"Him," Sirius raised his chin toward the young man bound in chains in the center of the arena. "Have him brought to my chambers."

Walburga's regal face remained smooth, completely void of emotion, just as she had been trained to do since birth. Her eyes however, betrayed her ire and disgust as she turned to look at the heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. "The beast?" she inquired, her haughty voice tight.

Sirius let one corner of his mouth lift in a slow smirk. "Yes." His gaze returned to the muscled man in the ring whose bare chest was heaving as he fought against his restraints. The battle beforehand had forced him to fight against his own kind, leaving him covered in blood and dirt. Sirius notes that it did little to diminish his handsome features.

Orion Black came to stand next to the throne his son occupied, his gaze flickering to the werewolf still in the ring before settling on his eldest son and heir. "Do you wish him to be your slave?" Orion paused until Sirius tore his gaze from the werewolf and met his own. "You have several personal slaves already, Sirius. To what purpose do you intend to use this creature?"

"For what purpose do I want that gorgeous man brought to my chambers?" A slow smile spread across his face as he saw his father's nostrils flare and the ire flicker in his eyes. "I wish to ravish him, of course."

To his credit, Orion's expression did not betray the distaste he felt at the thought of his heir's proclivities and baser tendencies. "Do not forget your duty." The powerful ruler inclined his head towards the dark-haired woman occupying a chair further along the dais.

Sirius turned to look at his cousin Bellatrix, looking regal and poised in a diaphanous black gown, her long curls gleaming in the sunlight. Her beauty did nothing but turn his stomach as he watched her laugh with malicious glee when one of the guards used a brief Crucio to try to control the creature trying to break his restraints.

He turned back to his father, his grey eyes hard. "I know my duty and I will marry Bella next month as planned. You will have your heir and an unbroken line of pure Blacks as you wish it, Father." At Orion's brief nod of acceptance, Sirius let his eyes wander back to the sandy-haired man in shackles. "You will have what you want, and I will have what I desire."

Sirius could feel his lust flare as he watched the creature force himself to stand after being knocked down by the torture curse. Even dripping in blood, sweat, and filth he stood proudly and defiantly. He spat at the guard's feet and Sirius could see the determination to endure whatever came his way in the werewolf's golden eyes.

"I want him brought to my chambers, unharmed. Immediately," He turned to the nearest guard. "I will not repeat myself."

The guard glanced quickly at Orion, his lord and master, and at his brief nod immediately descended the dais and strode purposefully to the center of the ring. He waved his wand at the ring anchoring the chains to the ground and tossed the chains to the large guardsman hovering nearby. He barked orders as four guards surrounded the prisoner and led him out of the arena.

Sirius watched until they were out of view and rose from his throne. He bowed to his mother, who inclined her head, but did not stop the sneer from twisting her features as she looked upon her son with revulsion. Sirius smirked at her displeasure before bowing to his father. "If you'll excuse me, sir, I have…matters…to attend to."

Orion resumed his seat upon his own throne before dismissing Sirius with a small wave of his hand.

Sirius glanced at his younger brother, sitting ramrod straight in his seat, his silver eyes fixed upon Sirius with ill-concealed distaste. "Reg, enjoy the rest of the…show."

Regulus simply glared at his brother and muttered, "A vile beast…" while shaking his head and turning away from his older sibling.

Sirius faltered for a split second, but quickly adopted a mask of indifference before leaving the dais with his robes billowing behind.

He steadfastly tried to not let the hatred he knew his family felt for him and his preferences overwhelm him as he made his way to his chambers. His stony glare and quick pace through the stone hallways had servants scurrying out of his way. As he neared his private sanctuary, he forced his thoughts to turn to the handsome creature who would be waiting for him.

Sirius had not spared much thought for the werewolf uprising the forces of the House of Black had crushed until the arena battles had begun to be staged several days ago. When the two dozen ragtag members that had survived the massacre were ushered into the arena and ordered to fight to the death he had watched with his usual brand of disinterest until he had seen the lone figure who seemed to refuse to fight.

Tall and broad with a well-muscled torso, the only clothing the man wore was a pair of torn breeches that clung to him. Though his sleek and powerful physique was enough to attract Sirius' attention it was the utter defiance in his amber eyes that captivated him. He defended himself against any who came his way, but he refused to fight them unless they were attacking him first. The only break in this strategy came when Fenrir Greyback approached him.

When the creature saw Fenrir, his composure broke and he was ferocious in his attack, snarling while he tried everything in his power to kill the werewolf who had brought about his pack's demise. Fenrir fought back and laughed as he did so, eliciting even more wild rage in his opponent.

Sirius was transfixed and couldn't help but hope for the sandy-haired stranger to win the battle. Once all of the other opponents were dead, the creature doubled his attacks on Greyback, fueled by his rage. Greyback had the advantage of years of ruthless fighting and despite the adrenaline coursing through the younger man, Greyback soon had him pinned to the ground. Fenrir threw his head back and laughed, calling for the guards, as the other man struggled against him. When the guards arrived to restrain the prisoner, Fenrir stood and addressed the House of Black, surprisingly asking for the other werewolf to be spared.

The guards awaited their master's verdict and upon the brief nod of agreement Lord Black gave, they magically bound the prisoner to the ground. Despite his numerous injuries and the shackles chaining him to the earth, the man struggled against his bonds and roared at Greyback, promising to exact revenge. It took much of Sirius' self-control to temper the lust that raged through him as he watched the werewolf snarl at his enemy, his muscles shifting and bulging as he fought his restraints. He knew in that very moment that he would stop at nothing to have him. He had no idea why this man affected him so powerfully, but he knew that even more so than the physical lust he felt for the attractive creature, something within him called out for the other man.

As Sirius approached, the guards opened the doors to his chambers swiftly so he didn't have to slow his gait.

He entered his sanctuary and saw that the guards had already arrived with his new slave. The man was still bound by shackles on his wrists and ankles and stood in the center of his sitting room, a guard flanking each side. At his entrance, the prisoner turned his head and watched Sirius walk towards him, his unsettling amber eyes meeting Sirius' stormy grey.

Sirius stopped directly in front of him, his eyes never leaving the other man's, and addressed the guards. "Leave us. Now." The guards obeyed immediately, the doors shutting heavily behind them.

The heir to the House of Black let his gaze slip from the man in chains and roam over his body, taking in all of the bruises and abrasions that seemed recent speckled in between the many scars that seemed to cover most of his face and body.

"Tell me," he asked quietly, "what is your name?"

The prisoner stood still and Sirius could see the reticence in his eyes, ever the defiant one. It seemed to occur to him that he had nothing left to lose by telling his captor his name so he finally spoke. "Remus."

Sirius licked his lips before letting the name roll off his tongue slowly. "Remus…how fitting."

Before Remus could respond, Sirius called out abruptly. "Kreacher!"

Instantly a small, wizened house elf appeared at his side. "Master has need of Kreacher?"

Sirius turned from Remus and ordered a bath to be drawn immediately. Kreacher snapped his fingers before disappearing again with a crack and Remus could hear the sound of running water nearby though he could not see it.

"This simply won't do." Sirius waved his hand towards Remus' chains and held his gaze with a slow smile. "Would you like me to remove them?"

Remus was unsure what this young lord had in mind for him, but he wasn't about to dismiss an opportunity to be unrestrained and attempt an escape. "Y-yes." His nostrils flared as he forced himself to continue. "Please."

Sirius pulled his wand from his robes and with a casual flick the bonds disappeared. He watched Remus rub his chafed wrists for a moment before speaking. "Come with me." He turned his back on him and walked away, leaving Remus staring after him incredulously.

Lord Black did not turn back to see if Remus followed, but a few moments later heard the other's hesitant footsteps behind him. Sirius came to a stop next to a large pool-like bath and turned to look at Remus as he came to a stop two steps behind him.

Remus stared at the enormous sunken bath and took in every detail of the dozen golden taps, each inlaid with jewels, which stood in the center. Steaming water came out of each, but he could see some of the taps also flowed with what he could only assume were soap bubbles. Two young women and two young men stood waiting at the steps to the bath, looking at the Black heir expectantly, who in turn was looking at Remus.

"What, what is all this?" Remus asked hesitantly.

Sirius smiled softly as he motioned to the pool by his feet. "Why, it's your bath of course."

The werewolf looked at him in confusion. "My bath?"

"Of course." Sirius removed his outer robes, handing them off to one of the attendants, before moving closer to Remus. His grey eyes raked over the taller man's body in a way that had Remus' heartbeat quicken. "You're covered in the gore of the arena; the blood of your clan. I simply thought you might wish to be rid of that and cleanse yourself."

Remus nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He knew this man before him was supposed to be his Master now, but he had a strong sense that he wasn't to be the typical slave. He could see the way the other man looked at him with unmistakable sexual longing and he knew he should try to use that to his advantage. He would find a way to escape and if it took satisfying the other man's obvious lust to make him think Remus was his obedient slave then he would do so. He would do anything it took to leave the hell he had found himself in since he had discovered Greyback's plans.

It didn't however, mean he was willing to be taken by force.

Remus raised his head and met the other man's eyes. "Do you intend to rape me?"

Amusement flared in the other man's face and he barked a laugh. "Rape? You think I plan to rape you?" Sirius stopped chuckling and stepped closer to Remus, pressing his lithe frame as close to Remus' as he could without actually touching him. "I've never raped anyone, man or woman. I certainly don't plan on beginning with you."

Remus tried to control the traitorous beating of his heart at the other man's nearness. He was without a doubt an incredibly beautiful man, Master or not.

Sirius arched his neck to bring his face even closer to Remus'. A predatory smile graced his full lips as he spoke softly into Remus' ear. "I will never rape you, you don't have to fear me." Sirius leaned back so he could watch Remus' face. "I will have you though, make no mistake about it. You will be laid bare before me, writhing with need, and I will fuck you until you can't walk for days." Remus couldn't help the catch in his breath as he watched the man wet his lips and slowly smirk before continuing. "But you're going to beg me for it. You're going to yearn for my touch and my cock until you can't see straight. Is that clear?"

Sirius didn't wait for Remus' answer and stepped back, motioning to the servants who immediately surrounded Remus, attempting to divest him of his clothes. Remus stepped back quickly, shoving their hands away. "I can undress and bathe myself."

Sirius laughed softly and held Remus' gaze. "But where is the pleasure in that?" Sirius stepped back and settled himself on a large reclining couch adjacent to the bath. "Do as you wish, but I would highly recommend their services."

Remus considered carefully how to proceed before answering. "I'll undress myself, but I will allow them to…help, with the bathing."

Sirius nodded his agreement and watched as Remus unknotted the fastenings of his trousers and slid them down his long legs, baring himself completely to the steam-filled air. Though he seemed to outwardly show no signs of discomfort at his nudity, Sirius saw the telltale twitch of the muscle at his jaw and the compulsive bob of his Adam's apple as Remus descended the steps into the bath.

Even covered in blood and filth, Remus was a striking specimen of masculinity. Sirius adjusted his reclining pose on the settee as he felt the stirring in his loins, taking in the way the man's muscles flexed and rippled across his back and rear as he sank lower into the water. The groan of pleasure that escaped Remus' mouth as the hot water relaxed his tense and overworked muscles went straight to Sirius' groin and he had to bite back an answering moan as he hardened painfully in his now too tight trousers, reveling in the sound and look of pleasure that crossed Remus' face.

Remus felt the hot water soothe his aching muscles as it lapped around his chest. He ducked his head underwater briefly and swept his now wet hair off his face as he emerged. The servants had entered the pool behind him and Remus felt ill at ease as he watched them approach, all now apparently as naked as he.

One of the women smiled gently at him as she poured some liquid soap into her hands and began to work it into his hair, her fingers gently massaging his scalp. Remus tried to relax and enjoy the feeling, but he startled when he felt other hands on his body, scrubbing the grime of the brutal day away with scented soaps and soft cloths.

He looked into the eyes of one of the servant men who was running a cloth across Remus' chest and he saw the desire in the man's eyes before he felt the hard cock against his thigh.

Remus' eyes widened and flicked to Lord Black who was laying on the chaise just outside the pool, watching the servants bathe Remus with a look of unadulterated lust stamped across his aristocratic features.

Seeing that Remus watched him, Sirius slowly and purposely ran his hand down the front of his trousers, adjusting his hard length, grinning as he saw Remus' golden eyes darken and follow Sirius' hand as it caressed his own cock. Remus quickly dropped his head when he realized he'd been caught staring. Unfortunately, this brought his line of sight to the second male servant who was now running a soapy cloth down his abdomen towards Remus' own now fully erect penis.

Before he could pull back, Remus felt the slave grasp his hard length and massage it softly with the cloth. Remus threw his head back at the contact, gasping as traitorous pleasure shot through him.

"Are you enjoying your bath?" Though he spoke softly, Sirius' voice carried in the stone chamber.

Remus sucked in a breath and looked up at the god-like man lying on the couch, a lecherous grin on his chiseled face as he stroked his own cock through his trousers, one leg bent so Remus could see exactly what he was doing. "Th-this isn't right."

Sirius arched an eyebrow. "Pietro, Marlene, am I forcing you to touch this man?" He addressed the servants.

The servant with his hand on Remus' cock and the woman behind him massaging his shoulders both answered. "No, Lord Black. He is a beautiful man and I enjoy touching him." The woman stated.

The man gripped Remus' cock slightly harder, his blue eyes dark with lust. "No, master. It is my pleasure as well as his."

Sirius repeated the question to the others, Marcus and Katherine. They responded in the negative as well, Marcus grinding his erection further into Remus' thigh and Katherine rubbing her breasts against Remus' arm to prove their attraction and desire for Remus.

"Are you…satisfied with their answers, Remus?" He smirked at his own wordplay, watching as Remus tried to fight his growing desire as the four slaves washed and stroked his body. "You see Remus, gratification of the body can be had in many ways," Sirius continued. "Master or servant, freed or slave, in these chambers all of our pleasures are consensual...and there are so very many pleasures to be had."

Remus could barely nod as he tried to fight the lust raging through every fiber of his body, closing his eyes and trying to reign in his savage desire. It only served to heighten the pleasure he felt as the servants caressed him all at once.

Lord Black's voice broke through the haze clouding Remus' brain and he opened his eyes to see that the master had removed his trousers and was lazily stroking his thick erection, his eyes now locked with Remus'. "Tell me," Sirius drawled. "Do you prefer men or women?"

Remus tried to form words through his lust-addled haze, his eyes roaming from the pink tongue that wet his new master's lips down to Lord Black's hands which were stroking his impressive member, drops of pre-cum glistening on the bulbous head. "B-both." The heat from the water combined with the ministrations from the hands all over his body was working as a truth serum. "I-I've had b-both. I l-like both."

Sirius panted slightly as he watched the other man try to not give in to his obvious desire, but nearly came undone at Remus' raspy words. He stroked his own cock as he watched and asked his question again. "Tell me, Remus. Are you enjoying your bath?"

Remus nodded and raised his eyes to meet Sirius' once more. "Yes," he breathed.

Sirius' smile grew. "Would you like them to satisfy you?" Remus could barely think as the four pairs of hands on his body grew bolder, kneading and stroking him in so many places his lust-addled brain was in overdrive. He could barely control the nod he gave at his master's words.

Sirius waited no longer to issue his command. "Pleasure him as you wish."

Remus felt the hands on his body become more urgent, his mouth dropping open as a gasp escaped. The man in front of him took that as an invitation to press his mouth to Remus' in a heated kiss. Remus' brain shut down as he returned the kiss, his tongue dueling with Marcus'. He felt another mouth on his neck, biting and sucking his pulse point as soft breasts pressed into his side. He gasped into Marcus' mouth as he felt Pietro's rigid cock slide between the cleft in his cheeks and his hands reach around and grasp Remus' steel length once more, sliding it against Marcus' hard cock, sending liquid heat running through Remus' veins.

Remus could barely process what was happening, simply reacting and feeling the white-hot pleasure coursing through every fiber of his being. The two women pressed into his sides, licking and sucking every inch of his skin they could reach, shamelessly pressing their bodies against his. Remus pulled back from Marcus' bruising mouth and turned to seek Katherine's lips on his right, one hand slid around her waist to pull her even closer while his other hand delved to the left between Marlene's legs, slipping between her folds.

The still steaming water they stood in added to their rapture and Remus couldn't control the bucking of his hips, at once feeling the rigid slide of Marcus' cock against his own and Pietro's long member sliding between his ass cheeks. Remus turned to Marlene and captured the gasps coming from her soft lips with his own, two fingers slipping roughly in and out of her tight cavern, skimming her clitoris with every slide.

Remus released Marlene's mouth with a groan as the bodies surrounding him pressed harder against him, rutting against each other, seeking release. He let his head fall back against Pietro's shoulder and through hooded eyes saw Lord Black shamelessly watching the orgy in front of him, one hand vigorously stroking his own cock while the other fondled his sac.

Sirius' eyes met Remus', their pupils blown wide with lust, and Remus couldn't help the thought that he wanted to ravage the slave master in front of him. The sounds coming from Lord Black's parted mouth as his hand worked his shaft harder and faster drowned even the passionate cries and gasps of the four pressed against Remus.

Sirius had never seen a more erotic sight than the one before him. Remus' chest was flushed and heaving against the bodies pressed to his, Sirius' slaves working in tandem to bring the werewolf to completion.

The moment their eyes met, Sirius knew he couldn't hold on much longer. His hand gripped his cock harder and slid furiously along his length, watching through hooded eyes as Remus watched him.

Remus bit his lip, panting as he thrust his hips faster and harder, his cock throbbing, the heat coiling deep in his belly. His eyes never left Sirius' and he watched in utter wonder as Sirius came undone with a loud cry, white hot spurts of semen spurting out of his magnificent cock, coating the plains and ridges of his stomach.

The sight of the Black heir riding out his orgasm before him was all it took to push Remus over the edge. His sac tightened against his body and his own release had him grasping fiercely at the body before him, gripping Marcus' shoulders so tightly he knew the other man would have bruises.

As Remus' came down from what he knew was the strongest release of his life, the only thing keeping him upright were the bodies surrounding him. The buoyancy of the water aided the servants in steering a now limp Remus to a ledge where they sat him as they once again washed his body clean.

Remus regained enough presence of mind to try to feel some embarrassment at his participation in the orgy, but the pleasure he had just received had been so intense he just couldn't muster the appropriate sense of guilt he assumed he should feel.

As the other slaves finished their ministrations and led him out of the bath on shaky legs, he saw Lord Black standing a few feet from the top of the steps, now fully dressed again and looking every inch the haughty aristocrat and not the debauched and depraved man Remus now knew him to be.

The slaves toweled Remus' body dry and draped him in a soft, white tunic before Lord Black came to stand before him, his body mere inches from Remus'.

"You clean up rather well, Remus." Sirius admired the muscular werewolf, his eyes raking over every inch of Remus' body before meeting his amber eyes. "Though I must say I didn't mind you dirty either."

Remus didn't speak, but kept his eyes locked on the pewter ones before him. He watched those eyes darken again as Lord Black raised a hand and slowly ran a finger down Remus' cheek softly, touching him for the first time.

He wasn't prepared for the feel of those lush pink lips against his as Sirius briefly kissed Remus' mouth, sucking on his lower lip gently, tracing the seam of Remus' mouth with his tongue before pulling back slightly to whisper against his mouth. "Welcome to the House of Black."

Sirius smirked at the dazed look on Remus' face and winked, before turning and walking swiftly out of the cavernous room.