Acting on a Dream

Acting on a Dream – Last Chapter

Harry knelt before a silent Snape for almost forty-five minutes, his vision partially obscured by the drying come on his glasses. Snape was like a statue, just looking at him and saying nothing. Finally he stirred.

“The oath, Potter. Swear you will not ever reveal what I’ve done to you or what I will do to you,” Snape said in a low voice.

“I swear I will never reveal what went on tonight to anyone for any reason,” Harry said. Magic swirled around him, sealing the oath.

Snape nodded.

“You can get up. And strip. Take off every stitch of clothing, Potter. I want to see the body I’m going to ream,” the Potions Master said.

Harry stood up. His face felt tight from the dried come on it.

“Can I scourgify myself sir?” Harry asked the wizard.

Snape considered him.

“No,” he replied, “Let it stay there. I want to look at my handiwork a bit more.”

Harry pulled his t-shirt over his head. Some of the come was wiped off in the process, his glasses smeared now. He lifted each foot and removed his trainers and his socks, then unbuckled his belt, undid his jeans and slid them down. He wore nothing underneath.

He stepped out of the jeans and straightened.

“No underwear, Potter? You came to me ready to be buggered didn’t you?” Snape sneered at him as his black eyes washed over his young, muscular body. Harry’s years on the Quidditch pitch had strengthened him.

Harry’s cock was average-sized, nestled in a snarl of black hair. But it was smooth, youthful, the fluted head pink-tipped.

“Turn around. Let me see your ass,” Snape demanded.

Harry spun and Snape took in his slim, tight buttocks and unmarked back. Snape himself bore scar upon scar from the Dark Lord’s tortures. He frowned slightly at the thought he bore scars that rightfully should have been the boy’s. Scars he received because Voldemort couldn’t get hold of Harry.

“Bend over and grip your ankles,” the Professor said.

His stomach in knots, Harry bent. He heard the wizard get up and approach him. Snape walked up to Harry and looked at his asshole. There was some slight discoloration around it, presumably from use, but all in all the boy’s ass was smooth. Snape walked away from him for a moment, then returned.

Suddenly, Harry felt his rectum penetrated slightly.

“Evacuo,” Snape breathed, the tip of his wand inserted in Harry’s ass. He didn’t want shit on his cock and invoked a deep cleansing spell on the boy’s colon.

Harry groaned a bit as he felt himself being gently scoured inside. It was very pleasurable.

“Straighten up and turn around, Potter,” Snape commanded.

Harry turned around and Snape looked at his filmy glasses. He pointed his wand at Harry’s face.

“Scourgify,” he said, cleaning the young wizard. Snape studied the boy’s glasses.

“Can you see well without your glasses, Potter?” Snape asked him.

“No sir. Everything is blurry without them,” Harry answered, wishing Snape would kiss him.

But he had no hope of that. Snape wasn’t attracted to him that way. The Potions Master was obviously bi-sexual, but his preferences for males seemed only to be for domination and control. Maybe he was more…affectionate with females. Then again, the wizard was so sour…maybe he didn’t kiss anyone. Harry wasn’t about to ask him.

“Stop staring at my mouth, Potter. I have no desire to tongue-wrestle you. My mouth will be nowhere on your body,” the wizard sneered at him. It was easy to see the boy wanted some show of affection. He’d get none here.

Snape walked around Harry and pushed him toward the sofa.

“Walk,” he said, his nostrils flared as his eyes rested on Harry’s smooth buttocks. The wizard felt himself hardening again.

His insides feeling like jelly, Harry walked toward the sofa. Snape was close behind him, right on top of him practically. Harry stopped in front of it.

“Lie down on your back,” Snape said, undoing his trousers again.

Harry lay down on the sofa, his head resting on the arm as if it were a pillow. Suddenly Snape yanked him down so his body was flat on the sofa.

Snape yanked his trousers and boxers down around his thighs, his thick cock swollen again. Harry’s eyes glistened and he licked his lips as he looked at it.

“You ever had a cock this big in your ass, Potter?” Snape asked him, stroking his organ.

“No sir,” Harry said, his voice cracking a bit with desire.

“Good,” Snape replied.

“Lift your legs and cock them. Cock them like a woman cocks them, Potter,” Snape said, climbing on the couch. Harry lifted his legs and spread them, opening himself for the Potions Master.

Snape lifted Harry’s ass more, curling Harry’s body and practically doubling the boy over so his ass was in the air. Snape climbed over him, one booted foot on the sofa, the other on the floor and held his cock straight down. The wizard spit in his hand twice, then coated his cock with his spittle. He pressed the thick head against Harry’s asshole.

Harry let out a groan at the pressure, then gasped as Snape penetrated him. It was as if a Quidditch bat had been shoved into his ass.

“Oh shit!” Harry cried out as Snape drove down, ramming as much cock into the boy’s tight ass as he could on his first hard thrust. Snape stopped and looked at the sight of his cock buried in the panting Potter’s ass. His black eyes flicked up to the boy’s face.

“James Potter may have been your father, Potter…but now I’m your daddy,” the wizard hissed, pulling back and plunging his cock deep inside the boy, Harry howling. Gods, he was enormous and strong. Harry had never felt so full.

Snape muttered something, pulled back and rammed down hard again, Harry shrieking like a woman.

“There it is,” Snape breathed, then began stroking Harry, holding his legs behind the knees and keeping them up as he fucked the young wizard brutally, driving into him with a vengeance, plowing into his ass over and over, biting his lower lip as he penetrated him, Harry crying out hoarsely at every thrust.

Severus drove deeper and deeper until he felt his balls press against Harry’s buttocks. Immersed fully in the boy, Snape looked down at him. Tears were streaming down the sides of Harry’s face, his mouth open and slack, his green eyes glazed as he looked up at the Potions Master’s gloating expression.

“Is this what you wanted, Potter?” he hissed down at him, winding his pelvis and whirling his shaft around in great circles, corkscrewing his organ around in his ass, Harry groaning as he was stretched and pulled by the wizard’s cock. Severus began to stroke him again, muttering under his breath once more. Harry could pick up parts of the wizard’s utterances…

“Hard-headed…rule-breaking…impulsive…pea-brained…take that…that…that…and this for Sirius’ escape your third year…I know it was you, Potter…”

Snape tore into Harry’s ass unmercifully at the last comment, hitting him so hard Harry’s ass bounced off the sofa and back into the wizard’s brutal thrusts, the sound of Snape’s loins slapping against his flesh filling the study as he pistoned into the boy so fast and hard his hips nearly blurred.

Harry cried out repeatedly. He had never been fucked so completely before, the Potions Master driving so hard and deep inside him it felt as if his huge cock were trying to burst out of his back. Harry looked up at the wizard bending over him, his eyes turned down, lank black hair swinging around his pale, hate-filled face as he thrust downward. Gods, Snape was everything Harry dreamed about. Harry’s balls drew up and he came all over his chest.

Snape stopped fucking him as Harry orgasmed, his black eyes resting on the thick, white sperm dripping down his chest.

“Weak, wanton boy,” he breathed, withdrawing and yanking Harry up roughly. Harry looked at him with a dazed, almost drunken expression. Harry’s eyes drifted over the Professors white shirt, which was still buttoned up.

“Would you take off your clothes Professor?” Harry said in a dreamy voice, “I want to see you naked, sir.”

Snape lifted the corner of his cruel mouth in a sneer.

“No. This is not a tryst you stupid boy. The only part of my anatomy you need to see is my cock. Now turn around and kneel on the couch so I can fuck you like the bitch you are and finish,” he hissed at Harry, who did as he asked.

“Put your ass up. Up, boy!” Snape said, slapping Harry on the right buttock hard. Harry buckled, his ass swinging at the sharp, painful contact. A pink blush arose where Snape hit him. Snape hesitated, then struck Harry’s left buttock, raising another pink blush as Harry jerked, but didn’t cry out.

“Every time I hit you, Potter, I want to you to yell, “I Deserve This, Professor Snape!” the wizard breathed, striking his ass again.

“I Deserve This, Professor Snape!” Harry hissed, loving the sting.

“Louder!” Snape demanded, aiming lower on Harry’s ass. He made contact sharply and it really stung the boy.

“I Deserve This, Professor Snape!!” Harry cried out, shuddering.

Snape proceeded to spank Harry until both of his cheeks were flaming red and sore, Harry jerking at every slap.

Snape stopped hitting him, satisfied with the results.

“Sitting on those hard chairs in class tomorrow should be quite an ordeal, Potter,” he said, placing one pale hand on Harry’s reddened buttock and spitting into his other again, spreading the moisture on his cock and pressing against the boy’s reddened puckerhole. He thrust forward hard, sliding into Harry fully, the boy letting out a groan.

Snape lifted his shirt and tucked it under his chin, revealing a pale, ribbed abdomen with small scars criss-crossing it. Most of his scarring was on his back, but the lash had wrapped around his body on occasion and the skin of his belly ripped as it was drawn back. Snape gripped Harry’s slim waist tightly, pulled back and viciously yanked Harry on to his cock as he rammed into him, the boy letting out a satisfying howl.

“Yesssss!” Snape hissed, “Lupin couldn’t have done it better, boy.”

The combination of his reddened cheeks and Snape’s power made Harry ache more than he could ever remember as he jerked helplessly under the rain of blows the Professor unleashed on him, fucking Potter as hard and brutally as he could. He continued muttering the boy’s offenses as he stroked, letting them out, releasing all his pent-up anger and frustration on Harry’s body, spearing him relentlessly. The wizard fucked him for more than twenty minutes in this manner, his shirt and hair completely soaked with perspiration, Harry’s cries nothing more than whimpers now.

Finally, the Potions Master slammed against the boy’s ass and ejaculated with a cry of “Take this James Potter!” filling Harry’s sore ass with his come, hunching into him and grunting like an animal before withdrawing, his cock deflated.

“Get dressed and get out, Potter,” he breathed, his chest rising and falling.

Snape scourgified himself and fixed his clothing, pulling up his boxers and stuffing his long organ inside before pulling up his trousers and buckling them.

Harry backed off the sofa slowly, wincing a little as he turned toward the man he had dreamed of and finally experienced, the ache inside him still powerful, still satisfying despite the pain. He would have to get some pain potion from someplace, otherwise the prophecy Snape uttered about the hard classroom chairs would come to pass.

”Yes sir. Thank you, sir,” the boy said in a low voice, a sated look on his face as he slowly walked over to his discarded clothing.

Snape watched him silently as Harry dressed, having some difficulty putting on his pants because he hurt so much. His shirt had dried streaks of come on it, as did his chest. Snape didn’t clean him off. Let him carry his Slytherin semen back to Gryffindor house.

Finally Harry was fully clothed.

“You have that blasted invisibility cloak I suspect,” Snape said to him, his face pinched with displeasure.

“Yes sir,” Harry said as the wizard led him from the study and back into his office.

“Well, put it on and get out of my sight,” the wizard snarled, opening the office door.

Harry pulled the cloak out of his pocket and swung it over himself, disappearing. Snape felt him walk by him and struck the invisible student in the side of the head one final time.

“Thank you sir,” Harry breathed, looking back at the wizard of his fantasies with liquid eyes. “Thank you for everything.”

Snape sneered and slammed the door.

”Idiot boy,” he seethed, returning to his study and heading for bed.

As he walked through his private rooms, Severus Snape felt as if a heavy load had been lifted off his shoulders. As far as that bastard James Potter went, he had gotten some of his own back. Not to mention some retaliation for those many nights of torture by Voldemort. Hopefully Harry’s ass would retain his sting for some time.

The wizard stripped down, climbed into his four-poster bed and yawn, stretching luxuriously.

It had been quite the night.

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Author’s note: That is the end of my first slash story. Let me know if you think I should write more stories or give up.