Wishful Thinking
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,200
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I do not own Harry Potter, and I do not make any money from these writings.Rather dark and may squick.
Wishful Thinking
He scowled leaning against the mirror in the room he had come to despise, one hand held down on the ground to push him up the other stroking his cock,his ass bright red and hurting, as he staired with complete hatred at the image infront of him, in the mirror he watched as Slughorn consumed candied pinapple,piece by piece by piece.After his master had taken his own belt to his backside. He had been ordered to wank off, and soil his school trousers and wear them tomorrow as punishment for his flying mishap earlier that day, where he wasnt able to get his broom up, so Slughorn wanted to make sure he was able to get something up if ordered and that he wasnt a complete falure in that.
He watched in fascination as his cock swelled in his hand... not his hand, the hand of the boy in the mirror that looked so happy to be doing this for his master,to be allowed to show the man behind him that he was able to do what was expected of him like a good slave would, the boy in the mirror thats eyes seemed to not be as haunted as his...but then he reminded himself that he was the boy in the mirror, and that he was just good at hiding how disgusted he was with himself from the world.
He stroked his cock imagining that it was his masters thick neck that he was strangling the life out of, that the moans he heard himself make where that of Slughorns as his life was finally drained from him, bit by bit by bit, and that the chocking wetness was from the sweat that poured off the fat bastard as his breath was stollen from him and he couldnt breath and that the wet slapping noices were from the sound of the bastard trying to scream out for help but that all he could manage was to gargle pathetically as he was unable to swollow drool and spittle working out of his mouth.
Finally when he felt hot wetness shoot from his cock,he imagined that it was the last dying breath of the man he despised and loathed, the feel of his thick sticky hot blood as it oozed from the bastards mouth and nose, coating his fingers and clothes in his blood, and moving away watching as the thick bastards body naked, and lying in his chair a half eaten piece of candied fruit in his mouth, a proud erection still standing for what ever Professor would come and look for him the next day.
He stood up bandy legged and walked over for his master to do up his trousers,watching in hidden disgust as his master bend forward and took him into his sticky mouth and cleaned him off before using a couple of wet wipes on him, to get the rest, before leaving for his dorm to let the spunk dry and think of other means of revenge.
He watched in fascination as his cock swelled in his hand... not his hand, the hand of the boy in the mirror that looked so happy to be doing this for his master,to be allowed to show the man behind him that he was able to do what was expected of him like a good slave would, the boy in the mirror thats eyes seemed to not be as haunted as his...but then he reminded himself that he was the boy in the mirror, and that he was just good at hiding how disgusted he was with himself from the world.
He stroked his cock imagining that it was his masters thick neck that he was strangling the life out of, that the moans he heard himself make where that of Slughorns as his life was finally drained from him, bit by bit by bit, and that the chocking wetness was from the sweat that poured off the fat bastard as his breath was stollen from him and he couldnt breath and that the wet slapping noices were from the sound of the bastard trying to scream out for help but that all he could manage was to gargle pathetically as he was unable to swollow drool and spittle working out of his mouth.
Finally when he felt hot wetness shoot from his cock,he imagined that it was the last dying breath of the man he despised and loathed, the feel of his thick sticky hot blood as it oozed from the bastards mouth and nose, coating his fingers and clothes in his blood, and moving away watching as the thick bastards body naked, and lying in his chair a half eaten piece of candied fruit in his mouth, a proud erection still standing for what ever Professor would come and look for him the next day.
He stood up bandy legged and walked over for his master to do up his trousers,watching in hidden disgust as his master bend forward and took him into his sticky mouth and cleaned him off before using a couple of wet wipes on him, to get the rest, before leaving for his dorm to let the spunk dry and think of other means of revenge.