AN: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH. Any reader that has been the victim of abuse, you may not want to read this. It is extremely graphic and we DO NOT condone this. You are being warned that this chapter deals with Orion Snape and how he teaches his son a lesson.
Organ Grinder
Severus swallowed as he stared at his Father's messenger raven. He carefully reached forward with a treat in one hand. The bird blinked at him, eyeing the rodent Severus held out to him.
Pestilence took to the air, flying up to the ceiling and hovered over Severus for a moment before doing a partial barrel roll. He snatched the dead rat from the long pale fingers and dropped the missive but not before tearing into Severus' hand as well. The bird gave a loud metallic sounding tock then flew out the owl chute.
Severus unrolled the parchment and closed his eyes. He was being summoned. His arm throbbed in sympathy even though Harry's defeat of The Dark Lord had cleansed him of the tainted tattoo. He stormed from his office and marched up to Harry's Gryffindor tower quarters. They had been planning on spending the Easter Hols together away from the castle however that now looked to be an impossibility. He glanced around the hallway before rapping on the door and then entering. "Harry?"
Harry looked up from the papers he'd brought to his quarters to grade, it seemed as though it was a never-ending battle of red ink and stupidity. He could see now why Severus hated teaching so much. Harry looked up at the sound of his door opening. "Come in Severus, I thought we weren't meeting until eight?" he asked as his lover stormed into his small sitting room looking like someone had just exploded every cauldron in the dungeons.
He stood and crossed the room to the taller man and waited until he stopped pacing in front of him. "What's wrong?" he asked, reaching a hand out to rub his fingers over the Potions Master's.
Severus startled when his lover touched him and grabbed Harry's shoulders. He met the concerned green eyes. "I need you to do something for me and not ask any questions. Do you understand me?"
Harry looked into the dark eyes and he recognized it was his Master speaking. "Yes Sir, I understand."
Severus nodded and pulled Harry to him, wrapping his arms tightly about the younger man and holding him close. For some reason he felt the need to hide Harry away from his Father. He hated feeling like this and resented the fact that the intuitions he sometimes received reminded him of the spotty magic of Divinations. Already he could sense himself losing control and starting to drift and he couldn't show Harry that. He swallowed and pushed Harry out from his chest. "I need you to go to the Weasley’s as soon as the Hols start. I am terribly sorry that our plans have been changed however I promise to make them up to you."
He took a deep breath. "I want you to come with me this summer."
Harry opened his mouth to protest or question the man, but shut it quickly. "Are you alright? And of course I'll go with you this summer," he said, picking up one of the other man's hands and bringing it to his cheek. "You don't need to apologize to me. I could stay here at the castle, you know." He searched the man's face and realized he was paler than normal and a fine sheen of perspiration was on his brow.
"No!" Severus shook his head and took a deep breath. "I would feel much better if you would go to the Weasley's. You may have your choice of Molly or Ron and Hermione but you must go to one of them." He met the verdant eyes. "Please." He said softly.
"Yes Sir," Harry whispered and pulled back to go to his desk where he scribbled a quick note on a sheet of parchment and sealed it after rolling it up. "I'll owl them as soon as Hedwig returns, Master." He stood beside his desk and waited to see what would happen next.
Severus nodded and pulled Harry into his arms again. A look of pain crossed his face and he tilted Harry's face up once more and kissed him, pouring all his love and desire and want into the affection. "I have to leave but I promise I will be back. I want you to stay at the Weasley's until I come for you."
Harry relaxed in his embrace and nodded. "Yes Sir, I'll stay until you come for me, I promise," he said quietly, reminded of the past Christmas when he'd been packed off to the Weasleys as well. He kissed the other man back and then pressed a kiss to Severus' open palm. "May I ask what has happened?"
Severus took a deep breath. "I have been summoned to see my Father." He stepped away and pulled a piece of parchment from Harry's desk. He scrawled a note and folded it then sent it through the floo to Dumbledore's office. He turned and cupped the small man's face with his hands. "I have to go now, Harry. Please be careful and try to have fun with your family."
"Be careful Severus, I love you," Harry said as he leaned up to kiss him one last time before the man in black swooped out of his quarters. He had a lot to do before he left in the morning.
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Severus ran for the apparition point just outside the gates. He knew he was late and his Father wouldn't be kind. However the overwhelming need to take care of Harry and make certain Orion couldn't get to the younger man had consumed him. He'd take what ever his Father dished out gladly, knowing that Harry was safe and couldn't be harmed.
He took a deep breath and Apparated to Ard na Mara. Orion Snape still presided over the large home and once Severus arrived on the grounds he rushed through the wards of the house, then inside to his Father's study. He skidded to a stop outside of the large oak doors and took a deep breath.
He knocked and opened the door and saw his father's enormous desk with the huge chair turned to the window over looking Donegal Bay. The Potions Master went to one knee and bowed his head. "Father."
Orion Snape was the cloth his son was cut from, tall, scarecrow thin, raven black hair that hung midway down his back, hawkish nose, black eyes that were filled with untold cruelty. He turned his chair around and those hateful eyes on his son and sneered. "If it isn't the return of the prodigal son. What took you so long?" he demanded as he leaned back in his chair.
Severus cringed internally. Lying wouldn't help any. "I apologize, Sir. I have no excuse but offer an explanation. I had to see to the care of a fellow teaching associate. He is still new and it is one of my duties to look after him." He said softly. Quiet was always best for his father. Merlin forbid the older man think he was being disrespectful this early in the game.
Orion set the quill down that he'd been holding in his hand and regarded his child. "Busy with Potter? The little half blood trash that's warming your bed?" he asked in an almost pleasant tone, something close to what one would use to lure a stray dog close enough to kick. "Busy enough with him to ignore my wishes. My, my, he must certainly be rather special."
Severus closed his eyes. There was nothing he could say to his Father that could appease the other man. He swallowed and nodded. "Yes Sir."
In a fluid motion Orion was on his feet, catlike and rounding the desk to stand in front of his son. "So special, but yet...," he paused and looked about dramatically," you do not bring him home with you to meet your family. Are you ashamed of us?" He looked down with one eyebrow cocked and a hateful sneer on his patrician features.
Shite. Severus worried his bottom lip. He had wanted to protect Harry not have him right in the middle of his Father's attention. "No Sir. I did not want to taint your house with his impure blood, Sir." It was utter bullshit as Damon would say but he had to say something to his Father.
"Impure as he may be, he is the Harry Potter, I am sure some allowances can be made for the Wizarding hero," he drawled scornfully as he flicked his fingers towards his son in a small display of wandless magic, the effects being of small knives slicing over the younger man's skin. With a snort of disgust, Orion returned to his chair and sank gracefully in it once more.
After a moment he waved his hand to stop the sensations and looked at Severus. "Tell me of your teaching position."
"Yes, Sir." Severus gritted his teeth as the magic tore into his robes and then into his skin. Mentally he recited the ingredients he would need for the salve to heal the tiny breaches to his person. He breathed through his nose and squeezed his eyes shut.
The withdrawal of the slicing caused him to falter and wobble on his knee. He panted for a moment and then swallowed. "The children grow less intelligent with each passing year, Father. It disgusts me greatly to waste the ingredients on the sniveling brats."
The older man smirked and picked up a parchment. "There is a place for you, Severus, in one of my companies. Research, something more fitting someone of your... background," he said mockingly as he threw the parchment out so it would land in front of Severus.
"You will be staying for the holidays, yes?" he asked with a smile as he rang for a house elf and tea.
Severus cleared his throat. What could he say that wouldn't get him more of the same treatment? He was surprised that he hadn't earned a slap or something for his cheek about Hogwarts. He didn't even look at the parchment on the floor. "Thank You, Father." He took a deep breath. "Yes, Sir. I thank you for inviting me."
"You will take your old room and I shall be along later to have a more private chat to catch up," he said with malice clear in his voice as he took the tea the house elf offered, dismissing his son with an imperious wave of his hand.
"Yes Sir, Thank you Sir." Severus swallowed and stood then quietly left the room. He made his way up the flight of stairs to the second floor and then down the long hallway to his old room. He stood just outside the doorway and tried to calm himself.
Entering the room he found everything as it had been the last time he was summoned. He sat down in an armchair and began to remove the shredded robes. He set them to the side, no sense in mending then just yet. His Father would just tear them again. He hung his head and placed his hands over his face trying to get in the proper mindset for his Father. The older man's last words preyed heavily on his heart and mind. He slowly slipped into his safe place preparing himself for his Father's chat later.
Over an hour later, Orion decided he had let Severus stew long enough in anticipation. He made his way to the boy's door and knocked once before he pushed the door open and found his son waiting for him. He didn't waste time on pleasantries, he simply stepped forward and slapped the younger man hard enough across the face to knock him out of his chair. "A half blood in your bed. How you sully our name," he sneered and kicked Severus in the gut while he was on the floor.
Severus lie in the floor trying to catch his breath. He didn't curl around his stomach for it would only make his Father focus on those areas even more. He didn't know what to say to his Father about Harry. Anything he could say would be considered back talk so he said nothing but nodded. "Yes... Sir."
Drawing his wand, Orion sent a whipping curse at his son and stood amused while he watched the effects. Growing bored, he placed an Imperious on the younger man and forced him onto the bed on his back. "Touch yourself, you horrid little whelp."
Severus bit his lip as the lashes cut across his skin and left his back in a red, welted mess. He finally screamed, giving into the older man's desires to hear him in pain and hoping the torture would stop. He knew it wouldn't though. The Unforgivable shook him to the core and he had to fight with his own conscious not to throw it off.
He bellowed again as the fabric on the bed rubbed against his raw backside. His long fingers betrayed him as the zip on his trousers exposed his boxers then pulled his limp cock from its confines.
Watching with eyes glittering hatefully, Orion leaned forward to watch his boy. "You know what to do," he said softly and waved his wand, levitating a wooden box from beneath the bed and settling it next to the younger man.
Near hyperventilating with the effort of remaining under the curse and the pain radiating across his back, Severus reached into the box. His fingers caught something made of cloth and he pulled it from Pandora's Box only to whimper softly. His control snapped and the tenacious hold he had his magic to remain under the Imperious curse broke. His whole body went tight with tension waiting on his Father to realize what had happened.
The elder Snape looked down at his son and smiled evilly. “So Severus, you think you can defy me by not remaining under my control,” he sneered. “I think not. You are going to learn that you will bend to my will with or without added incentive.” Orion bent down and looked his son in the eyes and smiled. “Now you can do as you’ve been told under your own control, you can no longer say I force you.”
He summoned the arm chair to him and sat down, gracefully crossing his legs and watching the shudders that were running throughout Severus’ frame. With a chuckle, Orion waved his wand at the younger man’s groin. “Engorgio. Now Severus, you may continue.”
Severus hissed as his cock swelled painfully and looked down at the cloth bundle in his hand. He unfolded the leather glove and nearly sobbed as he slid his fingers into the ‘toy’. He brought his hand to his face to inspect the new gift from his father.
Hundreds of tacks were embedded into the long fingers and palm of the leather accessory. Normally this was not a problem for the glove could give a prickly sensation when not used too roughly. However the tacks had been slightly lengthened and sharpened to a point. Little barbs ran up the tacks almost like a serrated blade.
Whimpering, he wrapped his hand around his cock and squeezed gently then slid his hand down the swollen length. Severus threw his head back and shrieked as the teeth cut into his foreskin.
Orion watched for a moment and snorted. “Stop mollycoddling Severus. Let me show you how to do it properly,” he snapped, leaning forward and wrapping his own hand around the gloved one of his son, squeezing tightly and forcing it quickly up and down his shaft. As the younger man’s screams rent the air and he convulsed in pain, he turned his hand loose. “Now do it properly.”
Severus closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. The sensations were almost gone after his father had torn into the skin. He began to grate the skin from his cock, the bright red blood easing the way slightly as it poured from the furrows he was making and dripped off his fingertips.
He gasped as his thumb slipped and cut across the apple head of his cock and his eyes rolled up in the back of his head as he fought to remain conscious and continue with his father’s wishes.
Orion watched, bored as he picked at his manicured fingernails. “Now tell me Severus, why you must have these lessons.”
Severus screamed as the barbs made it through the thin layers of foreskin and then caught in the meat of his cock. He bit his tongue hard to keep himself awake. He swallowed and began the ingrained response started some thirty-four years ago. He almost chuckled ironically as some of Harry’s own words spilled from his mouth.
“This thing is dirty. It does filthy things and needs to be reminded that it is not supposed to touch itself. It is stupid and must continue these lessons until it gets it correct. Thank you Father, for its lessons.”
He continued to recite his speech over and over, having learned the hard way not to stop his ministrations nor falter as he spoke and to try and keep himself awake for as long as possible. There were worse things that could happen while one lost control of their facilities.
The bedding under the younger man had quickly stained red and was sodden, the mattress undoubtedly as soaked as the trousers he was still wearing. A soft chime sounded over the sounds of Severus’ recitation and Orion waved his hand to shut the boy up.
As amusing as it was to watch Severus relearn his lessons and even more so to share it with his associates, Orion had guests he needed to attend to. With a put upon sigh, he waved his wand, healing the shredded flesh, but left the pain as a reminder.
“Good boy Severus, now you may clean up and redress,” Orion said genially as he stood to leave. “If you have other plans for your holiday… you may attend to them. You are dismissed. Keep the glove, my son, it is a gift and reminder of your transgressions.” He walked out of his son’s room, closing the door behind him.
Severus placed his hands over his face and wept silently as the pain continued to throb through his crotch and back. Carefully he stood and made his way to his cloak hanging in the armoire. He drew his wand and cancelled the engorgement charm then fell to the floor giving into the pain and passing out.
He woke almost immediately and looked around the room finding only a few moments had passed. The dark haired man dressed quickly and cautiously. He left through the hidden passageway to the grounds from his room. It wouldn’t do to let his Father see him leave and interrupt any business the older man was carrying out.
Once past the wards, he Apparated back to Hogwarts and locked himself in his quarters. The Potions Master stripped once more and got into his shower stall, letting first the cool water cleanse the blood from his body before gently cleansing his skin.
He stepped out and charmed a large fluffy towel as soft as he could get it then wrapped the terrycloth around his battered body. He reached up, taking down several phials from the medicine cabinet and quaffed the first of many potions then hung his head again as tears once more welled to the surface. This time hadn’t been so bad and he had gotten out with most of his skin still intact. Thankfully his father’s summons were coming less often and it had been almost a year from the last time his lessons needed to be repeated.
Harry was safe now and that was all that counted. Severus hoped he could make it through the rest of the year without another summons from his loving father.