Anything, Professor Snape

“Stay,” Snape ordered Harry, much like he would say to a dog, and Harry scowled at him.

Snape went behind his desk, unlocked bottom drawer, and walked back around to Harry, and kicked the boy’s trousers. “Remove this.”

Harry did what he was told through gritting teeth. He stood there defiantly, completely naked from the waist down, save his socks. Snape stood behind him, and suddenly, Harry was jerked backwards by his hips. His sore and tender arse made contact with his professor’s prickly wool slacks, and he gasped loudly. Snape lifted Harry’s hips slightly, and let gravity take over, causing a terrible and painful friction on his ass. Harry hissed.

“If I recall correctly,” Snape began. “Last Thursday evening, you had Miss Granger pinned up against a wall,” he said, emphasizing with a thrust of his hips, and Harry bit back another hiss. “But you were facing her, were you not?”

“Yes,” Harry grounded out as another rough movement chaffed his behind.

Snape gripped tighter on the boy’s hips, and pushed again, scratching Harry’s bum further. Harry's arse was now burning, but he remained stoic. Snape rubbed harder. Harry quickly reached up, and grabbed Snape's wrists in a pathetic attempt to pull them away.

“Lower your arms, Potter,” he snapped, and Snape grated his trousers against him to make his point.

Harry’s hands turned into tight fists, and held them firmly by his side.

“Should I continue your punishment,” he teased, pulling back just enough to run his fingers down into Harry’s cleft. “Or have you learned your lesson?” Harry answered by nodding twice. Snape leaned over and whispered in his ear. “I think I shall continue,” he mused.

Harry clenched his jaw. ’Of course you would, you bastard,’ he thought bitterly. ‘Anything to torment me further.’

“Tell me, Potter. What can I do to reinforce Hogwart’s rules about sexual activities within the school’s grounds?” he asked rhetorically.

Harry remained silent.

“Perhaps an advancement in your education would help. Then, maybe you’ll know in the future what the consequences will be.”

Before Harry could ask what that would entail – though he really didn’t want to know - a strong hand clenched the back of his neck, and he was thrust over to a nearby chair.

“Straddle it, Potter,” Snape commanded, pointing to a chair. “Facing the back.”

Harry growled with a curt quick nod, then spread his legs, hovered over the seat and began to sit.

“Stop,” Snape said sharply.

Harry froze, his body somewhere between a stand and a squat. He felt something move under him, but didn’t look. Harry jumped when a cold glob of substance was applied liberally around his opening, and a finger pushed most of it inside. Harry tensed. Another finger joined in, both slipping in and out with sickening ease. Snape pulled his hand away, leaving a small amount of the lube on his fingers. He wiped the excess on Harry's back.

“Relax, Potter,” Snape whispered, realising the boy was nearing a state of panic. “Now, sit down,” he said softly, then added, “Slowly.”

The Potions master backed away, and sat down in a chair opposite of Harry, and parted his robe. He opened his trousers, and slid his hand into the opening, and waited for the ‘show’ to begin. Harry quickly shot up when he felt a solid object touch his entrance.

“Do not make me force you, Potter. Now, sit down.”

Harry took a few deep breaths, and bent his shaking legs, gripping the back of the chair tightly. Whatever it was pressed against his sensitive skin, and he held his breath, waiting for the pain that was sure to come. He stopped short. He had to know what this thing was. From what he could tell, the tip was round. He bent his head, and scrunched his face in confusion. It looked to have a soft rubbery texture, and it was standing tall all on its own. Just what was it?

As if Snape was reading his mind, he answered. “That, Mr. Potter, is what is known as a dildo. Women mostly use it…and occasionally men do as well. It’s a little too thin, but it will serve for now,” he said smirking.

The young wizard closed his eyes, and exhaled as he lowered himself on it slowly. Very slowly. The tip barely touched Harry’s anus, and again, he instinctively shot up. He half-expected Snape to scold him but the man was silent. He guessed his professor was actually letting him go at his own pace. Harry began again, this time holding his breath.

Harry didn’t jump or move away this time when the object met his hole, but instead braced himself for the inevitable. His eyes flew open, and gasped as it pressed in a centimeter and his muscles contracted involuntary. He sank further down till it was just inside, and stilled for a minute when it passed through his sphincter. After a few short breaths, he bent his knees slightly, and incredibly, it slipped in with ease.

“All the way down, Potter,” Snape said breathlessly.

Harry nodded, and took his time as he slid down the shaft of the dildo. He tried not to clench down, and willed himself to relax. He sighed as he felt his reddened arse touch the chair. Finally! It seemed to fill his entire channel, and it was slightly uncomfortable, but in truth, it wasn’t at all painful. Harry didn’t know how long he had to sit there, so he stayed that way, waiting for further instructions.

“Now,” Snape whispered hoarsely. “Fuck it, Mr Potter. Slowly, if you please.”

Harry’s legs began to shake as he rose up, and even more so when he slid back down. Gripping his fingers tightly on the chair, he established a somewhat steady rhythm. Up down, in out, till he himself was beginning to breathe heavily. This wasn’t as bad as he originally thought, and he could actually feel himself getting hard. He restrained himself from touching it because the last thing he wanted to do was let Snape know that he was enjoying this. He thought he heard Snape stand.

Damn. Too late.

Harry sensed that his professor was behind him, and sucked in a sharp bit of air when he saw the man leering over his shoulder.

“Impressive erection, Mr Potter,” Snape said softly. Harry blushed. “Faster.”

Harry picked up speed, and it wasn’t long before he was moaning.

“Now, stop and lean back, then continue again.”

Harry gasped as the object grazed over something deep within. Snape chuckled.

“You have just discovered a man’s pleasure spot, Potter. Try wiggling around it.”

The younger wizard complied, and let out a loud groan. He unknowingly moved faster, thrusting his hips forward as much as he could to gain more pressure on this new and exciting spot inside him. Harry threw his head back, and it met with Snape's chest. The man caressed his student’s sweaty forehead. Unconsciously, Harry closed his eyes and sighed.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Mr Potter?” Snape teased. Harry could only nod. “Yes?” Harry nodded again. Snape leaned over and licked the boy’s ear. “Say it. Tell me you like it. Tell me that you want to come.”

Harry opened his mouth, but only a moan escaped.

“Tell me, Potter,” he commanded though his voice was deep and sensual.

“Yes,” Harry whispered. “I-I like it… very much and I want… oh gods! ... to… to come!” he shouted as fucked the object in earnest. “Please.”

“By all means then. Come.”

Harry gripped his hand over his throbbing erection, and started pulling on it frantically. He didn’t notice that his professor was standing in front of him. Harry only knew that he was fucking the dildo in time with his strokes, going faster and faster, until he finally stopped, arched his back, and howled.

“Fuuuck!”

Harry’s come shot out of him in spurts, and his body convulsed several times as his orgasm hit him hard. He shuddered and gasped a few times before relaxing his body completely. It was only when the sensations subsided, that he could feel a sticky substance clinging to his face. His professor had come all over it. He blinked as he focused in on the satisfied smirk.

Snape bent over till he was face-to-face with Harry. “Language, Mr Potter. I’m afraid that just earned you another week in detention,” he said, licking his own seed off the boy’s cheek.

Harry barely smiled at that. Snape stood up quickly, and tucked his cock back into his trousers. He casually turned, and headed back to his desk.

“Dismissed, Mr Potter,” he said, not bothering to turn around.

Harry blinked several times before standing, and slid off the dildo. It was released with a small audible pop. Snape straightened his robes, and began sorting the assignments abandoned on his desk.

Not looking up, Snape said with a smirk, “And, Mr Potter. Do not clean your face until you reach your dorm. I want everyone to see what kind of a whore you are.”

Harry blanched. Was he serious?

“Of course, you could lick it off yourself if your tongue is long enough,” Snape sneered.

The boy quickly dressed, and practically ran out of the classroom. Harry smiled all the way back to his dorm.


END

Roedhunt
2005