Snape´s Pet

Snape´s Pet
by ladylancelot

Summary: Harry had a disturbing dream about submitting to a master and one day in potions he actually gets to try his hands, or mouth at it.

Warning: This is my first attempt at a dom/sub fic and I ask you to bear with me. This does not have much plot in regards to Voldemort because I have to finish two other fics about the war. It is only meant as a relieve from writing on those novels. I hope you enjoy and I would love to hear from you. ;)

IMPORTANT: I desperately need a beta, especially for this story. It would be perfect if you had a little experience with writing BDSM but if you have not, that is fine too. I am just not a native and could use someone who proof reads my stuff.

He was in a dark room chained to a bed, underneath him silken sheets that caressed his naked body. The feeling of being stretched to the limits through the handcuffs was intense and pleased him to such a degree that it scared him. He was not into that stuff and surely the thought that somewhere in the darkness stood his master equipped with a cane did not make him rock hard. The night tables were lit with candles and it was giving the room an atmosphere of intimacy that echoed safety. He was taken care of by someone and for a change did not have to be the boy who lived.

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw something moving in the back of the room and he strained his neck to have another look. He heard steps approaching the bed and saw a tall silhouette against the blackness, as naked as he was. The figure raised on arm and gently brushed over Harry´s abdomen with a feather- the sensation bringing him close to the edge.

„Shh. Not yet,“ he muttered softly somewhere over Harry and he could hear the amusement in that voice.

„Please!“ Harry moaned into the general direction of where that voice came from but he just chuckled.

„Has nobody ever taught you that patience is a virtue?“ he asked and once again the feather brushed over his rips. „In fact it is something that can be as enticing as a touch.“

„Who are you?“ Harry asked.

Once again he chuckled, the sound sexy as hell.

„Ah but Harry you know who I am.“ He moved closer but his face was still covered by the darkness. „I am your master my Harry. I am the one place where you can let yourself fall into my net of power and care“

The mere thought of himself being totally dependant on a master, caused shock waves of pleasure to ripple through his body.

„If just these words make you want to come, what will my touch do to you?“ the voice teased.


A nudge woke Harry up just when he thought the voice might show him his face and he groaned but this time with protest.

„I tell you mate, you should definitely tell someone about those terrible dreams,“ Ron said from beside his bed. „You sound in a lot of pain.“

Harry´s face blushed as he slipped out of his bed and he cursed the insistence with which that damn dream came night after night. He always woke up before he could find out who that voice belonged to. He was so damn sure that he knew that voice really well but whenever he tried to remember it, it slipped away.

It had been through that dream that he came to acknowledge at least to himself that he liked men. Women just did not turn him on the way that damned voice did.

For the whole day he could not shake that dream off and when he finally dragged his butt into potions he was ready to snap. The lesson started with a test and Harry just knew that he failed miserably. It did not get any better as Snape had decided to enlighten them about the uses of belladonna in calming draughts and it was boring.

Snape had just started to explain a flip chart to them when somebody knocked on the door.

„Enter,“ Snape said obviously bothered by that intrusion.

„Hello Severus,“ Remus smiled softly as he appeared in the door. „I was just wondering if you had remembered to brew that potion for me already. I am sort of-“ he hesitated, „out of it.“

Snape´s face tightened. „Has nobody ever told you that patience is a virtue?“

Harry almost fell from his chair as that voice got a face- and it was somebody he never would have guessed. The question was why was he having wet dreams about his hated potions teacher?

„Mr Potter, what is the problem with you?“ Snape hissed next to him.

„Huh?“ Harry asked confused.

„Try to use complete sentences next time you try to tell me something,“ Snape said rolling his eyes.

The thing he had dreaded the whole day happened. He snapped. With Snape.

„Maybe if you would not sneak up on your students like a sneaky bastard they would be able to articulate themselves properly.“

„Mr Potter,“ Snape said with his voice deadly silent. „I will not tolerate such a tone of voice in my class. You are lacking respect for your teachers and I will no longer suffer through your tirades any longer.“

„Fuck off!“ Harry yelled.

The whole class was silent and the faces of his fellow students twisted in shock.

Snape´s mouth set in a straight line.

„Detention Mr Potter! Tonight after dinner you will have the pleasure of cleaning up the work area and I will make sure you are going to regret what you just said.“

Harry knew he should shut up, accept his punishment but he must have harboured a suicide wish as he could not stop his mouth.

„You know that threat would actually work if I did not enjoy being punished so much.“

„Then I will make sure you will quiver tonight Potter,“ Snape sneered.

And that was the end of it and somehow this promise turned Harry on.

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Four hours later that sensation had faded and Harry felt irritated again. Scrubbing the seventh cauldron with a tooth brush he did not hear Snape entering the room.

The potion master watched the boy as he contemplated why he had behaved like that in his class. Harry was not stupid by any regard and usually he would not push Snape´s buttons so much. There must have been something severely bothering him and if that had to do with Voldemort it was his job to find out.

„You may stop now Mr Potter,“ he said evenly.

Harry jumped slightly but put down the tooth brush and turned around. His face was sweaty with his hair the usual mess and if Snape was not mistaken he looked almost- excited.

Those green eyes met his and it took very little effort to peer into the boy´s thoughts. He saw snip lets of pictures, a huge bed, Harry chained to it and a general feeling of unreleased suspension.

Snape smirked as he advanced.

„Mr Potter, tell me why you showed such a lack of survival instinct today in class?“

Harry lowered his gaze and fidgeted with his hands.

„I meant what I said,“ he mumbled defiantly.

„Oh I am sure you did but still the question is what made you behave in such an undisciplined way.“ Snape was now mere inches from the boy and he liked the way his head was reaching slightly over his own shoulder height. „You misbehaved.“ The twitch of the boy´s body amused him. „You should be punished Mr Potter.“

The boy raised his eyes and in them Snape found a multitude of things- defiance, arousal, hope and a foolish notion of submission.

„If you think so Sir,“ Harry whispered softly.

Snape smirked as he moved a step closer. „I do but I am afraid scrubbing cauldrons is somehow ineffective.“ His voice was light and teasing. „What do you think?“

Harry swallowed heavily. „What do you have in mind?“

Snape arched a brow. „For a start you could address me in a way more fitting to the situation.“ He tilted his head down just enough to raise Harry´s hair.

„Yes master,“ Harry breathed.

That was surprising he had to admit but he did not let it show. Instead he raised a hand and brushed it over those soft cheeks enjoying the way they turned red.

„You misbehaved Potter and I will punish you for that.“

The green eyes clouded over with arousal and pleasure just from hearing those words.

„On your knees!“ he said firmly and the boy obeyed as if he had never done anything else. „Now tell me, what could you possibly do to make up for today?“

Harry stared at him with huge eyes filled with hunger.

„I could try to please you.“

Snape gave him a stern eye and he hastily added, „Master.“

„Yes I guess you could try to do that.“ He cupped the messy hair and pulled it back with his hand. „Why don´t you start with undressing?“

The boy bit his lip but obediently unbuttoned his shirt. His chest was softly sprinkled with honey brown hairs and that quidditch training seemed to be a time worth spent. Snape wanted to run his hand over it but he refrained from that for the moment.

„And now you can unbutton my trousers boy.“

Clumsy fingers began to open the fly and his by now semi erect cock sprang free. Harry nervously licked his lips clearly entranced by the view.

„Can I... touch it Master?“ he asked and Snape just nodded. The boy gently cupped it and delighted in the sensation of it hardening even more. It looked large, larger than his own and it was already leaking semen. Without hesitation he scooped up the white liquid with his tongue and tasted it slowly.

Looking up he was delighted to see the pleased expression on the potion master´s face.

„Am I doing it al right?“ he asked wanting a further confirmation.

„You are,“ Snape said smugly.

Harry wondered whether he could get this huge cock into his mouth and Snape seemed to read his mind.

„You can always try.“

He opened his mouth and sucked it into it. Snape held his head steady with his hands and his breathing became laboured. Inertly Harry brushed his tongue over the long shaft and was pleased when Snape moaned softly. A bit more friction with his teeth and the man spurted his semen into his mouth. To Harry´s bewilderment he came in his pants still kneeling on the ground.

He was grateful that the other wizard was still holding his head as he would have otherwise slipped to the floor. This feeling of giving up control to somebody else was thrilling and pleasure began to accumulate in his guts. This was what he wanted, now the only question was if Snape wanted him as well.

Those fingers delicately played with his curls and Harry closed his eyes relishing in the feeling.

„For your first time this was... adequate.“ Snape smirked when he saw the slight pout on those lovely features. „There is always room to improve Potter.“

With that he closed his trousers and let go of Harry´s hair.

„Do not forget to finish cleaning the cauldrons,“ Snape said and Harry finally sank to the floor. This could turn out to be a hell of a ride and he did not want to miss it.