High Time (Started as It Wasn't So Bad)

Warnings: Bondage, anal sex, slash sex, discipline, spanking, servitude, D/s... and so on.



Spontaneous Bursts





When Harry awoke the following morning, in the bed of Severus Snape, his prisoner was gone. The chain was still attached to the headboard, but the collar, and the man whose neck it encircled, were both conspicuously absent.



Harry muttered a quiet obscenity, and without getting dressed, wearing nothing but his shorts ran to look for Severus.



He found him by the pond, sprawled in the ground in the nude, reading. He was still wearing his collar and cuffs, though, and for some reason that fact alone made it impossible for Harry to be genuinely annoyed with him.



“You escaped,” Harry said, trying his best to sound stern and disapproving. The fact that he was grinning ear to ear made his disapproval a great deal less credible.



Severus glanced up at him. “I did,” he confirmed solemnly. “I was bored. And I needed to take a piss.”



“How did you-....” Harry started asking.



“I know this really neat spell,” Severus said, smirking. “It\'s called Relashio. I should teach it to you one of these days.”



“But your wand was ten feet away!” Harry protested, as the Auror in him was determined to evaluate the situation.



“I can use my wand from a reasonable distance.”



“Oh,” Harry muttered, feeling like an idiot. “So you weren\'t really... inescapably bound the entire day yesterday.”



Severus smirked again, in the most irritating way possible. Harry glared at him, and this time, was able to maintain his glare for at least ten seconds. That alone constituted progress, albeit a minor one.



“You are upset with me,” Severus mused, setting his book aside.



“Eh, not really,” Harry said resignedly. “I just feel stupid, but I\'m not upset. Well, maybe a little bit upset.”



“Enough to put me on all fours and whip me?” Severus asked, sounding somewhat hopeful.



“Enough to really chain you inescapably for a while,” Harry threatened. “Your wand is still back in the cabin, isn\'t it?”



“It is,” Severus agreed, standing up, looking at Harry shamelessly. And there was that infuriating smirk again. “And unless that is a wand peeking through your shorts, yours is back in the cabin as well. So, how do you propose to chain me inescapably?”



Harry blushed furiously, completely embarrassed by the fact that his erection was so blindingly obvious, and that he was being made fun of. And STILL Severus was smirking! Harry\'s frustration soared, reached its peak, and then, to his utter shock, a spontaneous burst of wandless magic emerged from Harry\'s fingertips and struck against Severus.



The burst lasted only a moment, but the result was absolutely astonishing. Severus ended up with his wrists restrained behind his back, his ankles firmly chained together... and then, absolutely bewildered, Severus stared down at his private area. Harry followed his gaze and saw that the man\'s cock and balls were restrained in a tightly fitting black leather harness.



“How did you do that?” Severus demanded. He was not at all amused, but, to Harry\'s relief, he did not sound furious, either. He seemed more shocked than anything else.



“Huh?” Harry stammered, staring at the beautiful, leather-bound prize. “Oh. Pardon?”



“Stop apologizing and tell me how you did it,” Severus insisted.



Harry\'s eyes were glued to Severus\' erect, uncircumcised member, straining against its bonds. It was long and hard, beautiful in its rage and redness, the tiny slit weeping with a clear fluid, and the enormous, mysterious vein was throbbing on the side ...



“Harry!”



“Sorry!” Harry said breathlessly, snapping out of his daze. “It\'s.. I\'m – capable of some wandless magic... always have been, but... it doesn\'t happen too often. And it\'s not something that I can control, or .. even predict. It just sort of happens for very personal reasons. In fact, there were only a handful of times in my life when ... it emerged like that. The best I can figure out is that my instincts and my subconscious tap into it, and summon it, when it is most needed.”



Severus was looking at him sceptically. “When it is most needed,” he repeated. “Where was your wandless magic when Quirrel was trying to knock you off your broomstick? Where was your wandless magic when Umbridge was making you write with the blood quill?”



Harry shrugged. “I don\'t know,” he said honestly. “But, apparently, this,” he nodded to Severus\' restrained penis and testicles, “is more important to my subconscious.”



Severus stared at him incredulously. “You are ridiculous.”



“I wouldn\'t be saying that sort of thing if I were you,” Harry warned him. “Who\'s to say that another attack of wandless magic won\'t gag you?”



“You are an imbecile, too,” Severus said, and opened his mouth, as if to welcome a ball-gag, in case one decided to make an appearance.. They both waited for another burst of wandless magic to emerge, but nothing happened.



“Pity,” Severus mused.



Harry knelt before him, and licked the tip of his member, lifting a tiny drop of pre-cum from it. “No. I don\'t want you gagged,” Harry said ominously. “I want to hear you scream.”



Harry took the beautiful cock in his mouth and indulged himself for a ridiculously long time, licking, sucking, teasing every vein and irregularity on it with his tongue. Above him, Severus was moaning unashamedly, and issuing plaintive cries.



“I need...” Severus finally murmured breathlessly. “Need to...”



“What do you need?” Harry asked, pausing very briefly.



“Need to come,” Severus said resignedly.



With his fingers, Harry circled the leather strap that encircled the man\'s balls and cock. “Maybe later,” Harry said pitilessly, and stood up, pressing his lips to Severus\' throat. The fingers of Harry\'s right hand continued to stroke and massage Severus\' helplessly bound erection, while his left hand found his way to Severus\' bottom and proceeded to stroke the cleft between his butt-cheeks.



Harry continued the torture of teasing and denial, and eventually, Severus was screaming like a cat being slaughtered, and, Harry realized to his delight, Severus was actually begging. The strict Potions Master was begging, begging to be allowed to come, begging to be released, begging to be neutered, begging for anything to end the torment of sexual frustration.



In the back of his mind, Harry wondered briefly if it made him a bad person to enjoy hearing those screams. His own moral compass was nearly disintegrated at this point, and Harry desperately attempted to imagine what some of his friends might think of this. Hermione wouldn\'t judge him, he knew that much. Ron wouldn\'t either, Harry was positive. Luna would likely say something weird. Ginny would be indifferent, Harry thought absently, as he continued to stroke Severus\' engorged cock.. and Neville... well...



As if on cue, a flash of Apparition burst into being next to Harry and Severus, planting Neville right in front of them both.



What happened next, happened instantaneously, and without any warning. Neville punched Harry twice, once in the face, and once in the solar plexus, sending him to the ground in absolute agony. Another split second later, Neville issued a quick Relashio spell, releasing Severus from his bondage.



His vision blurred, Harry saw that Severus sighed in resignation, as his tormented cock finally erupted in an orgasm, spraying himself and Neville copiously with come. A few drops fell on Harry\'s bruised face as well.



“Are you all right, Professor?” Neville asked anxiously. He was panting wildly, hyperventilating, and being completely oblivious of the orgasm that just happened.



“Quite well,” Severus said in a peaceful manner, and a completely normal voice. “However, I would very much appreciate it if next time you did not intervene. I like my bondage sessions long.”



“Bondage sessions,” Neville muttered, blushing profusely. “Sorry. I thought for a moment that...”



“You thought I was in trouble,” Severus mused. “A reasonable assumption, I suppose. However, you do not need to worry. All of this is consensual.”



Neville muttered a quick obscenity and stared at Harry, who was still curled into himself on the ground. For a Herbology Professor, Neville certainly knew how to pack a punch, Harry thought bitterly.



“I should be going then,” Neville said tiredly. “See you later, Professor, Harry.”



Harry mumbled something incoherent.



“Just out of curiosity,” Severus mused, rubbing his wrists, “what motivated you to make such a dramatic appearance?”



“Well,” Neville murmured. “Harry had some fantasies of dominating you.. then he didn\'t show up at home ... so I thought I\'d.... you know. Look into it. Without involving the law enforcement.”



“Ah,” Severus murmured. “You thought I\'d be in trouble?”



“Not really,” Neville said weakly. “I always figured you could take care of yourself, at least where physical safety was concerned. I kind of was half-expecting to find Harry murdered.”



Severus frowned. “Oh. You came to make a citizen\'s arrest, then.”



Neville looked down. “Not really,” he muttered. “I came to see if you needed help disposing of the body.”



To be continued...