Summary: Damon and Grant meet Severus Snape for the first time and all kinds of sparks fly.
Warnings: BDSM, Violence, Language, Rough sex, sexual situations, BDSM, power exchange, drug use.
AN: This is set in 1993, which would be Harry Potter’s second year in the summer time. This is an extremely long fic and will have to be posted in a couple of entries. I will connect them all together, but here is the first bit.
Free Bird Part 4
Grant dropped his head and moaned low in his throat as he felt his Master's teeth. Smiling, he knew all was forgiven. "That feels good."
Severus sat in the chair, wide eyed and open mouthed, he'd never seen people so openly affectionate, it never even occurred to him to leave the room and give them privacy. If he'd thought about it, he'd have figured out that affection in front of others was not hard for the older couple to show. Grant pressed his palms to the shower wall and stood with his head down and his eyes closed.
Damon licked the bite mark and stood. He soaped up Grant's body, cleaned him well and then rinsed him off. "Turn around and let me do the front." He smacked Grant on the ass for fun, lightly.
Taking Damon's hand, he carefully turned around in the tub so that he was leaned against the shower wall. He settled in with his legs together and his arms to his sides as he looked at Damon and stuck his tongue out playfully. "Tease."
"Cheeky again, are we?" Damon asked. "Shall I put you on display for Severus?" He raised the sponge and soaped up Grant's chest. Over the flat plan of his stomach to his hips. Damon skipped over his crotch all together and washed down first one leg then the other.
"I don't understand...display?" Severus asked as he watched the two. He found that he wasn't exactly sexually aroused by 'them', but he was damned curious by what they were doing. Grant smiled at Damon and nodded.
Damon grinned. He turned to Severus. "To put someone on display, means to show your sub off to someone or a group of someones. Most often it is for another Dominant but sometimes other subs are present as well." Damon finished washing and rinsed Grant then turned the water off. He held out a towel to the other man and began to dry him off. "Now that the exhibition has been decided, we discuss what kind of show to put on." He helped Grant out of the tub and took down his hair. "So what say you, Boy? Do you want to play tonight or shall it be rough?" He ran the damp strands through his fingers and grabbed a comb out of the basket on the sink.
"Anything you like Sir, your Boy is up for anything." Grant said with a cheeky grin as he stood and let Damon comb his hair out, the towel resting on his shoulders. He moved back and rubbed his bottom against his husband's thighs. "Anything." he said again.
Damon smiled ferally. "Severus. I have to ask if 'anything' would bother you?"
The tall young man looked at them both and licked his lips once more. "No, I don't think anything could shock or bother me."
Damon grinned again. "Well then Pet, I think it will be pleasing pain tonight." He smacked the younger man on the rear and turned him to their bedroom. "Come along, Severus. Look but don't touch. Unless it's yourself that is."
Grant grinned and padded into the bedroom where he sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for his husband to join him. His ass and back were still hot and stung pleasantly. He wrapped his hand around himself and stroked lightly as he thought about his husband's hands on him.
Severus stood and followed Grant into the bedroom, curious as to what he was going to see and hoping nothing would cause an arousal for him to deal with.
Damon entered their bedroom carrying the chair from the bathroom. He set it in the corner of the room and turned back to eyed Grant on the bed. "Hands off my property." He turned to Sev. "I don't mind if you jack off but at least keep it to yourself." He tossed a towel to the other man.
Severus caught the towel and folded it neatly to set at his feet. He wouldn't need it, he didn't wank. He watched as Grant immediately took his hand away from his prick and laid it back on his thigh. He sat down in the chair and watched as Damon began to open a small footlocker and remove various leather straps and what looked to be lead weights.
“Stand up, Boy." Damon order as he finished digging in the chest. He set a few toys to the side and turned to face his sub.
Grant stood and faced his Master with his hands clasped behind him and his eyes straight ahead, a small smile on his lips as he waited.
Damon let the smirk go because he knew it would be gone in a few minutes anyway. He walked around Grant assessing him. He pinched Grant's left cheek and then the right as he walked around. He reached through Grant's arms and ran his hands down the firm stomach to the half-hard prick. He fisted it slowly, drawing the foreskin up and over the head a couple of times.
Grant let his breath out slowly and moaned softly as he felt his husband's hand on his shaft and his foreskin being pulled. He bit his lip knowing Damon was going to start with CBT and wondered if he was going to use the weights. He risked a glance at the man in the corner and nearly smiled again as he saw him watching in open mouthed wonder and then had to wonder if the boy were actually gay.
Damon stroked his hand down between Grant's legs and pulled on his balls. He cupped them lightly then moved the balls in the bottom of the scrotum. He then squeezed the sac above them to prevent them slipping out of his fingers. He reached around with his other hand and added a parachute around the compressed sac. He let go of Grant's balls and walked back around to see his handiwork.
"May I come closer?" Severus asked as he leaned forward in the chair. Grant gasped as he felt his testes squeezed and then shifted about ... mmmmm .... Master had used the spiked parachute.
“You may, just don't touch. At all. Anywhere." Damon told Severus. He reached into the box and pulled out a small weight. He attached one to the right side of the parachute's chains. He repeated the same thing on the other side. "You remember your word correct, Pet? Follow the steps for the newbie."
Grant nodded as he felt the first of the series of light weights placed on him. "Yes Sir, if I need you to slow down, my word is yellow. If I need you to stop, my word is red. Thank you Sir." He bit his lower lip as he felt the first dig of the blunted spikes into his delicate flesh. He heard rather than saw Severus move the chair he was sitting in closer. So close actually that he could feel the younger man's breath on his leg as he watched what Damon was doing.
"Well done, Pet." Damon eyed Severus. "Might want to back up just a little, Severus. I don't want to run into you." He added two more weights to the parachute and looked up to Grant. "With me, Pet?"
"Yes Sir, thank you Sir." Grant said as he adjusted his stance and felt the bite of the spikes dig in more.
Severus looked up chagrined and pushed his chair back. "Sorry Damon. What is that you are doing if I might ask?"
"It's called Cock or in this case Ball torture. The male genitals are at once the most vulnerable and most sensitive part of the male body, so of course many tops enjoy playing with them." Damon replied. He bent forward and licked the tip of Grant's cock.
Severus nodded and Grant's whimper didn't escape notice as his husband's tongue swiped over the head of his cock. "What about real damage to his bollocks? Are those spikes? How much weight does that hold?" he asked as he pointed a long finger at the parachute, careful not to come close to touching.
"Is all part and parcel to the training. The chance for damage is always there. Hell, you can fracture your dick by accidentally running into the goddamn wall with a woody in the dark." Damon lifted another parachute from the box and handed it to Severus. "The broadest guideline is to go slowly until you know how much you can take. If the pain from a particular activity starts to spread into other areas of the body, or if the pain lasts for a long time after the stimulation ends, you have probably gone beyond your limits. You won't reach this point generally if you take your time."
He nodded at Grant. "Forty years is a long time training. Grant can take three to five pounds. The spikes are blunted to dig into the skin and add pressure but not any real pain."
Severus took the proffered item and looked at it closely and then looked back at what Damon was doing. "It doesn't bother him that you are showing me this?" he asked as he took in the sight of the spread legs, the straining cock, and the taut and weighted ball sac. "Are there other things you can do besides this?" he asked again as he set the piece of leather back in the box. Finally he was getting answers.
Damon dug in the box and handed Severus a cock and ball cage and several different cock rings. "Grant minding what I do to him and whom I show it to are all part of the training. If it was a fight to get him to bow down to me then I wouldn't even bother with him. It is a great privilege to me that he lets me do this and I respect the fact that he does." He eyed Grant again and bent forward to add two more weights then he sucked the glans into his mouth. He nibbled around the man's corona and then pulled off of him. "The parachute and that cage and cock rings are some of the other things you can do. It all depends on how you play." He eyed Severus. "Does any of what I said make sense?"
Grant hissed and fought not to thrust into his Dom's mouth as he felt the man's tongue teasing him, it was so good. As soon as he pulled away, the smaller man looked down and breathed heavily at the sight of his cock all shiny and wet with his Master's spit. He listened to what Damon was saying and knew there was little more he could add to it, his Sir was doing a wonderful job.
Severus nodded. "He trusts you to only go as far as what he can tolerate and because he does, he gives that control to you willingly, correct? I would like to learn to play like this and to possibly play more intensely. How would I do so?"
Damon nodded. "The words you heard earlier are his most definite signs that something might be wrong. They are most important and should always be easily recognized and something not shouted out in a moment of passion." He reached over and pulled down on the weights and then stroked Grant's cock.
"How much more intensely are you thinking to play? Knowing that will help me point you in the right direction and the right people who I trust that could safely help you." He continued to pull on Grant's cock and smiled up at his Boy. "You are doing so well, Pet. I am proud of you."
Grant licked his lips and suppressed a moan as he was fondled. "Thank you Sir, I only wish to please." he said softly as his hips thrust once before he stilled them.
"To be honest, I don't know. How intense can one play and it not be considered assault?" Severus asked as he watched Grant respond and then school his reactions. "I assume he is not allowed orgasm?"
Damon let go of Grant and then dug in the toy chest again. "Well the intensity depends on the couple really. There are those that would think what I have done so far is pretty extreme." Damon frowned. "They are people who can and will butt in when they think they are in the right about what they think you are doing to someone."
Damon looked up at Grant. "Yes, that's one thing that is difficult to learn. He only comes on my command." He raised an eyebrow to Grant.
Grant smiled at his Dom and shifted his weight once more on his feet. He was doing just fine, a walk in the park so far.
"I would consider this far from assault or abuse actually." Severus said as he watched Damon's moves intently. He shifted in his chair and leaned forward to see how the spikes were digging into Grant's skin.
Grant observed him and noticed that the boy wasn't even seemingly aroused in the least. Maybe he wasn't gay. "What will be the next thing you do to him?" Sev asked as he sat back again.
Damon finally found what he was looking for. He held up a few clothespins. He rubbed Grant's thighs and then pinched the tender flesh and attached the pin. He did the same thing on the other side. Just three in a little line up and down each of his thighs.
Damon dug in the box again. He held up a small container that appeared to have a bullet floating in a blue solution. "This." He went into the adjoining bathroom and rinsed the little bullet. He came back out with a tube of lubricant. He looked at Severus then at Grant. "You alright, Pet? I am asking for Severus' benefit."
Grant parted his legs more. "I'm doing fine Sir, thank you for asking." He answered as he watched his Master. He hated that plug. It only figured Damon loved the damned thing. The clothespins didn't bother him, he just had to remember to not brush his thighs together by accident.
"What is that?" Severus asked as he watched the older man. He found that he was wanting to apply clips to the smooth flesh as well, he made his hands into fists and gathered them into his lap.
"It's a cock plug." Damon grinned. He knew Grant hated this thing but this was fun; it had been a while since they had played like this. He reached out and stroked Grant a few more times, running his thumb over the tip. He squeezed some lube onto the tip of Grant's cock and then spread the lube on the little bullet.
Damon gestured Severus closer. "It prevents any ejaculate from exiting the body, they stretch the urethra; that's what keeps them in place. You need to keep them sterile between uses and lube them well to insert." He pinched open the small slit and looked up at Grant. "Go slow and watch what you are doing. Keep an eye on the sub; catalogue his reactions to make sure you will catch his word if he uses it." He rubbed the opening and then gently pressed the plug to the hole.
Grant groaned as he felt the head of his cock squeezed and his piss slit nudged open by the cold little metal bullet. He held his breath as he waited for Damon to start inserting it, the burn was bad and he knew he'd whimper. It'd been several months since they'd last used the thing and he was not happy seeing it tonight, but seeing his Dom happy was worth it. He swallowed hard as it began and he couldn't help himself. "No Master, please it hurts...please." he whimpered as he tried to pull away, his hands in fists at his sides. He bit his lower lip and squeezed his eyes shut as Damon continued.
Severus jerked his head up as he heard Grant beg and Damon paid him no attention. "Don't you stop now?"
Damon slowed his introduction of the plug into Grant. "No." He added more lube to the little pin and once again started to press it into the hole. It wasn't all that long; only about an inch and a half. He looked up at Grant's face and moved it back out sliding the plug in and out of the small hole. "He didn't say the words so I know he can still handle it. Breath through it, Pet."
Grant shook and swayed a little on his feet as he breathed deeply like his husband had instructed him. It was seated deeply in him now. "Sir please...I need something to take my mind off of it." he begged. He didn't want to call one of his words tonight. He rarely had to use it when they played. He opened his dark eyes and watched the young man sitting to one side of them and concentrating intently.
"Mr. Snape, are you even gay?" he asked as he just couldn't help himself and wrapped one hand around his cock and pumped it for relief.
"Grant." Damon moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He pulled Grant down into his lap and spread him out across it. He cradled the other man and massaged the back of his neck. He ran his other hand down Grant's chest and entwined their fingers as he stroked with Grant. He looked at Severus. "You don't have to answer that, Severus."
"It's okay, I don't mind. I am inclined to that persuasion for the record." Severus said with a glimmer of a smile as he watched the small sub be comforted through a difficult spot. "So it is normal to stop an offer succour from time to time?"
Grant sighed softly and shifted on Damon's lap as he became used to the intrusion in his penis, he gave his Master's hand a squeeze and then brought it to his lips to kiss his fingers tenderly. "Thank you Sir. I'm okay now." he said as he waited for his next instruction.
"I feel that way but I suppose it depends on the person. After forty years some things are easy to let slide." Damon answered and shifted Grant on his lap once more and spread his legs. He picked up the tube of lube. He coated his fingers and ran them down to Grant's ass. He swirled his fingers around the entrance to Grant's body. Two fingers slipped in easily and he massaged the hole slowly; drawing his fingers in and out. He wrapped his other hand around the man's cock and stroked in time.
"Severus, if you don't mind. Open the closet door and get that small stool out. Please." He looked down at Grant. "Ok there, Pet?”
Severus stood up and retrieved the interesting looking stool from the closet. "Where would you like it?" he asked as he held it from one hand and watched as Grant's eyes slowly went out of focus and his breathing became shallower. The smaller man leaned forward unconciously and offered himself more to his husband.
"Just there in the floor." Damon nodded as he continued to stretch Grant. "How does that feel, Pet? Ready for more?"
Grant only nodded at his Dom's voice, he was slipping into his subspace and was forgetting everything but what was being done to him. He swallowed after a moment. "Yes Sir, please more."
Severus set the small stool down on the floor and moved back to his chair to watch, he'd never seen another person go into this state of mind Grant was in. "Is he alright?" he asked quietly as he watched the smaller man offer himself to his husband.
"He's headed for subspace, which is where I want him to go. Watch him." Damon squeezed Grant's hand and waited for a reaction.
Grant squeezed his hand back The small sub closed his eyes and waited for more instructions. He'd forgotten everyone but Damon.
"What did he do?" Severus asked
"He responded, so he isn't in too far yet." Damon elaborated. "You want the sub to slip into the place where they can enjoy the things you have done to them. It's like a natural high I suppose. My job is to prolong his high until I think it has gone on long enough."
Damon turned Grant to face Severus and settled himself behind the Indian. He began to stroke his sub's cock and then carefully removed one of the clothespins. "Does that help any?" He lifted Grant some and slid his fingers back inside of the other man.
Grant hissed and arched into his Dom's hand as the first clip was released and the blood flow returned to the spot. "More." he whispered as he thrust up into Damon's hand. The plug was no longer bothering him.
"What if he hadn't responded?" the dark haired man asked as he watched the pain ease from the Lakhota's face.
Damon shrugged. "Depends on if I want to bring him out or take him deeper." Damon removed another clothespin from the other side, then went back to stroking his cock. "In this instance I want him to stay for a while. He deserves it after the day we have had. I like to make him feel good."
Severus nodded and watched the smaller man closely as his eyes fluttered closed and he reached one hand between his legs and began to rub at his sac, every few seconds his fingers brushing at the wet slit hidden behind his balls, a moan sounding low in his throat with each pass of his fingers.
"Need more..." Grant murmured as he squeezed his balls.
Damon eased his fingers from Grant, but he continued to stroke on the other man as he reached for a toy he set aside. He bent down from the bed and screwed a dildo on to the peg into middle of the stool. He looked to Severus. "I have to bring him back now and I need to ask you to leave for a few minutes."
Severus nodded and stood up, leaving the room and quietly closing the door behind him. He went into the living room where the dawn light was streaming in and surveyed the mess he'd made that night. With a look of sadness, he picked up the glasses and other trash, taking it into the kitchen to clean up. He, picked up the broken glass from the sink, then washed the other glasses by hand and found a broom in the corner and idly swept the floor. Pulling out one of the kitchen chairs, he sat down and lowered his head to his crossed arms. He fell asleep thinking about all he had seen and learned.
Damon squeezed lube onto the plastic dong and stroked it to spread the lube out. He scooped up Grant in his arms and carefully lowered him onto the toy and stool. He spread Grant's legs out in front of him and settled himself behind the Indian again.
Damon quickly removed the remaining clips and tossed them aside. He then took the weights off and extracted his balls from the parachute. He leaned back against their bed and reclined Grant. He wrapped his fist around the man's hard prick and began to use firmer strokes. "Go ahead, Pet. Fuck yourself." Damon licked Grant's ear and then nibbled down his neck. "Show me you are enjoying this."
Damon nuzzled the soft clean skin and forgot all about everything but his sub.
Grant began to keen and rock on the stool, fucking himself on the toy as his husband's hand played him. He tipped his head to one side and offered more of his neck to Damon's mouth as he arched his back and rode both his fingers and the dildo. His little twat wet and dripping on his hand and the stool. "Feels so good." He breathed as he let the fingers of one hand tease his nipples.
Damon pinched Grant's cock head and carefully removed the plug from him. He bit down on the juncture of his shoulder and neck and then soothed it by licking across the marked skin. "Want to come on me or the toy?" He asked huskily.
"You." Grant whispered as he pulled up and off of the stool and laid down on the bed face up and parted his thighs; his fingers still plunging in and out of himself as his little asshole winked at Damon.
Damon slid off his boxers and climbed up on the bed to join Grant. He lined his prick up with the gaping hole and sank smoothly in. He eased out and slowly made love to Grant. After the days events and their earlier enthusiastic fucking, then the display, Damon just wanted to revel in his husband. "You are beautiful and I love you very much. He reached inbetween them and fisted Grant's cock.
"I love you Damon." Grant sighed as he spent himself with a sigh in Damon's hand, his muscles tightening and bunching around the familiar big cock inside him and he smiled in contentment. "I love you.”
Damon groaned as an iron grip locked down on his cock. For the second time that day he released deep within his husband and sighed with the other man.
"Gods, it doesn't get any better than that.” Damon told him as he gently pulled out and softly called his wand to him. He cleaned them again with a soft spoken word. They settled themselves in the bed.
Damon tucked Grant into his arms and yawned. "Don't get up again, Grant. Stay here and sleep with me." He sighed contentedly. "Do you want me to lock our door?"
Grant didn't answer, he was already asleep with his face nestled in the crook of Damon's neck and one leg draped over his waist. He didn't care.
Damon took the no response as it was and decided to deal with the dark headed stranger tomorrow. He followed his husband into slumber without bothering to lock the door.