Chapter 2

He could hear chains rattling in the distance as he returned to the dungeon-like basement. A musty smell surrounded him, and he smiled, reawakening the monster below his naval.

Stupid Lucius! Why would he interrupt his master at this time? The fact that Lucius, nor anyone else, knew what was going on never crossed Harry's mind. The wretched man would pay later; right now Harry was busy.

Heavy, pained breathing reached his ears, making him grin again. He loved doing this, especially to Severus. The man had such a high horse sometimes, with him it felt even better than usual to dominate someone in such a way.

He held out his pale, spidery hand clutched around his wand and lazily thought, Incendio! First one, two, then three candles lit, illuminating the only other person in the room.

Severus Snape, naked, suspended by rotting chains from the unseen ceiling flinched away from the light. The red that streaked his pale, thin body glistened in the flickering flame just like the beaded sweat that arose from screaming and twisting. The metal cuffs cut deeply into his wrists, streaking blood all down his arms, and his forehead was sorely scraped from the unforgiving stone he had been pressed against. His muscles ached from tensing, jumping, and stretching so much. His toes, barely balanced, held most of his weight. Severus was painfully aware of the plastic, constricting ring that encircled the base of his penis. Throbbing ran through his veins from the thing inside his body that continuously forced more of his blood to run down the back of his legs... again.

"My Severus, what do we have left to do?" Harry asked in amusement, his voice higher and colder than usual.

Severus took a labored breath and quickly gasped, "Everything, Master." Harry smiled. He reached out a finger and ran it down the others slick chest. Severus trembled against his will. The hand continued lower to his naval and further down. The long scratches starting at the plastic ring down to the head of his length were proof he had reason to be afraid. Harry waved his wand, and as Severus gasped through no pleasure at all, he was hard in Harry's hand, blood dripping from the end. Pale fingers enclosed around him, and it was all Severus could do not to scream.

Minutes later he was turned around and smashed into the cold stone wall. Harry could see how tightly shut the other man's eyes were as he tried to block everything out; Severus didn't want to see the three candles, the rusty chains, the frigged, almost black stone, and especially not the unnatural skin that slid over his flesh.

Harry ran his hands lower and cupped the firm backside. Severus' entire body shook in anticipation as the hands dipped lower between his legs.

An unnerving scream shot through the air. Harry had ripped the spiky, flat, dark blue toy out of Severus. Blood free-flowed down the man's legs. Harry was inescapably hard at the sight.

He pressed up against his victim, wrapping his arms around and smothering his chest, unkindly squeezing his nipples until blood oozed out and streaked his skin. Harry fit himself first against Severus' bleeding sac, relishing in the sting he knew that was flooding the other man's body.

Finally, as Severus knew what must come again for this to be over, Harry lined the head of his erection up against Severus' entrance. Slowly he slid in only a little ways. He heard painful noises and knew Severus was fighting not to scream. Little pride though he had now, Severus would not give the monster that satisfaction.

To his horror Harry didn't continue but pulled back out. He shut his eyes tight and took a deep breath.

Harry embedded his entire penis in a single thrust.

A scream ripped though the air so violently it made Harry quiver.

God, he craved this. He needed this. Bella was good for a fix, but she always enjoyed it no matter what he did to her, but Severus, he hated it possibly more than anything else, which made it even more thrilling to order him to say he wanted and needed what his master did to him. Yet still even better was imagining the look on the old man's face as he patched up his loyal Severus again.

Faster and faster Harry pumped, jamming harshly into Severus' prostate, making the prisoner wither and try to pull away, though the chains, stone wall, and sheer weakness of his body would never allow it. Bony hands wrapped around his forced erection and tugged at the cuts on his balls so he would squirm in pain.

Harry jerked around purposely, sinking his teeth into Severus' shoulder, sucking all the blood that rose to the surface. He pumped faster- harder, harder-faster to all of Severus' gasps, struggles, and salty tears he could no longer hold back.

"Stop," whispered Severus in a very unusually high voice, his head tilted up towards the chains, "Master, stop, please."

He had been wonderful to his pride at first like all the other times, never struggling, crying, saying anything. No emotion what-so-ever crossed his face or body, but the remark his master made before speaking with Lucius weakened him greatly. Count in that with the humiliation, flashbacks, and pain he now felt, most people would be surprised his mind didn't implode, especially after hours of this, starting hardly thirty minutes after Potter left him to think about gruesome memories and where Tobias might be now. It was all he could do not to bust out in full blown tears and beg, but Severus Snape always had some control if not all.

"What?" gasped Harry wanting him to plead and beg.

"Please stop, Master, please."

The urgent note purposely put there set Harry off. He could feel it coming, coming...

Harry rolled off his bed, wrapped in sheets and covered in sweat, and vomited again and again before a single thought branded his brain: he needed to get to Dumbledore; they had to save Snape.