FOR SERVICES RENDERED

Chapter Five


Severus stayed with the clan for two more days. This was longer than he had planned, and he still wanted to leave before the weekend. It was almost as though having Farid as a slave made him an honorary member of the group. And Severus, privately, did not consider it much of an honour. The longer he spent with the clan, the more repelled he was with some of their customs, especially the way they treated their slaves.

And yet, despite his avowed distaste, Severus knew that once he returned to Hogwarts, Farid would no longer be able to follow him everywhere, naked and available; he would not be able to ram his cock inside him or come into his mouth and be sucked to completion whenever he wished. He was becoming enthralled by the pleasure of ownership, intoxicated by the power he held over another human being - a pliant, well-trained and, apparently willing, human being. Whether or not he wished to claim this darker side of himself, Severus now knew that he indeed had one. (Rearranged the words a bit in the last sentence)

Yusuf had insisted on spending yesterday morning revealing to Severus how to get the best out of his slave, showing him proudly how well their animals were trained. That morning was one that Severus would long remember with horror, regret and a loathsome thrill of pleasure.

He was given a tour round the “kennels” where the slaves were kept, and it was a sight that, even years afterwards, was engraved on his soul. The place was dull grey stone, and it was cold, so cold. One room was lined with cages that, while empty now, had obviously been used frequently in the past. Now that the vampires bred their own muggles, they did not go searching much anymore in the local villages; they did not have to “break the slaves in” as they had been trained to serve their demanding masters from birth.

Farid was one of the last free humans that had ever been captured. Severus was proudly shown the cage that Farid had spent a lot of his time in before, as Yusuf told him, he was broken to the whip. The cage was bare, bleak. Iron bars, even on the floor, ensured that it could be hosed clean, because sometimes slaves spent weeks in them only being taken out to be fucked or beaten. Farid, Yusuf remembered fondly, had taken several months to break down in spirit, but they had done it in the end, and look what a good slave he was now.

Farid had followed them as he must, but his terror of the benighted place was evident to Severus in every line of his body; he kept his eyes directed firmly on the floor and did not even take the tiny peeks at the world that Severus had become accustomed to seeing from his inquisitive boy. The thought of the days, the weeks, that this boy had spent here, frightened and alone, chilled Severus to the very core of his heart.

The room that adjoined the kennels was obviously used for punishment and was filled with racks crammed with whips and paddles, plugs and chains. First, Yusuf called Farid forward using a series of signals, which he encouraged Severus to learn. He took the boy through a number of learned positions: full submission, half kneel, sitting kneel. On and on it went, each pose was designed to expose different parts of Farid’s anatomy for his Master’s pleasure and the boy performed each flawlessly, time and time again, as the master vampire showed off his skills to Severus.

Then Yusuf walked over to one bench and spoke in rapid Kazakh to Farid, who immediately fell to his knees, crawled over to it and clambered up on to the lower step. He obviously knew this object well, as he reached over the middle part, stretching his hands up until his cuffs were parallel with the bar on the back of the frame; it was a big stretch for Farid: his arms and back were pulled taught and his arse exposed.

Yusuf bent over then and secured Farid’s wrists to the top bar and his ankles to the straps embedded in the bench on which he was kneeling, cruelly spreading his legs wide and stretching Farid’s body as tight as a bow. Once the slave was secure, he ran a hand over the tight little arse and squeezed, whispering a command under his breath, so that Farid’s cock engorged and stood erect, thick and full, pressed against the bench.

“What do you think you are doing?” Severus demanded as his slave waited trapped and prepared for whatever was to come next.

“I am showing you how to keep slave in order,” Yusuf said coldly. He turned his ice blue eyes on Severus then said, “You have had him four days already, and his arse is not red; there no marks of any kind on him. If you do not beat him, mark him, then he will not know he belong to a strong master and will try to rebel.”

Then he smirked at Severus, "But I will let you chose the whip, just make it strong one." Severus was under no illusion that the master vampire was asserting his authority; he had given Farid to Severus, but he wanted Severus to know that he had authority over him, as well. The only reason that he had not been turned on his first day amongst them, he thought, was that this vampire had given his word to Dumbledore, and he liked to think of himself as an honourable man. Then Severus had helped him when he was in agony after being trapped outside at dawn. It had only been for a few seconds, but that had been enough to blister him horribly, and Severus had soothed his pain. So for that, for services rendered, Severus had his gratitude.

But Yusuf was about to inflict pain on what belonged to him, and Severus was deeply unhappy. However, he had survived for as long as he had amongst Voldemort’s minions, by being good at hiding his distaste, and he was not about to risk his and Farid’s safety by disagreeing with an alpha vampire, keen to assert his authority. So he formed his features in to a mask of polite interest and coolly drawled to the vampire as he strolled over to a particularly nasty looking collection.

“And which implement would you suggest we use, Yusuf?” Severus inquired, running a long-fingered hand along the assembled instruments of torture.

Yusuf smiled, “I suggest the whip on the end. It easy to wield, mark beautifully and hurt like fucking hell.” And, once again, he threw back his head and laughed at his own wit.

Then he went to the selection of butt plugs that were invitingly displayed nearby. Choosing a thick red one, he spread it with lubricant and, without any further preparation, screwed it firmly into the whimpering boy’s hole, saying as he did so, “This make him open for your pleasure later. No need to prepare, hmm?”

Severus took the item that Yusuf had suggested and brought it over to the vampire, presenting it to him handle first.

Yusuf smiled more widely. “This animal great fun to whip; he try not to cry out, so it challenge to make him. And he always howl and beg me to stop before I finish.”

With that, he lifted the hand that held the whip and brought it down on the boy tied with such force that the air sang with the noise of it, and a huge red welt blossomed on Farid’s backside. True to Yusuf’s assertion, Farid made not a sound and it took three more thwacks before he even grunted. The vampire was enjoying himself now, and he struck Farid harder and harder and faster and faster and Severus was disturbed to find his cock growing harder too, as the grunts became whimpers and the whimpers became pleas. After twenty or so, Farid was weeping and begging.

He was unable to squirm, unable to even move his arse, as he was all but skinned by the brutal whip being used to viciously beat him. Finally, at twenty five, when the slave was screaming for mercy, Yusuf stopped and smiled at Severus once again, indicating the tell tale hardness in Severus’s trousers. “I see this you do enjoy. If you take him now, his arse all hot and the pleasure of it, English Wizard, having a well whipped trembling slave beneath your cock is bliss like nothing else.” And he licked the blood coated whip with evident pleasure, before dropping it casually to the floor. He leaned forward, only to place a jar of lubricant into Severus’ hand, before turning and swiftly leaving the room.

Severus told himself afterwards that he did what he did next to accede to Yusuf’s demands. But the truth was that he was incredibly turned on; Farid’s arse was red and bleeding as he wept softly and moaned to himself, maintaining his erection throughout the ordeal. Severus just wanted to be inside him there and then; he quickly removed the plug and tossed it aside, determined to replace it with his own aching sex. He undid his trousers, slathered his penis and placed the weeping cock at Farid’s entrance. Unable to contain himself any longer, with one thrust he was buried deep inside the slave, who was indeed trembling just as Yusuf had promised. When Severus had entered him, he screamed again, and as Severus pounded into him, he continued to cry out and beg for mercy

His backside and thighs were red and hot, and Severus could not help touching them, running his fingers along the raised welts, fascinated by the pattern that Yusuf had created.

He could feel the pressure building rapidly in his cock and was soon crying out himself at the pleasure of it. The blood was pumping in his head, and he felt that he would explode. With one final cry he came, shuddering, buried deep inside his slave. Breathing deeply from the exertion of it all, he leaned forward and whispered to Farid, “Come my own. Come for Master. Now.” And well trained as he was, Farid came once again on his master’s command.

When Severus untied him, Farid’s legs were shaking too much for him to be able to stand, never mind walk, so Severus swept him up into his strong arms and carried the sobbing, shivering boy to his chamber. As he walked, members of the clan smiled and clapped him on the back, congratulating him on bringing about such compliance in his slave. Farid buried his head against his master’s neck, making his shirt all wet with his tears.

Severus did not know what to feel. As he gently washed his slave in the large bath, he soothed his sobs and dried his tears with one of the soft fluffy towels that were always available. As he ate lunch, Farid knelt at his feet, his arse too sore for even the softest cushion. Because he was still trembling with shock, Severus fed him kindly from his own hand. The feeling of possession that had been nurtured in him grew ever stronger, as Farid looked at him with large puzzled eyes while he kissed away the remaining tears. Then he carried the boy to the bed and gently laid him on his front. He took out some salve that he had made from comfrey and scented with roses and rubbed it into the welts with tender ministrations, shushing Farid’s gasps of pain.

He climbed on the bed beside Farid and enfolded the boy’s naked form against his own clothed body. Careful not to let the boy’s sore arse touch the covers, even though they were silk, he soothed and shushed his slave. His mind was racing: how wrong it was to find such pleasure in another’s pain; how proud he was of Farid for taking such punishment; how gratified he was that the boy was still able to turn to him for comfort in such a sweet compliant way, even though he had caused him such hurt. Severus knew that if he did not leave soon, he would be lost, as he was becoming more and more drawn in to this world even as it repelled him. A few days more and Severus would never want to leave; a little longer here and he would be wielding the whip with the same harshness as Yusuf had done.

Severus realised, all at once, that the clan did not force wizards to turn to them. Bit by bit, they sucked them into their culture until rape and torture and slavery seemed to be normality and could be justified and enjoyed. He had done that himself, after all, and not just once. After seeing the joy that the freedom of being able to feed himself had given Farid, he had taken it away. After allowing him to dine as an equal, he had reminded him of his inequality. And after promising himself that he would never hurt him again, he had stood by and watched him being savagely whipped and then taken great delight in fucking him as hard as he could.

It was too enticing being in this place. Just a few steps more and Severus would be lost to the dark, and then Farid, his sweet, pliant boy, would be lost too. So, as Farid’s juddering breaths soothed to the even ones of sleep, he promised himself and his slave that tomorrow they would leave for home.