arms and lay down, his
erection almost standing vertical from the soft, dark curls at his groin, the
elastic of his underwear just sitting below his sac. Severus pulled them down
and off, throwing them over the side of the bed. They wouldn't be needed for a
while.
He sat up to unbutton his shirt, but he kept his trousers on for now; he didn't
want Harry to panic.
***
Harry licked his lips and swallowed as he watched Snape remove his shirt. The
man's chest was broader than the man's frame would indicate and almost as
hairless as Harry's own. There were dark hairs in a circle round his nipples
and a furred trail led from his bellybutton and dipped beneath the waistband of
his trousers. Harry was glad Snape hadn't removed his trousers yet; he was
still a bit nervous and wasn't sure he was ready for this yet.
Seeing that dark gaze fixed on his body, Harry blushed and placed his hands
over his groin.
"No. Let me see you. All of you."
Harry obeyed, but had to close his eyes. He couldn't take the intensity of his
Master's gaze any longer. It felt as though he was burning from the inside out
and he didn't know how to stop it. Maybe if Snape touched him rather than just
kept staring at him it would be better. "Please," Harry begged, although he
wasn't entirely sure what for.
He felt the weight of his Master's body settled atop his, driving the breath
from his lungs and he gasped just as Snape brought his lips down to Harry's and
kissed him soundly. Snape nibbled on his bottom lip, soothing the bites with
his tongue then pushed and prodded so that Harry had no option but to open his
mouth. Their tongues danced around each other and the longer they kissed, the
harder Harry got. It was as if there was an electrical wire running from his
tongue directly to his groin and he bucked up against the man on top of him,
moaning and mewling in pleasure.
Not much longer after they'd started kissing and rubbing, Harry felt the ache
in his balls and cock as his orgasm approached. He clung to Snape's back, his
nails digging into his Master's skin and he tried to get even more pressure on
his cock. Nearly there. Nearly - ah - there -ah - ah!
Harry felt his Master's hands grip the base of his cock and his orgasm was
averted. He made a disappointed wail into his Snape's mouth as his release was
thwarted.
Snape pulled away from his mouth. "You will learn control, Harry. You will not
come today until I am deep inside you, is that clear?"
"Yes, sir," Harry whispered hoarsely, feeling awful that he had disappointed
his Master.
Snape trailed his hands along Harry's collarbone, the touch so light Harry
wasn't sure he was feeling it at all.
"Bend your knees and open your legs," ordered his Master and Harry obeyed
without thought. He wouldn't disappoint his Master again. Snape dipped his
fingers in the jar of salve which had still been sitting on the bed and coated
them liberally with the gel. Harry closed his eyes.
"No. Look at me."
Harry opened them again and stared at his Master, whose hands had disappeared
between Harry's legs. Snape caressed Harry's inner thighs with a gentle touch,
so much so that Harry's legs went wobbly and they fell open even further. When
Harry felt the finger try to enter him again, he tensed up and tried to back
away, hating himself for it. That was not what his Master wanted.
"Relax, Harry. It'll hurt more the more tense you are. There is room, breathe
through it." His Master's words and his voice were soothing and Harry did as he
suggested. It did get easier after a while and he relaxed into it. This wasn't
a punishment. His Master wouldn't hurt him, not for this. Sex was supposed to
be fun, wasn't it?
"Good boy, good," said Snape as he reached up with his other hand and stroked
Harry's erection, making Harry forget about what was happening in his arse
altogether. His heart was pounding in his ears, his body was covered in
perspiration and he was panting like a horse that’d just finished a race. Harry
had never felt anything like this before in his life and wondered at how it
felt so much more when someone else was touching him.
By the time Snape had three fingers inside him, Harry was writhing and arching
on the bed, trying to impale himself on those fingers. He ached with want and
when Snape crooked his fingers just so… Harry screamed as a jolt of intense
pleasure shot through him like lightning. Harry's toes curled; his hands
clutched the sheets as he came hard over his belly and chest and his Master's
hand. Harry's whole body felt like rubber as he stared horrified, into the dark
eyes of his Master. He'd come without permission!
"What did I just tell you?"
"I'm sorry, Master. I didn't mean to!"
Snape whispered a spell and then he was completely naked. Harry didn't know
where to look. He looked so big there! Surely that prick would never fit inside
him? Snape saw him looking and his face darkened.
"Is this how it's going to be, Potter? Defying me at every turn? On your hands
and knees, now!"
Harry felt sick at the man's angry tone and he had every right to be angry.
Harry had disobeyed. As soon as Snape removed his fingers from Harry's arse;
Harry turned over and assumed the position he'd been ordered into.
"I'm sorry, sir!" he sobbed. "I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it!" Harry was
almost swaying in his distress, come dripping down from his body to pool on the
sheets below him. He felt Snape grip his hips and suddenly something longer and
thicker than fingers was pressing against him.
Harry wasn't prepared for the rough entry and he stifled his cries by sheer
force of will. His Master owned his body; Harry was just there for his Master's
pleasure. Harry didn't matter. Harry had never mattered. Silent tears dripped
down his cheeks and onto the bed mixing with his earlier emission.
Snape was grunting with effort, pounding into Harry and kissing the back of his
neck. Sometimes Snape caught that magic spot inside and despite himself, Harry
felt the arousal building once again. He didn't want it. He didn't want to come
and disappoint his Master again.
"Merlin, Harry! Do you know how good you feel? So tight! Fuck! I could do this
all day!"
Harry hoped he wouldn't. He hoped it would be over soon. "Please!" he begged.
"Please!"
"All right, Harry. Touch yourself, make yourself come."
Harry sobbed again. That wasn't what he wanted. He just wanted it over with,
but his Master had given him an order and he had already disappointed the man
enough today. Harry gripped his cock and roughly pulled at it, wanting to come
as quickly as possible so that this could end. Moaning and mewling through his
sobs, it wasn't long before Harry felt his belly coiling, a heavy ache in his
sac and knew he was going to come soon.
Harry clenched his buttocks as the first waves of his climax washed over him
and he was barely aware of the wet warmth filling him from his Master's almost
at the same time. Harry shuddered as he spilled himself over his hand and the
bed below him, feeling a little faint.
He felt Snape kiss his neck and it was too much; he collapsed onto the bed in a
sobbing heap, making Snape fall on top of him.
***
Severus pulled out of Harry and felt his heart fall to somewhere near his shoes
as he took in the sobbing boy. What had he done? What on Earth had he done? He
saw a trickle of pink from Harry's anus, blood mixed with the semen and he
cursed himself for losing his temper like that and using sex as a way of
subduing Harry. He'd all but raped him.
"Harry, I'm sorry."
Harry turned his head, tear-filled jade eyes staring up at him. "No, Master.
It's my fault. I'll try to be good. I promise! Please don't send me away!"
Harry's words became incoherent as he wept and wept.
Severus wrapped the boy up in his arms and tried his best to soothe him,
although he wasn't entirely sure how. "Harry, you didn't want it, did you? You
weren't ready for this yet. Why didn't you use your word, pet?" Severus stroked
the sweaty hair and kissed his forehead.
"This slave is not important, Master. Only my Master's pleasure is important."
"What's your name?" asked Severus, having a terrible suspicion as to what had
happened to them both.
"Slaves don't have names, Master," said Harry.
And for the Snapes who had created that damn Magister, that was entirely true.
They didn't care about their slaves, only how they could be used by their
Masters.
"Wait here, Harry," said Severus, conjuring a robe to wrap around himself and
then stalked back to the office and that damn book! As soon as he'd seen the
blood it was as if a veil had been lifted from him and he saw things as they
really were. Harry Potter, one of his students, sobbing and cowering in the bed
where Severus had forced himself on the boy. They had both been more affected
by the magic than he'd anticipated and it was going no further.
Severus waved his wand at the dusty tome and blasted it to smithereens. Let's
see the magic try to take control of them now! With a satisfied smirk, Severus
headed back to the bedroom.
Harry wasn't in the bed; he was kneeling by the side of it, his head bowed,
hands resting on his thighs and though he was still sobbing a little, he was
trying to hide it.
"Harry, it's all right. You don't have to do that anymore. I destroyed the
book."
Much to Severus' horror, Harry dashed forward and wrapped his arms around
Severus' lower legs. "Please, Master! Please don't send me away! I'll be good!
I'll be good!"
Merlin, no! Had the act of destroying the book trapped Harry in the role of his
slave forevermore?
"I'll never send you away, Harry. I promise. I'll look after you from now on."
Severus scooped Harry up in his arms and carried him through to the bathroom.
Maybe one day Harry would come back to himself, but for now, Severus bathed his
pet and gave him a dose of Dreamless Sleep.
No matter what happened, he would always be there for Harry.
He was the only one for Harry now.
THE END
 
A/N: Magister - master
Dominatus - domination
Subicio – submissive
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