Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Plan B	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10288 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters and universe belong to JK Rowling. I make no money from this.

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
*Rape warning*
Chapter 10
Lewd Fook tapped his fingers angrily on his desk. He'd just finished a meeting with one of his subordinates, who had admitted a rare failure. The damned new whore, 1390, was refusing to cower under Ministry control. Even an attempt at making him break the rules had failed. Fohquor, the man Fook had sent to try and make 1390 have sex and allow the client off without paying, had had to say he hadn't managed. Fook had seen the fury and humiliation in the other man's face – Fohquor had never failed before.
If only 1390 had fallen for the trap, like so many others. Then Fohquor would have been able to start blackmailing the whore (splitting the takings with Fook, of course) and keep him forever in fear of being discovered to have given a client a forbidden freebie.
So, instead, something else would have to be done to show this prostitute he was owned completely and totally by the Ministry.
***
In the week following his talk with Severus, Harry berated himself for all the things he'd done wrong, all the stupid things he'd said, and his idiocy in not carrying on kissing Snape. As much as he'd fantasied about the older man, he'd never really let himself even think that the teacher would be interested in such a troublesome ex-pupil. But now he saw that not only was the other wizard curious, he was willing to fight for Harry, he felt even more of a fool for not grabbing his chance when it had presented itself.
He resolved to not be such a coward if Severus ever came back.
Seven lonely days had passed. He'd spread his legs as requested by clients, hating the fact that he couldn't believe they were random people using Polyjuice, but instead were the men they pretended to be. Without that distance, he found it harder and harder to hide his disgust and self-loathing every time he heard the chink of money hit the plate and he had to wearily rise and clean himself off for the next paying customer.
***
He recognised the wand as being from a semi-regular client and knew what the man liked. He slid across Polyjuice potion laced with the appropriate hair before opening the door and smiling in greeting. The man was a minor Ministry official who had a thing about play-acting. Harry never minded – the man paid for a full hour and rarely managed more than one lot of sex.
“Oh, I'm sorry!” Harry gasped, falling into the role already. “I was about to take a shower. I'm so dirty.” He leaned forward and pulled the wizard in by his pale pink tie.
“Dirty, you say?” The man replied, voice a little strangled as his arousal grew. “Maybe I can help clean you?”
Harry tilted his head down in an embarrassed gesture. “It's my … um … ass that needs cleaning. It needs a good powerful filling.”
Tugging at his clothes so that they peeled away from him and seemed to leave an explosion of material on the floor, the client panted, “Get on the bed!”
Harry went. He lay on his back, spread his legs and looked through his thighs at the older wizard. One hand stroked over his skin, down to his entrance, and he circled it with one finger. “I need you to fill me,” he whispered, still playing the part this man liked.
Groaning a little at the sight, and cock twitching, the customer knelt on the bed. It dipped under his weight and Harry rolled a little towards him.
“Please,” Harry begged, “you have to help me.”
“I will,” the wizard said fervently, one hand stroking over the toned leg, over the knee and then to the inner thigh. His touch was pleasant enough but Harry never came from their encounters. The man, unlike Severus, was just a client to him.
After skimming his fingers over the soft flesh, the wizard pressed the legs further apart and peered down at the hole. It was always a little disconcerting for Harry when someone wanted to look at his ass.
“It looks filthy,” the man hissed. “You need a good filling with a thick hose.”
“I do,” Harry agreed, hoping he could keep the dirty talk going for long enough that the man only had time for one lot of sex. He waited, letting the wizard glide his fingers around the slick pucker. “Can't you help me?” he groaned. “Can't you do something?”
Smiling, the stranger moved so that he was kneeling between Harry's thighs. He pushed them even further apart, ignoring the pained expression on the whore's face, and rubbed his dick against the entrance. “Like this?” he gasped. “You need a thick hose like this cleaning you, don't you?”
Aching a little as his muscles protested, Harry nodded. “Yes,” he panted, increasing his breathing to sound aroused. “Yes.”
His legs were let go, and the man gripped his own dick. One free hand curled around Harry's hips, applying pressure until the whore was on his back, and he was held in place as the shaft was pushed into him. The wizard inside him was not overly large, his prick was long and slender, but Harry knew enough to pretend it was thick and satisfying. He arched his back as he was filled.
“Oh! It's so long! And so big!”
With his body possessed, his hips were shifted to the position the man liked him in – ass high in the air, impaled on the cock, thighs spread and wrapped around the client's waist, one hand curling into the blankets as though too aroused for thought, and his other hand hiding his flaccid dick from view – and then the thrusts began.
Again and again he felt the slide of the prick as it shifted most way from his body, then the hard push of it back inside, the balls swinging and brushing his ass each time. The stroking of his innards only made him miss Severus, miss how much pleasure he had got from lying with the man. This man slammed in and out of him in a steady rhythm but never came close to truly pleasuring Harry.
The rhythm began to falter as the pace picked up. His client was getting close. Harry clenched his ass a little when the cock filled him, hoping to hurry matters along a little. He had been being fucked for nearly twenty minutes now and his legs were starting to ache from being wrapped around this man. Still, twenty minutes was impressive staying power compared to Harry's usual clients. If he could get the man to come in the next ten minutes there wouldn't be enough time for the wizard to recover before his hour was up. But if he brought the man off too quickly, then there was a chance he'd get a second fuck, and he didn't want that.
It was a delicate balance. But his client lost control and ruined his plan. “Oh, fuck, yes! Take it you filthy whore!” the man screamed as his come jolted out of his cock and spattered into Harry. He sagged, sucking in lungfuls of breath, then eased himself out of the body he had used.
Harry let his legs drop, glad to relieve the ache, and whispered, “That was so good.”
Lying was easy. He had mastered it quite quickly as a whore. Now he was just worried about whether this man would manage an encore.
***
When a wand made from begonia dropped into the slot, he was wishing he could just run away and find Severus and beg him to give Harry another chance.
“Begonia, ten inches,” he said listlessly. He threw a glance at the bedside unit where his stock of Valetudo was stored. Since Snape's horror, he'd limited his doses to two a day, but still had to order the same amount as it would hardly do for the Ministry to realise he wasn't using the dangerous concoction.
Hearing the door close, he stopped wool-gathering and asked, “What would you like?”
“You, on the bed. Legs spread. Ministry inspection.”
Biting back the bile that rose in his throat, he quickly called to Kreacher for the hair he needed to transform into his 'own' self, drank the Polyjuice, and opened the door.
The man standing there looked as though he'd rather be anywhere else. His brown eyes roamed around the room and seemed to find it wanting. His gaze trailed up and down Harry's body and seemed to find that even more wanting. “On the bed,” he repeated, “I have better things to do, 1390.”
Pressing his lips together to stop himself snarling that he was a person, not just a number on some Ministry list, Harry obeyed. He lay on his back, thighs apart, knees up so his heels were flat on the bed and stared at the ceiling, hoping he wouldn't be hurt too badly. The sound of a zip made him look in the direction of his unwelcome visitor.
Trousers and underwear lowered, the official knelt between Harry's legs and pushed his sweaty dick in.
Harry gasped out, “No!” but was ignored.
Even as a sex worker he had the right to refuse a client if he so wished, although if he refused too many the Ministry would have wanted to know why. In his nine months as a whore, he'd never wanted to, until today. And now it made no difference as the prick forced its way inside his slick channel and hot balls pressed against his unwilling body.
Oh god no! Harry wailed in his mind as his hips were raised by tightly gripping fingers and he was pounded with no thought for his pleasure.
The man fucking him was on his knees, looking down and apparently enjoying seeing his cock disappearing again and again into Harry's unwilling body. He was panting a little; small grunts escaping him each time his prick slammed all the way in. His fingers dug in, sharp nails leaving crescent shaped wounds that blood oozed slowly out of.
Harry closed his eyes, unable to look at this man. He didn't even cover his shrivelled dick as he usually did when in this position. He was being fucked and he couldn't charge for it as Ministry officials threw a token into the bowl to confirm they had been on Ministry business. Hearing the other's hitching breath, hating how helpless he felt, he knew he had to escape. He made his mind focus on his first few days as a whore, when his main clients had been the workers upstairs. One or two of them had tried to claim 'Ministry business' by throwing tokens into the bowl, rather than pay him, but those had been rejected and some very embarrassed men had been forced to hand over money. In one case, one man hadn't had the funds and had had to leave a note allowing the money to be transferred from his vault to the prostitute's. After that, Harry had had no problems with the people upstairs trying to get free sex.
The man fucking him was grunting and seemed to be increasing in tempo.
Harry tried to abstract his mind again but he was all too aware of the stinging pain in his hips, the hot hard length pounding him, the balls swinging and slapping against his ass with each fast thrust, the hot flood of semen inside him. Fighting the urge to be sick, he rolled free, off the bed and opened the bedside cabinet. Inside he picked up a full bottle and an empty one and showed the man gasping on the bed the full bottle. Quickly palming it, he pulled the cork from the empty vial and pretended to drink. That done, he put both bottles in the cupboard and closed the door.
“Excuse me,” he said with the slightest hint of a wobble in his voice, “I need to clean and prepare myself for your inspection.”
The man watched as Harry left the room and called out for the whore to leave the door open so that the cleaning and preparing could be assessed.
Hating this petty official more and more, Harry complied. When he came back out he was relieved to see the other man had tucked his cock away and was standing by the bed. With gloves on, he was holding the putty that went into Harry's mouth. Submitting to this treatment with this man took more bravery than going to his own death had, but Harry docilely sat on the edge of the bed and opened his mouth. Feeling the customary panic as the gum began sliding down his throat, he looked at the man with desperate eyes, begging for the horrid stuff to be pulled out. Compounding the horror of the gel was his fear that somehow it would detect that he'd kissed Severus. He waited, unable to breathe.
At last it was over and the official then pushed Harry into a prone position and reached for the gel.
***
Twenty minutes later, body hurting, Harry lay alone on the bed. There was blood on his thighs as usual, and his cock and balls were red and swollen with pain. Salty tears leaked from his eyes onto the bed and he couldn't make himself move. As much as he knew what he was and what he did for a living, he had always had the choice to say no. Having a man simply push into him and not consider whether Harry was willing or not made him feel powerless; even more powerless than receiving torture at the hands of the Ministry.
Pulling his scattered thoughts together, he glanced at the wand slot, hoping to see the wand Snape used, but the slot remained empty. Swiping his arms across his eyes, Harry staggered to the bathroom and started healing himself.
Exiting, he saw a length of wood in the slot. Please be Severus, please be Severus he begged in his mind, lip trembling.
“P – Pine. Fourteen inches.” he said, unable to keep the quiver from his voice.
Barely had the door into the antechamber shut than he was wrenching open his own door and throwing himself into Snape's arms, sobs racking his still transformed frame.
Baffled by the sudden display of emotion, Severus held onto the younger man and walked him into the room, shut the door, and made it to the bed. “This isn't because I've been away from you a week, surely?”
Harry sniffled and explained about the visit he'd just received.
“I am going to kill those bastards,” was Snape's comment. He let Harry pull himself together before he began speaking. During his week away he had bought every book on law he had been able to find, had obtained copies of the rules surrounding the regulation of sex workers, purloined documents from any where he had been able to, and had digested them all. He was now the foremost expert on sex workers in the wizarding world. And what he had learned was very interesting and definitely at odds with what Harry had been told and what was being done in the Ministry's name.
Holding the distressed young man and thinking vengeful thoughts, Snape began relating what he had discovered. “I'll start with Valetudo. When concerns began to arise about sex workers carrying or transmitting STMDs, a number of different remedies were considered. Valetudo was rejected quite early on; however, when no other potion was viable, they came back to Valetudo and allowed that it could be used, only if diluted using a number of extra ingredients so that it was only a sixth as strong as usual. I'm sure what you are given is pure. But I would have to taste some to know.”
Without speaking, Harry arose and pulled out a vial. Severus uncorked it, sniffed, and let the barest amount touch his tongue. He winced and quickly re-corked the bottle.
“Yes, that's full strength. The effects of the potion are well known at the Ministry, and it is clear that what is supplied must be the diluted form. Clearly, they don't want sex workers around for long, as it means a steady supply of new men and women to take advantage of.”
Despite his own abysmal treatment, Harry was interested. “What else have you found out?”
Snape gave a small smile. “So very much.” He moved his fingers over the naked back and asked, “How long until the Polyjuice wears off?”
Harry looked surprised, he'd forgotten he wasn't wearing his own face. “Erm, forty minutes, give or take. Why?”
“I would enjoy climaxing within your body if you feel capable. But your body, not someone else's.”
Blushing, Harry replied, “O – Of course. But 'til then, tell me what you've learnt.”
Snape rose and opened the wardrobe. He eyed the collection of items there. “Do you get much demand to wear Death Eater robes?”
“Not much, but sometimes I get Aurors who want me to be one so they can 'capture' me and fuck me into submission.”
Severus snorted and then ran his hands over the slutty versions of Hogwarts uniforms in the wardrobe. “I imagine slutty ex-Hogwarts students is popular?”
“A little. But as I refuse to become a minor, I don't do as much business in those as you might think.”
Shaking his head, Severus selected the plain black trousers and threw them in Harry's direction. “Put some clothes on. I'm fed up of talking to you while you're naked.”
Dressing, the younger man settled on his side on the bed and asked for the third time, “Tell me.”
Aware that he had stalled as long as possible, he returned to the bed, and lay on it facing Harry. “The Ministry told you that they can fine you up to ten thousand galleons if your reason for leaving this exciting and glamorous job did not meet with their approval...”
Harry smiled at the description of his life. It seemed so right to be lying here, facing Severus, and feeling a hand stroking along his side and thigh as he was lectured.
“Well, I've found out that the last six people in your position were each fined when they tried to leave. No matter the reason given – ill health, finding true love, whatever it was, the Ministry refuse to accept it is a suitable reason and applied the fine. And in true governmental style it shafted the poor workers. If they had over ten thousand in their accounts, then ten thousand was taken. If they had under ten thousand, guess how much was removed?”
“Every last knut?” Harry asked, a bitter taste in his mouth.
“Psychic,” Snape said and stroked the soft light brown hair. “Indeed. So, those poor sods were trapped. One had asked to leave because she was literally dying. But when she lost that much money she had to carry on. She died three days after her fine went through, and she died under a client.”
Clapping a hand over his mouth, Harry forced the bile in his mouth back into his stomach. “That's foul!” he gasped, throat burning with acid.
“I agree. As to the inspection you went through today, that too went against the regulations set down. The mouth putty is to be placed in your mouth for no longer than seven seconds. That is enough time to gain an imprint of your mouth and detect any sores or whether you have kissed recently. Any longer and the stuff starts to ooze down your throat, as you experienced. The gel that they use has been banned in every country because of the damage it does to the skin, and the Ministry, according to their own rules, have to use a different version of the lotion. Finally, the – the ...” he stopped, unable to find a way to delicately describe the final part of the test.
Harry helped him out, “The ass lacerator?”
Mouth in a tight, angry line, the older wizard nodded. “As it is such a dangerous piece of equipment, the details about how it is to be used are very precise. Tugging it out with the blades still extended is against every single piece of advice in the rule book.”
“And yet every time I've been checked, that's what has happened,” Harry said bitterly.
“I believe you, and I can't forgive those bastards for torturing you and other workers like you for their own amusement. And as for the fucker who forced himself on you, that is against the rules too.”
“I should be grateful I suppose,” Harry said angrily, “that he was the first Ministry bastard I came across who wanted to fuck me.”
Still fuming over Harry's mistreatment, Severus went on, “The only bit of good news is the law regarding relationships. It is a very poorly written law, and that works to our favour. It states that no sex worker may begin a relationship with someone who was their client first.”
“Which means you,” Harry pointed out.
“No. I was not your client first. I was your teacher first. And a teacher-student relationship is still a relationship. It isn't what they meant in the law, but it is the word of the law that counts, not what they intended.”
“We can … be together?!” Harry sounded incredulous but the grin on his face left the other man with no doubt as to his feelings.
“If you so wish.”
“God, you're such an ass sometimes! Of course I 'so wish'!” Harry leaned in to kiss Severus, but the older man gently pushed him away.
“Not whilst you're still wearing another man's face.”
“Oh. Right.” Fighting down his disappointment, Harry pressed his forehead to the other man's chest so that the tears threatening to fall did not show. With his face still hidden, Harry listened as Snape went on, not only hearing the words, but feeling the rumble of the voice in the chest.
“Now, as you are still not yourself, we may as well discuss the next steps. If you trust me, you could move most of your earnings into my mother's vault. That way when you say you wish to leave, there will be almost nothing to take from you.
“I would also recommend you arrange an appointment with Shacklebolt to make him aware of the the abuses going on, as believe me, the 'nominal rent' you are paid is not what was intended by that emergency law. The purpose behind it was to ensure that where there were two conflicting people after space, the priority was given to the Ministry and the person doing the renting out couldn't profit from the demand by hiking the price. It was certainly never meant to do decent people out of fair rents.
“As for our own situation of being two males, I am still rather at a loss about how to change society's mind.”
Harry had been listening but also thinking, and suddenly inspiration came to him. “You said the people who visit me will generally not use Polyjuice, right?” He looked into Snape's face.
“Indeed.”
“Well, is there any way we can use my experiences of the past nine months to … erm … encourage co-operation from some of the more respected wizards?”
“You mean blackmail them?”
“No! No, just point out that if I go to trial for being in a same sex relationship, and what I've been doing for the past nine months comes up, I may have to share some of my memories, and who knows if the correct ones will come to the fore or whether I'll unwittingly let slip something damaging?”
Severus Snape then gave Harry the greatest compliment he could think of, “You should have been in Slytherin.”
“Please tell me I've changed back,” Harry begged, “I want to kiss you so badly.”
“Not quite yet,” Snape replied, looking just as frustrated as the younger man. “We've … er … rather focused on the external problems, but haven't once addressed what this relationship is to be.”
Harry looked surprised. “I thought that was obvious? We fuck as much as we can until we're both too tired to move!”
“That's all?” Snape asked, although his prick was digging into his trousers as if to say 'That's quite enough!' “You want someone to sleep with that feels good?”
“What – what else did you intend?” Harry asked, wide eyed and unsure. “I've never really had a proper relationship. Even Ginny and I ended before things went too far.” Neville, as wonderful as it had been with Neville - and to call himself Neville's boyfriend - had only been a physical connection.
Snape's face closed down, and no hint of emotion leaked out.
“Please,” Harry pleaded, “remember what I am, what I do to survive. I don't know anything except the physical side. What else would you expect me to say? If you want there to be more than just that then don't shut down because you're afraid I'll hurt you. I won't, not deliberately, but I can't prevent that if you aren't open with me.”
Rolling onto his back so that he wasn't looking at the other man, Severus said softly, “I told you I spent six months looking for you. That wasn't just because I find you physically attractive. Although, of course, I do. I was looking for you because I found my life feeling rather empty without a certain impulsive, stubborn idiotic young man in it making my existence so difficult and yet so much more meaningful.”
“You – you really like me?” Harry whispered it, scared to be told Severus meant nothing of the sort.
“I would like to be a part of your life, not just the man you turn to for sex.” The sentence was said so quietly, and yet Harry had never heard anything so beautiful and meaningful in his life.
“I lo - like you too,” Harry breathed, kissing Snape's earlobe. Judging by his abruptly worsening vision, he was returning to his real form.
“Oh thank Merlin!” Severus breathed, seeing black hair, and grabbed Harry. He pulled almost painfully on the younger man and they kissed eagerly, both having waited so long that they were ready to climax with barely a touch.
***
Thunderbird - glad you liked this chapter. I did come close to putting in the bit about the birthday card earlier on when Harry's birthday came up, but I didn't as it was a deliberate choice to leave Harry isolated for as long as possible. Plus I was trying to not make it blindingly obvious that this was going to be Snarry (that failed!). Thanks for liking the Shrieking Shack flash back.
LadyRaven - Yes, there was a lot in that chapter, but I think we all needed it to just take a breather from the misery that is Harry's situation. As for the whole suicide thing. I didn't intend that interpretation, just meant it as this was where Severus had been tricked into going by Sirius, and where Lupin nearly killed him. (And for which Dumbledore did what to Sirius? You know, the more I think about the books the more I hate Dumbledore!) But, if you want to feel he had depression, then do so. It certainly could be the case. I'm glad you got some warm fuzzies. I'm loving the confusion about the pine! SP
- 9
- 10
- 11
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Plan B