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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Severus_Snape/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Severus_Snape, Harry_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Chan, Underage_-_Freeform, Filth, PWP, Humor, snarody
  Series:
      Part 7 of The_Epic_of_Porn
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-10 Words: 4528
****** Ball and Chain ******
by abstractconcept
Summary
     Because there are a lot of people that would be better off with some
     good old fashioned discipline.
Notes
     BETA: My fantablicious best mate SHADOWPHOENIX (of Fine Lines fame)
     beta’d this for me, and you should all worship at her feet
     accordingly.
     Note: I'm still importing. I didn't even have time to read this, so
     please forgive any mistakes or mis-tagging.
Snape grabbed the boy around his still-wet middle and hauled him bodily out of
the room. “Sev! What are you doing?” Harry gasped, eyes wide.
“Dragging you back to the bedroom in order to tie you up and have my nasty way
with you, obviously,” Snape retorted. “And if you ever shorten my name in such
a fashion again, so help me, I will gut you like a fish and use your innards
for my potion stores.”
Harry wriggled, not unhappily. “Your stores, huh? I didn’t realize you needed
‘Intestine of Magnificent Young Stud’ for any of your potions.”
Snape tossed him face down on the bed and covered Harry’s body with his own,
pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to the youth’s cheek. “I don’t,” he replied
with some satisfaction. “The magical properties of ‘Various Organs of Scrawny
Young Virgin Hero,’ on the other hand, are well known and extremely useful.”
 Harry tried to buck him off, grunting, “Hey! Who are you calling ‘scrawny?’
Greasy old bat.”
“Not so greasy at the moment,” Severus replied with a smirk. “And I shouldn’t
do that, were I you, Mister Potter—the bucking, I mean. It’s somewhat obscene,
and terribly arousing.”
“I can’t believe you’re even hard again,” Harry taunted. “I just sucked you off
less than an hour ago. I thought old men like you were lucky if they could get
it up once a week—Ow! You berk, that hurt.”
“It was fully justified,” Snape returned. “And for your information,” he
continued, grabbing one of Harry’s wrists and waving his wand to produce a
manacle around it, “I would have no difficulty whatsoever in retaining an
erection throughout the evening, unlike some rather more premature performersI
could name.”
“Very funny! Anyway, I’ll bet half the reason you’re full mast now is that
I’mhere; you probably get stiff all the time thinking about me.”
 “Potter,” Snape growled in a threatening tone, attaching another manacle.
 “I knew it! And every time I bent over to pick up my book bag, your eyes were
glued to my arse, weren’t they? Admit it! You fanciedme. I’ll bet when I sat in
class staring at you, running the feather of my quill across my lips, it got
you in a right state, didn’t it?”
 “Potter…” Now Snape was starting on his legs, one ankle at a time.
 “I bet when I fluttered my eyelashes at you and ran my tongue over my teeth,
it was all you could do to keep from throwing me across your desk and buggering
me, right then and there!”
 “POTTER!”
 Harry flinched, and looked up at the man questioningly. He seemed to be tied
spread-eagle on the bed, although the manacles did not appear to be attached to
anything. “Er. Sir?” he responded.
 The man’s face was red, and he was giving Harry that look he reserved for the
times when a student did something particularly foolish and warranted being
burnt to a crisp. His hands were clenched at his sides. In short, Snape looked
very, very angry. “Yes,” he finally said tightly, between clenched jaws.
 Harry had already lost the thread of the conversation, and was amusing himself
by testing the strength of the bonds. “Yes, what?” he queried.
"Yes, I blasted well did! I’d have buggered you at least a hundred times this
year, had I been given the opportunity. I came this closeto kidnapping you from
the locker rooms after the Gryffindor-Slytherin match, trussing you up, and
tossing you on the back of a carpet headed to Nigeria, where I’d have kept you
as my own one-man harem, forcing you to fulfil my every sexual fantasy! I
wanked off to images of you and your far-too-enticing body after class! And I
didn’t even knowyou were fluttering your eyelashes at me; I thought you’d got
something in your eye! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?”
 Harry lie strapped to the enormous black bed, completely stunned. “You did?
You would’ve? You liked me?”
 “What? No!I—I found you sexually attractive, that’s all!” Snape held his hands
up defensively, which did not counter the force of Harry’s brilliant smile.
 “You did! You likedme! All year? Merlin’s beard—you did! You fancied me! But
Snape, that’s fantastic. Splendid! And now I like you, as well. Isn’t it
perfect?”
 Snape rolled his eyes in the face of that shining grin, coupled so
exasperatingly with adoring eyes. “Do notmake me hurt you, Potter.”
 “What?” Harry asked guilelessly. “I won’t do anything thatbad.” He waited
until the man’s shoulders seemed to relax a little before adding, “I’ll just
move down here with you, and paint the dungeon walls in lovely pastels, and you
can spend sweet picnic lunches with me, and we can double in Hogsmeade with Ron
and Hermione, and I can cuddle you, follow you about, and call you my snugoo-
bat.”
Snape looked more and more horrified throughout the recitation, until Harry was
almost certain the man was about to bolt the room, leaving him helpless and
chained to the bed.
He managed to keep a straight face until the Potions Master emitted a low
whimper, at which point he burst out laughing. “God! You should see yourself!
No, your classesshould see you. They’d pay good money for that. Where’s the
camera? You got your picture; now it’s my turn!”
“Most amusing, Mister Potter,” Severus said in a voice which indicated it was
anything but.  “Now, if you’ve finished with yourjokes, I believe it’s time for
mine.”
Harry abruptly stopped laughing. “What?”
Smiling enigmatically, Severus glided over to his dresser, where he opened the
top drawer and rummaged through it. After a few moments of shuffling and
muttering, the man turned with a triumphantly arched brow. He held up one of
those slim, artist’s hands, where two fingers pinched the handle of a long,
white-feathered quill. “I believed you mentioned something about running a
quill over your lips, earlier?”
Harry looked at it with some trepidation. “Er…yeah. Yeah, I may have said
something like that. Er. To draw attention to my mouth, you know,” he added
conversationally, trying not to squirm too much, every nerve aware of wanting
to scoot away from that plumed instrument of torture.
“Let’s experiment with that, and go from there, shall we?” With a sweet smile,
(much more frightening than any glare he’d given) Severus leaned over and
brushed the edges of the quill across Harry’s lips.
Harry sighed, his breath blowing the feathers hither and thither. Perhaps this
wouldn’t be so bad. He shivered when Snape’s lips followed the path of the
feathers, skimming like a whisper across his own.
“Enjoying yourself, Potter?”
“Oh,” Harry breathed, eyes dropping shut. “Yes, sir.”
“Oh, good,” Snape purred. “How I always hoped and prayed to hear that.”
Harry’s eyes were still shut, but his brows drew together. Was that sarcasm? He
felt a ghostly pressure move down his naked chest, where it circled a nipple.
Harry let loose a strangled whimper. Definitely sarcasm. Snape’s slightly evil
chuckle made Harry’s stomach contract in an odd, excited way. The cool touch of
the feathers played with one nipple, then the other, before slipping down to
Harry’s bellybutton. When Snape apparently got bored with watching Harry shift
and snicker from this, he moved the insidious instrument of torture up to one
of Harry’s arms.
Snape was having the time of his life. There were certain things one missed
when giving up life as a Death Eater, and this kind of absolute control was one
of them. To have someone at his mercy, to beg and plead and twist against his
bonds…to have someone to hurt, to please, to tickle without relent. He could
feel the wicked sneer that crept across his face. He dragged the shaft end of
the quill, with its sharp, jagged point, down Potter’s arm, watching the
lovely, lean-cut bicep jump and twitch beneath the skin. A white line of torn
skin followed in its wake, but he took little notice. Until the brat cried
out,  he would remain outwardly unimpressed by whatever damage was produced.
Love and war, eh, Severus? A little voice in his head piped up snidely, and he
tried to ignore it.
Harry held his breath and the quill flipped and turned feather-side down once
more, and began dipping into the hollow of his throat. It then traced his
Adam’s apple, brushed along the line of his jaw, and followed the curve of his
ear. That was exactly how long it took him to start trying to squiggle his body
away, giggling like a demented schoolboy. He still had his eyes shut, which is
why he missed the lifting of Snape’s lip, and the way the man’s eyes flashed
maliciously. The feather then made its way down his body, stopping here and
there when it found a promising spot, such as (of course) his armpit, the
concave under his lowest ribs, and the indentation where hip met thigh.
Severus liked this spot. He kept the quill there for some time, until Harry was
convulsing, crying, and shrieking with laughter. He didn’t cease until the boy
began begging again, promising outlandish sexual favours in return. He let
Harry rest for a little while afterward, smiling smugly at that scowling,
sniffling, but still grinning face.
 “You,” Harry declared, “Are absolutely evil.”
 Snape beamed. “Thank you for noticing.” He began working the quill between the
young man’s thighs, and stared and the strong young legs began moving in
response, muscles bunching and stretching. “Mmm. It’s hardly my fault that
you’re ticklish, Potter,” he noted, even as he drew the quill up to gently
touch Harry’s balls. The boy’s body leapt at that, and Snape knew that even
Harry no longer knew if he wanted Snape to stop. He pressed more firmly against
the flushed skin, and moved up to the youth’s penis, which was firm and eagerly
trembling for more.
 “Please, no more tickling,” Harry begged, eyes huge and pleading behind his
glasses. “God, please, Severus.”
 Severus scowled when he realized he was capitulating for the sake of those
eyes. He looked contemplatively back towards Harry’s swollen prick, and
casually dipped the quill in the slit, running it through the dribbling pre-
come. He began using this to draw a design on the lovely sculpted cock, arcane
symbols sinking into Harry’s throbbing member. “Have you ever heard of a penis
ring, Potter?” he asked conversationally, consoling himself in the fact that
there were many ways to amuse himself with the boy, and they didn’t all have to
involve feathers.
 “Er…no, sir,” Harry replied honestly.
 Severus had thought not. It was a Muggle device, not typically needed in the
Wizarding world, where potions and charms could do the same thing. But fun was
fun, and it was Severus’s turn to choose the kink. “Since you seem to have some
difficulty restraining yourself, I feel we might benefit from a device which
would do it for you.” He flashed his teeth at Harry, then finished autographing
the boy’s needy prick with a flourish.
With a strange hissing sound, a green ribbon appeared and wound its way up
Harry’s cock and down around his balls. Tying itself off efficiently, it
constricted gently, causing the gaping youth to gasp. “Snape! What the hell?” 
Snape laughed. “The only thing better than having you tied to my bed in order
to service me sexually, Potter,” he announced, “Is seeing you tied to my bed,
ready to service me sexually, wrapped in a lovely Slytherin bow. It’s Christmas
come early, isn’t it?”
Harry couldn’t help a bit of a chagrined smile. Snape was so rarely pleased,
and to be the source of that pleasure, rather than an eternal fount of
annoyance, was really rather nice.
With a tap of Severus’s wand, Harry was suddenly suspended in midair, upside
down. He gave an incoherent squeak, but when he didn’t land on his head, calmed
down. Snape came closer to him, sliding his wonderful hands up and down Harry’s
calves before parting the boy’s legs. “If you ever mention it to anyone, I’ll
categorically deny it and have you Obliviated,” the man told him, “But you have
a surprisingly beautiful body, Potter, and a very tasty little arse. I’m going
to take a great deal of pleasure in deflowering you.”
Harry sighed. It was annoying that a lot of his blood was now rushing to the
wrong head, but the ribbon around his prick squeezed and slithered, keeping him
on the far side of randy. When the man crawled across the bed, pulling him down
a little, Harry was within reach of Severus’s delicious cock again, and reached
out happily. “I think I’ll enjoy being deflowered,” he admitted.
Snape froze. “Do you mean to say that you are honestly a virgin?” he demanded,
pausing in his prodding exploration of the Eden before him.
“Well, yes. I assumed you knew that when you mentioned deflow—ow! You pillock!
Why’d you drop me?” He sat up, rubbing his head, and scooped up his glasses
from where they’d dropped when he’d first been turned wrong side up. He glanced
at his wrist. “And why’d you take the spell off that kept me where you wanted
me? I was just getting keen on it.”
Snape was staring at him. “You’re a virgin?”
Harry shifted uneasily. “So? You’ve been making jokes about it all night. I
thought you knew.” When Snape looked like he was about to speak, Harry cut him
off. “I don’t have to be, you know. There’s Ginny, or Seamus, or Colin, or the
twins, or dozens of others who’d give me a go. They just wouldn’t know what
they were doing, and you do. Well, except for the twins. But I don’t trust them
to stick anything in there.”
“And yet you trust meto do so?” Snape rejoined, clearly flabbergasted.
“Well…yeah. You’re on my side; I know that. You may be a bastard, but you’ve
never let him have me, and you could have done, I’m sure. So I guess I do trust
you. I wantyou,” he added earnestly. “Don’t say no. Come on, we’ve already done
everything else. Is this going to make you regret it?”
Snape seemed to consider this. “No…” he sighed after a long while, and Harry
let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “But I’m glad you told me,
all the same.”
“Why? What difference does it make?” Harry asked, genuinely confused.
“Your body gets used to certain things…it stretches…over time, and that makes
it hurt less. The first time can be quite painful,” the man explained.
“Oh. It will?”
“No, it won’t. You aren’t listening.”
“Sure, I am! You said, it can be—”
“Can be, Potter, not willbe. I am a Potions Master, you simpleton. I can make
cutting off one’s arm an enjoyable experience, if I have the right herbs in
stock. This is nothing. But still, it’s better that I knew, or I might have
damaged you.”
“So you’ll do it?” Harry asked.
“I suppose,” Snape replied in an indifferent tone, turning away. He made sure
not to show his face, as the brat was already cocky enough, and the idea that
Severus Snape fully relished the opportunity to lay first claim on the blighter
would likely swell Harry’s head to bursting. “Although I dofind it highly
inconvenient,” he hastened to add at the young man’s sigh of relief. “You stay
here, and touch nothing, while I’ll go and get the draught that will make this
painless…for you, at any rate.”
“Great. Thanks” Harry replied softly, staring after the man. What an odd
notion—that Severus didn’t want to hurt him. That he would go out of his wayto
keepfrom hurting him. He pondered the idea as the man fetched his potion, and
found that the thought was rather…arousing,in a decidedly peculiar, warm and
fuzzy way.
When Severus returned, he found that damnable Potter creature on his hands and
knees on the bed, butt wiggling provocatively. “See anything you like?” the boy
asked with infuriating cheek.
Really, the youth could use some lessons in manners. “Nothing worth spending
hard-earned money on,” the Potions Master taunted. Harry stuck out his lower
lip in response, which was obviously meant to be provocative, as Severus had
specifically mentioned finding it arousing. “On the other hand,” he continued,
waving his wand and freezing the boy’s limbs in place, “It isfree for the
taking, so I see no reason I shouldn’t take advantage.” He gave his wand
another surreptitious flick, and Harry began dry fucking the air as the
enchanted ribbon teased and twisted round his length.
“Free…for you,” Harry managed, devoutly wishing Snape would get on with things,
rather than standing there with his eyebrow arched like he were judging a prize
stud at a livestock show. “Anytime you want…ever,” he added with what breath he
could manage. “God, aren’t you going to touch me? I needit,” he insisted. “I
need you to touch me, Severus.”
“Presumptuous wretch, aren’t you?” Snape replied, clearly unimpressed. He moved
closer to the boy, unstoppering the bottle of potion, dipping a slender finger
in, rubbing it between index and thumb. He pretended to eye it critically while
Potter heaved and jerked in sexual need. “Something the matter, Potter?”
“Fuck…f—fucking bastard,” Harry growled. “Can’t. Believe. Nngh. Please, damn
it! Now, please, now. You. Jesus, please…neednowin…please,” he babbled, as that
Snape dropped to his knees and pressed a soft kiss to one cheek, then the
other, then began running his tongue all around his opening, pausing
occasionally to lap the skin there gently.
Snape pressed the very tip of his tongue into the youth, and then withdrew it
slowly. “Why, Potter. Are you beggingme?” he asked with an air of great
surprise. This brought another onslaught of wanton rambling, only a few words
of which such as ‘cock’ and ‘fuck’ and ‘yes’ and ‘fuck’ could be understood.
Unimaginably self-satisfied, Severus leaned forward and pushed the wet muscle
in as far as it would go, wriggling it around inside his student. He was more
than a little gratified when the boy hissed his name, gyrating his hips to get
more of that hot, slick tongue inside of him.
When the boy was nearly a puddle, Severus sat back and slipped the tip of his
finger inside Harry’s opening. This produced a lovely mewling noise from that
milky throat, and he slid the digit in up to the first knuckle, and began
finger fucking the boy in earnest. When he bent it slightly and found Harry’s
prostate, the act was greeted with screeches and yowls of bliss, and he decided
it was likely safe to add another finger.
Harry was beyond pleasure, and watching it from somewhere on the other side. He
had never dreamtanything could feel as good as Snape’s slick fingers thrusting
into his arse, while that devilish device wound round his prick did magic that
bordered on sin. He was only marginally aware that he was bucking back against
those masterful fingers greedily, and his mouth, now on automatic, pleaded
shamelessly for more. When Severus’s other hand smoothed flaming skin on
Harry’s eager arse, he was nearly certain he would burst into tears from the
sheer overload of pleasant sensation.
Slightly tired of the youth’s non-stop rambling, Severus covered Harry’s mouth
with his free hand, and was not terribly shocked to find that succulent orifice
opening as well, sucking insatiably at his fingers. He fed the young man three,
to match the complimentary amount up his arse, and decided this had all gone on
quite long enough. He needed to fuck the boy, like yesterday.He leaned over and
began whispering lecherous things in Harry’s ear, distracting him from the
fingers currently leaving position and the hard cock taking their place.
“You just love this, don’t you, my little toy? All tied up and taken advantage
of, just like you were meant to be. Forget free, my sweet pet; at this point,
you’d gladly pay meto induce me to fuck you this way.” Harry whimpered and
nodded in accord, causing Severus to give a breathy laugh. He slid his entire
length into the hot channel, one hand carefully on the youth’s hip. “And what
is this worth to you, Harry? What would you give me for this?” He accentuated
the word by pulling back and thrusting in roughly, causing his mount to cry out
in pleasure. “Oh, yes. You like this, don’t you? Perfect little angel, so
beautiful, so utterly corruptible, perfect and pure and mine,” he snarled, and
pulled his fingers from Harry’s lips, lifting his hand to grip the boy’s hair.
Snape was now driving in with such force that Harry’s body rocked, but there
was no pain. There was slight discomfort, but it was easily overcome by the
delicious waves of heaven that radiated from each violent slam that hit his
prostate, and the absolute pleasure that wonderful ribbon was producing. “Yes,
Severus, yes,” Harry found himself panting. “It’s so good, God, good,
yesmoreGodmore…harder, oh God, fuck harder yes!” He was ramming himself back on
the man’s cock, wanting it all, as deeply as possible, wanting to feel it slide
all the way through him, up his throat, to taste it on his tongue again. “Fuck,
yes, I’d pay you,” he was admitting brazenly, as the hand that gripped his hair
tightened, pulling him back onto that punishing, battering appendage, so large
and swollen and so, so perfect inside me, he whispered in his head. “I would—I
would—yes more—I’d give you anything—God anything—for this—Oh yes God fuck!
Fasteryeshardermore!”
Severus was pistoning his hips, still groaning filthy gibberish at the boy,
riding that succulent young body as though it was his last chance on earth. The
youth could clearly give as well as he could take, and was doing a marvellous
job of meeting Severus’s thrusts at least halfway. “Fuck,” he groaned, feeling
himself teetering on the edge, “I love your tight little arse as much as your
sweet little mouth.” Harry gave a howl of pleasure, and Severus reached around
to his straining cock, pumping it smoothly, until they were suddenly coming in
near unison, Harry’s seed once more fountaining over his hand, surging across
the bed.
When Harry began floating down from the high, he was surprised and thrilled by
the spurts of wet heat still gushing into his body, trickling out and down his
thigh. Snape was giving huge, heaving gasps, still finishing his own climax.
Snape removed the spell that had conjured the manacles and ribbons, and finally
collapsed on top of Harry.
“Ooomph,” the youth commented. “Gerroff. You’re too heavy to be sprawled on top
of me like that.” He shoved the man away and sat up. “And what happened to the
ribbon?”
“I cast it back into the infernal pit of hell from whence it came,” Severus
retorted tiredly. “Why?”
Harry looked sheepish. “I sort of wanted to keep it. You know; like to
remember.”
Snape stared at him. “It was covered with your semen, you little twit. You
surely wouldn’t have really wanted to save the disgusting thing?”
Harry blushed. “I could’ve washed it off. Or something.”
Snape rolled his eyes. “I’ll conjure you another when I’ve the energy. Although
you area sentimental twat.”
“Yes,” Harry replied, smiling when the man had shut his eyes again. Harry’s
stomach growled. “I’m hungry,” he stated unnecessarily.
“And after I fed you swaths of caramel, not to mention my cock,” Snape said
dryly.
Harry bit his lip. “Man cannot live on cock alone.”
“Aren’t we feeling philosophical?”
Harry rolled onto his side and looked at the man. “I’d like to stay here
tonight, if you’ll let me. If anyone asks, I can tell them I had a nightmare,
and came to…steal some dreamless sleep potion or something.”
“That is nota good idea, Potter.” Severus levered himself up on an elbow,
meeting determined green eyes. “Do you want to get me sacked?”
“And fucking a student withoutsleeping with him wouldn’t achieve that?” Harry
glowered.
The boy had a point. “I don’t want you here. You’re irritating, and you take up
too much room. You’re also extremely recalcitrant, and disobedient, and
disrespectful. I dislike you immensely. Now go away. 
Harry set his jaw. “No. And if you don’t let me stay, I’m going to chain
myselfto the bed, and have a sit in.”
“A what?” Snape blinked.
“It’s what Muggles do when the government won’t listen to them. They chain
themselves to something and have a sit in. So that’s what I’ll do; I’ll chain
myself to the poster of your bed, and refuse to leave until you’ve met my
demands.”
“Which are?”
“For you to bugger me whenever I want, and for dinner tonight—which is the
least you can do, you’re traditionally supposed to buy me dinner beforeI let
you fuck me—and to sleep down here tonight.” He scooted up the bed to sit
beside Severus, folding his arms behind his head and generally making himself
at home.
“In the first place, it’s hardly my fault that you’re a randy little sod that
let me bugger you for nothing. In the second place, I’m going to be buggering
you whenever Iwant, regardless of your own appetites. And in the thirdplace…I
suppose one night wouldn’t kill me, although I shan’t enjoy finding out for
certain. But onlyone night, mind you. Just because I’ve tied you to my bed once
does not indicate I’m looking for a permanent ball and chain.” Severus felt
uneasy at the devious little smile that quirked Potter’s lips.
‘Who, me?’it clearly said, but Harry merely replied, “Whatever you want,
Severus. Whatever you want.”
The Potions Master rolled his eyes, knowing that they had reached a stalemate
if he was lucky, and that the war continued to be fought. “Call for a ruddy
house elf and get something to eat,” he ordered. “You’ll need your strength,
Harry, should I happen to wake in the middle of the night.”
Harry laughed loudly. “You love me, you know,” he said with sparkling
certainty.
Severus lifted his lip in a semblance of disgust. “I most certainly do not,” he
replied with dignity. “You’re an arrogant prat—and a burden besides.” But he
watched with appreciation as Harry bent over the fire to call for a house elf.
It might be fun to have a prat around for a while…and he could always use
someone to snipe at. And…there were other benefits to having the monster
around, as well. It could be a great deal of fun. He cunningly fashioned
another magical manacle under the blankets as he waited for Harry to return to
the bed. After all, if the boy wanted to be a ball and chain, he ought to at
least dress the part.
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