I'm A Slave For You-Chp50

I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU

While Severus was on his way to his dorm after reprimanding The Old Married Couple, Harry was all set on the bed like Severus asked, waiting anxiously. All naked and lying face down on the bed, Harry wondered in excited anticipation as to what his beloved had in store for him tonight. Severus came in a few moments later, much to Harry's delight, after going to his office to get a special lube. He closed the door and admired the form that was Harry lying on his bed.

"You are quite beautiful, did you know that, pet?" Severus said with a satisfied smile.

"Don't say that," Harry blushed as he pouted, not looking at his beloved directly. "I'm not."

"Oh yes, you are. You have no idea how beautiful you are right now."

"How can I be beautiful? I'm small, and short, and thin as hell, and almost pale, and…"

"You're lithe, and beautifully pale, like pure snow," Severus stopped whatever negative words Harry wanted to say about himself, "And you are all mine," he dropped the lube on the bed and ran his hand down Harry's back, "All mine."

"Yes, I'm all yours, Severus. Make me belong to you again," Harry moaned as he shivered at Severus' touch, enjoying the feeling.

"I will," Severus said, leaning down to kiss Harry's back, "I most certainly will."

Taking the jar of lube, he removed the lid and coated his two fingers generously with the content. Slowly, after spreading some of the lube around the boy's puckered opening, he pushed one in, making the boy gasp and arch to meet his fingers.

"Don't move, Harry," Severus said huskily, "let me control everything."

Harry nodded and let Severus have his way with him. This time, he was really going to let Severus take control. No more interruptions or distractions from him. Only total submission.

"Reach back and spread yourself apart," Severus said as he pushed the other finger in.

Harry did so, his hands snaked over to part his cheeks, making more room in his entrance. Severus plunged his fingers in, twisting them, finding that little nub that made his little love see stars. Harry shivered and let out a moan, feeling his sweet spot being brushed slightly, wanting the older man to press against it even deeper, to make him feel the rush of euphoria, but at that very moment, Severus pulled his fingers out and got up.

"How does that feel, pet?" Severus asked as he started undressing.

"Good…but empty…" Harry replied in a disappointed tone. "I want you…"

"A little later, pet," Severus coaxed as he pulled a box from his dresser. "I have been saving this."

Harry looked back to see Severus bringing the box over. When he opened it up, it was a dildo that had little bumps on it and a few ridges around the edges. Harry backed away in fear.

"What…? No, I don't like toys…"

"Why not?" Severus asked. "You would look so beautiful. Think, I can fuck you as I suck you."

"But…But I want you…" Harry whined in protest.

"And you will have me, a bit later."

"You…You don't understand, Severus…" Harry looked at the toy warily. "In the business, I…"

"Am I anything like the people in the business?" Severus asked, his face strewn with concern.

"No!" Harry shook his head immediately. "Of course not!"

"Have I ever hurt you on purpose?"

"No. Never."

"Then do you trust me?"

"Y-Yes, I trust you…"

"Then don't worry about anything. Don't think of anything that has to do with the business. That was your old nightmare. Nightmares are meant to be forgotten, and I can help you forget, if only you would let me."

Harry looked from the dildo to Severus and back again. He did remember his vow to let Severus take control, and so far everything that Severus had done to him was nothing short than a wonder. If he promised he would help him forget his past bad experiences with toys, he would definitely deliver. Harry lowered his head and nodded.

"Good. Now turn over on your back and pull your legs up to your chest."

Harry nodded and did so. From his position on all fours, he turned around to missionary position and hugged his knees against his chest, revealing his entrance towards Severus. Severus lubed the toy up good so that it wouldn't hurt his little beloved. He pushed the toy in slowly, kissing Harry's leg to calm him down. Harry winced as he felt the toy entering him, trying not to think of his past with toys like these. There was a slight burn when he was entered, but the lube eased it in, making the burn disappeared as quickly as it came. Severus pushed it all the way in and stopped to admire him in that position.

"I like this, love. It was worth the trip to Knockturn Alley and worth paying 250 Sickles for this," Severus grinned. "You look so beautiful."

So saying, he tapped the toy with his wand once and it started humming as it vibrated, twice and it started moving slowly. Harry gasped at the feeling of the dildo moving, his back arched up a little.

"I bet you have never felt that," Severus said as he moved to sit between Harry's legs. "Pinch your nipples for me."

Harry did as he was told, moaning as his fingers captured his nipples, stroking and rubbing in earnest. Severus was right; he never felt that before. Back then, the toy was always shoved roughly into him and always when he wasn't prepared, sometimes even without lube. And instead of letting the toy do what it naturally did, the people training him always pump and thrust the toy deep into him, fucking his ass raw until he didn't know whether he was supposed to be trained by the toy or by the trainer. This, on the other hand, felt rather good as the toy vibrated and moved in circles within him, assaulting his insides gently and sending pleasurable jolts through his spine, bringing his little manhood to life.

"You're all flushed now, no longer pale," Severus leaned up kissing him softly, in which Harry moaned in the kiss as he continued to pinch himself. Grinning inwardly, he leaned back from the kiss and whispered at Harry's ear, "Now reach down and stroke yourself."

Without warning, he tapped the toy twice again and it started moving faster. Harry gasped out loud as he tried to do as he was told, his back arched up again even higher.

"So beautiful and so obedient," Severus moved back and leaned over Harry's cock. "I want you to fuck my mouth."

Slowly, Severus took Harry's head of the cock between his lips, slowly licking it and tracing circles around it. Harry sucked in a breath as Severus took his length, slowly did as he was told while enjoying the wet heat. It had been quite a while since he was asked to fuck anything. The only time he'd ever actually fucked anyone was the missus and the daughter of his 4th Master. As he moved his hips, thrusting at a moderate rhythm into Severus' mouth, the older man tapped the toy again, making it go faster, resulting in the boy letting out a surprised strangled yelp as he felt the toy assaulting his sweet spot relentlessly and began to fuck Severus a little faster n deeper. He wanted to taste Harry before he took him.

Showing he could take him all, he sucked as he came back up and licked the underside. The sensation was too much for the boy. The pit of his stomach just tightened all of a sudden from Severus' lick on his underside and he came violently. Severus drank him down till the very last drop before he pulled off. He tapped the toy three times and it came to a halt and the humming stopped, leaving Harry panted heavily, his body still twitching a little as the tremors slowly subsided.

"Perfect," Severus whispered as he watched Harry lay back down onto the bed after arching in that such impossible angle from his orgasm.

Harry's hips seemed to somehow gyrate by itself, wanting more than just the dildo up his ass. Severus' cock was aching hard as he watched that seductive display while he slowly pulled the dildo out and over to the side. It was definitely worth the trip and the money for all this. They will have to try doing this again next time.

"Do you think you are ready now?"

Harry nodded desperately before breathing out his words, "Please…Severus…Put your cock in me…I wanna feel you inside…"

"How bad do you want it?" the older man smirked, pressing his cock to Harry's opening, but didn't push it in. Harry whined impatiently as he moved his hips to try and push the thick member into him, in which Severus held back just right not to let him.

"I want you so bad…I want you to fill me up…and fuck me until I can't remember my name…"

"Well, I want it too. Up on your knees, pet."

Despite his drained body from the massive orgasm he had before, Harry obeyed. Getting off from his missionary position, he went on all fours, sticking his ass up towards Severus again, wishing he could hurry up and enter his empty orifice. Severus soon sat up and moved closer.

"I want you to stay on your hands and knees, and when you no longer can, sit up and lean against me, understand?"

"Yes, my Master."

"Say that again," Severus smirked, licking the boy's earlobe.

"Yes, my Master," Harry repeated again, emphasizing the word 'Master' in an erotic tone.

Severus let out a satisfied smile. Very slowly and deliberately, he thrust into Harry's entrance, forcing a strangled gasp out of the boy's lips as he slowly filled him up. Harry gripped the bed sheets tight, begging to gods of all religion to not let this blissful feeling end too quickly. Severus seated himself comfortably inside Harry. As much as he wanted to start fucking the boy with all his might, he didn't want to hurt Harry. As always, he wanted their first coupling in a long time to be pleasurable to both parties, and taking it nice and slow seemed to be the best way of doing it, but Harry had other ideas and needs for their coupling. He thrust his hips against Severus to make the older man move a little bit faster.

"Please, Master…"

"In due time, pet," Severus said as he ran his hand down Harry's back. "I will not have our first time in such a long while resulting in any pain on your side."

Harry nodded and tried to follow Severus' pace, although his cock started coming back to life again after Severus started thrusting in and out of him a few good times, while the older man groaned at the tight feeling surrounding his man meat. The boy moaned and whined for him to go faster; he was almost there, almost hitting the spot. He wanted to see those searing hot white flashes in his mind's eye, to feel the sensation that drove him crazy every time the Potions Master rammed him with his rod. After what felt like forever, Severus finally shifted to hit the spot, making the boy gasp from it.

"You have been a very naughty boy, Harry," Severus said as he deliberately moved slowly out, then plunged in to hit it with just the right force.

"Yes…Yes…I'm a naughty boy…" Harry whined, getting into the role-play.

"Naughty boys need to be punished," Severus growled teasingly, reaching around to pinch his beloved's nipple.

"Yes…! Yes…!" Harry let out a moan at the feeling. "Please punish me, Master…!"

Severus grinned and stilled, no longer continuing his thrusting. Harry was surprised at the sudden halt and turned to look at Severus worriedly.

"M…Master…? Did I say something wrong…?"

"No, pet," Severus replied as he ran his hands down Harry's sides. "But you are being punished. You must do all the work."

"But…But…I didn't mean to peek…" Harry, after clearing his mind some, knew exactly what he was punished for.

"I know you didn't, but you still carried on with it anyway, and that's being naughty," Severus chuckled. He tugged Harry back on him, saying, "Come on, pet. Make a move on. He's getting cold."

"Harry pouted for a while, then started to bob his ass in and out of the length, trying to aim for the spot. He expertly clenched and unclenched his inner muscles to maximize his lover's pleasure, just like he was trained to do back in the business and when he was with his 2nd Master. He was often praised for that and hoped that it would work to his advantage now.

"Mmm, very good, pet," Severus moaned above him, continuing to pinch and rub the boy's nipples as he felt his butt cheeks slapping against his hips, his cock hitting closer and closer towards the soft little nub that would make his pet go wild. Licking a stray salty sweat that trickled down the boy's back, he whispered, "Faster. Move harder on me."

Harry obeyed, letting out a moan of ecstasy after the sweet spot was found again. He assaulted it over and over again with a passionate vengeance, loving the feeling despite the fact that it was punishment for him to do all the work. It worked both ways too as it was punishment for the Potions Master as well. He fought against the yearning to fuck Harry because he knew he was going to lose control sooner than he wished. Just a bit longer and he would bring them both to completion. In the end, it was still too much for Harry to bear as he gave him a pleading look while he continued to move, trying to go faster as requested.

"Please, Master…" Harry moaned. "I can't stand it…Please…Fuck me…!"

Throwing whatever slow and steady plan he had in mind out of the window, Severus grabbed his hips, thrusting deep and hard.

"Mmh…So good…" Severus breathed out.

"Yes…! Yes…! Yes…!!" Harry screamed as he reached down and masturbated himself. "I'm gonna come again…!!"

"Hands on the bed," Severus ordered, pulling Harry's hand from his cock. "You will come by my cock only."

Harry whined in protest but did as he was told, putting his hands back down where they belonged and letting them grip on the bed sheets for support. He was so close to exploding, so close to letting out everything within him just spill all over the bed. Severus moved faster and faster aligned with his moans that were getting louder, quicker and shorter, his own orgasm getting closer. Every thrust and every hit on his sweet spot made the pressure in the pit of his stomach stronger than it could ever be, threatening to burst as Harry screamed in ecstasy and pleasure at the delightful assault thrown on him.

"Come for me, pet. Come whenever you feel like it. Scream your pleasure."

One more hit on his sweet spot made him lose control. It forced an explosion equivalent to a detonation of an atomic bomb within Harry as the boy came all over himself and all over the bed sheet, making the boy scream his lover's name in completion. His muscles squeezed down impossibly hard on Severus' already rock hard cock, making him come and bathing Harry's insides. As he felt himself being filled to the brim, Harry's orgasm actually lasted a little longer than the previous one, his body twitching as if he was almost having some sort of seizure. He literally dropped onto the bed as the last of his tremors died down. He didn't care whether he was in a sticky mess or not. He wanted Severus' warmth. Leaning and tilting his head up, he kissed Severus who was panting and leaning over him, the older man's arms around him telling him that he would like to spend a little time cuddling. Severus kissed him back slowly before pulling and lying down next to him and instinctively, Harry cuddled next to him.

"You are perfect, Harry. Perfect in every way conceivable," Severus whispered to his ear.

"Am I really…?" Harry asked skeptically. He was not used to compliments, especially not this.

"Absolutely, my pet," Severus smirked and kissed his neck. "Absolutely."

"I love you so much, Severus."

"And I love you too, pet."

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A dark silhouette of a tall man stood before the Muggle family he had just mutilated. He admired his handiwork, surprised that he could actually do it after so long out of practice. The fat man's body was in pieces, and he made sure that every single ounce of fat in his obese body was literally splattered all over the floor, including the ones that clung desperately on his love handles and his innards. Never before had the man seen anyone who could still keep such a gluttonous figure in spite of the disheveled home that would probably be unable to contain even a day's worth of bread to eat. The thin, lanky woman, on the other hand, had her body and limbs twisted in such a way that would put a yoga master or a twister game expert to shame. She definitely could use some of the unnecessary fat that her husband didn't really need.

Of course, nothing was more satisfying than killing their little porky son. He had given him a very slow, torturous death, forcing his body and mind using the Imperius Curse to stay focus and alive as he made him take a kitchen knife—the ones Muggles used for chopping up meat—to slowly cut himself bit by bit. He made him watch as piece by piece of his flesh fall onto the floor and made him carry on some more until he was only left with one hand that held that knife before telling him slit his throat real slow so that he would bleed but not really die immediately from blood loss. All the while as he squatted there on the floor, watching the boy waiting for death to claim him in his blank mind-controlled state, he released his Imperius Curse hold on him and watched him go from consciousness to confusion to realization then to screaming pain, all the while the man was laughing at him and shouting "Sectumsempra!" over and over again at the boy, causing his body to spout blood everywhere like a multi-fountain until he died by just the pain alone. Using the tip of his wand to dip a generous amount of blood and licking it clean, he gave each and every one of those bodies a bored look.

"Muggles. So fragile. So vulnerable. So mortal. It's almost a waste to kill them."

"Master Riddle, I've got some nice trophies for you to collect. I found them in the Muggles' storeroom."

The man called Riddle turned around to see the fat, stout man with unkempt hair coming to him with a box levitated towards him. Using a counter-spell, he made the man drop the box on the floor, its content scattered all over the floor within its proximity.

"Your taste of trophies and mine are like trying to compare Heaven and Earth, Wormtail," Riddle commented sarcastically. "Still, let's see what you got."

"Oh, oh, Master Riddle, you may like this very much," the stout man he called Wormtail went on his hands and knees and went through the dropped items to find what he thought was worthy of his Master's eyes. "Yes, yes, you will like this. Very, very much."

Riddle stood there, watching the fidgety little man go on the floor searching like a rat would for food, waiting impatiently for his imbecile of a slave get him what he thought he wanted. Moments later, Wormtail found what he was looking for and handed it to his Master. Snatching it from Wormtail's hand, he noticed that they were two pieces of photographs. One was a picture of a dark-haired man with glasses and a red-haired woman carrying a baby boy with striking jade-green eyes—obviously taken using Muggle cameras, since the picture was not animated—and the other was a picture of that jade-green eyed boy standing there timidly as he was forced by the fat man he just killed to stand still. The only difference was that in the latter picture, aside from it being taken by wizard cameras, was that the boy in the picture looked almost 11 years old, coming to 12.

"See the connection, Master?" Wormtail asked gleefully, anticipating his Master's reaction.

Riddle growled as he gripped on both pictures tightly with a vengeance.

"The boy is alive."