AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is where my chapters start. Enjoy!
When Harry and Aimee finished pleasuring their respective customers, they were led to the basement. This place in St. Petersburg must also be another of Daray’s brothels for the room was filled with young girls in beds. Aimee was pushed toward one of the empty beds. Harry made toward another when the man who had led him had grabbed his upper arm and jerked him back.
“You will be sleeping somewhere else from now on,” the guard said. The man walked to the very back of the basement until he got to a door. He unlocked it and pushed Harry inside. Then the door shut and locked behind him.
Harry looked around the room for a moment. A short moment. The room was very small, but still bigger than the cupboard at the Dursley’s. The walls were the same concrete bricks as the rest of the basement and there were no windows. There was a small loose bulb dangling from the ceiling. At least there was light. And a bed. Well, not really a bed. It was just a mattress on the floor. Besides the mattress and the light, the room was completely empty. Not that anything else could fit. The twin mattress took up almost all of the little space the room had. The room didn’t even have a pillow.
Harry lay on his back on the mattress and tried to sleep. The bulb was the same as the one in the other part of the basement. With such a large room to provide light for, the bulb wasn’t very bright and the large basement was pretty dark most of the time, but since Harry’s room was so small the room was a lot brighter. Harry didn’t see a cord he could pull to turn the light off so he had a hard time falling asleep.
It seemed only a moment later when Harry heard the door to his room roughly pulled open and the man from earlier shouted his name.
“Emres, wake up!”
Harry got up and followed the man through the basement and up the stairs. To Harry’s surprise he was brought to the same room he had woken up in when he first arrived. Harry figured it was Daray’s room.
“Good, you brought him,” Daray said to the man. “You may leave.”
Daray glared down at Harry with a smile on his face. “How are you liking the special accommodations?
“You have me in a closet,” Harry grunted.
“That room is the punishment room. When one of my merchandise gets a little too rowdy or forgets what they’re here for, they are placed in that room for a few days. They will still need to go up and see their customers, of course, but they are forbidden from socializing with the other children.” The man took out a cigarette and lit it. He stared out the window before taking a long drag.
“As of today, that room will no longer be the punishment room, but your bedroom from here on out. You will stay there whenever you are not with a customer. You will live in that room completely isolated from your peers. When you are walking through the basement either going to or coming back from seeing a customer, you are forbidden from interacting with the other children. Understood?”
Harry stared at the man who was still staring out the window. “You caused a lot of trouble for me and my business and I very well can’t kill you.” The man turned to look at him. “I told you. You are too beautiful.” The man took another drag and exhaled. Harry watched the smoke. “But I can get rid of what little you do have. First your friends. Then your pride.
“You can force me to stop talking with my friends, but you can’t get rid of my pride,” Harry said.
“Children are always so naïve.”
Harry couldn’t quite make out what the man had said. Harry just stared as Daray walked over to him and exhaled cigarette smoke into his face. Harry coughed as he was led to the bed. Harry knew what the man wanted and stripped off his clothing and got up on the bed. The man got on top of him.
“That’s right, be obedient and learn your place here and you’ll be rewarded. I don’t reward my merchandise. Ever. But I think I’ll make an exception for you. You be good and make me a shit ton of money. Keep me happy and I’ll see to making you more comfortable…and even happy.”
The man was lying. Harry knew that. He wouldn’t let himself be fooled. He knew that the man was only trying to manipulate him into never trying to escape again. Daray’s business hinged on secrecy and Harry had almost ruined everything for him. He was trying to control Harry. He wouldn’t dare let himself believe that his situation here could get better.
“Comfortable? Happy? How?” Harry asked, pretending that he had fallen for the man’s manipulation.
The man smiled down at the teen. He could tell that the boy was holding tight to his convictions. That would all change, the man knew. He would break this boy.
“I won’t be putting you back with the other children, ever, but I can make your room more comfortable. I bet you would really like a pillow, yes? Please me and you will get rewarded. Maybe someday I could even give you your own room—a real room—upstairs. That I’m sure you would like. That and better food and clothes too. And a warm bath.”
Harry let the words in one ear and out the other. The man would never do so much for what he considered merchandise. Harry knew that. He wouldn’t think on what he was told. It was just manipulation.
“And when I said ‘happy’ I meant this,” Daray said before bringing his lips close to Harry’s chest and licking his nipple.
“No, stop,” Harry pleaded. “This isn’t going to make me happy. If you want me happy then stop.”
“Oh, I’m sure this is just the thing for a stubborn boy like you. There’s one thing that men love more than anything else and that’s sex.”
“No!”
“Just relax. This isn’t work. This is for your pleasure.”
Harry turned his head away as the man blew another puff of smoke into his face. Harry tried to think of something else, anything else. He looked at the lamp on the nightstand.
He felt Daray blow smoke on his prick before licking the underside.
The lamp was skinny with a large bulbous base.
Daray took the head of his prick in his mouth and began to suck. It felt so odd like a wet vacuum cleaner was on his penis.
The lamp was yellow.
He felt hands cupping and rubbing his ballsack. The mouth on his penis sucked more of him inside. Harry gasped when he felt his prick enter the man’s throat.
The lamp…the lamp had a lampshade.
Harry could feel his prick grow hard for the first time since he’d been captured. He hated it. It rose up against his will. He tried to make it go back down, but the massage to his balls and the wet suction around his shaft made that impossible. But it didn’t feel good, Harry told himself. Not good. It was horrible. It wasn’t good.
The…lamp, right. The lamp. The lamp was…it was…
Harry moaned by accident. The sensations were just too much. It wasn’t his fault.
“That’s a good boy, let yourself enjoy it,” Daray said.
Was he enjoying it? No. He didn’t have a choice and he wasn’t responsible for how he reacted. He wasn’t.
Harry focused on the lamp again. It was…skinny with a bulbous base. And…
“Ah!” Harry moaned when the man pressed his wet tongue to Harrys’ hole. Harry felt the man’s tongue slide inside his ass. It wiggled there as his balls and prick were being expertly fondled by Daray’s hands. “I…I…”
“That’s right, come for me. You’ll feel so good.”
Harry completely forgot about the lamp. All he could think about was his prick. He was ready to burst. He could feel his balls tighten. And then it happened. Harry came all over his stomach. The orgasm had felt so good. No, not good. It couldn’t have felt good.
Harry lay boneless on the bed. He watched his rapist get up and call for one of the guards. Then he cleaned Harry’s stomach with a tissue.
“If you behave, I wouldn’t mind pleasuring you again as a reward. I know you enjoyed yourself. The proof is on this tissue,” the man said as he threw the tissue in the wastebasket.
Harry didn’t see the point in arguing. He had to pretend that he did like it so the man would think his manipulations were working. Harry remained silent. He watched the man take another drag of his cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray. Harry was then allowed to get dressed.
A moment later a guard came and brought Harry back downstairs to his room. Harry tried to find a comfortable position on the old mattress before slowly drifting off. It would be nice to have a pillow, harry thought. Then he berated himself for even thinking it.
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“But how are we going to find him?” Sirius asked the Headmaster. “He could be anywhere in France.”
A small group of Order Members had flooed to Paris, France as soon as they could. Their group consisted of Albus Dumbledore, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Severus Snape, and Arthur Weasley. Molly wanted to come as well, actually most of the aurors did. Harry meant a lot to them, but they had to stick to a small group. Molly was beyond worried for Harry, but she wouldn’t be too helpful if she hotheadedly began banging on muggles’ doors and screaming at the top of her lungs for Harry like she most likely would if she’d been allowed to come.
And none of the kids even knew Harry was missing. The Order thought it best not to worry the kids. It’s not like Ron or the twins would do anything but anxiously wait for their friend to return. And Hermione was home with her muggle parents. Yes, it was best to let the children enjoy their summer vacation.
“If the child prostitution ring we saw on the news is the same one that Harry is in, then he’s most definitely in Paris,” said Remus.
“But we don’t know that!” yelled Sirius. “It could be a completely different ring! All we have is the name of the guy!”
“Leave it to a Potter to get himself into trouble even during the summer months,” Severus said.
“Hey!” Sirius yelled. “Shut up you git. Harry is currently being…being…by some muggle perverts right now. What’s wrong with you?”
“I believe the word you’re looking for is ‘raped’ you stupid dog. Besides I wouldn’t worry. The brat is too ugly for anyone to want to fuck. He’s probably just assisting with chores at the whore house. That or his uncle lied. The brat probably did run away—”
Arthur placed an unwelcome hand on Severus’s shoulder. “You went too far, Severus. Harry’s in real danger right now and standing around talking about it like this isn’t helping.”
Severus looked around at the others. The dog looked like he wanted to kill him, Remus turned away from him to hide his face, the coward. Albus looked distraught. And Arthur was clearly holding back tears. He had known he’d gone too far the moment he’d said it, but he just couldn’t help it. Potter was a brat. He hated the kid who was so much like his father. But the man knew that Potter didn’t deserve to be sex trafficked. Nobody deserved that.
“I believe the best course of action,” Albus said in the most calm voice he could manage, is to secretly search for the boy in Paris. It wouldn’t do to let on that we are trying to take down a child prostitution ring though. Unfortunately there is a good chance they would change locations, possible even send Harry to a brothel in another country. There is also the possibility of the leaders of this ring being very unkind to anyone trying to free their slaves. These are not just some troublesome muggles. These are very dangerous people. Safety first everyone.”
“How are we supposed to do this without alerting the leaders of the ring?” Remus asked.
“We are going to need one of us to pretend to be a customer,” Albus answered. “Severus, I believe there is no one more perfect for the job.”
“You wish me to have sex with children?” the man asked blandly.
“No, no, my dear boy. We will make a list of all the brothels in Paris and you will go to each one, peruse their catalogue, and see if Harry is one of the prostitutes listed. If he is then all you need to do is buy his time and secretly get him out of there. You will be in disguise to protect your identity, of course.”
Albus looked at a picture he had of Harry. It was one that had been used by Rita Skeeter’s newspaper column on the Triwizard Tournament. Harry looked so young and innocent in it. Just a boy.
“Severus,” he said. “You need to be vigilant and skeptical of every brothel you visit. Some may simply look like ordinary whore houses. You need to see if they have ‘special merchandise’ that you can peruse. Or maybe a ‘back room’. These places do not blatantly advertise that they have child prostitutes, of course.”
Severus just stared blankly at the man. “And what makes you think I would be ‘perfect’ for this little escapade.”
“That’s what I’d like to know. Send me,” cried Sirius. “I can find Harry and get him the hell out of there.”
“No,” Albus said, adamant. “It must be Severus.”
“And why is that?” Remus asked.
“I trust Severus with my life. He is impassive and unemotional when it counts. He also has no special connection to Harry. Severus will not allow emotion to get in the way of this mission. Nobody would suspect him of looking for someone specific.”
Remus was about to say that he too could leave emotions by the wayside, but was that true? Would the ringleaders of these sex trafficking rings, of these brothels, really see no emotion, no sadness, no yearning on his face? No. None of them could do this. They all loved Harry more than the boy would ever know. Except for Snape. Snape didn’t care for Harry. The Headmaster was right. No one would suspect a thing from him.
It seemed like Arthur had just come to the same conclusion. “He’s right. This is a job for Severus.”
The only one who didn’t agree was Sirius, the most emotional of them all. He wanted to be the one to save Harry, but eventually he too was made to see reason.
The small group of Order members began looking at maps of Paris and jotting down all the well-known brothels. When they were done, they moved on to more common whore houses, then to bottom-of-the-barrel sleazy streets that were known to have hookers walking about. The list was long and it took them all night to finish. They all went to bed when they began to see the sun come up.
All except one.
Severus lay awake in his Paris hotel room. They wanted him to pretend to be a customer, did they? Severus couldn’t help but be revolted by the idea. Children were disgusting creatures that barely had any brain cells. Harry Potter in particular was a brainless fool just like his father. The boy was dreadful at potions to the point of being dangerous to teach. Especially when he worked with Longbottom. Severus had no doubt that Granger helped Potter with his essays, which were illegible. How on earth could a boy like that learn to be a good prostitute? Potter had no ability to learn, so how would he learn to suck cock?
The man never imagined he’d think the words ‘Potter’ and ‘suck cock’ in the same sentence. It was odd. Severus imagined James Potter on his knees sucking some man’s cock. Severus liked the idea. Potter was in his proper place.
And then, without his permission, the image changed. Potter was still on his knees, but it was the son this time. Harry Potter was sucking on some muggle pervert’s cock. Severus felt his cock twitch at the idea and it bothered him. The boy was merely a child. Arthur had been right when he said the boy was in danger. Potter wasn’t a whore, he was a child under his tutelage. Potter was his student. He had to stop thinking of the boy on his knees. It was disturbing and not helping. He needed to save the brat.
Severus vanished the image from his mind and went to bed.
Finnian Siog 