Day two: Veritaserum

Harry's breath was quick and jagged as he felt the shackle close over his ankles. Hands bound behind him and feet cuffed to the hard wood chair was not a new feeling for him. The reason for his quick breath was the bottle full of a clear liquid sitting on the table in front of him. Veritaserum. He hated that stuff. A blindfold was fastened around his eyes. Damn, Severus was evil today. The cold vial slipped between his lips and he gulped down the tasteless potion. Why had he agreed to this? Oh, right. He got revenge on Sev, this was Sev's version of even. He heard a 'fwoosh' suddenly. He couldn't exactly identify it.

"Can you see at all Harry?" Came Snape's voice.

"No, not a bit, who's there? Was that the Flu?"

"In order, that's for me to know and you to guess, and yes."

"Severus! There's someone here!"

"Yes, do you trust me?"

"Yes, of course."

"Then be quiet and speak only when spoken to."

Harry tried to speak but it seemed that his vocal cords had stopped working. Damn the conniving Slytherin.

He heard muffled speaking and a rich laugh that definitely didn't come from Sev.

Harry was suddenly very aware of what he was wearing, tiny tight black shorts with over the knee boots and a dog collar around his neck. He knew he looked hot but who was this man? A prostitute?

"Don't you just delectable ."

That voice, silky, refined, it couldn't be.

"Do you know who this is?" Said the voice.

"Lucius Malfoy? What the fuck Sev! What is he doing here! Hey, I'm talking…" The moment he paused his voice seemed lost to him again.

"It seems our little pet has discovered the loophole already." Severus.

"Shouldn't be a problem, I wonder how long he can beg without pausing."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves Luc. Now Harry, do you know why I brought Lucius?"

"Yes."

"Why is that?"

"Because I've had a thing for Lucius for years…"

"Hmmm." Crooned the downy voice. "What an interesting confession, I almost didn't believe it to be true but hearing from, as they say, 'the horse's mouth', especially if said horse is dosed on Veritaserum."

"Are you comfortable Harry?" Said Snape, concern evident.

"No!"

"Who not?"

"Well, first thing Lucius Malfoy is standing there looking at when I'm basically naked, I'm blindfolded, chained up and more than a little turned on and scared."

"Why are you scared?"

"Cause I don't know what you're going to ask and I'm scared you're going to turn me on too much or torture me like yesterday or make me tell you my fantasies or the kinky things I've been considering asking or…" Here Harry cut himself off, realizing what he's just said.

"Very interesting." The two said in tandem, then laughed.

"You can use the safe word whenever you need to Harry."

"What's the safe word?" Questioned the blond.

"It's unmistakable, don't worry."

Two sets of large hands began to caress his exposed torso suddenly and silently causing him to jump.

One massaged his shoulders and the other trailed patterns down his torso.

Fingers pinched his nipples. Stroked over his stomach, toyed with the edge of his shorts. A warm tongue stroked his neck, hinting of teeth. The hands slipped into the waistband of his shorts, Harry's hands clenched on the arms of the chair, it was too much. How had Severus known this? Of course, when he had given him access to his mind, he must have picked up on it. Damn, damn, damn.

"You've taught him well, Severus."

"Now, why do you say that?"

"He hasn't moved, not a sound, yet he's so hard for us."

"Perhaps we should reward him."

Then a hand wrapped around his hard cock. Harry couldn't breathe. He so desperately wanted to move or moan but he stopped himself.

"So Harry, tell us, what is one of these fantasies you are so scared that we'll ask about?"

"You are evil. I have this idea of you two, specifically, just tying me to a bed. Teasing me, torturing me, until I break, then you punish me, it always changes how, then you both take me. I can almost feel it"

"Delicious Harry, thank you for being honest."

"He didn't really have a choice now did he?"

Harry felt that this was going to be a long night. He couldn't wait.