Caught

Harry's breath came in short, shallow gasps. The leather collar fitted around his neck prevented him from resting his chin on his chest, so the sleepier he got, the more difficult it became to breathe. Both of his hands were tied roughly above his head, connecting him to the low end of the wall in the murky dungeon, and he shivered uncontrollably in the damp cold.

Knowing Malfoy was up to his usual no-good, Harry had prearranged to sneak out of the Gryffindor common room in the middle of the night to follow him and spy on whatever he had been doing for the past few evenings. Neither Ron nor Hermione believed him when he told them of his suspicions, citing he was "obsessed" with pinning something on the slick Slytherin boy. Harry had wandered around the drafty old castle under his invisibility cloak for almost an entire hour before he found Malfoy descending the long staircase in the main hall, heading back towards the Slytherin dungeons.
"Damn," Harry whispered to himself. Whatever Malfoy had done, he had missed it. Deciding not to make a total bust of the evening, Harry made the hasty decision to follow him back down, just in case. He followed the pale blonde boy in deathly silence, taking all the familiar turns towards the common room, but then suddenly Malfoy took a left when he should have taken a right, and Harry was again roused to alertness. Within minutes, Malfoy looked right and left, and only after being satisfied he was alone, pushed open a rusty, old, iron door with a grunt, and slipped inside. Harry had to hurry to slip in after him before the heavy door was wedged shut again, and no sooner had he done so, that he felt thunder rip through his head as something heavy hit him from behind, and the whole world went black.

When Harry awoke, he was sitting here on the icy dungeon floor, tied and collared to the wall, with the worst headache he'd had in a while. Perhaps it was the illusion of just being in a dungeon, but it ocurred to Harry that time seemed to pass much slower here, and he wondered how long he had been awake, and how much longer it would take before someone noticed he was missing and found him again. How had Malfoy known I was there? Harry asked himself over and over for lack of anything better to do. After he had asked himself this same question for the hundredth time, the large iron door creaked open slowly, and Malfoy peeked his mousy blonde head through it, leering pompously at Harry.
"Let me out of here, Malfoy," Harry croaked warningly, his throat sore from the effort of breathing through the tight collar.
Malfoy stepped into the room completely now, a new-found air of arrogance swirling around him like his smooth green velvet cape. "It's your own fault you're here, Potter," Malfoy spat, with no small amount of acid in his voice. "But it saves me a lot of trouble, so I suppose I should thank you."
"What are you talking about?" Harry labored to shift his position so he could face Malfoy a little better.
But the pale boy ignored his prisoner, and instead took his time strolling around the far end of the dungeon, where it was so much darker, Harry had to squint to keep his eyes on his nemesis.
"I'm serious, let me go, you great prat." The words came like something of a growl from the Gryffindor's throat.
Still, Malfoy ignored him, but he turned and began walking slowly back towards Harry, and the Boy-Who-Lived could see he had something white in his hands.
Fear began to rise in the back of Harry's mind, and he started puffing himself up. "I mean it. Let me go, or else... or else I'll..."
He was cut off by the silken hiss of a deep, purring voice suddenly ringing in his ears, forcing an involuntary shudder in Harry's shoulders.
"Or else, you'll what?" The potions master taunted softly, whirling into the room like mist before closing the iron door behind him.
Harry stared wide-eyed at Snape, and choked a little as he reflexively pulled away from the man. Snape was not much better than Malfoy, so he wasn't expecting anything good to come of this encounter. And yet, as much as Harry hated to admit it, he was a teacher. He wouldn't leave Harry down here like this, would he? That growing fear began to spread down to Harry's chest as he already knew the answer to his own question.
"Excellent timing, professor," Malfoy chirped. "I was just about to get him ready."

......

Snape grabbed the white thing from Malfoy's eager hands, which Harry could now see was actually just a strip of plain white cloth. "Oh no, I'll do it." Snape turned away from a visibly disappointed Malfoy, and twisted his cruel line of a mouth up into a malicious sneer as he closed the gap between himself and his prisoner. Kneeling down silently, like a great cat, Snape grabbed a handful of Harry's wild, black hair and forced his head back roughly. Harry gasped in surprised and spluttered as the leather collar dug into his windpipe, and he grew light-headed the longer Snape had his head forced back like this. "Excellent. He's ready." Snape released his head, then quickly wrapped the white cloth around Harry's head, covering the boy's eyes completely.
Harry's chest rose and fell rapidly as his heart began pounding harder and harder. He had expected Snape to sneer something unnecessary and unfair, then laugh in his face, and leave him down there in the cold dungeon until after breakfast. He had not expected to feel the horrible man's hands silently ripping his sweater and pulling it off him in swift, brief tugs. And he had certainly not expected to next feel the man's rough, thin hands unbuckling his belt, then sliding up to his hips, the cold fingers hooking into the waistband of his jeans. Harry let out a panicked yelp as Snape began to tug his pants down. His cries were met with a sharp right-hook to the jaw, probably from Malfoy, since Harry was still struggling and kicking as wildly as he could to keep his pants on, but Snape had the advantage, and in a few more moments, Harry was completely naked.
"Stop!" Harry struggled, coughing and breathing hard. "Let me go!"
Instead, Snape dropped quietly onto his knees, and reached forward, tracing his frigid fingertips down Harry's neck and shoulders, and onto his bare chest.
"No! Don't!" He was silenced suddenly by Snape's mouth crushing his own, the older man's tongue forcing it's way down Harry's throat. Harry tried to twist his face away, but Snape reached up quickly to grab his jaw from below and held his head firmly in place. Snape's hooked nose dug furiously into Harry's left cheek, but he couldn't move. He tried to bite down on the professor's tongue, but it was so far down his throat that he could only gag instead. Finally, the rough kiss ended as Snape pulled his face away slowly, stopping to grab Potter's lower lip between his teeth, and he bit down hard until blood dribbled over Harry's chin with another yelp.
"Please," Harry whimpered, honestly afraid now. "Don't do this. Please... let me go... please..." But he was met with another powerful blow from Malfoy, and Harry could see stars behind the blackness of his blindfold.
"Enough." Snape barked, and Harry could hear Malfoy take a few steps back.
"I can't believe you kissed him, sir. That's disgusting." Harry could still hear Malfoy's steps retreating, all the way back to the far end of the dungeon again.
"That's not all," Snape purred into Harry's ear, his hot breath making the boy shiver. "We're just getting started."
Harry squeezed his eyes shut as tightly as he could, focusing on the white explosions he could see behind his eyelids. This couldn't possibly be happening. He was definately having a nightmare, and any second now he'd wake up, vomit, and then go downstairs to join Ron and Hermione at the breakfast table. Porridge, Harry decided. He'd have porridge today. Maybe put a little bit of treacle syrup on it... that was it. Any minute now...
But this was not a dream, and Harry could not escape his unfortunate reality. He could feel Snape straddling his hips now, but he could tell the professor was sitting up on his knees. He could hear the fumbling of cloth, and the tell-tale zip that told Harry what was going to happen next. He could feel the bile rising up in his throat, but was pretty certain he wouldn't actually be able to vomit because of how tight the collar was.
"Sir...?" Malfoy's footsteps were returning, and Harry found himself curious - despite himself - by the note of alarm in the pale boy's voice. "What are you doing??"
"Be quiet," Snape spat, and ran his fingers through Harry's hair again, grabbing a fistful in the back, and once again forcing his head back amidst a fit of coughing and spluttering.
"But, sir... you said we were just going to..."
"I said quiet!" With his other hand, Snape flicked his wand out from the depths of his robes, and pointed it at the frightened boy's face. Harry could hear the swish of the wood as it was swung through the air. After a few seconds of silence, that Harry could only imagine was a battle of wills between his two enemies, the sounds of Malfoy's retreating footsteps again prevailed the dank silence of the dungeon, followed swiftly by the creaking of the heavy iron door. "Stupid boy," Snape growled, returning his wand to his robes.

....

Through the entire scuffle, Snape's grip on Harry's head never slackened, and the Boy-Who-Lived was again growing very light-headed.
"No," Harry croaked softly, as Snape guided his cock into the boy's mouth. Again Harry's head bucked and twisted, trying to free itself from Snape, but the older man had too-firm a grip on the boy's hair. The harder Harry struggled, the further back Snape pulled his head, until Harry was forced to submit. Choking and gagging, Harry took the potions master's full length into his unwilling mouth. Moaning slightly and grimmacing, Snape brought his other hand up to Harry's hair and shifted his grip so that his fists were on either side of the boy's temples, and began thrusting harder. Harry tried desperately to go somewhere else in his mind, to think of anything else, but it was impossible. Every time he tried to focus on one particular thought, Snape's cock would hit the back of his throat and he would gag harder and bring his thoughts back to the present. Instead, he tried to focus on one particular part of what was happening to him, like the feeling of a certain vein that was sliding back and forth over the cut from where Snape had bitten his lip.
It wasn't too long before Snape thrust his hips hard, grinding his groin into Harry's face, as a rush of blood made his cock swell up inside Harry's mouth, choking him yet again. With an almost whimpering moan, Snape withdrew his hardened dick from the boy's mouth, as Harry coughed and hacked and tried desperately not to vomit.
Snape separated the exhausted boy's legs with his right knee and knelt down between them, releasing Harry's hair and pulling his thighs up onto his own hips. This sudden motion caused Harry to slide down, and he slammed the back of his head into the brick wall behind him. "Ow!" He shouted, and desperately tried to sit up to relieve the pressure in his shoulders, as his hands were still tied up above him. Snape ignored him completely, and instead engrossed himself in positioning Harry's ass at just the right angle, pulling his pupil's thighs further apart so they fit more comfortably on his hips.
"Stop!" Harry screamed futilly, knowing full-well that his hated professor had no intentions of stopping now. "Please, no! No!" Snape inserted two finger's into Harry's anus, stretching the muscles roughly. Harry screamed and gasped, bucking his hips to try and get away, even though he knew it was pointless to try. Laughing softly, Snape began working his fingers in and out, moving faster and faster, and taking immense pleasure in the screams and cries of his victim as he did so. Finally, he pulled his fingers out, and Harry was granted a few moments' rest before the older man again lifted his hips. With a single motion, Snape grunted as he thrust his engorged cock deeply into Harry's ass. The boy threw his head back wildly, smashing it into the brick wall again. He was certain he was screaming, but a loud ringing had developed in his ears, so he couldn't be too certain anymore. He was being torn in two down below. This was worse than when Voldemort was angry and his scar felt like it was going to split open. This time, he really was being split in half, he was sure of it.
Snape leaned forward, resting his own chest on Harry's for leverage, as he wrapped his arms around the now sobbing boy's hips, pulling Harry's ass down as firmly as he could, so he could fuck the boy harder. He grunted and moaned as he labored, but never slowed his pace.
The ringing in Harry's ears was becoming deafening, and he noticed the pain was beginning to slip away as well. In fact, everything was slipping away, even his very consciousness... Harry was suffocating from the collar digging into his windpipe. Would he die here, unnoticed by the frenzied rape of this bastard? At least he wouldn't have to think about this for much longer.
Finally, Snape sat back and withdrew his cock. He grabbed Harry roughly by the upper arms, and pulled him back into a sitting position with his back up against the wall. Air returned to Harry's lungs, and he greedily gasped through his sobs, as if he could never breathe enough oxygen. Snape repositioned himself on his knees, and lifted Harry, lowering him into a sitting position in his own lap. Again he inserted his throbbing cock, and again Harry moaned in pain, and tried to struggle in vain. Snape ran his still-cold hands up Harry's back, then hooked his fingers into claws and brought them down hard, pulling the flesh of the boy's shoulders with his sharp nails. "Ah!" Harry gasped and brought his ribcage up quickly, trying to escape the sting. "Stop!" He cried desperately, but Snape wrapped his arms around the boy's hips again and began fucking harder. "Stop!" Harry screamed again, crying in pain. He could feel his own blood sticking to the tops of Snape's thighs every time he was bounced.

....

After a few more minutes, Snape flung his head forward, nestling into Harry's collarbone, and he grit his teeth as he thrusted upwards a few last, furious times, and Harry felt the man come inside him, washing through his rectum, and giving him the sensation of needing to go to the bathroom. Moaning out his ejaculation, Snape again fell forward, his sweaty neck rubbing against Harry's, both of them breathing hard. Harry was still sobbing, but trying desperately to keep as quiet as possible. Eventually, Snape pulled out of Harry and dropped the boy hard on the floor, causing him to wince audibly. Harry heard the zipper again, and tried to steady his breathing, knowing it was over now.
However, Snape leaned foward and caressed Harry's face with surprising tenderness. Again his hot breath rolled over Harry's neck as he whispered thickly into Harry's ear, "Remember this," and then he grabbed the leather collar around the boy's neck and pulled it back sharply, forcing Harry to black out.

Harry awoke in the hospital wing, a very worried-looking Hermione at his side, stroking one of his hands softly. "Harry!" She sobbed, seeing his eyes flutter open groggily. Harry winced as she flung her arms around his neck. After a few minutes, she handed him his glasses, and he wearily sat himself up in the bed, loosening the collar of his hospital pajamas to reveal heavy bruises from the leather collar in a ring around his throat. He only half-listened as Hermione rambled on about how Draco Malfoy had thrown the doors of the Great Hall open during breakfast and half-ran up to the teachers' table with a surprisingly frightened look on his face. Within moments, half of the teachers, including Dumbledore, were running back down the Great Hall, and out the doors. Curiously, she and Ron had followed them, and to their great horror, they had found him in the dungeon Malfoy had led them to, tied to the wall, naked, bloody, and still blindfolded. After leading them there, however, Malfoy had conveniently disappeared, so Ron and several of the other Gryffindors were currently out hunting him, but Hermione had stayed behind to be there when Harry had woken up.
"Snape," Harry said hoarsely, rubbing his sore throat.
Hermione shook her head. "Gone."
Harry laid back gingerly on the pillows and exhaled deeply. He was ashamed and embarassed, like he wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear himself. He closed his eyes wearily, then forced them back open, as the second darkness had surrounded him, he could instantly feel Snape's cold fingers on his skin, and his hot breath on Harry's ear. He stared blankly past Hermione, and focused his baggy eyes on a cloud floating past the high-vaulted windows, wondering how long it would take before he'd be able to sleep soundly again.

THE END