Squires of Slytherin

Squires of Slytherin – Initiation

Watching Mr. Potter suck cock as if he was born to it was the most erotic sight Severus Snape had ever witnessed. Though he had been a participant in numerous initiations, and he indeed found all of them arousing, the small, almost elfin child made him feel as if he were punched in the gut, breath stolen away.

Perhaps it was the tousled black hair contrasted to the pale creamy skin, or the combined earnestness and innocence as he explored the large cock. Or maybe the way he would occasionally glance up at the Corvin’s face, as if asking for permission or guidance. Or even the way he closed his eyes, gripped the other boy’s thighs for leverage and shoved his face down to the balls-

Professor Snape squeezed and readjusted his own cock slightly as it grew interested in the scene and in his own thoughts.

It was likely the combination of everything, and also, if he squinted his eyes, the Potter boy’s face became that of his childhood rival.

It made Severus Snape very happy indeed to think of that arrogant prick as a dirty cocksucker.

He had seen the boy’s eyes fly open when Corvin’s cock went too deep for comfort, and the professor cast a numbing charm for his own benefit. James-bloody-Potter would be an excellent cocksucker, of course.

It was icing on the cake to see Corvin thrust himself so deep into Potter’s mouth that his balls smacked the boy’s chin, and the professor vowed to himself that one day soon, he would feel that same pretty mouth with the supple pink lips on his own cock…

That was not for tonight, however. Tonight was an even greater pleasure.

He sneered as he broke up the soppy embrace between the oldest Squire and initiate, hiding his own eagerness to plow into that warm body again and again.

“Now, Mr. Potter, it is my turn.”

Harry turned to the professor, reluctance and curiosity warring on his face. He was feeling uncomfortable from his own arousal, but wished that Corvin could help instead of the unapproachable and distant Professor. Still, he was very curious how sex, real sex, would work.

Professor Snape crooked a finger at the boy to bring him closer. “This will be done with no clothes, Mr. Potter, so strip.”

Harry opened his mouth to argue.

“How else do you expect me to do it, boy? Unless you have in the past few minutes become an expert in such matters, I expect you to do exactly what I say, when exactly I say it, so strip.” He scowled at the boy, who with shaking fingers fumbled at his tie knot, and then at the buttons of his shirt. Harry shrugged out of his robes and shirt and laid them in a neat, sorted bundle in a chair, the other one occupied by a scowling Corvin.

Harry shivered in the cold dungeon air as he unbuckled his belt and nudged off his shoes and trousers. Corvin murmured some words and all of a sudden, he felt warm. Smiling thankfully at the older boy, Harry stood in front of Snape’s desk clad in only boxers and socks.

“Aren’t you going to finish, Mr. Potter?” Professor Snape drawled, leaning back in his chair and rubbing at his chin.

Harry raised his chin defiantly. “Of course, Professor, but we haven’t agreed to the conditions, yet.”

“Very well, boy. Name your price.”

Harry thought for a moment. He needed something not unreasonable, but certainly unpleasant to the professor, as a kind of payback to him to send a message that he, Harry, was worthy of Slytherin House and the position of Squire. But he didn’t know anything about the Professor; what did the man dislike?

Then he smirked and quickly hid it. “My price is that you offer me a private tutoring session on the Friday after the first week of classes, so if I have questions I can ask them, and you will teach me a new spell that I can do.” For it was obvious that the Professor did not desire his presence, so what better than to force it on him even more?

Professor Snape’s right eye twitched. Idly, Harry wondered if that was a good or bad sign. “Very well, Mr. Potter, now off with the rest,” he intoned.

Harry wanted to argue about the socks, but decided that it was futile to fight a losing battle. Instead, he stooped and peeled off each sock, placing them on the pile of clothes, and carefully pushed down his boxers, freeing his youthful pink cock, slightly stiffened. Corvin sat straighter in his seat.

Harry stood uncertainly, waiting for more instructions. Both of the men in the room, eyes devouring the boy, took in every detail about the boy, from the too-skinny ribs to the long coltish legs, but especially that young cock. He was beautiful. Corvin was filled with desire and a craving to protect the boy. Snape was struck by the sheer slightness of the boy, as well as a strong bolt of lust.

The professor gave a long-suffering sigh, as if he anticipated the next few minutes to be an unwanted burden. Harry winced slightly. The man pushed his chair further away from the desk.

“Come here and lean over the desk, Potter, on your stomach,” he said, his eyes glittering strangely in the firelight.”

Harry gave one last glance to Corvin, then walked behind the desk in front of the professor. Before he took the position, he asked innocently, “Don’t you want me to undo your pants, first?”

“Did I ask you to, boy? No I did not, now stop stalling and do what you have been told!”

Harry gulped and leaned over the desk, his hands grasping the far edge and feet firmly planted on the ground. The sight of the white, unmarked bottom made Snape’s eye twitch again and he adjusted himself before pulling out a drawer and taking out a small container. He held it in front of Potter so the boy could see.

“This, Potter, is lubricant. Since the rectum does not self-lubricate as does the vagina of a woman, a liquid of some kind must be applied so there is no tearing of the anus.” He pulled out his wand and muttered a light Cleansing charm, then unscrewed the top of the container and scooped out a small amount of white goop. “The hole must be thoroughly stretched, again to prevent tearing.” He coated a finger in the lubricant, and then spread Potter’s cheeks wide, exposing the pink rosebud. With the coated finger, he gently but firmly pressed it against the opening, pushing against the resistance until it popped in.

Harry jumped with the touch, startled. His eyes flew open and met those of Corvin, who nodded to him in approval and reassurance.

Snape wanted to groan. The tightness of the ass, it would be magnificent surrounding his cock, which was swelling rapidly at the tableau laid out before him, for him. He kept moving his finger inside the anus, stretching it in a caressing motion, then pulled out and coated a second finger while recoating the first as well. He pressed both of them against the opening, which again provided resistance, but eventually his fingers breached it.

Harry did groan at this. He had never even considered having anything up his bottom, especially not a man, especially not a man’s fingers! The sensation was foreign, and he wriggled around, trying to get comfortable with the intrusion.

Snape put his other hand on Potter’s back, stilling him. “I hope you are paying attention, Mr. Potter,” he said as he buried his fingers to the hilt inside the boy. “One day soon, you will be required to do this to another, and you must be able to do it competently.” He scissored his fingers, stretching the hole further.

“Ye-yes sir,” Harry gasped as his professor’s marvelous fingers hit an incredible spot inside of him. He wanted to move, to get the professor to hit it again, but the hand on the back was firm, keeping him pressed to the desk. “You are stretching me, sir, so that when you insert your, your…”

“My cock, Mr. Potter, say it,” Snape said as he ceased his movements.

“Sir!” Harry cried, wanting more contact, more feelings, more… he didn’t know how to describe it, except as not a loss of something vital.

“Say it!” Snape demanded.

“Your cock, Professor Snape, so it will not tear the skin,” Harry choked out, nearly sobbing in relief when the professor began moving again, hitting that sweet spot with every motion. Harry began unconsciously rocking his hips back to get more and deeper friction.

“Adequate, Mr. Potter, adequate,” sneered Snape as he removed his fingers, the hole squeezing them as they left, as if reluctant to let them go. He coated a third finger and pressed against the rosebud, this time opening easier yet still with resistance. He moved his fingers back and forth in the boy, from nearly out to buried completely. His own hips were thrusting slightly into the air, eager to bury themselves in the willing and delectable arse. “I must prepare you moreso than I have others, Mr. Potter, as unfortunately for you, I have a rather large cock and you a small body, so I must take extra care, as must you when someone such as I requires the services of yourself.”

Snape withdrew his fingers one last time and wiped them off with a handkerchief from his pocket. He did not undo his belt, but unzipped his pants and let his cock loose, free and bouncing in the air. It needed no more encouragement, but was engorged to its full and substantial length and width. He rubbed a small amount of lubricant onto his weeping cock, and pushed Potter further onto the desk so that his toes barely touched the ground. He held the boy’s cheeks open again.

“This will hurt if you tense up. You must relax,” he informed the boy.

Harry nodded, eyes tightly shut after meeting Corvin’s again. He wanted to pretend it was just him and the Professor as he had with Corvin, though this time for a different reason. He gasped as he felt a blunt object at his bottom, much larger than even the three fingers. Harry bit his lip as the object pressed firmly against him. He was about to cry out that it would not fit, that the pressure was too much, and how it hurt, when the head of the cock slipped past his muscles. He cried out, but it was a wordless moan.

Snape slowly pushed his way inside the boy. He looked down to see his thick veined cock disappearing into the sweet warm wet glorious tight arse, and he bared his teeth to keep his hips from thrusting violently. The boy’s cry spurred him on, and he pressed in faster until he was buried to the hilt of his cock in the boy, balls pressed deliciously between the soft arse and his rough cotton pants. He stopped here to regain his control and his breath, though the boy needed to adjust to the intrusion as well. He smirked at that thought. The boy would most assuredly get used to this sensation, as he doubted that anyone would be able to resist this ass.

Harry’s eyes leaked tears as he gritted his teeth. It felt as if someone had shoved a baseball bat up there, which made him quite thankful for the lubrication. He didn’t want to think of how badly it would feel without preparation. A hand ran gently up and down his spine, and he unconsciously relaxed his tense muscles.

“Relax, Potter,” Snape said. “Bear down, it will hurt less.”

Without warning, Snape began to pull out slowly, then pushed just as slowly back in. Harry wriggled around the huge cock, which inadvertently made it tighter for the professor, who reflexively thrust back in. Harry squeaked this time, but held himself still.

Snape set up a steady rhythm, slow at first, then gradually a bit faster. He changed his angle, searching for the special spot. He knew he hit it when the boy moaned again, louder, and tensed up in pleasure before relaxing. He smirked, pulled back, then thrust harder, brushing that spot, and was rewarded with another groan. Relaxing, Snape eased into the rhythm, pushing in and out of the boy. He closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling the warmth sucking his cock in, the tightness of the arse, and the sound of his balls slapping on the boy’s arse.

He began riding the boy faster and harder. He glanced down once and saw the tousled black hair and the white, white skin. Lost in his lust, his addled mind saw the figure of the elder Potter laid across his desk. He remembered figments from the past, the sneering faces of Potter and Black, the jeering words, stinging hexes, the daily humiliations. This was his chance to repay that bloody prick, now that he had the arrogant wanker strewn across his desk, taking his cock and wanting more.

Snape leaned forward, grasping the hips of the figure, and drove into it as hard and fast as he could physically manage. With every thrust, the body lifted off of the desk, which was being lifted off of the floor. He bared his teeth again, this time in sheer effort as perspiration dripped off his face and onto the back before him. Let’s see that fucker make a fool out of him this time!

Harry gasped as the thrusts changed intensity, from rhythmic and firm, to wild and forceful. The fabric of the professor’s pants was rubbing the back of his thighs, and where the balls slapped vigorously, he was certain that he would have a bruise. Yet, the pleasure was still there, indeed. Harry wondered how he had lived without knowing this secret of adults, how he had lived without the knowledge of how it felt to have a thick cock up his bottom, pressing in all the right places, making him feel tingly and needy and wanting and full all at the same time.

Suddenly, Harry shuddered and dry came, his arse clenching tightly. Snape groaned through clenched teeth as the quivering arse milked his cock, and he thrust even more violently a few more times before the sensations overwhelming his iron-clad control and he came forcefully, shooting his come deep inside the body with a few light thrusts. He took a few deep breaths, and then extricated his worn-out cock from the boy’s welcoming body. He glanced at the other occupant of the room, long-forgotten.

Corvin was also breathing heavily, his eyes glazed over in lust. Snape had no doubt that as soon as he returned to the Slytherin dormitories, he would seek out another Squire and slack his lust. Likely the sixth year, Fay Branduff, as Rangley enjoyed one sex as much as the other and females required less preparation.

Shaking his head slightly, Snape stepped back from the desk and carefully placed his cock back in his pants before zipping them. He ran a single finger down the spine of the Potter boy who lay limp on his desk.

“We are finished here, Mr. Potter. It is time for you to return to your dormitory,” he informed the boy. “Redress and return with Mr. Rangley. You are now a Squire-initiate.” With that he uttered a Cleansing charm on the room and sat back in his chair, watching the boy make slow, sore movements as he gathered his clothes and dressed himself.

Once dressed, tie included, though it had been a challenge to do it up properly with trembling fingers, Harry turned to the now-stolid professor. “Thank you sir,” he said quietly, inwardly marveling at the transformation from the graceful, careful, and imposing professor as he had appeared earlier, to the wild and unrestrained force and back again. It would not be the first time he had that thought.

Professor Snape nodded and flicked his hand at the boy. “You may leave. Your next session is in two days. Be here directly at 9 and do not be late.”

Corvin nodded hurriedly to the professor. “I will make sure he is, Professor,” he said as he guided Harry in front of him and out the door.

When the door slammed shut, Snape snorted. It seemed that the eldest Squire was displeased with his Head of House. Likely jealous, but who knew what went through the fool heads of children.

Satiated and satisfied, Severus Snape extinguished the fire and swept out of the room, letting the wards lock behind him.

Two things were certain. One, Harry Potter was meant to be in Slytherin, if only for the poetic justice he himself gaining in buggering the spawn of Potter. It seemed that karma had finally repaid him.

Two, Severus Snape was greatly looking forward to the next meeting.