Submission

Harry crawled his way over the carpet, his head hung low, his heart heavy at the thought of having displeased his Master’s so early on. He was going to be punished, he knew he deserved it, and his mind was racing with the possibilities of what that would entail.

Harry had fantasised about being spanked, caned, even whipped, but he was smart enough to know, that what was amazing in his imagination, might be a very different prospect in reality. But by putting on this collar, he had placed his trust in these two men, his Masters; trust that they would know how to treat him for the best.

Harry clambered eagerly onto the sofa and quickly settled himself between Lucius’ spread legs. He looked in pleasure at the impressive erection that awaited him. Lucius wasn’t as thick as Severus but he was longer and slightly curved at the tip. Harry licked his lips, tentatively flicking out his tongue to lap at the leaking cockhead. He then licked the length of the shaft, from base to tip, before wrapping his lips round his Master’s cock and taking him slowly into his mouth.

Lucius let out a groan as he felt his cock slide into the warm wetness of Harry’s mouth.

“So good,” he sighed, burying his hands in Harry’s hair to guide him. “Such a good little cocksucker, that’s it, take me all the way in, pet.”

And Harry did just that. He found it easier to manage at this angle. He relaxed his throat and sunk his mouth over his Master’s cock until his nose was buried in the wiry blonde curls at its base. At that, Lucius couldn’t help but thrust his hips up of the sofa, his back arching. His cock forced its way even deeper into Harry’s throat, causing the boy to gag, drool trickling from his mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Lucius moaned. “You sound so hot gagging on my cock. I want to shoot my cum in your eager little mouth. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, pet? My seed spurting down your throat.”

Unable to speak, Harry could only nod, letting his Master know that he very much wanted that.

A calloused hand smoothed over his buttocks, almost reverently, spreading his cheeks. Harry whimpered round his Master’s cock as he felt a finger slide into his crack, teasing around his virgin hole. He tried to push back against the finger, wanting nothing more than to feel it probing his arse.

“You’d like that, slut, wouldn’t you? My fingers fucking your tight little arse, stretching you, getting you ready for our cocks. Harry whimpered again, more desperate this time.

“All in good time,” Severus soothed. “But first, you must be punished. I will not be too harsh on you, this time, but you must learn how to behave.”

Harry tried to nod, but the cock in his mouth made it very difficult.

“I’m going to use the paddle, pet. We bought it especially for you.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see that Snape had come and stood at this side of his head, something long and black in his hand. Suddenly, a hand fisted in his hair and tugged his head backwards. Lucius’ cock slipped from his mouth with a *pop*. Severus held the black leather paddle out with his other hand.

“I will only give you 10 strokes, pet. You must be punished but I don’t want to be too harsh for your first offence. But be under no illusions, it will hurt. Are you ready for that?”

“Yes, Master,” Harry gasped. “It’s what I deserve.”

“Yes, it is,” Severus agreed. “Now kiss the paddle like a good pet and we can begin your punishment.”

Harry’s lips pressed against the paddle without protest, revelling in the feel and smell of the leather. The excitement that built within him at the prospect of what was about to happen was almost too much. Then he felt a movement on the sofa behind him and he knew Snape was about to begin.

*Crack*

*Crack*

*Crack*

There was something about the sound that the leather made, as it connected with his bare skin, which caused Harry’s cock to throb painfully. The resounding crack that it made as it connected, the blossoming heat that spread through his arse cheeks, the rough caresses that his Master made in between strokes, all pushed Harry to the edge of exploding.

Lucius tilted his chin up so that he could stare into his pet’s bright green, tear filled eyes.

“You like that, don’t you, pet? The sting of the leather against your soft skin.” His fingers ran across Harry’s mouth. “Don’t bite your lip, pet. We want to hear your beautiful cries.”

At that, Harry let out a little sob, the sound of which, spurred Severus to rain the last few blows down quickly on the hot skin of his pet’s arse. When finally done, he leaned down and pressed his lips to the irritated flesh, laving it with his tongue.

“You did well, pet. I am pleased with you.”

“Thank you, Master,” Harry whispered. It had hurt far more than he had ever imagined in his fantasies, and yet, it had given him indescribable pleasure. Harry found, that when he thanked his Master for punishing him, he truly meant it.

All memory of his throbbing behind was thrust from Harry’s mind as he felt the tip of a finger begin nudging its way into his puckered opening. He pushed back slightly but felt a stilling hand on his shoulder, so remained still. Then the finger had slid all the way inside of him and Harry let out a keening noise as it brushed against something that made stars explode behind his eyes.

“Oh, yes, Master. Please.” He begged shamelessly.

Lucius just grinned at him. “I don’t like to see your pretty mouth unoccupied,” he drawled. “How about I fuck it?”

“Master,” Harry whimpered, as a firm hand pressed on the back of his head, forcing it back down onto the leaking cock below him. He greedily sucked his Master back into the warmth of his mouth, just as a second finger was thrust inside his tight arse.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Severus sighed as he thrust his fingers deeper into his pet’s body. “I can’t wait to fill you with my cock.”

And judging by the desperate way Harry tried to grind back on his thrusting fingers, Severus realised that his pet couldn’t wait either.

Harry suckled desperately at his Master’s cock, spurred on by the increasingly erotic moans escaping his blonde Master’s mouth. The hand was now tight on the back of his head, forcing him, at speed, up and down on the Lucius’ cock.

The twitch in his Master’s cock, and the slight hitch in his breath, both warned Harry of his imminent release. Filled with a desire to drink his Master’s seed, Harry sucked greedily. He was rewarded by the feel of hot cum spurting into his mouth and down his throat. Determined to swallow every last drop, Harry kept on sucking. His Master, however, had other ideas. Lucius pulled Harry’s head back off his cock with one hand and wrapped his other hand round his cock, stroking furiously, shooting the last stream of his cum over his pet’s face.

Harry flicked out his tongue, trying to retrieve the last of his Masters juices as they trickled down his face. Lucius’ hand caressed his head gently. “You look so beautiful like that. Such a good slut, covered in my cum.”