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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 Seven- Lashes
   Al felt in shock. He didn’t know what to think of all this. He didn’t want to be a student in this crazy place of pain. He didn’t want to know his limits. All he wanted was to go home and be away for all this.
   “I don’t want this! I don’t want to,” was all he could manage. He looked up at Gregory and began to cry again.
   “Now Pup, don’t start that. You will come to want it. You will crave it. Almost need it, I guarantee.” Gregory pulled Albus out of his shock by pulling him to the center of the room and pulled the chain down to reach Al’s hands.
   Al cried out and tried to pull away, but Gregory’s grip was too strong. He pulled him over hard, grabbed Al’s face and kissed him hard. Al moaned and tried to pull away again, but Gregory already had his arms around him. Gregory smelled wild, like grass and dirt, and it calmed Al a little. Al gasped as Gregory shoved his tongue into Albus’s mouth. The struggling stopped and all Al could think of was the hot wet thing in his mouth, playing with his tongue.
   Before Al knew what had happened, Gregory had bound Al’s hands in the chain and was hoisting them above his head. Gregory stopped his kiss to stretch Albus so that his feet only just touched the floor. Then he turned and picked a thick cane off the wall. Al hadn’t noticed them over there before: a series of canes in different thicknesses and shapes.
   “Now, as I said before, you will be whipped between your cilices. I will give you a lash for every day that you have had it on, and then for everyday you will have it on. You will count your lashes, do you understand?” Al nodded, tears in his eyes. As Gregory spoke, he went behind Al and ripped open the back of Al’s shirt to expose his already red and welted back.
   “If you do not faint, you will get a treat.” Al nodded again, closing his eyes to stop the tears.
   “Also afterwards, you may put the sharp cilice on me. How does that sound? Fair?” Al’s eyes shot open and he nodded.
   “Good, now let’s begin. Now I will call the count, and then when you regain yourself you will call it out as well. Breathe.” Albus too a deep breath and sighed.
   “One...” The cane came down hard onto the middle of Al’s back and he let out a high yell and sobbed, tears streaming down his face. He gasped and then let out a squeaky, “One.”
   After around four lashes, Al didn’t yelp and Gregory had moved to Al’s butt for the rest. By ten, Al barely felt them.
   Ten was the last, and as Gregory moved to Albus’s front he stopped dead in his tracks after seeing Al’s eyes and smiled.
   “Well, who are you?” Al’s eyes were bright shades of Red on the left and Green on the right, and he was sporting a grin as blood dripped from his bottom lip.
   “ I am me... That is all,” he licked the blood from his lip and moaned. “I’m hungry.” He stuck out his tongue and Gregory took the invitation. He kissed him hard, their tongues battling for dominance, stopping only to breathe and bite at one another. Other Albus lifted his legs around Gregory’s hips for leverage and thrust his cock, hard and aching.
   Then Al gasped and came back to himself. He moaned and pushed away, hiding his face against his arms, his eyes large and back to their normal shade of green. “What happened? Are we done? I forgot to call out number six and then everything went red! It felt like I was dreaming.”
   “Well good to see you, Pup, but I was enjoying your other half. He’s fun!” Al looked confused. Gregory just patted his head, “Don’t worry, I will explain later. For now let’s get you down.” Gregory lowered Al and untied his hands. He almost fell to the floor, but Gregory quickly grabbed and carried him to a table where he laid him over it; careful not to lay the poor boy on his engorged penis.
   It took Gregory a few minuets to find a jar that had a thick cold cream in it, but it immediately soothed Al’s back that was screaming with pain. After he was done smearing Al’s back and ass with the cream, Gregory came to sit in a chair in front of Al so that he could see his face.
   “You stay there for a few minutes. Try not to move too much. It will hurt like hell if you try moving too soon.” Gregory pulled out a cigar and proceeded to smoke it.
   “What happened? Why do I keep blacking out?” Al gasped after he spoke. The simple movement of speaking caused the feeling of white hot pain down his back and legs.
   “Well, I do not know. I can only guess, and my guess is that it is a defense mechanism that is triggered when you are scared or in pain. Someone else emerges that enjoys the pain you are feeling. But, that is only this old gaffer wolf’s guess.”
   Gregory took a long drag from his cigar and then put it out. He stood and walked across the room to the work table and then came back and laid the sharp cilice on the table in front of Al, causing him to gasp and sending more shots of pain down his back.
   “You can get up now. It will hurt, but the salve will have set in now.” Al gasped and moaned as he tried to push himself up, but only managed a few inches before his arms gave out and he fell face down.
   “I can’t; it hurts too bad.” Tears filled his eyes, not from pain this time, but he actually felt shame that he couldn’t manage to get up.
   “No, that is a flat lie, Pup. I know you can and I will see you pick yourself up, or you will be back up on that chain. You choose.”
   Al put his arms under him and tried to shove himself up. After a few more tries, he finally got his feet on the floor and was able to support his own weight. It was then that he noticed that his shirt was almost gone and his pants were barley hanging onto his front. Al reached to pull them up more and pain seared down his spine.
   Looking at the cilice on the table, he cringed, “I thought you said I didn’t have to wear that this time”
   “Right you are Pup, but I also told you that you were allowed to place this one on me. I told you that we would share in this training, the proper way.” The grimace that pulled at Al’s face made Gregory frown. “It might not be something you want to do, but it will be done. I know you don’t understand what is going on here,“ Gregory bent down to his level to look in his eyes, “To be perfectly honest, neither do I, but Sasha convinced me that it was worth my time and the effort, so here we are and it will be done right from here on out.”
   Al looked that the horrid piece of metal laying on the table. He reached to pick it up, trying to ignore the pain. He palmed the cold chain and ran a finger over a sharp spike.
   “How do I do it?” He asked in a small defeated voice, the realization coming to him that there was no use to fight it or stall. He was stuck in this place; all he could do was sit and wait to be rescued.

   Gregory pulled down his pants and sat in the chair by the table, Al tried to avert his eyes away for the older mans genitals. Gregory grabbed his chin and pulled his face back in his direction. “I don’t have anything down there that you haven’t seen before or have yourself. No need to look away.”
   “Ok, what do I do?” Al blushed and clutched the cilice.
   “Open it up and wrap it about my leg; you know the spot, “indicating the bandage on Al’s thigh. Al did as he was told. “That’s right, now pull the clasp through the slot on the other side. That right and now, with all you little Puppy strength, pull until I tell you to stop.”
   Al hesitated, his breathing hurried out in bursts; he was starting to get light headed.
   “Stay with me Pup. You do this or it’s more lashes for you. Or are you afraid you’ll hurt me?” Al looked at Gregory’s face and blushed. “If you would chance a good look at me leg boy you would see that I have done this quite a few times; you can’t hurt me.”
   Al did look and saw that Gregory’s leg had deep, long, penetrating scars in the exact place where the new spikes were aimed now. Almost in awe, Al reached to touch the scars, taking small note of the twitch in Gregory’s thigh as he did.
   Sighing and taking a deep gulp Al gripped the cilice. Gregory took a deep breath. Al pulled hard finding it slightly hard to get through the scar tissue. Gregory put a hand on Al’s and helped him pull. With a sickening sound it broke through, blood trickled down Gregory’s thigh and Al gasped; the blood darkened in color as they pulled it tight and he was told how to latch the cilice in place.
   Al was panting as He rubbed a salve on Gregory’s leg; he was cringing at blood and torn skin, but the old wolf seemed to not mind.
   “How do you do it? Not feel the pain?” Al sat in the floor in front of him, gritting his teeth as his back stretched to accommodate the position.
   “It is something you will be taught, and you already have it in you a little. I have seen you go somewhere else in your mind, but it needs to be perfected. And for the record, and so that I do not lie to you Pup, I do feel pain. The trick is learning to accept and love the pain.” After Al had wrapped a bandage around Gregory’s leg, the older man stood and pulled his trouser up. With a blush painting his cheeks Al tried not to turn away.
   As Al went to stand he let out a high pitch cry as the pain rushed down his back. He shoved his fist into the ground and tried to push himself up again. Gregory watched from the door, keeping an eye on him. There would be no help from him, Al discovered. He clinched his fist hard and took a deep breath and pushed up and willed his legs to move. He saw stars as he slowly stood, almost fainting as he straightened his back. After a few moments, he was able to walk to the door, He grabbed Gregory’s shirt when he got there to steady himself.
   “Good work Pup, I’ll give you a star for that. I expected you to faint.” He ruffled the boy’s hair and Al almost fell over.
   “I almost did; can I lean on you the rest of the way?” Al looked up at Gregory hopefully.
   “Aye Pup, you may.” The old wolf couldn’t resist the big puppy dog eyes he was giving. He sighed as they started back to the room. He had to admit that he was starting to really like the little Pup. New dark lord or not, Sasha was right; this was definitely going to be worth it.
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