Severus Snape had been conversing stifly with Madame Pomfrey about a potion he was brewing for the hospital ward when his world exploded. It was the throbbing pain in his left arm that warned him-but he didn't need it. Suddenly there was a six-foot brown-haired man with bright red eyes standing in front of the table. He opened his mouth to raise the alarm, but never got the chance; there was wand in his face and dropped into apparent unconsciousness; but if only it were blissful unconscious, he would be happy. Instead, he was caught in a painful limbo; his limbs held taunt, his vision black, his blood like ice in his veins, his head pounding as if trying to overthrow the bone shattering pain in his limbs.
/I'm dying...He thought, desperately trying to do something-anything to relieve the pain. There was a sudden rush of relatively warm air; and then nothing.
Severus woke with a pounding headache, face down in the pillows, but when he tried to roll over, he found the motion arrested painfully. Taking a deep breath, he took stock of his surroundings. He was in an all too familiar position; his knees up and arms tied out in front of him in a manner that immediately placed all his weight on his chest, forcing his back to arc painfully. His arms where tied at the wrist and elbow and stretched foreword to be attached to the headboard causing him to turn his head to one side so he could breathe, and his knees where held apart with a long rod that he knew to be bamboo, each ankle cuffed to a bed post. His lack of clothing wasn’t exactly anything new either, though made the position even more uncomfortable. Severus let a little whimper escape into the pillows; just as he knew this position well, he knew what was going to happen even better.
"Ah, you're awake. Good." Voldemort's voice made his skin crawl, and drew a short sob from his throat. "Did you miss me, Severus?" Voldemort had lowered himself to the bed, the mattress barely giving to his late-teenage form. Voldemort lightly ran a hand down Severus' bare back and smiled. "Did you?" Severus swallowed hard and choked on a rush of sudden panic.
"Yes, Master." He sobbed, hating himself for it, but the answer was apparently satisfactory because Voldemort’s hand traveled further down his back, tracing his spine and stopping at the base to run light circles around it.
"Do you like my new body, Pet?" He asked replacing his fingers with his lips and leaving a soft kiss at the base of his spine. Severus sucked in his breath sharply and whimpered into the pillow.
"Yes, Master." It was all he could say; all he dared to say. Voldemort laughed softly, then placed his fingers back on Severus' back and let them trail into the cleft between his buttocks stopping to play with the puckered rosebud guarding his pet's entrance before moving down further and taking his testicles in between two fingers and pinching them lightly.
"Do you still like it when I play with you?" The Dark Lord inquired sweetly, tugging his current play toy and batting them back and forth with his long manicured hand. Severus didn't. He hated it; but he wasn't stupid enough to tell his 'master' that.
"Yes, Lord." He hopped his voice didn't sound half as strained to the man toying with him as it did in his own ears; but if it did, Voldemort gave no indication, only ran his hand up a little further to lightly stroke Severus' treacherous member.
"Yes, I see you do..." Voldemort laughed as Severus' slowly began to erect. Much to the professor’s dismay, a strangled moan escaped his lips and tears began to spill down his cheeks. This however, didn't go unnoticed. "Why are you crying, Severus?" If he had been foolish or young enough, Severus might have believed that he had caught a tone of caring in his voice; but Severus was neither so he didn't.
"I'm just so happy to see you, my Lord...." He lied, the tears falling a little more freely despite his attempts to stop them. This, however, pleased Voldemort greatly, and he gently brushed the tears from Severus' face before moving to kneel between his knees. Severus could tell he was devoid of his clothing by the smooth flesh against his inner legs. Bracing himself, he took a corner of the pillow in his teeth and clenched it as hard as he could. Voldemort gently wrapped his arms around Severus' hips and was holding his erection painfully.
"I'm going to fuck you, Severus..." Voldemort warned before pulling roughly and impaling his pet. Severus was clenching the pillow so tightly between his teeth he thought he might shatter his jaw, sobbing quietly at the sudden pain, but Voldemort didn't seem to notice-or rather didn't seem to care. "God damn it, my little pet.... you’re still tight.... so damn tight.... I’m flattered at your celibacy..." He was laughing mirthlessly as he thrust into the prone body beneath him with all his unnatural strength, relishing in each choked sob he brought out of his pet. To Severus' pleasure, it had been far too long since Voldemort had done anything of this sort and his stamina failed him quickly. Voldemort collapsed on top of him, causing Severus to put a painful strain on his shoulders in order to support his weight. When the Dark Lord's breath had finally slowed to something resembling normalcy, he pushed himself off Severus' bowed body and carefully stood.
"I'll send Lucius in to help clean you up...it's been fun; we'll do it again soon, I promise. I'll see you at dinner in an hour, my sweet pet." Voldemort awarded him with another fond stroke to the back before throwing a robe over his shoulders and sauntering out of the room.