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ASP: Lord of Death	By : Vivianna-Moonshadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Albus Severus/Scorpius Views: 6353 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5: Training part 1
   The next morning when Al woke up, he was so sore that sitting up was almost impossible. It took him a good 5 minutes to sit all the way up that he didn’t notice Gregory sitting in the chair watching him. Gregory was smoking a large cigar that made the room smoky and smelly; he took a long drag and thumped the ashes onto the floor as he exhaled the smoke.
   “Who was with you last night?” His accent was thicker this morning.
   “He said his name was Alex. He… Wasn’t very nice,” was all Al could manage. If he said anymore, he was going to cry. He stood up with a great effort, and came to sit in the chair opposite Gregory, trying not to cough.
   “Not him, the other one; the one that fixed you up. And don’t worry, Alex has been taken care of by your new friend.” Gregory thumped more ash and poured Al some water and handed him a plate with a sandwich on it: peanut butter.
   “I don’t know, he didn’t say his name, just that I would be safe.” Al drank and ate while Gregory finished the cigar.
   “Well, is that all?”
    Al Nodded.
    “Finish eating. We start when you are done with your food and business. So be quick, I want to get this over with.” Gregory got up and walked away. “I will check on you in 15 minutes; be ready.”
   Al finished doing his business with time to spare, so in the time left, he took the bandages from around his chest. They hurt badly and stung as he peeled them off his back. They came away dark with old blood. As he looked over his shoulder at his back he realized it was already scabbed over and healing fast, that salve was fast working.
   Gregory came in and looked at Al’s back, shook his head and lead Al out of the room and into the room with the chain again. As Al entered the room, he noticed it was different. The chain hung lower and it was a different chain; it was spiked and it gave Al chills just looking at it.
   “Don’t worry about that. It is the next lesson; just getting it ready. Come here Little Prince, I need to adjust the height.” Al walked over and Gregory held Al’s arms over his head and lightly placed the spiked chain around his wrists and pulled the chain up so that it was pulling him up. The chain was so sharp that just that little tug was enough to nick Al’s hand and draw a thick drop of blood. He gasped and jerked back which only cut deeper. Gregory just sighed, and once the adjustments were made he washed and wrapped the cut.
   “It will be worse tomorrow; get used to it. You will get more than little cuts from this before we are done, but we will work on your legs today. As you know, it will hurt; I have no expectations that you won’t scream today. You will bleed as well. If you don’t faint I will be surprised. All your training will get worse from here on out; if you try to fight or escape, that will only make it worse on yourself.” Gregory was moving things around on a table by a small chair.
   “You know my family will come for me. They will find me,” Al managed to sputter out. “I don’t need to escape. They will rescue me.”
   “True, but it is my job to condition you for the future. I am to do what I do, and make you like it, until then.”
   “How are you going to make me like this? This is awful. I hate it and it scares me.” Al was shaking and afraid, but he wanted to know what was going to happen to him. He almost regretted speaking, but his dad always told him to be brave.
   Gregory bent down and grabbed Al’s face, and pulled him close. He gave a small smile and then kissed Al. He was so surprised and that he gasped, which opened his mouth enough for Gregory to slip his tongue in. Al tried to push him back, and Gregory’s hot wet tongue invaded his mouth, but he was too strong. And after a little while Al did start to like it; Gregory was talented and he was stroking Al’s shoulders now.
   Al was really liking this; he could taste the cigar. He liked the feel of Gregory’s hot tongue, the pressure of his lips, and the strong arms on his shoulders, moving him. As he was moved around, he wiggled his legs and his eyes rolled at the friction there. Gregory skillfully sat him down in the chair while still kissing him. Al couldn’t sit comfortably with the pressure on his groin; he whimpered a little and shifted in the seat. Al heard Gregory pick something up and then felt him tug at the top on Al’s pants. Al hesitated for a moment, but it felt too good and it relieved the restraints of his pants a little.
   Then Al felt something cold against his belly and jumped. Looking down he saw it was a very sharp looking knife. He gasped as Gregory faced it outward and ripped his pants clean off.
   “You won’t need those for a while.” Gregory whispered before bringing Al’s mouth back to his gently. He didn’t really want to, but it felt good and Gregory wasn’t hurting him yet, so he let himself fall back into the kiss.
   He let out a gasp and a whimper as Gregory touched his penis. It felt almost too good. He moaned as he started to slowly stroke him. Al gripped the chair beneath him for dear life as he moaned and groaned. Gregory stroked a little faster and it made Al’s hips jerk and twitch, wanting more.
    The tip of his short dick was aching with need, but Al didn’t know what for. Everything was so intense; every stroke was making him jump and moan. Gregory was whetting Al’s cock wet with the little droplets that came from the tip, his hand was making slick, slippery sounds as he pumped his hand up and down.
    He felt like he was going to explode and then Gregory just slowed down, when all Al wanted was him to speed up. Al was gasping between kisses and he finally had to break off and beg for him to speed up. Al felt like he would die of embarrassment. He kept his eyes shut tight, but they snapped open as Gregory picked up his pace. Al threw his head back and gave loud gasps as the feeling in his cock got better.
   “Is this was the little Prince wants?” Gregory asked almost demanding an answer from him, squeezing hard as he asked.
   “God yes,” Al moaned loud, “Please don’t stop.” He shut his eyes tight again and pumped his hips up to meet Gregory’s hand.
   “Is the Little Prince going to cum for me?” His voice was close to Al’s face; it caused spasms in Al’s stomach and dick.
   “I don’t know; it feels so good.” Al gasped and pumped his hips more, his cock felt like it was going to explode. It felt hot and tight and slick.
   Gregory laughed, “Give yourself over to it. Don’t reach for it, let it come to you,” he sighed as he kissed Al deeply.
   Al moaned into the kiss and tried to let go, but it was hard; all he wanted was this feeling, but also an end to it. He didn’t know what to do. As Gregory stuck his tongue back in his mouth, he felt his cock getting tighter and tighter, the pressure was heaven and hell at the same time. He pushed hard against Gregory’s hand and he pumped faster than ever. Al let out a loud gasp as he mind went soaring, his vision blazed white and he dug his fingers into Gregory’s shoulders and white hot spurts of pleasure came for the tip of his cock.
   He was still gasping and pumping his hips, head back on the chair, when he felt something cool on his leg. Then, as he was still riding his first orgasm, Gregory pulled and tightened the spiked chain around his thigh. He pulled hard and Al screamed as the spikes dug into his leg and drew deep red wells of blood.
   The great feeling of his orgasmic high was gone as he grabbed his leg and gasped. His head was still swimming but it now spun from the sight of his bleeding leg. He felt himself losing consciousness; before he passed out he felt Gregory kiss him again and laugh, then the world when black.
   When Al woke up, he had no idea how long he had been out. He was back on his little pile of straw. His leg was cleaned, but the chain remained there. When he tried to move it he was met with horrible pain and had to wait a long time for it to ebb away.
   “Don’t worry; it will not kill you, that. It was used long ago by Catholic priests to remind them of their oaths to God and to keep them on their path.” It was the man from last night. He was standing in the corner, just watching Al. It unnerved Al, but also made him feel safe. This man had gotten rid of Alex for him and had helped him before. Al enjoyed the soft timbre of his voice.
   “I have a feeling our mutual acquaintance has other plans for it though. He does care for you in some way though; that is why I haven’t a desire to kill him yet.” He moved out of the corner and came to sit beside Al. He examined Al’s leg with sharp blue eyes and lightly touched the red and bruised flesh, causing Al to gasp and moan.
   “I apologize. I was just checking for infection. As much as I hate that bloody wolf, he does a fantastic job of cleaning a wound.” Al watched in suspicion as the man slowly dabbed Al’s leg with medicine. Al tried not to jerk or move; it was hard, but he did it.
   “Who are you? And why are you helping me?” Al asked him as he waited for the pain to go away.
   “Ah, my name is Svelen. The other question is harder to answer, but I will tell you in small bits. The wolf only knows I have been here by my scent. he does not like me, but they kind of tricked me and my master into helping their cause. They told him that there would be a powerful and just leader coming. They told him that they were done with their dark ways and needed help raising this new Lord to power.”
He paused and looked sad, staring down at his hands and gave a low sigh.
   “But it did not turn out the way my master thought. However, he followed along with them trying to figure out what they were up to. Now that we know, we are trying to help you get out of here but it is slow going, and I apologize for that. Your parents are looking for you. You need to know that.”
   Al’s heart gave a jump, tears sprang to his eyes. But then a thought crept into his mind, and he had to voice it, “How do I know this isn’t a trick? If you are just here to make me think they are so that I’m good?”
Svelen gave a small sigh and looked at Al with those sad eyes again.
   “Have they already hurt your trust so much?” He shook his head. “I am not here to dash your hopes, only to protect you as much as I can.” He laid his hand on Al’s shoulder and gave it a light squeeze.
   “Sleep now little one, you are going to need your strength.” He got up and walked to the door and then faster than Albus could catch, he was gone. Al looked around the room, but he was nowhere to be found.
   Al was too stunned to sleep, “What is that guy? I don’t really trust him,” Al thought to himself. After a good look at his leg he realized that tomorrow was going to be awful if he was expected to walk with that thing. He moved himself to a slightly more comfortable position and fell into an uneasy sleep.

AN: Sorry about the wait, Working on the end of another fic and have writers block on that one. the next chap of this will take a little longer because of that.
But hope you guys liked this new chap
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