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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: odogoddess, kink: dream sex, kink: humiliation, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus alone |
LMoM#25 by odogoddess - 'The sound of silence'
Title: (16 Feb 1976) 'The sound of silence'
Author: psyfic
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus, Severus
Kink(s): humiliation, dream sex, wanking
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Word count: 4,250
Author's note: If you are reading this for the first time, please go to the first entry and start reading there. Otherwise, this saga may not make any sense at all. Thanks!
16 Feb 1976
I am the Half-Blood Prince.
Last night was a cock-up and no mistake.
Reg, the foolish spunk-for-brains, had fallen asleep after his and Lupin's third go. How could he neither notice nor wonder why Lupin could keep it up and still be coming just as much their third time as their first?
I knew it was full moon and I knew it was nearing sunset. I wondered if Lupin would forget and change in the bath. I had my wand and wondered if his werewolf senses would see me, Disillusioned as I was. If so, I wondered what spells I could use aside from multiple Incarcerous spells.
Werewolves could break free or shake off most spells and hexes, except Unforgivables, or so it was reported. I had done more reading than was suggested by DADA, or would have been approved of by the teachers for that matter. The thing about werewolves is they're dark creatures, so only dark magic truly affects them. And silver.
I wished I had time to make plans and I was suddenly, stupidly glad I had gotten Lily the silver necklace. I knew it wouldn't really help her if a werewolf attacked, but I took it as an omen -- my instincts were very good.
Lupin finished up as I waited, still panting like a beast. He saw Reg had passed out from what had looked like one last dry and painfully intense orgasm. He seemed to come to his senses, grabbed his wand, repaired his pants and used a cleansing charm, then hurried out of the room.
He had to be going to wherever he hid during full moons, I decided as I followed. There were dungeon rooms with shackles and manacles, I knew. Was it possible Pringle secured him and cast a Silencing spell on the door overnight?
I couldn't recall any odd bruises around Lupin's ankles or wrists, although I had seen him covered in them in general.
In my own foolish excitement, trying to figure Lupin's secret hiding place and following him out of the Prefect's bath and down the hall, I didn't see Potter, Black or their lumpy little tag-along had snuck up behind me. Somehow, they could see me despite the fact I was Disillusioned.
'Expelliarmus!' This was my only warning as my wand went flying.
'Finite incantatum!'
I was surrounded, wandless and, now, visible.
'Adhaero!'
My feet stuck to the floor and my hands stuck to the wall behind me.
'Well, well, look what we have, boys.'
Potter was smirking. I was worried. Things never boded well when there were two of them against me, much less more.
'What do you want?'
'Shut up, Snivelly. You nosy bastard.' Black waved his wand and I felt something strange. I was having trouble breathing and I tried to open my mouth, but couldn't. My lips had been sealed shut.
'Wow, Sirius, you've improved his looks.'
'Just about anything would be an improvement.'
Pettigrew laughed, a squeaky sound that grated on my nerves.
'What shall we do to this disgraceful little prick?'
'Is it little? I haven't seen it yet.'
'Allow me to demonstrate.' Potter waved his wand and my trousers and pants slid to my ankles. 'Observe.'
I was furious. Worse was my prick had shrivelled in fear when they stuck me to the floor and wall and now it shrivelled even more under their gazes.
'Are you sure you didn't mean invisible, James? I don't see anything.'
'Keep looking. It's under all that greasy hair.'
'Are you sure that's not his nose?'
'Lower down, Padfoot. And it's smaller than his nose.'
'Everything is, Prongs.'
I was frowning, though, as they mocked me. Padfoot? Prongs? What kinds of nicknames were those?
'Maybe an Engorgio would help?'
I felt myself go cold. They wouldn't use spells on my bits, surely? Belittling them was one thing, but even in Slytherin house we didn't hex people's genitals. Dynasty, heritage and family are of utmost importance and to tinker with them in any shape or form was worse than taboo, considered an obscenity that should be punishable in the most severe of fashions.
'Engorgio!'
I tried to gasp without a mouth as the spell hit me and my frightened, withered cock and balls began to enlarge. Soon they were large enough to make me ache from their weight between my legs.
The three laughed uproariously and I struggled to free myself. I didn't know, however, if I'd reach for my wand if I had a free hand or try to support my now very painful genitals.
'Oh, arse. That's a revolting sight.'
'You're right, Prongs. It's disgraceful. Look at all that skin. Looks like an elephant trunk.'
'Muggles would cut it off,' squeaked Pettigrew and I felt faint.
'Really?' Potter looked and sounded as revolted as I was. 'Whatever for?'
'I don't know, but they do. They cut the extra skin off and leave the knob end bare.'
'Merlin's bits, man! We still have to eat tonight you know, although looking at Snivelly's ugly pizzle I think I'd rather puke.'
Pettigrew looked both disgusted and intrigued. 'It's true. They do it to their boy babies. Not all of them, but some of them do.'
I didn't care to hear this conversation, but had no choice and would rather have them keep talking than decide to do anything else. I was equally appalled and afraid.
'What on Merlin's sainted soil could a baby possibly do that would make its parents cut part of its prick off?'
Pettigrew shrugged. 'They just do. Our neighbour was a Muggle lady and she did it to her baby, or rather she took it to a doctor, like a healer, who did it.'
'Healers aren't supposed to harm people.'
'Muggle healers are different.'
'You're telling me.'
'Still, it might discourage old Snivelly here from sticking his greasy nose in other people's busines--'
'STUPEFY TRIO!'
I'd never been more glad or embarrassed in my life, although I was relieved more than anything when I saw it was Reg who had apparently woken up, dressed and come out to the hall in time to witness my humiliation.
'I'll be back, old man,' he said, after looking to make sure all three had been truly knocked out.
I tried to protest, but couldn't without a mouth. He could have pulled up my trousers first, or at least unstuck my hands.
I really wished this when he returned with Professor McGonagall in tow.
My face went hot and I felt my engorged bits starting to shrivel even further.
She eyed the situation with distaste.
'You see, Professor? They had Severus surrounded and were torturing him. Look at his mouth.'
She had apparently not noticed this little detail as she went pale and her hand went to her own mouth. Then she waved her wand a little and I felt my jumper stretch longer until it covered my bits. I still felt utterly humiliated.
She waved her wand again and the three began to wake up.
'You three have some explaining to do.'
Potter roused first, blinking.
'Professor! Oh! We, uh, we caught Snape here abusing himself in the hall, ma'am!'
I was furious, but could not speak. Reg did it for me.
'That's a lie. They had sealed his mouth up, as you can see, and had him surrounded. I heard them talking about cutting off part of his prick. Oh, sorry, Professor,' he apologised as she glared at his words. 'I mean penis. Or would you prefer manhood?'
Before she could answer, Black sneered at Reg. 'You got the wrong end of the stick, oh baby brother of mine. You see, Professor, like James said, we caught Snape here tossing off in the hall -- sorry ma'am -- and saying filthy things and we decided to teach him a lesson.'
'Yeah,' echoed their lumpy little conspirator.
'You planned to cut off part of his penis?'
I wished they'd stop talking about my bits and unstick my hands and feet.
'No, ma'am, never!' Potter claimed. 'We were trying to scare him into not wanking in public again.'
'He's a pervert,' added Pettigrew.
'Professor,' Reg interrupted, calmly and smoothly as if he was speaking before the Wizengamot. 'If I may relate what I saw?'
I could see she was responding to his easy charm; that was a Black family trait that bred true.
'Proceed, Mr Black. And I don't want to hear a word from the rest of you in the meantime. You'll have a chance to speak.'
'Thank you, Professor. I had come to visit the Gryffindor prefect about a punishment he'd assigned to one of my house. I found him near the Prefect's bath. I'm certain you could ask him and he would confirm we did meet and speak together for some time. When we finished meeting, Mr Lupin left down the southern hall and I came this way. Before I got around the corner I could hear this lot speaking in derogatory terms about my fellow classmate.
'This one,' he pointed to Potter. 'I heard him cast Engorgio. Before I could actually see what was going on I heard them all laughing, making rude remarks about Mr Snape's manhood. I realised they must have enlarged it based on their comments. When I got round the corner, they were not only humiliating him, but discussing cutting off part of his manhood as a prank. That's when I knew I had to act. I Stupefied the lot and hurried for a teacher's assistance.'
The three all glared at Reg, his brother, in particular, clenching and unclenching his hands into fists.
'Who sealed Mr Snape's mouth shut?' she asked them and they suddenly all looked guilty.
Sirius scowled and cleared his throat uncomfortably. 'That would be me, Professor.'
'Undo it this instant.'
Black didn't even reach for his wand. 'I'm sorry, Professor, but I only know the spell. I don't know how to reverse it.'
She stared hard at him and he stood under her gaze without blinking.
She finally appeared to come to a decision.
'I will be speaking with Mr Lupin. Until Mr Snape can speak for himself, I will hold my findings in this matter in abeyance, however, in the interim, for admittedly casting a potentially dangerous spell against another student, a spell you admit you do not know a counter for, you will have detention for two weeks, Mr Black.'
'Two weeks! But we have Qui--'
'And fifty points will be taken from Gryffindor.'
'Fifty!'
'Would you care to add more, Mr Potter?'
Potter, quite pale now, shook his head.
'No, ma'am.'
'Good. You and Mr Pettigrew are confined to the common room after dinner for this week for your foolish and unthinking behaviour. Hear this,' she said as they both began to sputter indignantly. 'I do not care what you might have caught any student doing, your response should have been to fetch an instructor. You are not in charge at this school, nor are you Prefects, and therefore you have no authority to be handing out punishments you devise to students you feel are breaking rules or committing infractions. To do so in this manner is disgraceful. Now back to the common room this instant!'
They trudged off sullenly and she turned to Sirius Black who was glaring at his brother.
'Mr Black, you will assist Hagrid for your detentions. I believe there are full crops of turnips, potatoes, carrots, beets and radishes that need to be harvested, as well as scrubbed and peeled for the kitchens.'
He said, 'Yes, Professor,' but his eyes gave a very different message as he glared at Reg, then at me.
I was just grateful, if still embarrassed, as he headed off in a different direction from his house mates.
'Mr Black, you will escort your house mate to the Infirmary.'
My humiliation was not over yet, however, because as soon as she unstuck me and noted how badly I limped since I didn't want to hold my bollocks up with her watching, she waved her wand and conjured a sling which slid under my jumper and wrapped itself around my scrotum, then tied up around my waist, helping support my hugely swollen bollocks.
'That should hold you until you can get to Madam Pomfrey,' she said briskly.
I just nodded and tried to hide my face. It felt so hot I thought it must be glowing.
As soon as McGonagall headed down the opposite hall and out of earshot, Reg leaned in closer to me and said, 'I hope you learnt a lesson, old boy. Stay away from those bloody Gryffs. Especially Lupin.'
I glared at him, wishing I could speak, wishing I could tell him he had been fucked by a werewolf, but a thought suddenly filled me with nausea and fear.
I had been fucked by him, too.
Without a mouth, getting queasy was a risky business.
RJL here.
Last night, I barely made it to the Infirmary in time to catch Mme P who was worried and about to go search for me.
We rushed to the shack and she barely got out as I felt the change begin.
My last clear thought was that the guys weren't there -- I was alone again.
When I woke up I was in a bad way. I couldn't even move to get up and cover myself.
Mme P came in and cried out, pulling her wand.
'Oh, Remus, my boy, what happened?'
'Full moon," I muttered, but it came out more like a moan since my jaw was broken and unhinged.
'Don't speak, don't move. I'll levitate you after I make sure I can safely do so.'
She waved her wand over me, then she apologised and cast a powerful cleansing charm. I still couldn't speak, but I tried to smile at her. That hurt so badly tears sprang to my eyes and dripped down my cheeks.
She shushed me and covered me with a blanket, then levitated me back to the school.
Someone else was in one of the beds, behind curtains. I was in too much pain to see or sense much of anything.
'Hold tight, my boy, this will be a bit painful.'
Then Mme P cast a non-verbal spell at my head and I could feel the other side of my jaw unhinging, then both sides re-stringing and tightening. There was a horrible clicking and popping sound and white-hot pain flashed along my jaw and I nearly fainted.
'There. It'll heal up in a day or two. Just like these ribs, that arm, those fingers and this heel. Oh, dear boy, what on Earth did you do last night?'
'I don' re' eh' er.'
'Never mind.' She gave me a powerful pain potion. 'You'll be right as rain in a few days and that's what matters.'
As the horrible pain lifted and I began to drift in the merciful numbness, I thought, No, this is what matters. Not living in agony...
I am the Half-Blood Prince.
Pomfrey wasn't much help. She could see the spell on my mouth was already starting to lift and I could tongue a small area inside my mouth where the corner of my lips would normally be that seemed thin. It was best left to resolve on its own, she decided.
Unfortunately or fortunately depending on how one looked at it, she refused to do anything about my bits. She said if she reduced them, it was possible she might reduce them more than I liked since she did not know, intimately, how they appeared normally. She said it was best for my bits to shrink on their own.
I agreed, but as I sat with a cushion beneath my bulging bollocks and the curtains drawn around my bed with nothing to do or see, I almost regretted it.
She had given me some soothing cream to put on them to stop the painful itching they had from having been unnaturally swollen.
I was applying some when Lily peeked around the curtains.
I wished I had a mouth so I could swear as I pulled the sheet over myself and burned with embarrassment.
'Oh, I'm sorry!' She closed her eyes for a moment, before opening one to see if I was covered. Then she smiled at me as I wiped my hands on the bed sheet and put the cream back on the table. 'You poor thing. I heard what they did, or at least one side of it. I guess I can't hear yours if you can't talk.'
I pantomimed writing and she dug into her satchel and got out a piece of parchment and a biro. She had never gotten used to using a quill. I noted as I took the pen that she still chewed on the end of it the way she used to when we were little.
'What happened? I don't believe what they're saying about you.'
I nodded gratefully and wrote
I was walking down the hall.
I had wanted to talk to Lupin and I saw him leaving the Prefect's bath.
Before I could get his attention the other three attacked me.
She nodded. 'They told me to stay away from you.'You should stay away from them, or at least from Lupin.
'What's Remus ever done to you?'
I couldn't help it, but my face grew hot.He's not safe to be around, Lily. I think
I paused, not wanting to say outright what I suspected. I think he's dangerous.
'You're being silly, Sev. Remus is my friend.'I'm pretty sure he's a werewolf.
She paled and I was glad to see it shocked her. It should.
'That's not funny, Sev.'It's not a joke, Lily.
I saw Reg touch him with his silver ring.
It burnt him.
She shook her head.
'That's ridiculous. Reg was probably trying to prank you. I bet his ring was spelled to get hot and that's why it burnt Remus.'
I couldn't tell her how I'd seen it, so I shut up, feeling miserable in the face of her disbelief.Promise me you won't go out during full moon.
Promise you'll stay in your room.
She nodded.
'I would anyway. But it's really silly since he sleeps just down the hall in the boys dorm. If he was dangerous, the other boys would have known it by now.'
I had nothing to write. Her comment about Reg trying to prank me was bothering me. Reg had been trying to make me stop bothering Lupin. He was definitely capable of spelling his ring to do what she said. Perhaps it was all a big joke at my expense.
'The school board wouldn't let us stay here if it was dangerous, would they? The Headmaster wouldn't allow it,' she continued.
I thought of poisons we brewed in Potions and of deadly spells everyone knew, but no one supposedly said because of the law, of my status as the half-blood broom, and of boys that would dare to think of cutting off part of another boy's cock.
Then I looked up at Lils, into those clear green eyes, and I wished more than anything that she would never lose her kindness, her innocence.
So I nodded and she smiled at me, and I felt like the luckiest boy in all Hogwarts.
RJL here.
I woke later in the afternoon, feeling a bit better. I felt stronger. Only my broken bones were aching, but it was an ignorable ache.
That was the only good thing about being a werewolf. Bones and wounds heal fairly quickly.
I could hear snoring down the row of beds, from behind a curtained bed. I couldn't tell who it was, though, as the smell of herbs and some kind of salve, masked their identity.
I looked to Mme P's office and didn't see her.
Footsteps sounded outside in the hall and then I could smell him.
Regulus stepped into the Infirmary and came straight to my bed.
He eyed me from head to toe, then smiled a very lazy, knowing smile.
'Rather worse for wear, old chap.'
I snorted. I recalled what we'd done, but it was almost like it had happened to someone else. I wasn't really interested in him... Moony was.
I wondered if that was the first sign of insanity -- thinking of yourself as two different people. But was it insanity if it was true? I was two different entities, after all.
'Look, I've not come for a look at your not-so-pretty-at-the-moment face. I came for a word.'
I nodded, a bit wary.
'Stay away from Severus, my fine furry friend. Oh, yes, I know what you are. So will others if you don't mind my words.'
I stared at him, shocked, as he studied me and finally nodded.
'I can see you take me seriously. That's good, because Slytherins protect what's theirs. Severus Snape is mine.'
I considered this and felt dismay.
'He's got too much potential to waste it on your lot,' he added. 'I've got plans for the two of us and they don't involve lower creatures, like werewolves and Gryffindors.'
I sneered automatically and he snorted. 'So quickly the beast reveals himself.'
He turned then to walk out, but stopped at the door and murmured, 'Oh, and thanks for the fuck. I'm sure you'll earn a fine living some day with that cock and that arse. Unless the laws change, of course. But then there will always be those who will pay just about anything for the privilege of saying they fucked a dark creature. If you're ever in dire straits, don't hesitate to call on me. I'll point potential customers in your direction.'
He strolled out and left me alone on the bed feeling sick and anxious.
I am the Half-Blood Prince.
When I woke up it was nearly dinner time. My bits were back to normal, my mouth nearly so.
There was a parchment rolled up by my bed.
Thinking it was from Lily, I opened it. An enormous ripping fart sound emerged from it and a cloud of noxious gas surrounded me. I waved the parchment to clear it, unable to get my wand and cast a Bubblehead charm.
After long and odoriferous moments, it cleared and my eyes stopped stinging. I read it.
From Messrs Padfoot, Wormtail and Prongs: To the greasiest, nastiest, Slytherin git we know, which is going some. It's your fucking fault our friend is in the Infirmary today and no one else's. So we're not happy with you, Snivellus. Stay away from Remus or we will cut it off. ALL of it, not just the elephant skin you've got all over the end of your ugly pizzle. Speaking of which, was Pomfrey able to shrink it back to its normal pathetic size... and if so, how could you tell? Very truly yours, PWP