Chapter 20: An Unconscionable Development
{A/N: Here's Another Update...for those of you whom might have a problem with content of this chapter, this isn't necessarily slash given the nature of Snape's arrangement to take on Draco's clients, he agreed to do so without actually having knowledge of them and as such made a grave error in judgement, while it does not contain slash directly, this chapter still has maleXmale sexual content involved in it. For those whom may be offended due to the context of a character's nature, it's explained in the chap why he behaves this way, none the less if you are brave enough to read it, I look forward to your reviews if not, the possible flames from those too immature to give valid objections will amuse me at best...before it is asked I am not into Slash nor do I care if anyone else is this was a request made by a reader on another site that I used to add to Scarlet's obnoxious appeal for story purposes...now without further adue..."
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Warning: Male X Male Sexual Content ahead...
Seedy Alley, Ridgemont England, Muggle World...
Following his dalliance with Luna Lovegood, Severus Snape returned to his room at the Grand Lodge Hotel despite being disappointed that Hermione Granger had already turned in for the night, he'd been more than a bit relieved to have made it to his bed. It seemed the energy he used bedding Luna coupled with the extended journey had truly done him in. He'd fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow following a long hot shower and some tea to settle his nerves.
The next morning, he'd been up and dressed in yet another suit this time one of navy blue, in a bid to meet with Draco Malfoy's next client to assist the soulless harpy in making her weekly quota. All had been well with the masked wizard as thoughts of Hermione Granger attributed to his lingering arousal but he'd come to the conclusion he'd work it off with whatever witch he'd been sent to next.
Upon arriving in the town of Ridgemont however, Snape found that his most recent assumption about Draco's client had been put to shame. The once dour wizard had been immensely shocked to find that the new client he was suppose to service wasn't a witch at all but a wizard.
Not, just any wizard of course given the nature of things thus far, but none other than Blaise Zabini himself.
The last Snape had heard the young lad was arrange to be married and had little time for frivolous affairs. Yet there he stood, an impressive specimen with impeccable dark flesh, a thin build despite his muscular frame and eyes filled with a combination of utter longing and well stocked shame.
At first, Snape had been annoyed greatly at Scarlet's little rouse. It was clear she'd sent both him and Draco to a male client in a bid to humiliate them. The a peek into the rather constrained young wizard's mind showed him just how he could use this encounter to his advantage without having to resort to actually bedding him.
The former Potions Professor had enough trouble keeping his former female students off his cock for very long, the last thing he needed was a submissive male counterpart doing the same. As much as he had degraded himself in the wizarding wars and being under the forced employ of Scarlet he was not and never will be attracted to the male sex.
"You're the one they sent in Draco's place?" asked Blaise rather nervously.
It seemed the refined young wizard was quite private about his sexual preferences now and again.
"I am indeed." replied the masked wizard careful to keep his voice from sounding too familiar.
Blaise studied him with the eyes of a true Slytherin.
"I hope they informed you that I requested a Slytherin." he said still quite cautious.
"Your request has been met." replied Snape knowing all too well that it was in a way the younger wizard would not have expected.
This admission seemed to relax Blaise a bit as he nodded before approaching what appeared to be an abandoned old shop and waving his wand.
"R-Right this way." he said looking around to ensure no one was watching.
Snape couldn't tell if it was due to the muggles that surrounded them and his use of magic via his wand or if it had to do with their reason for meeting in the first place.
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Abandoned Shop, Ridgemont, England, Muggle World...
Dust and cobwebs littered the old abandoned shop as well as the scent of old wood as Blaise Zabini lead Snape further into the shop until they reached what had been a makeshift bedroom. The former Potions Master got a look at the casual pile of two rather naked mattresses and sprinkled with more dust a toppled chair and what appeared to be iron fetters and a jockey whip of some sort.
"I-I hope you don't mind." said the rather nervous younger wizard using his wand to strip himself bare. "But I'd like to get started."
Snape had been in no hurry to see the young wizard naked but if there was anything his new found profession taught him it was how to set aside his personal feelings in a bid to satisfy the client.
Despite not having an eye for the male physique, the former Potions Professor noted that his former student had been rather impressively built beneath all his attire. His muscle bound broad shoulders slick from the possible active oiling that trickled down to his well toned abs and rather chiseled legs.
It didn't escape Snape's notice that Zabini appeared to have been as magnificent as an intact muggle Greek stature. His dark complication seemed to add to a rather erotic viewing despite having adverse effects.
Snape sifted through the mind of the toned younger wizard and discovered that his initial assumptions about what Zabini had done with Draco had been incorrect. By all accounts his former student had been a submissive sod, a highly submissive sod with something of a homoerotic oral fetish.
Something of a wicked smile crept across the masked wizard's pale face as he immediately assessed how he wished to carry out this evening. It appeared Draco had endeavored to put one over on the ill-meaning Scarlet as she assumed he'd been fucking his former friend degrading himself to procure the funds for his father's treatment. Thankfully in Snape's case this was not true in the slightest.
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Abandoned Shop, Ridgemont, England, Muggle World...
A low whimper escaped the upturned lips of Blaise Zabini as he struggled against the fetters that lined his wrists. The masked wizard had been standing behind him as his bare body huddled in his cold and cruel view.
The backside of the rather impressive looking young wizard had been a most notable shade of red as the jockey whip slapped against his well toned flesh. Snape smirked as his own domineering side emerged in the wake of the whimpering. Another blow to Zabini's backside set off a the young man in such a way that he found himself spraying the stacked mattresses with an untimely release.
Snape glared down at him finding himself enraged that the whimpering lesser had the nerve to climax without being given permission to.
In the beginning of this little game, Snape had assessed the information from the now whimpering younger man's mind that lead to his desire for such a harsh treatment. It seemed that during the war, he'd been imprisoned by death eaters and one such agent for the dark lord had beaten him so badly that to get through the harsh torment he began to explore his darker fantasies.
Those fantasies of course included being whipped on the backside by a certain ebony clad Potions Professor speaking in a harsh manner.
It saved him from a world of hurt and trauma but he was left with unquenchable sexual desires that required an adverse taste to unleash them. As he was far too embarrassed to indulge in them with his wife or anyone else he couldn't completely trust, that was until he recognized Draco Malfoy and immediately purchased his services.
"Who told you that you deserved a release?" asked Snape still angry at the younger wizard's defiance.
"N-No one sir." replied Blaise reflectively shifting his backside in a mix of pleasure and pain as he knew what was coming next.
Snape smacked him again.
This time the younger wizard moaned in submission.
The sound had been much too intense to ignore taking the former Potions Professor back to his frequented encounters with women, most notably the last visit he had with Pansy Parkinson.
"Fuck..." he hissed as his mind's eye propelled his erection to return despite not outwardly being attracted to the impressively built Blaise in the slightest.
Zabini seemed to note a rather curious change in his "Master" as he crawled toward the wizard on his belly his well toned backside wiggling in desire as he noted the impressive bulge within his tormentor's dark trousers.
Using his magic, the well built younger wizard broke the bind of the iron fetters and crawled to Snape's feet kissing the dark dress shoes and making his way up the lust filled wizard's legs. He moved to unbuckle the masked wizard's belt only for him to roughly grab his wrists and squeeze them to the point of pain.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" he asked in a rather lust-filled tone given to aggression.
"Let me help you Sir." said Blaise feeling the effects of his other fetish take over him.
Snape's domineering aspect wanted nothing more than to put the presumptuous little fool in his place but the needy look in his eyes proved to be all the implication of his service he needed.
"What happens in Slytherin stays in Slytherin." said Zabini meeting his harsh obsidian gaze.
As much as she wished to forgo the entire ordeal and head back to the hotel to grab whatever witch had been available to work off his prominent erection, he was bound by the oath Scarlet had given to service Draco's clients, at the time it appeared he had the upper hand but the sly harlot always had a way of out doing him at the last moment.
"Fuck!" hissed Snape as the oath compelled him to release his hold in a bid to service his newest client.
Blaise seemed quite pleased as he set to work fishing the rather impressive appendage from the confines of the masked wizard's trousers.
The dark eyes of the kneeling younger wizard had been on his air kissed cock for what seemed like hours. It shocked the masked wizard that his arousal had not lessened in the slightest despite it's inevitable journey into the waiting mouth of his former male student.
Snape closed his eyes doing his best to not have any part of what was about to occur that he could control hoping to retreat into the furthest trenches of his mind as the warm and wet sensation began to overtake him.
With a grunt, he envisioned sliding himself back in his room with Ginerva Potter on the other end of his appendage suckling him for all she was worth.
"Oh fuck..." he hissed feeling the intense pleasure that surrounded him as the younger wizard continued to please him orally.
It seemed that Blaise had been even more talented in the art of fellatio than even the seemingly insatiable Mrs. Potter as he had the masked wizard howling in new respect for his pleasurable mouth.
Snape didn't know how long the seemingly masterful younger wizard had been at it but he felt the familiar sensation of his impending release and did his best to keep his knees from buckling as it ripped through him and traveled into the waiting mouth of his former student.
Like a good boy Blaise lapped it up ensuring that not a drop escaped and the massive appendage had been as clean as when the masked wizard arrived. In appreciation for the skillful oral sex, Snape ran his hands through his former student's short hair.
"Fuck." he said trying to catch his wayward breath. "You might have the capacity to change a man's sexual preference just from experiencing your mouth alone."
Blaise smirked.
He'd not been into homosexual exchanges but merely played out his oral homoerotic fantasies whenever possible.
"I'm not really into such acts." he admitted to Snape as he got to his feet and began to dress in silence.
With a wave of his wand, he'd eliminated all traces of their various acts together as well as redressed himself. Snape took a moment before stuffing his spent cock back into his trousers and fixing his attire. He had not known what to make of this encounter with Zabini, but he wasn't going to be bringing it up to anyone any time soon.