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FOUR MONTHS LATER



Click.



Squeak.



Harry squirmed.



Seemingly out of nowhere ropes appeared and began to twine themselves around his wrists and ankles, tightening and spreading him slowly out until his body was a taut X.



Suddenly, he felt the sting of leather slapping against his rock hard cock and sensitive balls. Leather straps entwined his cock and balls, from tip to root, and cinched his balls tightly against his body. He tried to protest, but found an enormous ball gag suddenly stuffing his mouth. He was stretched so tightly his nerves were singing, and he could barely even squirm.



Abruptly his vision went black. A silky blindfold covered his eyes. A voice as silky as the blindfold spoke: "Mr Potter, you have been most remiss recently. I think I need to discipline you."



Harry tried to squirm, but couldn\'t. He was trapped in a world of pure sensation. Nothing could free him from feeling everything that was done to him.



A COLD piece of metal touched one nipple. He shivered and tried to pull back, but had no where to escape too. The nub flattened, seeking escape from the cold. It was gripped between two leather covered fingers and pulled until it distended away from his chest, throbbing with pain as it was pinched and squeezed.



The fingers left him alone for a few moments, and Harry sagged, feeling the increased flow of blood through his abused nipple. He jumped when the cold metal again touched his skin. But this time, his nipple didn\'t have time to retreat. It was grabbed and held tightly, so tightly he cried out into the gag.



"Scream all you want," the voice advised. "No one will hear you."



He did scream as metal teeth bit viciously into the swollen area. He was sure blood was flowing over the clamp. He writhed, barely moving. Agony made him keep trying to move, despite it being impossible.



"Now," said the voice musingly, "you were very naughty, weren\'t you? Looking at those naughty pictures. Did you like them? Did they make you feel hard?"



Harry shook his head, desperately trying to speak around the gag that made his jaw ache. "Mmmno!"



There was silence. And that frightened Harry.



Abruptly, his other nipple was grabbed twisted almost one hundred and eighty degrees - he screamed uselessly into the gag - and then it too was clamped. The metal teeth snapped shut, meeting in the middle, biting through Harry\'s sore skin.



Suddenly a burning pain shot through his left nipple, causing Harry to scream soundlessly behind the gag, his body jerking painfully in the tight bonds. Had he been pierced?! Identical pain shot through is right nipple, and again he jerked, beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead. That dark and sinful voice chuckled obscenely.



"The pain, Mr, Potter, only enhances the ....pleasure...."



"And the pleasure is very intense," the honey and mahogany voice went on.



Harry heard a zip being pulled down, then the sound of a something being stroked. "Yes, this certainly is a delicious sight."



"Mmmnastardbbb!" Harry sobbed.



"Now, now," the silky voice said dangerously, "I can make it all pain..."



Harry\'s throbbing nipples were, one by one, laved with a wet warmth, stepping up the sting and making him gurgle into the gag.



That hot, sinful tongue then laid a burning trail up his chest and neck to his chin. "Mmm....quite delectable.....for a misbehaving brat," the voice purred. Harry moaned and then gasped sharply as his tormentor suddenly closed his teeth on his chin, biting down and then sucking the spot.



Harry moaned again into his gag. His tormentor took pity on him and removed it.



The youngster exercised his jaw, trying to make it feel normal again. "Please," he groaned, "please!"



A gloved finger stroked down his cheek, lightly passing over the indentation left by the tight leather strap that had held the gag in place. It strayed to the forming bruise on the lad’s chin, probing it, which made Harry wince.



Severus said softly, "Such pretty skin." His hands moved down and suddenly Harry felt a weight dragging on his nipples, and he heard the gentle clink of a chain. He gasped, then screamed as the chain was pulled and both nipples were viciously tugged at the same time.



"Oh god! no!" he yelled.



"Oh god...yes!" Severus moaned into his ear, causing Harry\'s skin to prickle all over.



Harry\'s hands were suddenly released, causing him to fall forward towards the floor, his ankles still bound, his legs spread wide. He yelped and prepared to meet the floor with his face, but the crash never came. Instead he found himself bent over a sawhorse-like contraption, his arms thrust forward and pinned along the legs of the thing, the chains attached to his nipples secured to the floor beneath him. He gasped as his legs were yanked even further apart. He felt a leather clad hand skim over his arse cheeks in an obscene caress, fingers dancing along the seam that separated his cheeks.



"Wh-What...are you going t-to do?" Harry stammered.



"Discipline, Mr. Potter," the man\'s voice oozed menace, "something you are sorely lacking."



And with that Harry was treated to a firm smack across his arse cheeks from the leather clad hand.

Harry whimpered, tugging frantically to free himself. But all he succeeded in doing was hurting his nipples further, as the rings forced through them were pulled painfully.



"I\'ll be good!" he sobbed, voice cracking. "I swear! I\'ll be good!"



"Oooh, no, no, my dear boy, " the Potions Master purred, "we\'ve only just begun..."



Several more stinging blows were rained down on his already hot ass, and then they stopped. Gasping and breathless, Harry froze as he felt his cheeks being parted.



He hissed in his breath between clenched teeth as he felt a leathered finger begin to stroke and nudge his most intimate place. He wailed as it was shoved forcefully into his clenching channel.



“Oh! God! Stop!" he howled.



The finger was yanked out of him and Harry felt something wide and thick begin to nudge its way in. He gasped as it breached him, and then his cheeks were released. His evil Potions Master suddenly appeared in front of him, yanking his head up by the hair, forcing him to stare into the bottomless pits of his black eyes.



"Open," he said delicately as he nudged Harry\'s chin with his monstrously huge and hard cock.



Harry whimpered pitifully, the chains tugging at his abused nipples taut and searing. Obediently he let his mouth drop open, afraid of what would happen if he didn\'t, yet sickeningly aroused at the same time.



"Lick it well, Potter," Severus said, sneering, "and make it good and wet," he added with an sinfully evil smirk, "I don\'t intend to waste lubricant on you. Saliva will do."



Harry licked at his mouthful, unsure whether he could take it all in at this awkward angle.



Severus didn\'t give him the choice. The Potions master leaned over and smacked the buttplug that was partly nestled in Harry far deeper in. The boy squealed as it battered his nub, and gagged as his throat was filled with hard, wet cock.



"Don\'t bite," the man chided and delivered another bruising smack to Harry\'s arse and another stab at the back of his throat.



Harry moaned as the buttplug was pounded further into him, opening his channel wider than ever before, making his cock throb painfully within its leather bindings. He simply let himself drool over the Potion master\'s long, thick tool, gulping now and then to keep from choking, listening to the man moan loudly even as he abused Harry\'s tender arse.



The thick plug slammed against his prostate, making him scream in pleasure around the iron rod rammed into his throat, and then suddenly, it was ripped from him, leaving him groaning and whimpering at the loss, feeling the cold air of the dungeon fill his gaping arsehole.



The Professor’s hot rod was pulled from his throat and the man said menacingly, "Prepare yourself, Potter. Now comes the real discipline." making Harry tremble with anticipation.



He was half hard and breathing heavily when he heard a derisive snort behind him. "Clearly this AFF idiot knows NOTHING about bondage. Follow me, my little Gryffindor, and I\'ll give you a lesson..." his dark-eyed lover growled silkily.



Harry shivered and wondered if Sev would spank him again too...



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Q: A prize to whoever works out what the hell was going on there!