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Black Dog	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4222 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the characters nor the settings. I make no profit from this story.

Chapter List
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AN: A bit of smut action and BDSM in this one. :) Hope you enjoy.

Chapter Five: The Song Remains the Same

Sirius knocked on the door and waited with one hand in his pocket, he glanced up at the building and took in it’s neat, new exterior. He was nervous about his appointment but he had to do it, he had to have his music heard. The door opened revealing Tim in all his glory, he was wearing a blond wig with a tight black dress. “Ah, excellent!” He said and pulled the door open fully. “Come on in Honey.”

Sirius stepped over the threshold and entered into a well lit hall way, a small table stood by the door with a vase of fresh flowers on it. “Nice place.” He said absently.

“I know.” Tim drew Sirius into the living room and sat him in a seat. “Now then, my investor will be arriving at seven, we need to get you ready.”

“What will that involve exactly?” Sirius leaned back as Tim hung over him.

“Oh, it won’t hurt! Just a little make-over.”

“Make-over?” Sirius arched an eyebrow in curiosity. “Why? What’s wrong with the way I look?”

Tim sighed. “Don’t get me wrong Honey you’re gorgeous, it’s just that this man is very…particular about his…pets.”

“Pets?” Sirius stood up suddenly. “What’s that mean? I’m not doing anything weird!”

“No, it’s not weird, Sirius darling.” Tim assured him as he gently guided him back into the hall, he took Sirius upstairs and into a large bedroom. It was meticulously neat with cotton sheets on the large double bed and fresh flowers on the side board. “Now then, sit down and I will get you ready.” He smiled happily as he bustled about the room, Sirius sat down on the bed still feeling nervous. Tim rummaged around in a wardrobe and withdrew some wrapped packages, these he threw onto the bed. “Now then, take a shower and get changed. I will be waiting downstairs for the finishing touches.”

Sirius sighed and pushed fingers through his hair as he was shown the bathroom, he showered and washed his hair before getting out and drying himself off. Once dry he wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the first package, what he saw made him recoil slightly. “For god’s sake!” He exclaimed suddenly. What Tim deemed ‘clothing’ was, in actual fact, little more than a few studded leather straps that wound around the chest. The other package contained a pair of seat-less leather trousers and a studded jock strap. He gazed at the items with mixed curiosity and disgust, he didn’t want to wear them but what choice did he have really? He reached for the straps and held them up to the light. “Well…I guess I’m too far in to back out now.” He muttered to himself. “Come on, Siri, get your shit together. It’s just BDSM…” He shivered and bit down on the inside of his cheek before forcing his concerns aside and putting the garments on. He stood for a moment before the full length mirror on the inside of Tim’s expansive wardrobe, turning to one side and then the other he admired his reflection. He had never felt so vulnerable in his life, his arse was fully on display along with the tops of the inside of his thighs. The leather smelt familiar which was a slight comfort but he still felt nerves gnaw at his guts. The electric lights were merciless, highlighting the half-day growth of beard on his cheeks and every scar on his body. He ran a finger down one particularly vicious one down his side and sighed softly, he remembered the flash of steel, the spurt of crimson as his blood had left him and worst of all he remembered the hatred in his mothers eyes as she had attempted to disfigure him for life. It had been his cousin Andromeda who had stopped his murder, she had rushed in, easily disarming the manically depressed woman and throwing her out of the way. He had never forgotten that moment, he had been thirteen years old and fully aware that his mother had been on experimental drugs for some kind of mental disorder, but he had still been determined to go to the kitchen and steal some alcohol from the cupboard. Unfortunately Walburga had caught him…

“You stupid, useless brat! How dare you steal from me! Who are you?! What do you want from me?! WHY WON’T YOU DIE?!”

He shuddered and closed his eyes, the screams echoing in his head a moment before he took a sharp breath and pushed them back. He had more important things to concentrate on. He opened his eyes, a determined gleam entering them as he stared into his own eyes. He saw his mother, snarling in rage as she brought the knife down towards him. He saw the flicker of insanity in those terror-filled orbs and he felt the sharp agony as metal pierced flesh. A terrible smile spread across his handsome face, it was a smile that revealed his teeth in all their perfection. “I’m going to survive.” He whispered to himself, running a hand down the mirror. “I’m going to live…I’m going to become famous…if only so I can spite you! All of you!” He chuckled and turned away from his reflection, the mental image of his mother turning on the television and seeing his face on Top of the Pop’s made a rather satisfying warmth spread through his chest. He would like to be able to see her when she saw him. He wanted to show her how he wasn’t useless, how he could be more than they ever dreamed he could; How his sexuality didn’t matter to his fans and that all they wanted was for him to play.

Tim’s eyes lit up when Sirius appeared in the living room, he smiled like a crocodile, all gleaming teeth and devilish eyes as they devoured Sirius hungrily. “Oh don’t you look scrumptious, darling! I could just eat you up right here…” As he spoke he glided over and pulled Sirius close to him using the criss-cross straps across his chest. Gently, teasingly he ran a long finger nail down Sirius’ bared chest until coming to rest just above his waist line. “Now, I’m not normally one for leather but mmm…you look delicious…” He chuckled and released him. “Right, now you’re dressed sit down and I will do your make-up.” He patted a chair in a suspiciously friendly manner.

Sirius balked before Tim raised an eyebrow, cutting off any protests Sirius may have had. Instead he clenched his hands into fists and sat down. The sofa was scratchy against his bared buttocks but he didn’t complain, he didn’t dare when Tim got out his ‘torture’ equipment. He had a whole array of tweezers, strange metal devises that he insisted were eyelash curlers and heaps of multicoloured lipstick and eye shadow. Tim got straight to business, plucking Sirius’ eyebrows, giving them more definition and shape before adding a tiny amount of kohl pencil around his eyes to give them depth. He stepped back to admire his handiwork and sighed in delight. “Perfection!” He declared.

Sirius gazed at his face in the mirror, his eyes definitely seemed darker, the kohl gave them a deeper set and exaggerated the darker hues of dark grey in his irises. “Ok, so what now?” He asked after handing the small, hand-held mirror back.

“Now, the finishing touch before I take you to where you will await your Master.”

Sirius pulled a face at the use of ‘master’ but said nothing as Tim dug around in a bag, he withdrew a black leather dog’s collar with a little flourish and a ‘taa daa!’. Sirius blinked at it. “No! No fucking way!” He stood up abruptly and backed off a step. “I’m not someone’s sex slave!”

Tim sighed softly. “Oh Siri, we were doing so well…” He slid off of the sofa and grabbed a handful of Sirius’ hair in one fist, he dropped the feminine titter and his voice became much deeper. “Look, I’ve got a lot running on this night and if you fuck it up for me I’ll have you cleaning boots for the rest of your miserable life. Do you understand me?”

Sirius winced as his hair was yanked roughly. “Get the fuck off of me!” He hissed through his teeth, gripping Tim’s wrist in one hand.

Time smiled, a nasty expression at complete odds with his soft tone. He leaned towards Sirius’ ear and whispered; “I could destroy you, Black.” He breathed. “Do you want to sell your music or not?”

That got Sirius’ attention, he stopped struggling and gazed at Tim warily. “Yeah, ‘course I do but…”

“Then you will do everything I say, boy. I can make this go easy for you if you’re compliant, if not then I can force you and that would be unpleasant for the both of us. Now, which will it be?”

Sirius licked his lips before relaxing. “I-I…I’ll do it.” He breathed.

Tim smiled and reverted to his feminine demeanour. “Very good, Siri. I knew we could come to an understanding, now then…” He reached up and put the collar around Sirius’ throat, he tightened it a little more roughly than necessary and Sirius choked. “Here, take some of this…it’s good shit and it’ll make everything go a lot smoother…” He took a little plastic packet from somewhere inside his fake cleavage and tipped three tablets into Sirius’ open palm. Each little white pill had 714 printed onto them, Sirius frowned slightly.

“What are these? They’re not anything like what I’ve taken before.”

“These, my friend, are Ludes. A drug that will make everything you are about to experience ten million times better…go on, take your meds like a good little puppy.” Tim smirked and folded his arms over his chest, he watched Sirius consider briefly before downing the pills dry. He swallowed and winced slightly before looking at Tim. “Good boy.” Tim chuckled and smiled. “Tonight will certainly be a night you will never forget.”

XXX

By the time the knock on the door came Sirius’ eyes had fallen half closed and he felt a strange kind of drowsiness enter his limbs, it took Tim a rather long time to coax the stoned musician down into his cellar.

Sirius stumbled through the door and gazed sleepily around the room, it was bare stone walls with chains hanging from the ceiling and lots of strange leather contraptions. Tim guided him by the hand until he stood beneath the chains and began securing them to his wrists and legs, Sirius couldn’t be bothered to stop him anymore. His head fell sideways and he groaned as warmth began to fill him, it was pleasant so he smiled. “Tiiiim…” He muttered and giggled drunkenly at the sound of the name.

“Shh, it’s alright Siri darling. Here, open your mouth…that’s a good boy.” Tim placed a ball-gag between Sirius’ teeth. “We don’t want you accidentally biting yourself, do we now?” He smiled at his new acquisition. “Oh you were far too easy, boy…” He shook his head and uttered a soft laugh. “Much too gullible. The rich boys always are, dear…you are so pretty and it won’t be long before you’ll be relying on me for everything. Have fun tonight, darling.”

The last Sirius saw of Tim was a small, almost evil smirk as he lifted a strip of black cloth and bound his eyes. He was left alone in total darkness, the rooms chill hardly affecting him as the heat in his groin became uncomfortable. He moaned around the plastic in his mouth and shifted. Time was meaningless in his darkness, it could have been minutes before he heard voices again or it could have been years. It didn’t matter. When the door to the cellar next opened Sirius was giggling to himself for no reason, he was filled with a definite inexplicable euphoria and he couldn’t help the odd, muffled gusts of giggles escaping around his gag.

“Is this him?” The voice was cold and smooth, like a silken blanket against Sirius’ ears.

“It is. Just like you asked, dark haired and grey eyed…he was very hard to get hold of, Mr. Malfoy.”

“Excellent…”

“Why so specific? Many of my customers give only vague preferences or none at all…why this one in particular?”

“Because…I used to know someone who looked like this…”

Sirius followed the sound of footsteps with his head as they circled him, he could feel cold fingers brushing his exposed skin and it sent sudden shivers of desire coursing through his veins. He moaned helplessly around his gag.

“Oh yes, he is…perfection.”

“He wants to be a musician…” Tim said, the smile obvious in his voice. “He was rather easy to manipulate.”

“A musician you say? Does he…does he play guitar?”

Time must have nodded as there was a brief heartbeat of silence before he spoke. “And sings like an angle. He plays in my club, if you’re interested…”

“No. I hate music…but…this is impossible…it cannot be…”

“Sir, I wouldn’t recommend that you…Ah, ok.”

Suddenly light seared Sirius’ vision and he winced, flinching violently away from it. He groaned and shook his head, lowering it so his hair blocked out some of the terrible whiteness. A cold finger under his chin made him lift his head and he blinked dazedly at his client, his eyes widened slightly as recognition flooded him. “Mmmff!” He mumbled through the ball between his teeth.

“You!” Malfoy said with wide eyes, he was exactly how Sirius remembered him. Long, silver blond hair with cold grey eyes, lighter than Sirius’ own. “What are…how on earth…?”

“You two know each other?” Tim asked curiously.

“Indeed we do…I married his cousin.”

“Ah, family…how…sweet.”

Sirius gazed at Malfoy, he couldn’t find it in himself to hate. He was enjoying the feeling of endorphins far too much to worry about the tall blond stood before him. His eye lids lowered and he let his head fall forward, he could only hope he would soon be able to relieve the insufferable ache in his groin. Malfoy trailed a hand down Sirius’ chest, pausing on a nipple as he spent a few moments exploring his body. “I have…desired this for a very long time…cousin.” He whispered and smiled. “Fate has been most kind, don’t you think, Black?”

Sirius moaned helplessly. He could do little else.

“What have you given him?”

“Only some experience heightening drugs, he’s fully in control of his thoughts…but his hormones are raging.” Time said in a smug voice.

“Good…now leave us.” Lucius Malfoy said, his eyes glued to Sirius’.

“Have fun then.” Tim slid away and shut the door behind him, the room was plunged into semi-darkness.

“Oh how I will enjoy this, Black…seeing this face, twisted in pain and pleasure…there cannot be a more equal sight in all the world…” Malfoy leaned close, gently capturing Sirius’ jaw in one hand, he kissed the ball between Sirius’ lips. “Hmm…Now, I want you to say my name with those lips, I want you to scream for me…beg me…” He pulled out the gag and Sirius giggled helplessly, everything seemed very funny all of a sudden. Malfoy gazed at his prize, it was amazing how they had come together since Sirius had run away from his home Malfoy had been convinced he had lost all chance to test out his body but now…now he had him all to himself and he smirked as he removed his coat and tossed it to the side. “Now then…where should I begin?” He whispered seductively and pinched one of Sirius’ nipples.

XXX

James sat in the restaurant with Lily, her sister and her husband. They were an awful couple who were condescending and overly judgemental of him. Not even the fact that his parents were rich would make them warm to him, they seemed to dislike him no matter what he did. As they started on the puddings James let his mind wander to Sirius, he hoped he was alright and wasn’t getting into trouble. Without his volition his hand rose slowly and touched his lips absently as he remembered the feel of Sirius’ against them, he sighed softly before catching himself and letting his hand drop to the table.

“James?”

He looked at Lily and smiled softly. “I’m alright.” He assured her and kissed her cheek gently, she laughed softly and the sound set his nerves on fire.

XXX

“Do you like that, Black?” Malfoy whispered as he gently teased Sirius’ nipples with the cold end of a riding crop he had found in amongst the toys on a table. Sirius moaned in response, his body tensing beneath the attention, his eyelids flickered and he felt his cock straining painfully against the inside of the jock strap. “I said; Do you like that?” Malfoy smacked him across the face, jolting Sirius out of his half-meditative state. The heat from the slap burned his cheek and he swallowed, his throat dry so it clicked.

“Y-Yeah…” His voice slurred as he tried to force his uncooperative tongue to work.

“Yes, what?”

Sirius blinked sluggishly, somehow Malfoy wasn’t making much sense. He got another sharp slap across his other cheek. “Y-yes…S-sir?” He croaked, gazing at his cousin’s husband through blurry eyes.

“Better.” Malfoy smirked, slowly circling Sirius like a predator. He stood behind him, admiring the pert arse on display. “Now, this is very nice…perfect in fact…spread your legs.”

Sirius tried to move but the chains restricted his movement, Malfoy sighed and released his ankles from his bonds. Sirius parted his legs obediently, his mind blown away with the drugs flooding his system. Without warning Malfoy pushed the cold, metal end of the crop past the tight ring of muscles in Sirius’ arse. He smiled as Sirius jerked forward, almost losing his balance but the chains on his wrists prevented total collapse. Malfoy watched eagerly as the crop slid between those cheeks, he licked his lips as a soft whine escaped Sirius’ lips and his head dropped forward. “Is it good? Tell me it’s good…”

“Mmm…fuck…Y-Yes, sir…i-it’s good…”

“You’re lucky I decided to lubricate it first, wouldn’t want to damage such a beautiful body.” He pushed the crop in deeper, Sirius pushed back against it automatically, a long moan echoing through the room. “That’s a good little dog…” Malfoy chuckled and moved so he stood behind Sirius and was whispering in his ear. “I hope you appreciate what a nice master I’m being, you deserve punishment for leaving your poor dear mother all by herself…”

“Nnng…shit…M-Mal-malfoy…”

“My name sounds good coming from your lips, dog.” Malfoy muttered, he felt his own erection straining against his trousers and finally pulled the crop from Sirius. He released his restraints and let him collapse to the floor, slowly he walked around Sirius as he struggled to his knees. He moved over to the table and found a pair of police issue handcuffs, he smiled as he took them up and crouched behind his slave. With practised movements he cuffed Sirius’ wrists together and returned his blindfold, roughly he dragged him upright to his knees and undid his own trousers. “Now, suck me.” He hissed and forced Sirius’ head towards his straining erection. Sirius opened his mouth and felt the press of Malfoy’s cock against his lips, he widened his mouth and let his master force the whole thing down his throat. Somehow, he managed to prevent himself from gagging. Malfoy’s moans filled his ears, somehow becoming ten times louder in his little dark world the effect made his hips jerk forward as they sought some kind of friction. He moaned around the obstruction in his throat, his hands twisting in the handcuffs at his back. Malfoy moved his hips in severe thrusts, his eyes were glued to Sirius’ face as he watched his cock disappear between those lips and he smiled to himself.

After a while Malfoy dragged Sirius’ head away and threw him roughly to the floor of the home-made dungeon. He regained his breath as he watched Sirius struggle to right himself, when he had he knelt and forced Sirius onto his front. “I can’t wait any longer…to have you here like this…bound and ready for me…say my name, dog! Say it!”

Sirius felt his legs being parted by those cold hands and gasped. “M-Malfoy…”

“My Name you fool!”

“L-Lucius…” Sirius breathed and heard Malfoy chuckle softly from behind him.

“Such a good little puppy…Here’s your reward…!”

The pain was sharp and dull all at the same time, he gasped and his body jerked as Malfoy pushed his head into the floor. His wrists ached from the harsh metal surrounding them but he was so turned on he couldn’t help but push his body backwards onto Malfoy’s waiting penis. He groaned as his master took up a fast, jerky pace.
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