Acting on a Dream

Acting on a Dream - Chapter 2

Harry followed Snape into a dimly lit study containing wall-to-ceiling bookshelves that covered every wall. They were filled with books. A writing desk with quills and parchments rested in the corner. Two green armchairs with a small table between them sat before the fireplace. A green sofa with cushions rested against the far wall.

Snape turned to face him, his pale face somber in the firelight. Harry stopped, looking at the wizard.

“I can’t believe after all these years of frustration, I am finally going to get to teach you a lesson,” the wizard said in a low voice. “It’s like Christmas.”

Harry swallowed as the Potions Master’s soft, silken voice expressed this sentiment.

Suddenly, the wizard streaked over to Harry, twisting him around and wrapping his arm around his throat tightly, the wizard bringing his mouth close to his ear.

“You are not the savior of the wizarding world, Harry Potter. You are not strong enough,” he breathed, “Voldemort will kill you if you try him.”

Harry struggled and tried to pull Snape arm from around his throat, but the wizard’s grip was like iron and was slowly cutting off his air. Suddenly, Severus cuffed him on the side of his head several times and choked him even tighter.

“What are you doing?” Harry gasped, “Let me go, Professor!”

”This is something I’ve longed to do to you for years, boy,” the wizard hissed.

Harry’s chest was beginning to burn as he felt the Potions Master’s hard body pressed tight against his own. He started to slump.

Snape cuffed him once more and let him go, shoving him…Harry staggering forward and almost falling. Gasping and holding his throat, Harry turned and watched as the wizard began to unbutton his robes, his dark eyes glittering at him.

Snape looked at the gasping young wizard. At last, Potter was at his mercy. He’d put a dent in his arrogance. His cock pulsed and began to swell as the need for vengeance grew in the dark wizard. This was James Potter’s son. The only way this would be sweeter to the Potions Master was if James were actually here to see him treat his boy this way…watch him shove his cock down his throat. Ah, well. He’d just have to be satisfied with the situation as it stood.

“Get over here, Potter…down on your fucking knees,” Snape hissed.

The malice in Snape’s voice sent thrills through the boy-who-lived. The wizard was acting the way he dreamed. He was dominating, abusive and dangerous. Harry didn’t know why he had this sick desire to let the Potions Master humiliate him sexually. Maybe, maybe after all these years Harry longed for his approval in something. He didn’t know. All he knew was he was so excited as he slowly approached Snape, he could come in his trousers right now.

Snape pulled off his robes and dropped them on the floor, then put his hands on his hips, watching Harry sink slowly to his knees before him. Harry looked up at him, his lower lip trembling and wet.

Severus looked down at him imperiously. Yes. Harry Potter on his knees…for him. Take that James Potter.

“Open my trousers, boy,” he said darkly.

Harry’s hands were shaking so violently, he fumbled with Snape’s belt buckle for a moment, the wizard scowling.

“Are you too inept to even unbuckle a belt, Potter?” Snape hissed.

“No…” Harry said weakly, finally catching proper hold of it.

Snape slapped him in the side of the head, hard.

“Use ‘sir’ when you address me, Potter,” he snarled.

“No sir,” Harry said, blinking back the water in his eyes.

“Continue,” Snape breathed, watching Harry undo his buckle, then the fastener to his trousers.

Harry slowly peeled Snape’s trousers back, then gently pulled them down around the wizard’s thighs, revealing black silk boxers. There was a huge lump in them. Snape’s eyes glittered and suddenly he bucked forward, hitting Harry in the face with his covered cock, knocking his glasses askew as Harry was pushed back a bit. Then the Potions Master caught the back of Harry’s head and pulled him forward, grinding his pelvis into the young wizard’s face as hard as he could.

”Smell my cock, boy…breathe it in. Breathe…it…in,” the wizard hissed, reveling in his domination of the famous Harry Potter. “That’s what a man smells like. Is it hard enough, Potter? Can you feel it? Eh, boy?”

Snape pulled back and looked down at Harry’s red face. The boy was actually panting, looking up at him longingly.

“Yes, I feel it sir,” Harry said, his green eyes liquid with lust.

Snape felt a little sickened. But just a little as he stared down at Harry.

“You sick little bastard,” Snape cursed, “You like this sort of treatment.”

”Yes sir,” Harry said, his voice little more than a whisper.

His jeans were so tight around the crotch he could barely stand it. He wondered if Snape would touch his cock. He’d come all over his hand if he did.

Snape suddenly grabbed his hair roughly, locking his fist in the tangled mass. He yanked down the front of his black boxers, revealing his long, thick pale cock, veins pulsing around its girth, the purplish head weeping pre-cum from its single eye. The scent of the wizard washed over Harry clearly now. Spicy and male. Obviously, despite his appearance, the Professor kept himself clean.

But he would. He created potions and anything could contaminate his work.

“Open your mouth, Potter…wide…very wide,” Snape growled at him, then inserted his cock deep into Harry’s mouth, sliding it to the back of his throat.

“Shit…yes. Now suck it, Potter. Suck the cock of the man you’ve caused so much pain over the past six years,” the wizard demanded.

Snape hissed as Harry’s warm, wet mouth closed over him, pulling Harry’s head back so he could see his lips wrapped around his organ. It was very satisfying. Harry began to bob back and forth on the hard, hot pulsing cock filling his mouth, his eyes closed in bliss.

“I wish your father could see this,” Snape said, thrusting into Harry’s mouth hard and gagging him. “His only son on his knees sucking me off and loving it. This is karma, James. Karma.”

Snape pumped into Harry’s mouth for several more minutes before telling him to lick and suck his balls. Harry did so obediently, tonguing the swinging sac before sucking it into his mouth and rolling it over his tongue.

Snape threw his head back despite himself. The boy was good.

“You do that better than a woman, Potter,” he gasped down at him before spreading his legs into a wider stance.

“Lick my asshole,” Snape purred, letting out a growl as Harry adjusted himself, his tongue swirling around the wizard’s rectum, then back and forth across it.

“You’re disgusting, Potter,” Snape said to him. “Filthy, filthy boy.”

He let Harry do this for about five minutes, slapping him in the side of the head from time to time.

”Keep going,” he snarled. He liked buffeting the idiot around.

Harry drew a deep breath and returned to the Potions Master’s ass, licking and tickling it until the wizard pulled him back to his cock.

“Bathe it with your tongue…get it nice and wet, Potter…nice and wet,” Snape ordered, straightening his stance against. He watched as Harry’s tongue ran up and down his length, spreading salvia over his rigid flesh.

“Kiss it like you love it,” Snape breathed, and Harry did so, gently and lovingly, one hand massaging his own cock through his jeans. Snape watched him press his lips to his glistening shaft.

“You are a bitch, Potter. What would your friends say if they knew you were down here kissing my cock? Licking my ass? Wanting me to fuck you?” Snape taunted him.

Harry didn’t want to think about that. Especially Ron. Ron had a hard enough time with him being gay.

“Just try some pussy, Harry. It’s really good,” Ron would cajole him, but Harry always refused. He liked dick.

Ron would look at Hermione then.

“Just show it to him, Hermione,” he’d say. “I’m sure even your brainy pussy looks decent enough for shagging.”

Then Hermione would either whack Ron with a book or hex him.

Suddenly Harry was hit on the side of his head again.

“I asked you a question boy. What would your friends say?” Snape hissed.

“They wouldn’t like it, sir,” Harry gasped between kisses. His head was starting to hurt a little.

“No, they wouldn’t,” Snape agreed, gripping Harry’s chin and shoving his cock back into his mouth. “Neither would Albus. But you came to me.”

The Potions Master seemed to be saying this to himself more than to Harry as he pumped into the young wizard’s mouth, holding his head and chin securely.

“Stick out your tongue,” Snape hissed. Harry obeyed and Snape ran flange of the thick head over it again and again, his face contorted before plunging back into his mouth.

“Now, get me off. I want to come on your sickening face,” Snape said, speeding up, “More suction and play with my balls.”

Harry began to suck Snape’s cock hard, the wizard groaning now as Harry’s cool hands manipulated his balls. Snape locked his hands behind Harry’s head and forced his face to his loins, burying his cock in his throat fully for a few seconds, then releasing him, Harry coughing and gagging, strings of saliva and mucus stringing to the wizard’s cock before Snape repeated chocking Harry with his cock twice more. He let Harry get back to sucking.

“Yes…yes. You suck a mean cock, Potter. A mean cock,” the wizard breathed, looking down at him. “I guess a faggot would know what a man wants better than a woman since he has the same tool.”

Egged on by the wizard’s humiliating and bigoted praise, Harry increased his ardor, using his hands now as well, stroking and clenching the wizard’s cock, the Potions Master letting out a stream of obscenities as he drew close to coming. Suddenly, he pulled out of Harry’s mouth and bent his knees, gripping his cock.

“Open your mouth wide,” Snape commanded, working his hand over his organ and shaking it in Harry’s face. Harry obeyed.

Snape worked his hand back and forth quickly, grimacing down at the boy-who-lived.

“Here…it…comes…gaaaaaah!” Snape cried, shooting a thick wad of come on to Harry’s tongue, then on his face, making sure to get his scar. Harry tilted his head back, reveling in the hot sticky fluid covering his flesh. Plus…it was good for the complexion.

Snape milked every bit of come he could from his cock, coating Harry’s face with his seed, a nasty smirk on his own pale face as he defiled the “Champion of the Wizarding World.” He was the champion of the “Jizzing World” right now.

Snape groaned as his release came to an end. He looked at the thick wad of come resting on Harry’s tongue.

“Swallow it,” he hissed, and Harry did so, his face contorting as he felt his balls tightening.

“Unnnnnngh!” Harry moaned as he came in his boxers.

”Filthy,” Snape snapped as Harry’s head dropped, the Potions Master’s come dripping on to his shirt as he shuddered.

”Absolutely filthy,” Snape said again, pulling up his trousers, then his pants and walking over to the sofa. He sat down and looked at the come-covered student, who was still on his knees. Harry looked up at him, the come on his face starting to dry.

”You kneel there until I tell you to get up, Potter,” Snape said.

”Yes sir,” Harry said, his green eyes staring at the wizard, wondering how long it would take for him to recover. Snape could see the lust in the boy’s eyes. He had got off on that.

Harry Potter was one very disturbed and twisted young man.

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