You Must Be Begging For It

\' There was another flash of light, and Snape was once again hanging upside down in the air,

\"Who wants to see me take off Sniveily\'s pants?\" \' - Ootp (pg 649)





With another flick, Harry was nude. The thin coils of rope binding his wrists tightly behind his back, winding up his arms and around his neck. The same thin cord cinching his ankles together. A ball gag snug inside his mouth buckled on tight.



However, Harry was Harry, and he had escaped worse then this. He\'d faced down Voldemort, man to man. Surely, his greasy potions master was no match for his luck and bravery.



Harry tried to shout, tried to tell Snape that he wasn\'t scared. That he hated him, that he didn\'t want this… that he did want this, that he was sorry, that he wasn\'t his father. His words stopped by the ball of rubber in his mouth. Once again, his so-called bravery had gotten him into another bind.



Snape watched Harry struggle for a moment, smirking when the boy realized that he was trapped. Smirking as the look of defiance slowly melted into fear.



He was trapped, bound and at Snapes mercy. If Snape even had mercy, which Harry very much doubted. He began to struggle again, the cord chafing his soft skin.



Snape rolled to boy onto his back with a nudge and kneeled down beside the bound boy. Running his skeletal fingers down Harry\'s lean torso, down towards the sparse patch of hair.



\"Do you want to know what they did Potter?\" Snape purred, shrugging off his outer robes.



Harry shivered and shook his head \'no\'. However, Snape was too busy raping the boy with his eyes to notice.



\"They didn\'t take my pants off that day. A teacher stopped them, gave them a night of detention I believe.\" Snape drawled, slowly unbuttoning his top. \"They weren\'t very happy about being caught.\"



Harry watched Snapes hands flick open each button, only vaguely aware that the man was still talking. Harry felt his cock twitch and willed it not to stir. He refused to get off on being taken by someone as ugly and twisted as Snape. Harry tried once more to voice his anger, but all that came out was a muffled \"Mmmpfh!\"



\"The next day they waited for me in the quidditch showers. I never showered with the other boy\'s. Manly to avoid your wretched fathers taunts.\" Snape hissed, laying back and raising his hips to leisurely remove his pants. \"But they waited. I never saw them slip in. By the time I realized they were there, it was too late. They had me hexed and bound. Not unlike the way you are now.\"



Harry tensed and began to struggle again. Shouting into his gag. Panicking as Snape crawled on top of him, the older man\'s knees digging into Harry\'s shoulders. His cock only inches away from Harry\'s face.



Snape began to stroke his already hard prick, pumping it swiftly. Snape moaned and tilted his head back, pumping harder and faster. A cruel grin on his face. Harry shivered, unable to stop his own cock from twitching to life at the sight of his professor so lost in lust.



\"I\'m going to fuck you Harry,\" Snape moaned, his climax building. \"I\'m going to fuck you and make you like it.\"

Snape gasped, pumping his cock harder, his orgasm vibrating through his body. Looking down to watch his seed spurt across the boy\'s face.



Harry looked like pure sin, come dribbling down his cheeks and coating the gag.



\"You\'ve got a long night ahead of you Potter.\"