Day 3
Title: Harry Potter’s Hostel (or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the BDSM): Part II
Author: VAC
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: HP/SS
Summary: The trio decides to take a trip to Slovakia during the summer between their sixth and seventh years. They end up disappearing one by one. When you find yourself alone in a foreign country, please feel free to check out the abandoned factory with all of the high-security guards outside. Warnings: BDSM and various other kinks including dubious consent. (In honor of the NYCHFF and Halloween)
Disclaimer: Characters belong to JKR. Concept belongs to Eli Roth. All characters are over the age of consent.
Day: 3
“So what exactly are you planning on doing with me?” Harry asked after a few moments of uncomfortable silence. “And why’d you let my friends go anyways? Are they going to get abducted by Death Eaters waiting at the train station?”
“Of course,” Severus replied. “Because there are loads of Death Eaters who spend their free time hanging around train stations in Slovakia.”
“Well, I find it hard to believe that you would just -“ Harry was caught off-guard when Severus summoned his wand, promptly disarming him. “I knew it!” Harry shouted. “You’re going to turn us all over to Voldemort. I knew that we never should have trusted you and that you’d just end up fucking all of us over in the -“
Severus cast a quick silencing spell, ensuring that he wouldn’t be interrupted. “I’m going to explain this to you once, Potter. I’m not working for the Dark Lord. I’ve been following Dumbledore’s orders the entire time, which included that little display that you saw on the Astronomy Tower. And now, I’m here to rescue you and your friends who have once again, through your complete lack of anything resembling sense, gotten yourselves into a difficult situation.”
Harry started mouthing words frantically so, despite his better judgment, Severus took off the silencing spell.
“Do you honestly think that I’m going to believe that?” Harry asked, looking at Severus is complete bewilderment. “You want me to believe that Dumbledore ordered you to murder him? You want to talk about an insult to my intelligence . . .”
“What intelligence, Potter? I wasn’t under the impression that there was anything there to insult.” Before Harry could comment, Severus cast another silencing spell. “You really should learn how to listen, Potter. It might just save your life someday. As I was saying, Dumbledore ordered me to murder him because he was already dying. He was put under an irrevocable death sentence when he destroyed the first horcrux. I was just given orders to speed up the process - and solidify my standing with the Dark Lord in the process. Do you understand?”
Harry paused for a moment and then nodded. Severus lifted the silencing spell once again.
“But why are you even here?” Harry asked, still not quite sure if he should believe his former professor (even if he had made sure that his friends got out safely). “Are you working on a project for Voldemort?”
“Not quite. We’re here for . . . recreational purposes.”
“What do you mean?”
“Please feel free to use whatever sense you might possess, Potter. You’re in a building designed for the torture of muggles. What else would a group of Death Eaters be doing out here?”
“Wait a second, you come to Slovakia and pay to torture muggles?” Harry asked, completely confused. “But you can do that for free back home! Why bother coming all the way out here?”
“Novelty,” Snape shrugged. “And the fact that the Dark Lord doesn’t support using excessive forms of torture. He commands that we only do as much as necessary. No need to draw undo attention to ourselves, after all.”
Harry looked over at the table next to him. There were dozens of torture instruments within reach for the traditional (knives) to the unconventional (power drills and blowtorches) to the downright eccentric (paperclips). When they started getting into office supplies, that’s when he started getting nervous. “Does this mean that you come here to torture muggles, as well?” Harry asked, accusingly.
“No, I come here for something a little bit more . . . stimulating.”
At that moment, the ropes from the table sprung into action - binding Harry’s arms and feet, making sure that he could stand comfortably but couldn’t move. Severus came close to him, looking at the sweat beading on the boy’s forehead and listening to his quick, shallow breaths. “What are you going to do to me?” Harry asked, quietly. Actually sounding a little bit nervous for once in his life. Where had that Gryffindor courage gone now?
“I think a more appropriate question would be what aren’t I going to do to you?” Harry opened his mouth to respond but Severus had already started kissing him. He pressed his lips down hard against the boy’s and grasped him around the waist. Harry was momentarily caught off guard. What the fuck was his former professor doing? If he wanted to chop off a few fingers with a chainsaw, that was one thing (especially since he was relatively sure that, with a few good potions, he could re-grow his fingers) but this was a completely different matter. He finally snapped out of his surprise and snapped his head forward, officially giving Severus one hell of a bump on his left temple.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” Harry shouted, trying his best to get out of the bonds. “You’re my professor!”
“Former professor,” Severus quickly corrected.
“Whatever! If you’re really on our side, then you’re supposed to be rescuing me right now, not trying to get into my pants without my consent!”
“Without your consent, Potter?” Severus smirked. “Should we see about that? Legilimens!” Harry tried his best to block him out but he’d never been particularly good at Legilimency. He immediately saw one of his sexual fantasies. This one included being down on his knees, in front of Severus Snape, doing some especially difficult tongue-work on his lengthy cock. Severus withdrew from his mind and added: “I see that the idea of my ‘getting into your pants’ doesn’t interest you at all.”
“Oh c’mon!” Harry argued. “I’m a teenage boy! I think about everyone like that. There’s probably a sexual fantasy about McGonagall in there if you want to take a look.”
“As charming as that idea would be, I’m more interested in acting out that fantasy.” Severus came closer and nuzzled into the side of Harry’s neck, inhaling that familiar musk. “Although you seem to have . . . overemphasized my assets.” He gently bit down and the pressure went straight to Harry’s erection, which was now pushing prominently against the denim.
“Yeah, well, that’s why it’s called a fantasy,” Harry said through clenched teeth, while one of Severus’ hands gently dropped down to squeeze his erection. He unconsciously started grinding himself against the broad expanse of Severus’ palm. Severus continued biting his way down Harry’s neck to his shoulder, leaving an incriminating trail of bruises across the surface of his skin. Suddenly, the ropes adjusted, pulling him down to his knees. Severus unbuttoned his pants, pulling out his erection (which, while substantial, didn’t quite measure up to the thirteen-inch manhood featured in Harry’s NC-17 fantasies).
“Little bit disappointed to be honest,” Harry commented, looking up at his former professor.
“I don’t believe that the best use of your mouth at this moment would be talking, Potter.”
Harry didn’t need to be told twice. He opened his mouth and gently wrapped his lips around the head. Out of all the blowjobs he’d had in Slovakia (and there had been plenty over the years), Severus knew that this one was going to be the best. And it wasn’t because Harry was particularly well skilled (although his enthusiasm made up for the excessive amount of gagging) but because Severus had never actually cared about any of his partners. They’d all been nameless muggles, usually tourists, that he’d bound, whipped, and then fucked without any preamble. Afterwards, he’d leave the room and let his companions (particularly the industrious Bellatrix) finish what he’d started.
Not that Severus was completely unsympathetic to the abducted muggles. However, he needed to satisfy his sexual needs somehow. Slovakia just happened to be the most discreet method available. After all, your partners could never blackmail you after a one-night stand if they were dead.
Harry continued sliding the cock in and out of his mouth, occasionally teasing the slit with the tip of his tongue. His legs were spread and he was grinding himself against the cold cement floor, trying to create any kind of friction against his uncontrollable erection.
“While you look absolutely delightful down on the floor,” Severus gasped as Harry started running his tongue along the underside of his balls, “we should probably take this to the next level.”
“What’s the next level?” Harry asked before taking one of the balls into his mouth and sucking gently. Severus couldn’t possibly form logical and coherent words after that; however, he could snap his fingers and the ropes accordingly pulled Harry up so that he was suspended from the ceiling. Harry’s legs were spread wide and he was grabbing onto the fraying ropes desperately. “Okay,” he gasped, “this is not . . . particularly enjoyable. Are you sure these are sturdy?” Another snap and his clothes had disappeared, folded up into a neat pile on the other side of the room.
“Quite,” Severus responded, walking over to the table of torture devices. Harry rolled his eyes; now he was going to lose a couple of fingers, just when he’d gotten himself ready for something a little bit more enjoyable. However, Severus picked up two clamps connected by a chain. He approached Harry and began gently rubbing his nipples between his fingers. “Now, we’re going to try something a little bit different.” Severus looked at the clamps and, after a moment of deliberation, pulled off the vinyl coatings revealing three little forks on each clamp. He opened the left clamp, pressing down hard on the hard nub of Harry’s left nipple. The little forks bit into his flesh and Harry cried out in discomfort. Severus paid no attention, however, and squeezed the right clamp down onto his other nipple.
Severus returned to the table and picked up a nasty-looking leather contraption. “All right,” Harry exclaimed, twisting a little bit under the ropes. “I don’t know how I’m feeling about all of this . . . I mean, sucking your cock is one thing but all of this tying me up and everything . . .”
“Have you ever done it before?” Severus asked, unlocking a series of three padlocks on the device, which made Harry especially nervous.
“No,” Harry muttered.
“Then no comments until we’re done, thank you.” The device consisting of three padlocked loops attached to a long strap in a T-shape. Severus wrapped two of the loops around Harry’s wrists, like handcuffs, padlocking them in place. He then brought the long strap between Harry’s legs, running the leather up between the cheeks of his ass. Harry moaned softly and then yelped unattractively when Severus slapped both of those cheeks just for good measure. Severus took the final loop and wrapped it around both cock and balls, padlocking them securely.
Harry had never felt quite as debauched as he did right then.
Severus picked up a wooden paddle from the table and Harry already knew what was coming. “Oh c’mon,” he groaned. “I haven’t had a spanking since I was in primary school!”
“I can guarantee that this one will be slightly different,” Severus smirked as he gently ran the wooden surface of the paddle against Harry’s ass. Harry found himself leaning into the light touches of the paddle, desperate for Severus to just fuck him already. Suddenly, the paddle was no longer there; he hardly had time to think before the paddle smacked against his ass, leaving a bright red welt on his flesh. He swung back and forth, suspended by the ropes. (He briefly thought of himself as a piñata but the comparison was too disturbing even for him.)
“Ouch!” Harry shouted. “Thanks for not holding back, you bastard!” But Severus was already down on his knees, rubbing his tongue against the sore spot. He took a few seconds to rub his tongue against the tight little circle of his entrance before getting back up and preparing the paddle for another round. The paddle came down two . . . three . . . four . . . By the seventh time, Harry found himself moaning wantonly when the paddle left another bruise. He found himself trying to push back against Severus’ tongue, which eventually penetrated his entrance and started licking enthusiastically. Severus grabbed his hips and pulled him backwards, pushing his tongue even further inside Harry.
Finally, when Harry had been properly lubricated with saliva, he stood up and started pushing fingers inside of him. “Have you done this before?” Severus asked, stretching him around his knuckles. Harry shook his head but didn’t seem to have any reservations about doing the deed. “Enough with the fingers!” he exclaimed. “If you’re going to fuck me, just get on with it please!”
Unable to resist begging, Severus thrust his cock inside Harry. The boy moaned deep in his throat. “Touch me please,” Harry asked, flexing his hands helplessly.
“Not yet,” Severus murmured against Harry’s neck. He grabbed onto the boy’s hips and started fucking him, the swing allowing him to penetrate deeply. He heard a whimpering sound and Harry began crying in frustration, unable to pleasure himself and feeling decidedly helpless. Severus decided to take pity but instead of grabbing the boy’s cock, he instead adjusted his angle and once against thrust into him.
“Oh god,” Harry moaned. Severus continued to fuck him, pressing up against his prostrate. The boy was a quivering mess now; his thighs were trembling helplessly in the stirrups and he was babbling incoherently. Finally, as Severus made one final thrust inside the boy, Harry started coming - thick, long strands that coated his stomach and dripped onto the cement floor. It briefly occurred to him that if Severus’ companions came in afterwards, they would know exactly what the two of them had been up to that afternoon. Severus came soon afterwards, leaving Harry with the feeling of cum slipping out of him, dribbling down his thighs, and (once again) splattering on the cement below.
If he had felt debauched before, there weren’t words for how he felt right now.
Severus gently withdrew from Harry and walked in a circle around him, admiring his handiwork. He wished that he could take a photograph but he knew how dangerous immortalizing this event would be for all involved. Instead, he stepped forward and kissed Harry once again who complied sleepily this time, kissing Severus back with a kind of gentleness reserved for the most intimate exchanges.
Severus removed the padlocks from the cuffs, the clamps from the nipples, and instructed the ropes to lower the boy down to the floor. A quick cleaning spell later and Harry was back in order. “So . . . get on the next train out of the country?” Harry asked, pulling on his jeans. He looked a little bit embarrassed in the aftermath; however, Severus figured that was only normal for someone his age.
“Get on the next train,” Severus reaffirmed, returning his wand. Harry opened the door and began to walk out into the hallway.
“Harry,” Severus started, turning to look at his former student. The two gazed at each other for a few moments, trying to identify exactly how their relationship had changed over the past hour. “We’ll always have Slovakia.”
Harry smiled and got out of there as quickly as he could.
FIN PT. II