Chapter 2
“Do you ever learn?” muttered Remus, gripping onto Sirius’ wrist.
“C’mon, Moony. Don’t be so uptight,” huffed Sirius. “I really need to show you. We’ll use the invisibility cloak.”
Remus turned over in bed, pulling the covers over his head. Sirius leapt up, kneeling beside his friend’s bed so they were eye to eye. Tugging the sheets up further, Remus blocked out Sirius’ pleading eyes. Sighing, Remus pulled down the sheets just enough to peek one eye at Sirius. After the incident with Professor Bearheart two nights ago, Remus had avoided Sirius, dodging him in the Great Hall and lingering in the common room as to not be alone with the dark-haired boy. The night before, he woke up with a hand snaked down his pajama pants, rock hard as he imagined Sirius bent over that desk, but this time, Bearheart wasn’t there.
“You’re reckless,” said Remus.
“You love it,” Sirius said. “I need to show you. It’s the most incredible room. It appears, and there’s a place to nap or study or whatever. It’s different every time. It’s like it reads my mind, and whatever I need just appears.”
Remus pulled down the sheets slightly further, “And what you need right now is to go back to bed and not get yourself in any more trouble. Do you want to get your ass beat again?”
“It wasn’t that bad,” said Sirius, yanking away Remus’ blanket.
Remus’ heart throbbed in his chest. He thought about what would happen if they were caught again, of Sirius mouthing off with his bare ass on display- the way it curved, begging to be spanked or fucked. Shaking the thought from his mind, he looked at his friend with a warm face.
“Fine,” agreed Remus. “But if we get caught, you’ll deserve it.”
“I’ll take all of the blame,” said Sirius. “Just come with me.”
Sirius practically dragged Remus out of bed. Remus stumbled, tossing on a cardigan over his bare back. As he followed Sirius, he watched the way his friend’s pants clung to his ass, just out of reach. They slipped out of the common room and wound down moving staircases. With light steps, Remus followed Sirius, checking over his shoulder every few moments. The moving paintings toyed with him, and every motion had him spinning on his heels. It’s not that he was afraid of detention itself, but to serve detention alone with Sirius, locked away in some room alone together… the thought made him squirm. He shifted as his cock grew harder at the thought. Praying Sirius didn’t look back at his crotch, Remus folded over his cardigan so it hung over the front of his abdomen and legs.
Remus nearly collided into Sirius. The other boy halted suddenly in front of a blank wall. Sirius closed his eyes, focusing his attention ahead of him. After a few moments, he peeked open at the still-bare wall. Hesitantly, Remus shut his eyes as well, hovering his hands over the cold stone. He saw the warm glow through closed eyes, when he dared open them, he watched golden light climbing with graceful tendrils up the castle wall until it carved out a wall. Sirius beamed, gesturing at Remus who gently pushed the door open.
His mouth fell agape as he stared up at the tall ceiling ornamented with a chandelier which dripped down red crystals. Glancing back, Sirius stood in the doorway frozen, eyes wide.
“What-” Remus started before he looked to the center of the room.
A desk was positioned with a cane set across in the otherwise barren room. Remus made his way to the desk, reaching out hesitantly as if it were a figment of his imagination that would disappear with his touch. He pulled open the top drawer, and he pulled out a sturdy paddle with holes drilled through. As he rifled through the other drawers, he stopped as the light caught metal. He turned over one of the cold tapered items in his hand as his cock began to throb.
“I don’t know-”
Remus cut him off, “You don’t know why this is here?”
“I swear. Last time it was a quiet place to work.”
“Was it?” taunted Remus. “Do you know what this place is?”
“No,” managed Sirius.
Remus laughed, “I read about it, but I didn’t know if it was real. This is the Room of Requirement.”
“What?” whispered Sirius.
“It gives you exactly what you require. If you need to study, it’ll give you somewhere to study. If you need to rest, it’ll give you a bed, and I guess if you need to be disciplined, it gives you that, too,” said Remus, unable to hold down a grin. “You need someone to remind you not to sneak around at night, don’t you?”
“I-” choked Sirius. “I don’t need that.”
Remus set a firm hand on the back of Sirius’ neck, “Here I thought I was a bad friend, but here it is. You absolutely need this, don’t you? Did you feel like you deserved to get punished, or did you just love it?”
When Sirius didn’t reply, Remus circled around, slapping Sirius across the face.
“I need it,” whispered Sirius.
“What was that?”
“I need to be disciplined,” managed Sirius.
Remus gripped Sirius’ face in one hand. “Do you? You couldn’t stop thinking about it the last two days? Couldn’t stop thinking about me beating your ass while you bent over and took it like a good boy?
Sirius nodded, gazing at Remus with wide eyes.
“Were you thinking about anything else?” asked Remus.
When Sirius shook his head, Remus took a handful of Sirius’ hair in his grasp, pulling his head back so he could drink in the other man’s exposed neck.
Sirius could feel Remus’ breath against his ear as he spoke, “Don’t lie to me, or I’ll have to punish you more.”
“Yes,” admitted Sirius.
“Yes? Yes, what?”
“I, uh,” stuttered Sirius, “I was thinking about other things.”
“Did you want me to beat your ass then fuck you over the desk? Was that what you were thinking about in Professor Bearheart’s classroom. If he weren’t there, would you have begged me?” asked Remus, guiding Sirius by the neck towards the desk while the other boy whimpered in agreement. “And now you need it so badly that you brought me here?”
Sirius nodded, looking away from Remus.
Remus landed another slap. “You’ll look at me, and you’ll thank me for disciplining you because clearly you need it. I don’t think you learned the lesson from the cane,” said Remus, taking out the paddle. “You’re gonna bend over that desk for me, and pull your pants down.”
“Yes s-” Sirius stopped himself. “Yes, sir.”
Sirius pulled the string on his pajama pants, and they fell to the ground in a heap. Remus laughed, admiring the fading stripes from the cane days ago.
“Too bad I can’t see your ass and your face,” mused Remus, focusing. A mirror materialized behind the desk. Remus slapped Sirius’ ass, able to enjoy the way it jiggled as well as see the way his face crinkled in the mirror. “Never mind. Looks like I can. I’m going to spank your ass with the paddle, and you’re going to thank me after each one and ask me for another. Do you think you can do that?”
“Yes,” replied Sirius, practically panting.
Remus snaked a hand around, gripping onto Sirius’ hard cock. “Aw, do you get off on getting beaten? You need discipline so badly.”
“Yes sir,” whined Sirius.
Remus brought back the paddle, landing it on Sirius’ right ass cheek.
“Thank you,” cried Sirius.
Remus brought down the paddle again. “Thank you, and what?”
“Thank you, sir. Can I have another?” blurted Sirius.
“Of course you can,” said Remus, bringing down the paddle again with a loud slap.
Sirius whimpered, kicking up a leg.
“No,” barked Remus, planting a hand in the center of Sirius’ lower back. “You’ll keep your feet on the ground, and your hands flat on the desk.”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry. Please, can I have another,” replied Sirius.
Remus slammed down the paddle on the center of Sirius’ ass.
“Thank you, sir. Can I have another?”
Remus spanked Sirius over and over until the slaps ran together, melding with Sirius’ cries. His eyes welled up with tears, and Remus spanked him harder until he sobbed.
“Please, I can’t take any more. Please,” Sirius begged.
“You’ll take your discipline and thank me,” said Remus with another swat.
Sirius’ hands flew back, and he shielded his swollen ass.
Remus muttered a spell under his breath, and Sirius’ hands were bound at the front of the desk.
“Shake your ass. Show me how much you want more,” ordered Remus.
Sirius sniffled, slowly wiggling his ass until it jiggled slightly. Drawing his arm back, Remus landed a blow on Sirius’ upper thighs. He yelped.
“Than- thank y-you, sir,” he sobbed.
“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” asked Remus.
“I-I don’t- don’t know,” replied Sirius.
“You’re learning,” grumbled Remus, grabbing a handful of Sirius’ tender ass.
The other man yelped.
Remus reached around, gently stroking Sirius’ weeping cock.
“Do you need to cum?” asked Remus.
Sirius nodded frantically.
“I should plug you up and leave you here to rut against the desk until morning. You can watch how pathetic you are in the mirror,” stated Remus. “Imagine if James saw you like this. What would he say?”
“Please,” begged Sirius, “Please touch me.”
“Do you think you can get off while I beat your ass?” asked Remus.
“Yes, sir. Whatever you want sir.”
“You fold so quickly. It’s like you were made for this,” said Remus with a grin.
The rope around Sirius’ hands released, and the dark-haired man nearly collapsed to the ground. Sirius reach down, and Remus quickly snatched his wrist, yanking it behind Sirius’ back.
“With that behavior, I shouldn’t let you cum at all,” he muttered.
“Please. I’m sorry. I’ll do whatever you want. Please,” begged Sirius.
“On your back on the desk with your legs up. I want to see your red ass,” ordered Remus.
Frantically, Sirius scrambled up onto the desk, holding his legs so Remus had a clear view of his swollen ass. Reaching into a drawer, Remus produced one of the metal plugs with a shiny black gem on the end. He walked around the desk slowly, lowering it just above Sirius’ lips.
“Suck,” said Remus.
Sirius immediately latched around the plug, coating the metal with saliva. A pop rang out when Remus pulled it from Sirius’ mouth. He lined it up with Sirius’ expose hole, pushing against the tight muscle. Sirius whimpered as Remus forced it in. Squirming, Sirius whined.
“You get to touch yourself,” started Remus, “so long as I’m beating you with the cane.”
“Yes sir,” replied Sirius.
“And if I stop caning you, do you know what that means?” asked Remus.
“I- I stop touching myself,” said Sirius.
“Good dog,” said Remus, brandishing the cane.
He swatted Sirius’ red ass, landing in Sirius’ sit spot. Sirius cried out, moaning as he stroked himself. Remus landed blow after blow, watching Sirius writhe on the shiny desktop. Sweat coated his forehead, and he clenched his eyes shut as Remus rained down another series of hits, leaving behind stripes. As Sirius quickened his pace, pumping into his own fist, Remus held the cane up. Sirius’ eyes darted open in realization, and he keened as he slowly took his hand from his cock.
“Good boy,” hushed Remus. “I knew you could be good. You just need some discipline.”
Sirius nodded, pleading with tear-filled eyes.
Remus’ cock strained against his pants as he brought down the cane once more. When Sirius began to let out high-pitched moans, Remus brought down the cane harder. Sirius quickened his face, clenching his eyes as he spilled onto his own stomach with a cry. Remus struck him a final time as Sirius’ eyes fluttered. He began to slowly lower his legs when Remus slapped him on the inside of his thigh.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he said. “Now it’s my turn. Would you rather have me cum on your hole or on your face?” asked Remus.
“Face,” squeaked Sirius.
“Beg me,” ordered Remus.
“Please. Please cum on my face. I need you to cum on my face,” Sirius managed. As Sirius begged, Remus took himself in his hand, pumping himself slowly. He picked up pace as Sirius babbled, “I need you to cum- cum on my face. Please. Thank you for disciplining me,” he chanted.
“Close your eyes and open your mouth,” grunted Remus before he spurted onto Sirius’ face. Cum clung to Sirius’ cheeks and forehead, stuck in his hair. Remus nearly came again seeing how his cum on dripped from Sirius’ tongue.
“Good boy,” groaned Remus, tucking himself back into his pajamas. “You’re gonna be a good boy, and we’re gonna go back to bed before you can get yourself into any more trouble.”
Sirius grinned, “Of course, sir.”