Tell Me What You Desire

Chapter 1 That Muggle Device


Severus Snape stared at the Muggle contraption on his desk in his private quarters. It was an old fashioned black telephone. Minerva had talked him into it of course, with the argument that the school and the teachers needed some way of being contacted by the Muggle world in times of trouble. What this actually meant was when Potter needed to be rescued yet again from some trouble that he had dived into without using his head first. It did come in handy at times as owl post was often tracked by the Ministry or could be unreliable or slow in times of serious trouble. This was well demonstrated when Voldemort had launched his final attack on Hogwarts and the Boy Who Lived. Owls were hexed by both sides to prevent information from passing to easily into each others hands.

Not surprisingly, Voldemort and his Death Eaters never thought of using such a Muggle machine nor preventing those on the Side of Light from using them as well. Voldemort’s hatred of all things Muggle was legendary within the wizarding world. To think such a simple contraption could be so influential his his defeat was mind boggling to all but a few of the wizards who helped to bring down the Dark Lord for the final time.

Once the war was over with, rather than having the phone removed from his quarters, he left it there with the unspoken hope that the Boy Who Lived Twice would contact him by it. During the last years of the war Severus had discovered that Potter was much more than just the Boy Who Lived. Indeed Potter and he had managed not only to develop a grudging respect for each others talents on the battle field but during the long nights planning attacks they found that they could talk (argue really) about the Ministry, Dark Arts, Quidditch, potions and just about anything else that came to mind. Those talks had led to an unspoken attraction between the two wizards.

After the War, Harry had come back to Hogwarts to say goodbye to the only real home he had ever had and then left on a trip to the Continent for a well deserved vacation. He had told everyone that he would be back in August and here it was nearly September and no one had heard from him yet. Sirius and Remus didn’t seem too worried, and Dumbledore just smiled the one time Severus had asked about Potter. Not that he cared for the impudent brat Severus told himself, but it was rude not to keep in contact with all of his friends and family while he was traveling.

During Harry’s vacation Severus discovered that he missed the brat. It took him completely by surprise when one morning, while eating breakfast, he wondered if Harry would like to come to his quarters and have a drink with him, when he suddenly remembered that Harry was gone from the school. And when had the brat become Harry in his mind he wondered. Giving himself a hard mental shake he tried to concentrate on the newspaper in front of him. The new school year was beginning in a week and he needed to get his classroom and notes in order. He noticed that the headlines were the same every day it seemed. Random sightings of Harry reported everywhere. The last of the Death Eaters being rounded up by Ministry officials. Severus harrumphed to his self quietly and turned the page. As he turned the page a card dropped out and caught his attention. This was one of the new advertising tactics introduced by Muggle born wizards who were working for the paper.

This card was an ad for a 1-900 service for wizards. Severus had heard about these lines and was a bit intrigued. Perhaps he would give the line a call and see what the fuss was all about.

That night, he dressed for bed in his nightshirt and then picked up the phone and dialed the number on the card. The anonymous voice asked him for his preferences, male or female and then had him answer several questions about what sort of conversation he was interested in. Not being one to be shy about sex, Severus asked for a younger male who would be interested in role playing a scene between a Professor and a Student. Once his preferences were registered the voice told him to wait for a moment while they transferred him to his choice. There were numerous clicks and buzzes as the line was transferred and then a new voice came online.

“Hello Professor” the voice said. It was the voice of a young man somewhere near Harry’s age Severus decided.

“You’ve been caught out after curfew again boy” Severus replied. “Because this is the third time this month you will be serving detention with me in the dungeons again. One would almost think that you were deliberately letting yourself get caught so that you could be punished. You will follow me to my office immediately and prepare yourself for a caning.”

There was a gasp on the other end of the line as the boy found himself caught by dark promise of Severus’s voice and the game they were playing.

“Professor,” he said, “please….please don’t use the cane. Use your hand instead. I need to feel your hand on me not the rod.”

“We will see boy,” Severus responded, “we will see. Drop your trousers and bend yourself over my desk. That’s it, spread your legs a little and let me see you as I walk around behind you. This will be painful for you, but boys need to learn their place. Do not touch yourself. Take those insubordinate hands of yours and grip the edge of the desk. Keep them there until I tell you otherwise.”

A whimper came to his ear from the phone.

“I’ve dropped my trousers Professor, see. I’m not wearing any pants either. I need to feel your hand on my bottom as I’ve been a very bad boy. Punish me, please punish me. I need it.”

Severus was very happy with the by play between he and the operator. His cock was a hard as stone and beginning to weep slightly. He stroked his hand down his length and ran his thumb over the head spreading the precum all over the tip. What a sweet feeling.

His voice rumbled softly as he replied, “I slap your ass and leave a perfect handprint on your right cheek. I slap again and leave a matching one on the left. I can feel you tense up waiting for me to strike again. You know that I am waiting for you to relax before I strike again. Feel my hand make contact over and over again. Never in the same place twice. Your cock and balls are being mashed all over my desk as you try to anticipate where I will strike next and flinch in response. But it is all in vain as I am in control and I will strike when and where I want next regardless of your readiness. Let the pain roll over you and take you to another place…”

It was interesting he decided, especially when the voice on the other end asked if he was interested in working for them. Severus made himself a promise to call the service again soon and set up another scene.

Now the phone just sat there on his desk, quiet and still. It brought to mind a cat waiting to pounce on an unsuspecting mouse thought Severus as he stared at the phone willing it to ring. It just had to ring.

The next week school began and that was when Severus called again. He needed to be in control . The day had been stressful with Black and Lupin hanging around the grounds. They seemed to be always underfoot these days and there was yet another generation of Weasley’s to deal with. The operator connected him to another young man and the scene began.

“Mr. Parson. Do you know why you are serving detention with me again? The Headmaster tells me that you were rude to your Potions teacher today. Not only that but you were caught putting an extra ingredient into Mr. Martin’s cauldron, one that would have caused a rather spectacular explosion. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“No sir. I cannot offer any excuse for my behavior today except perhaps to say that I was jealous of Mr. Martin. I saw the way he was looking at you in class today and I just lost my temper. What can I do to correct this?”

“Well, well Mr. Parson. I think that you can begin by dropping to your knees and kissing my boots. Make sure not to muss the shine. On you knees boy, NOW!”

Oh, this is good Severus thought to himself. How he had wanted to do this exact thing to a select few of his older students. The voice on the phone interrupted his thoughts and continued with the game.

“Professor, please let me clean your boots while I down here. Let me show you exactly how sorry I am for my behavior today. I lick my way across the tops of your boots. They are knee high, black and tight. Showcasing your calf muscles to good advantage as well you know. As I kiss my way across, I rub my cheeks against the leather, inhaling deeply the scent of well polished leather that clings to you. I raise my head and look you in the eyes as I continue my ministrations up your boots to your thighs. The pants you are wearing are tight and show your interest in my punishment quite well. I take a risk and bury my nose in your groin. May I please open your pants, sir?”

“Impertinent brat. Come closer. You may open my pants, but you may only use your mouth. No hands are to be allowed. If I see you use your hands before I give you permission then I will dismiss you immediately and send you to finish your detentions with the caretaker. I am quite sure that he can find things to keep your hands busy if you should fail in your endeavor. Now, you can begin by unbuttoning my pants. Yes, all of the buttons. Very good Mr. Parson, I see that you can use that impudent mouth of yours for things other than talking back. As you unbutton my pants, you see how well your obedience has pleased me. Take me into your mouth, that sinfully innocent mouth and pleasure me.”

“I take you into my mouth, sucking the head in lightly. I slide my tongue around your crown and delve the tip into the slit, fishing for a taste of you. My tongue swirls along the head and down the shaft, rolling across the vein and I begin sucking harder now. I can feel your thighs tense in response as you shift on the balls of your feet and stifle a moan. It only encourages me to become bolder in my explorations. I relax my throat around your shaft so that I can take all of you into my mouth. I pull back so that I can ask you if I may touch you. I want to roll your balls in my hands and squeeze them lightly while I swallow your cock down again. Talk to me Professor. I love to hear your voice chastise and belittle me. It goes straight to my cock when you talk in class.”

Severus was thrilled with the response of the boy on the line. It was like he *knew* what Severus’ deepest fantasies were, even those he had trouble acknowledging. The scene continued with him chastising the *impudent brat* and having the most mind-blowing aural orgasm he had ever had. He had no idea that he could come just from listening to someone talk him through an act like that. He was sure to get the direct number for this particular boy so that they could do this again. He was hooked.

The phone calls became more frequent. Severus began to look forward to his time in his quarters after classes. He was even sleeping better, though his dreams were becoming a bit of a nuisance. The faceless voice of the sex line operator was beginning to wear Potter’s face in his dreams and a starring role in his fantasies.

A month into the term Albus asked him to come to his office for tea. He arrived at the gargoyle and whispered ‘Nerds’ to the stature. It moved aside and he entered the Headmaster’s office.

“You wanted to see me Albus?”

“Yes Severus. There is a problem and I believe that you are the one to deal with it.” Albus’s eyes weren’t twinkling with his usual good humor. His whole demeanor was very grave. Severus wondered what had happened to upset the Headmaster so badly.

“What ever I can do to help Albus, you know that. Now, what seems to be the problem?”

“Your phone line charges are the problem Severus. It seems that you have run up a substantial amount of charges to a 1-900 line on the phone in your office.”

Severus stammered and blushed a bright red. “How much is owed Headmaster?”

Sighing, Albus pulled the bill out from his desk drawer and handed it over without a word to the younger man. Severus nearly swooned when he saw the amount.

While his family had been fairly well off, he had been disowned by them when he joined the Death Eaters all those long years ago. The family monies and land had gone to his sister and her family when his parents had died. It really didn’t bother Severus that he had none of the family lands or monies as he liked living at the school.

All his needs were met here *except one* the annoying inner voice whispered to him and the phone had begun to take care of that need as well. While he was paid a decent wage for teaching, most is mis money went to purchasing rare supplies for his potions experiments.

He was broke.