When it Blows.

“Malfoy.” Snape slowly drawled out his name, while sitting at his desk. Malfoy, was sitting across from him, leaned forwards in his chair.
“I have a proposition.” Malfoy stared into Snapes eyes with a gleaming look of angry revenge. “I want you to punish Potter.”
Snape snickered. “Why would I do that for you?”
The younger boy had a strange look of determination, and he stood up, leaned forwards on the desk and nervously licked his lips. “I will make it worth your while. I want you to make his life a living hell though.”
Snape was quiet. What exactly was Malfoy promising to exchange? He looked unusually pale and nervous. But there was that determination in his eyes, that look was so much fiercer then normal, it was startling.
Snape nodded slowly, “I think we could come to an agreement.”
Malfoy knew he had no money to offer- his father doesn’t let him spend his money on such things. His father always told him he should simply find a way to earn favors on his own. And he had learned.
He stared at Snape. He was afraid. He breathed in his courage and stepped around the desk naturally, though he had never been back there before.
Snape took in a sharp breath. It’s not often a student offers him… this kind of repayment for a favor. The two men stared at each other uncertain what exactly will happen next.
Though Snape didn’t hold a real attraction for this pale whiny boy, he found himself growing hard at the idea of what was about to begin. This deal was clearly in his favor. He didn’t like the Potter boy much anyways… but to top it off he’d gain a new ally. Not to mention sweet release. It had been a long while since he had been with… well, another human. He smiled softly, there are some enchantments….
Malfoy awkwardly kneeled in front of him, snapping his mind back into the moment. There was a pause. “You agree to my terms?” Malfoy slowly licked his lips, trying to tempt Snape to say yes. His hands touched the teacher’s knees and Snape slowly let a smile creep across his lips. “Yes. I agree.”
Malfoy slid forwards, pressing his face closer against the robes, his hands moved upwards, lifting up the robe until finally he was facing what he was looking for. Pale and nervous, he licked his lips again. He was so determined to get Potter, that he didn’t even care. He wants to end this… servicing… quickly with his entire thoughts focused on the ruining of his arch nemesis. This was just means to an end, and end of Potter. He smiled.
Roughly, his hand touched the cock he’s just exposed, he lifted up Snape’s balls gently, and ran his fingertips from the base of his dick to the very tip. He found himself suddenly wondering exactly how long this would take. Methodically he gripped the dick and started stroking, rubbing, and yanking in rhythm just trying to close the deal quickly. He even included little moans of delight, he was sure this would be short. After all, he had done this before.
Snape winced. Does this boy ever jerk himself off? Is he normally so rough? It’s like getting a hand job from a demon from hell. He grabbed the boy’s wrist and held him still a moment. “Use your mouth.” Surely that would be better. How rough could lips be? Malfoy leaned in and tentatively kissed the tip, the soft wet warmth of lips was such a relief to the slightly sore dick. Snape sighed softly, finding himself rather enjoying the sweet caress. But suddenly, he yelped as Malfoy sucked him down his throat, yet managed drag his bloody teeth against the cock.
“You Fool!” The words rang out like fire into Malfoy’s ears. His face felt hot from embarrassment. He had used this type of payment before, and it had never gone so badly. Or at least, he didn’t think it had…
Snape pulled out his wand and pressed it against Malfoy’s neck. Shivering in fear as the wand is aimed directly at him; I hope he doesn’t kill me. “I’m sorry, I’ll…”
“Shut up.” The stern voice sounded calmer now. Snape mumbles softly, and then holding his dick with his hand he pressed it towards Malfoy’s mouth, “Now this time, pay attention.”
Malfoy took a deep breath, his heart was still pounding. If he screwed up again Snape might kill him. A wave of fear ran through his body. What was that spell? Was he just cursed? Nervously he stuck out his tongue, licking gently at the tip of the dick pressed against his lips. He leapt backwards in deep surprise. What the hell??!@$ Snape just grinned his creepy evil grin, and shoved his cock back at Malfoy’s face.
Licking again, slowly, he swore he could feel it. He gently circled the tip with his tongue, and he can. He can feel little circles on his dick. It’s mesmerizing. He kissed the tip harder, a little longer, sucking very gently, and he could feel the gentle wet tugging on his own dick. He could taste precum in his mouth. The fluid was so delicious.
He was giving himself head! Suddenly eager and excited, he pressed the cock deep into his throat, swallowing gently. The rush of tugging, and warmth felt so delicious. He panted, completely excited. What should he do next? He gently rubbed up and down with his tongue, stroking his cock, meanwhile he was slipping his dick deeper and deeper into his mouth. He had never deep throated before, he had always felt it was so beneath him. But this was so worth it. He started to gag slightly, and he could feel it, pulsing on his cock. It felt so hot and unexpected that he would have fucked his face until he couldn’t breath. He does it again, choking himself, his whole body is trembling. Suddenly he slipped into a rhythm. No longer just blindly rubbing and experimenting, he wanted to cum. Slowly he sucks gently, licking up and down as he sucks, stroking at the base of the dick with his hands, taking his sweet time. Sucking, licking, stroking, just barely speeding up each time until he couldn’t stand it anymore and he could feel his dick get that much harder, and this short moan erupt from Snape as it started to pulse inside his mouth. He could feel the tangy hot cum pushing into him. He thrusted deeper, harder, and made himself gag slightly, but he swallowed the feeling and sucked gently, drinking down every drop. He was shivering and panting by the end of it. His face flushed red from the effort, from the pleasure, he lays on Snape’s knee slightly, but then suddenly he remembered Snape. He gave Snape head. He just felt it too…somehow.
His body jerked away and he glances up, and Snape is relaxing back in his chair, quite pleased. He didn’t want this to turn into some sort of weird cuddle session. His stomach flipped slightly at the thought. It started off so badly, but… Snape’s soft half smile and closed lids was more then enough confirmation. He was satisfied.
Full of shock, Malfoy trembled backwards. He’d never let anyone cum in his mouth before. Or deep throated… he tried to catch his breath. Did it really matter? He just gave himself head! What was that spell? He had to learn it! Before he could open his mouth to say anything, Snape wickedly smiled and mumbled something, removing the enchantment. “No. I won’t teach it to you.”
Suddenly Malfoy whimpered, that was the best blowjob he’d ever gotten. That thought gave him pause, but he just ignored it. Did Snape have any idea how much he’d pay to do that again? Forget Potter, that was… unbelievable. Malfoy takes a deep breath, trying to decide how to form words. “Each time you punish him, I will pay you.” Yes, that sounds right.
Snape laughed. Fool. Of course he’d do that again. It’s nearly impossible to resist that particular charm. “Get to class.” That was his only reply. And a scrambling Malfoy ran out of the office like his tail was on fire.