Breathe

A/N Just a drabble again, doesn't really build on the story like the last chapter could have, but I figure they'd keep the surprise rendezvous even if there are specific ones.

Warning: along with normal warning this chapter has some light CBT

Everything Dark

Harry woke with a start as someone sat on top of him. A dark bag covered his face before his eyes could see. His breath instantly made the bag moist as he panted against its plastic surface.

His covers were pulled down along with his pants and it only took a second for his assailant to shove his cock home. As soon as Harry was penetrated the bag was tightened around his neck. He could still breathe – there was air left in the bag – but as his legs were pulled high above his assaulter's shoulders and his cock was grabbed he panted in the air and soon it seemed useless. His throat was moving, his breaths were coming but there was no oxygen in the air.

Harder and harder the thrusts grew, he could feel his cock leaking as it was rung with every blow. He gasped quick fast breaths, hoping for something more fruitful than the clammy carbon dioxide in the bag. He'd never been able to inhale freely before, it drove him mad with trying. The world was already black but somehow it got darker, his attention focused on a single point.

His arse was begin used brutally but he couldn't feel it, only feel that one more breath. Suddenly a sweeping coolness overcame Harry's face, fresh air flowed down his throat and in his eagerness he swallowed it all in one gulp and coughed as he'd forgotten how to breathe. His still sleep weakened arms moved to his face but his attacker slapped them harshly and he dropped them. Now he could feel his cock and the pounding behind. Feeling fuller and fuller and his mouth got dryer and dryer. The relieving fresh air was gone, but a charm must have removed the moisture for now every breath was like breathing in flames, they scorched his throat and provided no nourishment. He breathed faster none-the-less. His balls were now squeezed along with his cock he worked hard to enjoy it. He'd never felt he was not going to be able to come but how could he when he heaved these empty meaningly gasps. There was not enough sensation to overcome the emptiness.

Finally his balls were yanked harshly and a slap was lain onto his cock. He cried out inside his plastic prison and the same was applied again. Sensation, feeling, pleasure, pain spiked through him as his genitals were abused. Harry held his breathing pointlessly but it allowed him to focus again. His focus slipped away in a more familiar fashion and he looked blankly up into the black and exploded and one more rough touch. His aggressor thrust a few last time as Harry lay back not breathing. Finally the bag was removed and the sweet fresh air engulfed and overcame him and he choked on too much oxygen. A laugh, his balls were hit again, and the figure slipped away as Harry lay coughing on the bed, wondering how this had occurred in his own domain.

A/N Hope you enjoy. Please read and review and tell me what you think/if you have any more ideas about how you'd like the story to involve/this kink to be played out.