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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape, Harry_Potter/Tom_Riddle, Draco_Malfoy/Harry
      Potter, Lucius_Malfoy/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Severus_Snape, Harry_Potter, Tom_Riddle, Draco_Malfoy, Vernon_Dursley,
      Lucius_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Alternate_Universe_-_Non-Magical, BDSM, BDSM_Scene,
      Bad_BDSM_Etiquette, Graphic_Description, Anal_Sex, Torture, Rimming, Blow
      Jobs, First_Time_Blow_Jobs, Hand_Jobs, Bondage, Wax_Play, Spanking,
      Dubious_Consent, Eventual_Romance, Shameless_Smut, Dom_Severus_Snape, Sub
      Harry_Potter, Dom/sub, S&M, Master/Slave, Safewords, Adult_Content,
      Bloodplay, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Sex_Toys
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-20 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1468
****** Safeword ******
by Little-Hufflepuff_(Peyton_Stark)
Summary
     When his Uncle sells him to a jaded slave master, 17-year-old Harry
     finds himself involved heavily in the BDSM scene, untried and a
     virgin he struggles to find his place amongst the Dom’s and Sub’s
     alike. That is until a mysterious Dom buys an hour of his time and
     shows him the pleasure and pain such a lifestyle can involve.
     Severus Snape vowed never to take on a virgin or someone new to the
     scene, he wasn’t prepared to deal with an inept idiot. However, one
     look at the new kid to the scene and he’s rethinking such vows, he
     decides to train the boy, to take him under his care, starting with
     buying an hour of the submissives time. Dom!Severus. Sub!Harry. Light
     side of Draco/Harry and Severus/Lucius. One sided Tom Riddle/Harry
     Potter.
Notes
     Warnings: AU. Non-Magic. BDSM. D/s. M&S. SNARRY. Graphic. Anal.
     Torture. Rimming. Blow-jobs. Hand-jobs. Bondage. Wax play. Blood
     play. Spanking. Dub-con. Underage. Just, sex and lots of it. A little
     bit of angst. A bit of fluff. Some romance. But, mostly smut.
     If you are under the age of 18, or get squeamish about some of the
     stuff mentioned in the warnings and summary, please click out of this
     story. To those who are left, I hope you enjoy. A few bits of info
     before you start reading, this will be primarily a Severus/Harry
     story, but there will be a few times where Harry is partnered with
     Draco or Tom or another character. Let it be said and known that such
     partnering will not take over the story. This will contain underage
     sex. Dub-con, at points. And general perverseness. You have been
     fairly warned. With that said, go forth and have a read!
See the end of the work for more notes
There was an apathetic gleam to the man’s eyes. Riddle. That was his name, or
at least that’s what his Uncle called the tall, foreboding man. Harry felt like
hiding behind his Uncle’s bulk. If only so he could get away from the stoic
stare being sent his way. If it wasn’t for his Uncle holding a handful of his
jacket to stop him from moving, from escaping, he would have made a run for it.
His flight or fight response was kicking in and he had no desire to fight.
Riddle appeared calm enough, but the manic sparkle in his dark eyes was
disconcerting. Fearsome. Harry wasn’t sure what it meant, and he wasn’t
entirely positive he wanted to know.
There was a silence that stretched long between the three of them. They stood
on the balcony of some club. Harry recognised it, if only from passing. The
front of the club held red neon letters that spelled S-A-F-E-W-O-R-D in
flashing luminosity. If the night hadn’t been pitch black Harry was sure the
neon letters wouldn’t have looked so…intimidating. As it was they looked all
too menacing, he wasn’t quite sure why. It might have been because he had seen
the people who entered and exited the club. Dressed in leather and chains and
sometimes hardly dressed at all. It was all a bit overwhelming. As was the
silence that fizzed between them.
Finally, after what seemed like an age, Riddle spoke. His voice was smooth but
deep. Holding a certain lilt that told Harry he had better things to be doing
than conversing with Vernon Dursley. “You say you want to sell your nephew,
correct?”
Harry didn’t flinch at the words. He knew why his Uncle had sought out the
slave master. If not to be rid of the freakentrusted to his care, then to get a
few pounds to buy more alcohol with. He frowned when Riddle flicked his eyes
down his figure slowly. Taking in the baggy jeans and too-large jacket that had
once belonged to his cousin with a sneer. Pinking around the cheeks and feeling
embarrassed to be looked at so intently, Harry shifted and licked his lips with
a brush of his tongue.
“Yes,” his Uncle replied shortly, sounding uninterested. Harry was certain it
had everything to do with his Uncle being intimidated by Riddle and nothing to
do with the fact that he was blasé.
Riddle clicked his tongue, took a prowling step forward, and then reached out
to take a fistful of Harry’s jacket, tugging the boy from his Uncle’s grip and
forward a pace. Dark eyes met with bright green and a measured, stretching, and
toothy grin crawled over the man’s face. Making him look, if possible, ten-
times more imposing. Harry wanted to untangle himself from Riddle’s hold, to
step away, to runaway. But, something in the dark gaze made him freeze, made
his heart falter and he knew this man wasn’t someone to mess with.
“What makes you think I’d want him?” Riddle asked Vernon.
Harry didn’t turn around to see his Uncle’s reaction to such words, he didn’t
need to, for he could hear the spluttering, indignant and unsure. Riddle took
no pity on the large man, instead his eyes were fixed solely on Harry. Finally,
after much stuttering and huffing Vernon replied, his voice was gruff and
uncertain.
“He’s good at chores –”
Riddle cut him off with a glare. “I don’t need slaves for chores.” He spat.
“You are acquainted with what I do? Yes?”
Vernon was making a strangled noise in his throat, “He’s a virgin!” He blurted
out when Riddle narrowed his glare into something dangerous.
Harry furrowed his eyebrows at such an admission. Why would his Uncle feel the
need to divulge such information? He wasn’t dumb or dense, but he wasn’t aware
his virginity was a good selling strategy. Riddle’s eyes widened imperceptibly,
but Harry caught the little glance the man sent him, as if he was seeing him
for the first time. “Untried.” He said, more to himself than to Vernon or
Harry. His eyes became faraway for a brief pause and then they snapped back
into focus. “I could find a virgin anywhere, easily, what makes the boy
different?” he demanded to know.
Vernon shifted on the balls of his feet nervously, Harry couldn’t see him but
he could hear his weight shuffling about. “He’s underage,” he said almost in a
whisper, as if he was sharing a secret with Riddle. Riddle looked pointedly at
Harry, making the boy shift much like his Uncle had.
“How old are you?” he asked, abruptly.
Harry wetted his lips, nervous to be addressed all of a sudden. “Seventeen.” He
replied.
Something flickered across Riddle’s face, a slow drag of an emotion much like
desire and annoyance. Harry wasn’t sure which emotion was more pronounced.
“You’ll refer to me as sirin future. I do not tolerate my slaves calling me by
my name, first or last, instead you’ll call me Master.”
Harry gaped at the man. Riddle still held his jacket and jostled him a little
to get a reply.
“Yes, sir.” Harry muttered, meekly. Unsure why it felt so unusual, yet normal,
to address the man in such a way.
“Does this mean you’ll take him?” Vernon spoke up from behind Harry, his voice
louder now. More confident.
Riddle sent the bulky man a glare. Vernon shut up quickly, Harry heard his
mouth shut with an audible sound, and he was aware, acutely, of the burning
look he was receiving from Riddle. “Have you pleasured yourself before?” the
lecherous, unexpected question startled Harry. He blushed fitfully and Riddle
smirked crookedly down at him. “Yes or no.” He pushed.
Harry didn’t know how to respond, sure he had the answer, but he felt decidedly
uncomfortable sharing it with the man and his Uncle. Riddle dragged him closer
by the jacket, until Harry was forced to be pressed up against the tall man,
his head swam dizzily when he caught the scent of leather.
“Do I have to force the answer from you?” Riddle asked, rhetorically. “Because,
I think I’d very much enjoy that.” He added with a leering smile.
Harry tilted his chin up, meeting the obsidian stare with his own. He wouldn’t
be intimidated by the man. “Yes, I have.” He said, gritting the words out past
his teeth.
Riddle hummed, a noise that was neither good or bad. Harry didn’t know what to
make of it. Suddenly he was released, he stumbled away from Riddle on rather
shaky legs.
“I’ll take him. How much did you want for him?”
Vernon named his price, Harry watched as the money exchanged hands, it happened
quickly, all too quickly, and with a sinking feeling he realised he was now
owned by Riddle. He didn’t feel as uncertain as he should have, he was almost
relieved that he didn’t have to live with his Uncle anymore.
When the deal was done, Harry was dragged by the wrist up against Riddle’s
body, Vernon made a noise in his throat, that could have been a thank you and
gave Harry a fleeting, hard look. As if he was telling the boy not to mess up
the deal for him. He had gotten the money; he wasn’t about to give it back.
Riddle wrapped his arms, surprisingly strongly, around Harry’s narrow waist.
Holding him in place. He looked once at Vernon and said, almost deprecatingly,
“You may go.”
After Vernon had made a hasty retreat, money clutched in his beefy hand, Riddle
shifted and turned Harry around in his hold. Harry frowned up at the man.
Catching sight of that manic gleam in his gaze. He didn’t like it.
“Do you know what I do for a living?” Riddle asked, quietly.
“No.”
“Sir.” Riddle corrected sharply.
Harry bit his bottom lip firmly and shook his head with a little, “No, sir,”
escaping his lips.
Riddle pushed the boy away from him but stayed close enough for Harry to smell
the leather scent of him. “I am first and foremost a slave master. I take in
slaves or buy them and train them. If they misbehave they are punished, if they
are good they are rewarded. I am secondly a Dom. I like to dominate submissives
and I take pleasure in causing pain.”
Harry knew he blanched. He was well aware of the light-headedness that plagued
him. Riddle apparently noticed his unease, he did nothing in putting him out of
his unrest.
“I will use you, whip you, spank you, chain you up, and I will take you when I
feel the time is right. You are now mine.”
Harry thought it sounded like a threat. A declaration of ownership. And he felt
suddenly ill.
End Notes
     This is just the prologue, it's very tame I know, but I had to
     explain how Harry got himself into such a lifestyle. The first
     chapter will be heavy on the sex. Just FYI. ;) Comments and kudos are
     love!
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