Bound

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A/N: I've been a bad, bad author. I wrote this and haven't posted it.

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It was once again kink night in the dungeons and Harry was practically bouncing as he made his way down. He idly wondered what Severus would have in store for him as he approached the portrait guarding Severus’ door. It swung open even before Harry knocked.

The room was almost dark and nothing moved as Harry stepped in. The door closed and locked as he stepped clear. “Severus?” he called out in confusion and anticipation.

There was no response save for his glasses flying across the room and a black satin sash being tied around his eyes. Harry, slightly shocked, tried to struggle, but strong hands caught his arms. “We’re going to play something a little different tonight, Mr. Potter,” said the familiar silky baritone.

Harry relaxed. It was Severus. He was released and Severus moved around to his front. Harry’s left hand was raised from his side and his index finger was sucked into a warm, wet mouth. A talented tongue laved the digit as a leather cuff was buckled around his wrist. Harry could feel the metal D-rings, three of them, hanging coolly against his skin as his hand was dropped and the other paid the same attention.

The buttons of his shirt were opened torturously slow. He didn’t know what was going on, but he had a pretty good idea. His cock twitched in interest at the thought. As his shirt was slid from his shoulders, that silky purr returned behind him, “Do you trust me?”

“Implicitly,” Harry said rather breathlessly.

“Good, your safe word is ‘nightshade’,” was the reply as Harry’s trousers were removed.

Stepping back around to Harry’s front, Severus dragged his fingers down Harry’s torso as he dropped to his knees. He gently nipped the front of the silk ladies thong panties Harry wore. A hiss of pleasure escaped the green-eyed professor’s mouth. Smirking, Severus swiped his tongue across the tip of Harry’s cock mimicking the small drip of pre-come coating the tip of his engorged and very erect cock, peeking from the top of said panties. Harry groaned.

“You really mustn’t keep distracting me my little slut,” Severus chastised as he hooked matching leather ankle straps on Harry ankles.

He moved back up and around Harry, settling his hands on the younger man’s waist. “Have you been a good little slut?”

“No, sir,” Harry replied, very much enjoying where this kink game was heading.

Severus made a disappointed noise and began to move Harry toward the center of the room. “What have you done that has been so bad?” he asked in that same low purr.

“I touched myself while thinking of you,” Harry replied while trying to think on his feet, which was becoming increasing difficult given all the new sensations he was being introduced to, while still blindfolded and having an achingly hard cock.


Making a tsking noise, he lifted one of Harry’s arms and secured it to something above his head. He took the other and did the same. “I will just have to punish you by keeping your hands tied above your head, then.”

“Please,” Harry pleaded. He was incredibly turned on by this game. Severus had never once restrained him and Harry was beginning to relish giving up control.

With the younger man’s hands secured above him, Severus admired his handiwork. Harry stood in the center of his sitting room completely nude save for his pale pink silk panties, his erection threatening to bust through the front. Severus hooked his fingers through the waist of the lingerie and slid them down Harry’s perfectly shaven legs and after giving them a good sniff, tucked them in the pocket of his trousers.

Severus ran his finger up the proud erection, causing Harry’s hips to buck. “Please,” Harry begged again.

“Please what?” Severus asked his breath ghosting down Harry’s neck. “Please make you come? Please take you hard and fast? Please what, my beautiful pet?”

“Yes, please.” Harry didn’t know what he actually wanted, but he knew he wanted Severus to do something.

Severus rubbed Harry’s balls. “I believe that I know what you want,” he said, his voice husky with lust.

He reached over to the table and began unsnapping something, Harry turned at the sound, but didn’t know what it was. He felt smooth leather wrap snugly around his cock and balls. “You want me to drive you insane with pleasure, don’t you?”

Harry tensed at the pressure on his cock. He knew that he would not be able to come until Severus allowed him to. “Oh Merlin yes!” he moaned.

“What else do you want?” Severus asked as he picked up a flogger made of horse hair. “Do you want me to tease you relentlessly with a feather? Or maybe I should do something a little different.”

Reaching over to the far side of the table, Severus exchanged the flogger for a small, silver snake with emerald eyes. He decided to use the flogger later, after inserting his lovely new acquisition. The snake’s body curled around and the very tip of its tail was rather smooth and long, out of proportion to its body. A wicked smile graced the Potions Master’s lips. He stepped behind Harry and grasped the younger man’s stiff prick. “Would you like for me to make your cock pretty, Mr. Potter? I have a beautiful serpent here that agrees that she would be perfect adorning the tip.”

Harry tensed. He didn’t like the sound of that. Was Severus talking about piercing his foreskin, or worse, his cock head? “Will…will you have to pierce me?” he asked, uncertainty lacing his voice.

Severus smiled as he nibbled on Harry’s ear for a moment and then whispered seductively, his breath cooling the saliva, “Most certainly not. I do not intend on playing with bodily fluids. She is merely a cock plug, ornamentation meant to not only look pretty, but also stimulate you. Have you ever used a cock plug before, Mr. Potter?”

Relaxing marginally, Harry replied, “No, sir, will it hurt?”

Rubbing his fingers over the smooth head of the cock he’d come to adore, he replied, “From my experience, no. It creates a rather erotic sensation inside your urethra; it’s very sensitive, you know. Shall we try?”

All he could do to reply was nod. Harry wasn’t sure he was going to enjoy this, but he was going to push his limits. He did, after all, have a safe word to use if he needed it.

Taking great care, Severus slipped the plug into Harry’s slit and turned the snake to curl around, under the ridge of the cock. Emeralds gleamed in the candlelight from the two eyes adorning the triangular head. The forked tongue rested daintily on the edge of the ridge, pointing toward Harry’s, now plugged, slit. Wrapping his long fingers around the thick appendage, the older man slowly began to stimulate his younger lover. “She looks exquisite.”

Harry could feel the silver plug several centimeters inside his cock and it felt exquisite. The extra pressure intensified his urgent need even more. “Dear sweet Merlin that feels good!” his voice cracked as he said it.

“I knew you would find it enjoyable,” Severus commented.

Though Harry knew that he couldn’t come, it didn’t keep him from trying. Soon, he was bucking into the hand that was stimulating him. He moaned in defeat as the hand pulled away. That moan was suddenly drawn out in pleasure as the little silver snake squeezed lightly around the tip of Harry’s cock.

“I don’t believe that I have ever seen you act so…wanton. You don’t know the picture you make, Mr. Potter,” Severus replied as he stepped back up to his table.

He rubbed his bulging erection, relishing in the way his lambskin leather pants felt on his cock. Leather definitely felt better than silk in this instance. Picking up the almost forgotten horsehair flogger, he ran it across Harry’s shoulders. The younger man shuddered.

“Shall I paint that picture for you, Mr. Potter?”

“Yes, sir, please I…” Harry’s breath was coming in short gasps now. He was so obviously turned on by this kind of play.

“You what?” Severus asked again, his voice flowing over Harry’s heightened senses like melted chocolate.

“Am I pretty? Please sir, tell me what you see.”

“I see your unruly hair matted to your forehead. Your full, pink lips parted rather seductively. The sweat on your naked skin simply glistens in the firelight, oh yes; I have light in the room raised again.” Severus took the flogger and ran it gently up Harry’s cock. The snake squeezed at the touch.


Harry’s whole body arched at this and he screamed. With a dark chuckle, Snape gently flogged Harry’s chest. “You look so small and vulnerable there with your hands tied above your head and suspended from the ceiling. So much like a sacrifice, you are, waiting, wanting me to take you, torture you, and finally, give you release.” Each word was punctuated by a light slap of flogger on skin and a moan from Harry. “Is that what you want? Do you want more?”

Severus stepped back and rubbed himself again, watching Harry’s response. The young professor kept trying to thrust his cock in the air, looking for friction, anything to rub against really. He ached with need. His whole body quivered with want, need for more torture, need to hear that buttery voice talking dirty to him.

The taller man pulled his cock out of his pants and began to slowly masturbate himself. He moaned deep in this throat. “You make me lose all of my self control when you are like that, Mr. Potter. I’m wanking myself right now just looking at you. Shall I take you now?”

Hearing that Severus was masturbating caused Harry to groan in frustration. “Please, sir, hard and fast, I need it now.”

With a smirk, Severus tucked himself back in his pants. He didn’t want to, but he did. He wanted nothing more than to give in and unhook Harry and take him, hard and fast, relentlessly hammering into the young man’s prostate, making him scream in pleasure, but he stopped himself.

“I believe that we need to play for a bit longer,” he whispered, his lips a hairsbreadth away from Harry’s.

“I need…” Harry whispered as he tried to capture those lips just out of reach.
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As the snake squeezed again, Severus moved in again and captured Harry’s parted lips in a soul-stealing kiss. It was dominant and possessive and held no promise of roses or romance. It was full of need, raw and pure. He harshly pinched his lovers left nipple, causing Harry to arch into him and moan into his mouth. Snape slowly pulled away, watching the small strand of saliva stretching from Harry’s bee stung bottom lip to his own. “Do you need the pain, Mr. Potter?”

Harry could only pant harshly. Severus licked his lips as he stepped back to his table. He picked up a pair of nipple clamps. He so enjoyed having a willing partner who trusted him completely. This particular pair was his favorite. They easily adjusted from looser to tighter, depending on how much pain the wearer wanted. Smirking evilly, he tightened them down almost as far as they would go, which had always been his own preference. “There’s a thin line between pleasure and pain,” he said darkly as he clamped them to Harry’s nipples.

Harry screamed. This was not a scream of pleasure, either. “Aghhh, nightshade! Oh Merlin, please, nightshade!”

Tears soaked the satin cloth and Severus promptly removed the clamps. He stroked one of the abused nipples with his hand as he dipped his head and laved the other with his tongue, after a few moments, switching to soothe the other. He was uncharacteristically gentle in his ministrations.

Harry’s whimpers turned to moans of pleasure. “Better?” Severus asked.

“Yes, sir,” Harry replied.

“Shall we continue?”

“Please.”

Severus loosened the clamps almost all the way. “I am going to put the clamps on again, but they will not be quite so tight.” Harry squirmed a bit once they were on. “Are you in any pain?”

“No, sir,” Harry replied, “These are only a bit uncomfortable.”

“They will not be for long, Mr. Potter. I am going to unchain you now and move you to a different position. I believe that you will enjoy this tremendously,” Severus said as he unhooked Harry’s arms.

He silently rubbed Harry’s arms to bring the feeling back. Severus stepped behind his lover and steered him over to another table. He hooked Harry’s wrists together and coaxed him to bend over at the waist. “I am going to use a spreader bar to restrain your legs this time. Your arms will be bound to the table you are now bent over.”

Harry moaned at this. As he moved, he could feel the small snake still buried in his slit moving around a bit. He also felt really slutty with his arse practically pointed in the air for all and sundry. For the last bit, Severus decided to remove the blindfold.

Unfocussed green eyes blinked a few times before recognizing the blurry form of the god in leather in front of him. He knew that Severus had a body to die for, all long, lean, sinewy muscle, and had Harry been able to come, he would have at the sight of his lover, even though he was mostly a blur and Harry could see none of the fine details. The snake squeezed again and Harry squirmed and shifted his hips in an attempt of seeking more pressure.

No one painted a better picture of dominance than Snape did standing there. It wasn’t so much the painted on tight leather trousers, or the black leather shirt that clung to his form, no, it was the smirk he wore and the fire in his black eyes as he leaned across the table, leather clad forearm brushing lightly against Harry’s cheek. “I have you just where I want you, Mr. Potter.”

Harry should have been afraid, but he wasn’t. He watched as Severus moved around him to another table. He picked up a string with four huge rubber balls on it. “Anal beads, Mr. Potter. Do you know how pleasurable these can be?”

Gulping audibly, Harry shook his head. “I’ve never used them before, sir.”

“You will tonight,” was the reply as Severus moved behind Harry and rubbed his leather clad prick against the proffered arse. . Severus growled as Harry pushed back against his huge bulge.


Wandlessly summoning the small jar of oil from the other table, Severus then poured some down the crease of Harry’s arse. Harry squeaked. Rubbing it gently in his lover’s hole, he began explaining, “These are probably one of my personal favorites to play with. Imagine the sensation of one brushing against your prostate as you slowly pleasure yourself. It doesn’t take long, as you pull them out, to make you want to scream. That’s how good they feel.”

Severus had been preparing his lover the whole time he was talking. He put the first ball at Harry’s entrance, and it immediately tensed up. A sharp slap on Harry’s arse, followed by gentle rubbing of the hurt brought his attention back to Severus. “I’ll never hurt you, Harry,” he said softly, breaking character for a moment, “but you must learn that. These balls are no bigger in circumference than I am and I fit easily inside you. You said that you trusted me, now prove it.”

Harry took a deep breath and released it. They certainly looked bigger than Severus, but he did trust the man. A questing finger stroked his entrance and was replaced by one of the balls. Harry relaxed and pushed against it a bit, much like he did when Severus took him from behind. He stretched, almost uncomfortably so, but he took it. The other three followed, and Harry felt fuller than he thought possible.

“Holy fucking shite!” he panted. He’d shifted his weight a little and one of the balls did indeed touch his prostate. Harry saw stars.

“Indeed so, Mr. Potter, but that is not the most pleasurable sensation they can make.”

Severus reached around and began to stroke Harry’s cock slowly. The oil on his fingers made it much easier. He knew when he’d make the snake move because Harry would whimper. The young professor was almost incoherent with pleasure when Severus finally grasped the ring at the end of the string of beads.

Ever so slowly, he pulled on them. As the first bead came to the ring of muscle, Harry’s whimpers became shrieks. Had he been able to thrash about, there was no doubt in Severus’ mind that he would have. Harry was in ecstasy.

He stopped when it popped out and allowed Harry to calm a bit. Severus smirked. Harry’s need for release was practically hanging in the air. He was certain that before he was done, Harry would be sobbing in frustration. He began to pull on the string again and as the second ball pulled through the ring of muscles, Harry began shrieking nonsensical phrases. Severus was sure that he heard Harry say he thought he was going to die.

When the second ball popped through, Harry’s knees buckled. Severus caught him around the waist before he could fall and hurt his arms. Glazed green eyes opened and Harry’s head lolled forward. He smiled lazily. “I don’t think I can stand any more pleasure,” he slurred. “Is it possible to have an orgasm without coming?”

“Under certain circumstances, yes, it is,” was the reply.

As Harry regained some of his composure and his footing, he laid his head on the cool wood of the table and said, “I think I’ve had three, then.”

“You’ll have at least one more before I am done,” Severus purred.

He tugged a bit on the string and the third bead popped out. Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head. “I…Oh Merlin!”

Severus reached around and removed the cock plug from Harry’s purple cock. He ran his fingers lightly up and down the shaft. As he pulled the final bead, he began stroking Harry in earnest. He teased his young lover by pulling the bead against the ring of muscle and then relaxing, letting it slide back in just enough to give Harry some relief. Finally, he pulled the bead free as he unsnapped the cock ring.

Harry’s whole body arched as he came. Thick, white ropes of semen spurted unbidden from his body. He screamed and then fell limp into the strong arms of his lover.

Holding a fainted Harry up, Severus unbuckled his wrists and then his ankles before scooping him up and carrying him to the bathroom. He cradled Harry to his chest as he ran warm water for a bath. Harry’s whole body twitched as Severus ran his fingers through his hair.

Green eyes fluttered open and he looked at his lover. “That was…intense,” Harry whispered.

“Often, when one engages in that type of play for the first time, especially with a more experienced partner, it is rather intense. That is what draws many back,” Severus replied equally as quiet.

He gently sat Harry in the water and retrieved a soft sponge and began washing him with a bar of spearmint scented soap. Some of Harry’s muscles still twitched from his experience, though he was content to let Severus take care of him. “I don’t think I can ever have sex again and not think about what you did to me tonight.”

“Who said I was finished with you?”

That seductive purr was back! As relaxed as Harry was, he looked forward to more. He’d never fainted from pleasure before and knew that he was likely to never again.

Severus helped him from the tub and dried him off before picking him back up and carrying him into his bedroom. He laid Harry on the simple cotton sheets and stepped back.

Without Harry’s glasses, Severus was nothing but a dark blur, but that didn’t stop him from watching every move the other man made. The skin hugging leather top landed in a pile in the floor as he stripped for Harry, and he kicked his boots off. As he unbuttoned the fly of his trousers, he walked toward the bed.

Standing at the edge, he shimmied out of the trousers. Severus crawled onto the bed and up Harry’s still limp form. He kissed those rosy red lips and lay down atop his lover. He pulled back and looked into Harry’s green eyes. They were no longer glazed and foggy with satisfaction, but shining brightly with something else.

No words were exchanged as the two men gazed at each other. The emotions in their eyes told them what they needed to know.

Severus kissed his way down Harry’s neck to his collarbone, then his chest. He summoned the jar of oil even as Harry parted his legs, offering himself to his lover. As he slid himself into Harry’s relaxed body, he knew. By Merlin, he knew, and so did Harry. Tonight had changed everything for them both.


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