Submission

Harry Potter lay sprawled on the couch in his living room at No.12 Grimmauld Place. Now that the war was over and he had finally killed Voldemort, the freedom he had longed for all seemed a bit anticlimactic.

It seemed that everyone in his life was now either dead, or too consumed with their own relationships to bother about the Boy Who Lived. Ron and Hermione had finally confessed their feelings for each other and had yet to come up for air since. Remus and Tonks had gotten married shortly after the final battle and were now away on an extended honeymoon.

Even Snape, who Harry had always thought of as pretty much asexual, was currently shacked up with Lucius Malfoy. That had come as a surprise to everyone, even more so than when they had discovered that the aristocratic blonde was actually a spy for the light side, rather than a devoted Death Eater as previously thought.

Basically, everyone was getting some, apart from their Saviour, who was reduced to wanking himself raw over wizarding porn. Not just any porn, mind you, but gay porn that had definite D/s overtones. What most people didn’t know about Harry Potter was, that not only was he gay as a lord, but he was also as submissive as they come. Years of responsibility had the young wizard aching to give over control of his body to others.

One very such magazine was currently spread open on Harry’s lap, as his hand teased his erection through the fabric of his restrictive jeans. The image that had prompted his arousal was of a young brunette man, collar in place round his slender neck and hands bound behind his back, knelt at the feet of two older men, who were brutally fucking his mouth with their impressive cocks.

Just as Harry was unzipping his trousers, the fire place burst into life, indicating that the Floo was active. Jumping up in shock, Harry quickly did up his trousers and stuffed the magazine hastily under the cushions of the sofa. He looked up just in time to see Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy emerge from the flames.

“Really, Potter, you should learn to ward your Floo better. Anybody could get in here.”

“So I see,” Harry bit out, glaring at his ex Professor.

Ignoring this, Snape casually made his way across the living room and sat himself down on the sofa.

“Yes,” he mused. “Anyone could come in here when you’re not around and find things that maybe you’d prefer they didn’t”

This had Harry’s attention now. “What are you talking about? Are you saying you’ve been snooping round my house?”

A deep chuckle sounded from behind him, and Harry turned to fix Lucius with a glare, before turning his attention back to the man who was currently making himself very much at home on Harry’s furniture.

“It is possible, Potter, that I came over here earlier in the week to talk to you. And, it’s possible that when I found you weren’t home, I came in and found something very much to my interest.”

Harry opened his mouth, but found himself unable to speak. His mind was rushing with the possibilities of just what Snape could have found to interest him, and Harry found he was a little afraid to ask.

“Maybe, Potter, I sat myself down on your couch, just like I am now, and noticed something protruding from under the cushions. Something like this, perhaps.”

With a flourish, Snape’s hand delved down and removed Harry’s well worn porn magazine from where he had stuffed it only minutes before.

Again, the ability to speak seemed to have left Harry. His face burned bright red and his palms seemed to have gone clammy all of a sudden. He could only imagine what Snape would do with this information, how he would use it to humiliate Harry, just like James Potter had done to him so many times.

“One thing I have to know, Potter.” Harry’s eyes widened as Snape got up and began walking over to him. His mind screamed at him to move, to flee, but unfortunately his feet were not listening. Harry, reluctantly dragged his eyes to meet the gaze of his ex Professor, expecting to find scorn and hatred, but finding something else entirely, something he couldn’t quite name, but that his body responded to nonetheless.

“What,” he asked, kicking himself mentally for playing along and not just kicking their arses out of his house.

“This picture,” Snape began, holding up the magazine so that Harry could see it was opened at his favourite page. “This seems to be a particular favourite of yours, seeing as how the magazine practically falls open at this page.”

Harry nodded; he couldn’t help himself, just like he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the obsidian eyes that were currently boring into him.

“So, tell me, in this particular fantasy, which one are you?”

Harry gulped nervously, something in the knowing look that Snape was giving him, made him extremely uneasy, and aroused all at the same time.

“I think you already know the answer to that question,” he muttered, resentfully.

A smile tugged at the corner of Snape’s lips. “Indeed, Potter. However, I wish to hear you say it. In your fantasies, do you prefer to control, or be controlled?”

Lucius had come to stand next to Snape now, and both men were looking at him with a peculiar intensity. Harry looked from their faces to the magazine that was still held open in front of him. As he looked at the picture, an image flashed into Harry’s mind of him, knelt submissively at the feet of these two powerful wizards, allowing them to use him as he craved so desperately.

He dropped his gaze to the floor, suddenly finding his feet very interesting. A hand reached out and gently tipped his head back up, “Which is it, Harry?”

Whether it was the shock of hearing his most hated Professor address him by his given name, or whether it was just sheer lust controlling his mind, that forced him to answer.

“Be controlled,” he whispered so quietly. But not so quietly that the other men didn’t hear. Harry could tell from the glint in their eyes, that they had heard only too well what his preferences – no, needs, were.

The fingers on his chin now trailed up his face, gently stroking across his cheekbones. “Good boy, that pleases me.”

Harry knew he should feel outraged at being spoken to like this, and some part of him was, but the larger part of him was too busy quivering with excitement to worry about that.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Lucius produce a black velvet box from his robe pocket and hand it to Snape.

Snape took the box and looked, intently, at Harry.

“As you know,” he began, “Lucius and I are engaged in a relationship.”

Harry nodded.

“Although we are very happy with each other, sometimes we need something more to satisfy ourselves.”

Harry nodded again, mutely. He had a pretty good notion of where this conversation was heading and his cock was already throbbing painfully.

“We are both dominant men, Harry, and sometimes we find it necessary to bring a third into our relationship. A submissive third, you understand.” He pressed the catch on the box and handed it to Harry.

Green eyes widened in surprise as Harry took in the contents. Lying inside the box, nestled against the velvet lining, was a black leather collar with silver buckle. Harry gulped nervously again, he had fantasised about a moment like this for so long and now he was only moments away from having it realised, if only he accepted.

The silence hung heavy in the room. The two older men, intently watching the younger man, who seemed lost in staring at the collar. Finally, Harry looked back up again and slowly held the box back out to Snape.

Taking this as a rejection, Snape sighed. “It’s ok, Harry. I understand that the reality of this lifestyle is sometimes a little much to take, whatever your fantasies are.” He reached out and reluctantly took the box from Harry’s outstretched hands.

“Put it on me, please,” Harry whispered.