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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Severus_Snape/Harry_Potter, Harry/Various
  Additional Tags:
      D/s, Consent_Issues, Teacher/Student, Age_Difference, Angst, Spanking,
      Toys, Kinks, attempted_non-con
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-01-26 Words: 12270
****** I'll be Your Man ******
by Eriador117
Summary
     Written for the hp_sexstars fest on LJ, with a prompt submitted by
     Crimson_Vipera: After fifth year, Dursleys turn Harry out on the
     street. Snape finds him in Knockturn Alley, about to be raped/killed/
     taken to Voldemort. He saves him and offers to take him in. In
     exchange for sexual favours whenever and with whomever he chooses.
     Summary: Harry agrees to something he doesn't like in order to keep
     hold of Severus. But with trust broken on both sides, can they ever
     make it through?
I’ll Be Your Man
It was rare to have privacy at the Dursleys’; it was even rarer to have
a whole day free from them at all with only a few chores to do. The Dursleys
were taking Dudley up to London to a tailor's to get his Smeltings uniform
adjusted again; his weight had been see-sawing all summer and he needed an even
larger size or he wouldn't be able to go back to school. Harry tried not to
look to eager or hopeful as Petunia laid down the rules for their absence.
Basically, it all amounted to the usual thing: Harry wasn't to use any of their
things, he wasn't to use magic and he was to have the lawn mown and the weeding
done before they got back. It was fewer chores than he was usually left with
and Harry knew he would be finished in no time at all. And after that, his time
was his own.
"Yes, Aunt Petunia," he said meekly, but inside he was rejoicing. Hours of
freedom lay ahead. If only they would just go already! Harry tried to keep his
face bland while the Dursleys took their leave, but finally, finally they were
gone and he could get on with his day. He did his chores first, wanting to get
them out of the way before he could relax.
Dressed in Dudley's hand-me-downs, a pair of shorts so big in the waist that
Harry needed a belt to hold them up and a t-shirt so large it could have
doubled as a potato sack, Harry set to his tasks. It took longer than he
thought, for the lawnmower was broken and it took a few hours for one of the
neighbours to get it fixed for him. Mr. Lawson from number seven across the
road had this way of staring at Harry that made him feel powerful and not in
the magical sense. Harry had never considered himself very attractive but more
than once he'd caught Mr. Lawson and other men staring at him as if Harry was a
tasty dessert and they wanted a bite of him. Harry didn't encourage anything
else, he was too unsure of himself and his sexuality to allow it to go any
further than the odd glancing look. As Mr. Lawson fixed the lawnmower, Harry's
t-shirt kept slipping off his shoulder and Harry was sure his nipples were
visible at one stage and hoped Mr. Lawson didn't think he was a tease; Harry
had no control over the clothes he wore while at the Dursleys'.
Mr. Lawson turned beetroot and looked away, not even mentioning it. It was late
afternoon by the time Mr. Lawson left and Harry was able to finish his
gardening. He wondered briefly if Mr. Lawson was looking out his window as
Harry did his chores, but soon dismissed the man from his mind. Not only was he
Muggle, he was married with three kids and Harry had no desire to be a home
wrecker. He wondered if Mrs. Lawson knew of her husband's suspected
inclinations. But at long last the chores were done and Harry could finally
enjoy some time alone.
He had a quick shower, he was so sweaty after working in the sunny garden all
afternoon, before making his way back to his bedroom and pulling on some of the
clothes he'd bought himself. A tight fitted t-shirt and a pair of jeans that
hugged his legs and arse like a second-skin. Harry knew the Dursleys would have
a fit if they ever saw in him in such an outfit, but Harry wasn't planning on
wearing them when they got back. It certainly wasn't the sort of thing to wear
in the wizarding world either, no wizard Harry knew ever wore such form-fitting
clothes, but he wanted to feel sexy, even if he didn't look it.
Once dressed, Harry pulled up the loose floorboard at the foot of his bed and
retrieved the magazine the twins had sent him for his birthday. It wasn't the
sort of present Mrs. Weasley would approve of, Harry guessed that much, but
that would never stop the twins from doing what they wanted. Fred and George
seemed to have their own set of rules and they didn't seem concerned at what
anyone else thought was right or proper.
Harry's heart thudded in his chest as he settled back against his pillows and
headboard and got ready to indulge. He'd only seen the front cover so far, and
it was the first pornographic magazine he'd ever seen, so he was a little
hesitant at opening it. The magazine was an older one; Harry suspected it might
have belonged to one of the older Weasley brothers. If it wasn't, Harry had no
idea where the twins would have acquired such a thing. The date on the front
read January 1979. The magazine was older than he was! It made Harry smile to
think that. One of the twins had scribbled a note on the front. "Check out page
94 and beyond. You'll be surprised!"
More than curious Harry turned to page 94 and felt all the breath leave his
body. That couldn't be, that wasn't, was it? But there, in small print at the
bottom was the name of the model: Severus Snape and his achievements to date.
World's youngest ever Potions Master, Creator of the Wolfsbane Potion and a
list of other credentials that Harry didn't pay any attention to, for his eyes
were drawn back to the picture of Severus Snape in his younger, carefree years.
The Snape in the picture was a fantasy come to life. His hair was long and
sleek, cascading down his back, almost to his waist. There wasn't an ounce of
grease to be seen (at least not in his hair, but his torso was glistening as if
it had been oiled before the photo shoot). And what a torso it was! Firm
biceps, not too bulging, but definitely showing some muscle and defined abs
that made Harry wish there was a gym at Hogwarts. What he wouldn't give to look
like that! Snape was lying back on his arms, his hair trailing behind him and
one leg angled up so that whatever was between his legs lay hidden from view.
Harry's mouth watered; God he'd love to see his cock! See if it matched the
rest of the picture. Harry glanced at Snape's face, young, unlined and his eyes
free from the worry that constantly haunted him in the present. Picture!Snape
licked his lips, smiled at Harry and winked at him.
Harry goggled. Did Snape just wink at him? Yep, picture!Snape did it again and
moved his head down, as if showing Harry something. Harry looked in the corner
of the page and saw the small words "continued overleaf" and eagerly turned
over. Oh, dear Merlin! It was Snape, but a fully naked Snape and not just that,
his hand was on his cock, stroking it up and down, up and down. Harry was
mesmerised by the action, wishing wizarding pictures had sound as well as
movement, but he'd have to settle for what he had. He sank lower against his
pillows, his hand wandering beneath his t-shirt, caressing his abdomen as he
stared at the picture. Harry's cock was hard and straining against the zip of
his jeans, demanding attention, but Harry knew if he started touching his cock
he wouldn't last long and he wanted this to last. He was determined to savour
the pleasure now that he had the house to himself in order to do so.
He trailed his fingers around the soft skin of his abdomen before venturing
higher and pinching his left nipple. Harry bit his lips to stop himself from
crying out, for he'd always been quiet at school and at Privet Drive just in
case someone heard him masturbating. The habit was ingrained now and even
though he knew the house was empty he tried to be as silent as possible in his
explorations. As he tugged and pulled on his nipple, his cock jerked and pulsed
within the confines of his tight jeans and it was feeling a bit uncomfortable
now. There wasn't any room to spread out. Harry's hand wandered down to his zip
almost of its own accord.
He shimmied a bit on the bed to pull the jeans down to his thighs, but he left
his underwear on for now, watching eagerly as a damp spot appeared on the
material where his cock was rubbing against the edge. Harry looked at the
magazine again and watched avidly as the picture of Snape wanked his cock like
an expert. Harry wondered what it would feel like to have a hand other than his
own on his cock, but he shook his head, unwilling to lie in his own mind. It
wasn't any hand he wanted; it was a man's hand, one particular man and he was
staring at a younger version of that man in a porno magazine. Why would Snape
have done such a thing? The thought was fleeting, for as Harry was watching
Snape, his hand had curled around his own shaft and was rapidly bringing Harry
to a climax. The Snape in the picture mouthed something that looked like
together and his hand sped up.
Harry grunted and arched his hips into his hand, still concentrating on the
picture. Snape's head flew back and his thighs clenched just before he spurted
over his hands and chest in the picture. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head
as his balls emptied and he came in white hot heat over himself. Lassitude
washed over Harry in a wave as his cock spurted the final few drops onto his
abdomen. He really should get up and clean himself up, but he was feeling far
too comfortable to move. Sighing, he used a tissue from the box on his bedside
table to remove most of the come from his stomach and cock, but he was too
languid to do much more. A combination of the hard work he'd been doing, the
heat of the day and the fact that he'd just had a very good orgasm staring at
Snape doing the same had his eyes drooping in no time at all. Sleep claimed him
in a matter of moments and he slept the deep sleep of the exhausted.
***
"VERNON! VERNON!" Aunt Petunia's screeching woke Harry abruptly. He struggled
to sit up on the bed, realising two things at once. He was still wearing the
form-fitting clothes, the jeans still around his thighs, and the magazine with
Snape's picture for all to see was spread open on the bed. Petunia was looking
at it and at Harry as if he was something foul she'd stepped in. "Put yourself
away!" Petunia snapped at him.
There was a rumble on the stairs as Vernon lumbered up. He was puffing like a
racehorse by the time he reached Harry's bedroom and his eyes took in the scene
revealed.
"Vernon, look!" Petunia pointed to the magazine but she didn't touch it and she
wouldn't look at Harry now. "Look at that disgusting picture! He's been doing
that! Touching himself to that filth!"
"So," Vernon said slowly. "So. After all we've done for you. After we've tried
to raise you in a proper house, this is how you repay us? Not only are you a
freak, you're a nancy-boy as well! A shirt-lifter, aren't you boy?"
Harry couldn't speak. What could he say? Nothing he said would make any
difference to Vernon. He could deny it all, pretend that the magazine was
nothing more than a bit of fun, a prank by some friends, or Harry could finally
admit to himself what he'd suspected ever since he'd kissed Cho Chang and felt
nothing at all.
"What if I am?" Harry asked. "It's not a crime, is it?"
"It should be!" Vernon ranted. "If I was in government, I'd bring back flogging
for the lot of you! Disgusting, sick freaks! Get out! You are not welcome in
this house, boy!"
"You can't throw me out!" Harry protested. He was only protected during the
school holidays if he stayed at Privet Drive. He wanted to mention the wards,
but knew that even mentioning anything magical now would just make things
worse.
"It’s my house, boy, and I want you gone! Owls day and night, freaks
threatening me at the train station! Well, this is the last straw! I've had
enough, do you hear me?" Vernon was in full rant mode now. His face was purple
and spittle was flying from his mouth as he continued to berate Harry.
"I'm not leaving! You can't make me!"
"That's where you're wrong."
Too late, Harry tried to scramble out of his uncle's way, but he knew it was
useless.
Vernon could always best him in a fight.
***
Harry stood on the corner of Magnolia Crescent and Privet Drive in a complete
daze. It was well past midnight, all the other houses were in darkness. His
head throbbed where Vernon had banged it against the bedside cabinet. Harry's
trunk was still in the cupboard under the stairs along with Hedwig's cage. At
least Hedwig was safe; she'd already been on a postal run to the Burrow and
Harry wouldn't have to worry about her for the time being. His wand was in his
pocket, but he was still underage and Harry didn't fancy being tried for
underage magic again. There was no telling what would happen next time.
Harry took a few deep breaths of the warm night air and put his wand out to
summon the Knight Bus. He could go to the Leaky Cauldron for tonight at least
before he decided what he was going to do for the rest of the holidays. The
Dursleys weren't going to take him back, he knew that much. His head ached and
his jaw felt swollen; Vernon had really laid into him this time and Harry too
had had enough of the Dursleys care. He wouldn't go back there. Not for
anything.
***
The Leaky Cauldron was full. Tom was more than apologetic, but even he couldn't
oust any paying guests. "You might try The Empty Goblet," he suggested while
wiping down the bar. "Not the nicest place, but you said you just needed
somewhere for tonight."
"Yes, just until I get something else sorted," said Harry. "Where is it? I've
never heard of it before."
"Ah, well, you probably wouldn't," said Tom. "Not the sort of place for
youngsters, is it? It's in Knockturn Alley, down past Borgin and Burkes. Just
mind you keep your room locked while you're there. You get all sorts at The
Empty Goblet."
"Thanks, I'll try that then."
Harry hadn't been back to Knockturn Alley since he'd accidentally landed in
Borgin and Burkes' fireplace when he was twelve. It wasn't an experience he was
keen to repeat, but it was after midnight, he was tired and sore and he just
needed somewhere to lie down for the night, so if The Empty Goblet had a bed,
he would take it. There were few people in the streets at this hour, but the
few who did, looked askance at Harry as he passed and he tried not to bring
undue attention to himself. He wished he still had his trunk, at least then he
could have put on a robe to cover his Muggle clothes. The clothes no longer
felt comfortable or even sexy now, Harry felt as though they made him stand
out, but not in a good way. Men were staring at him as he made his way down
Knockturn Alley and although Harry did have his wand, what good was it? He
couldn't perform underage magic, not again. Hogwarts was his only sanctuary now
and he couldn't allow himself to get expelled.
He put his head down and hurried his steps, feeling the hairs on the back of
his neck prickling. Someone was following him, he could sense it. Harry didn't
dare turn to look, he wasn't sure he wanted to see who or what was following
him. Knockturn Alley was the meeting place of choice for all manner of dark
creatures not to mention dark wizards and Death Eaters. Harry broke into a run,
seeing the swinging sign of the inn still some distance ahead of him.
He was grabbed by behind by two sets of strong arms and pushed roughly against
the stone wall of the alley. Harry's cheek was pressed into the bricks; he felt
the rough texture scrape his skin. Two hands held firmly to Harry's waist and a
body thrust up against his arse, the unmistakable hardness of a cock pressed
into him. Nausea roiled in Harry's stomach. "Well, well, what have we here?
It's a bit late for you to be out, isn't it?" The voice didn't belong to anyone
Harry knew, but that just made it ten times worse. "Hasn't anyone told you not
to go wandering all by your lonesome late at night? Terrible things can happen
to you." The body behind him thrust obscenely against his arse.
"Get off me!" Harry screamed, struggling in his captors' grasp. "Let me go!"
"Not until we've had some fun," said the second man. "Struggle all you like.
That just makes it more fun for us. We like them to struggle, don't we,
Jasper?"
"Stupefy! Petrificus Totalus!"
Suddenly the pressure holding Harry disappeared, but before he could even think
or even take a breath of relief, he was yanked backwards by the hand and all at
once was moving through a tunnel that was far too tight for his body. Harry
gasped, fighting for breath as the world around him dissolved in a mad blur of
colours and sounds. Almost as soon as the sensation started it stopped and he
found himself in someone's living room. Harry sank to his knees and retched,
but nothing actually came back up; he'd had too little food that day for any to
make a reappearance.
"Are you all right, Potter?"
Harry glanced up in surprise. "Professor Snape! You saved me." Harry
couldn’t stop the blush, remembering how he'd masturbated to images of
this man only a few hours previously. "Thanks."
"What were you doing in Knockturn Alley at this time of night? What were you
doing in Knockturn Alley at all?"
"I had nowhere else to go," Harry said truthfully. "The Leaky Cauldron was full
and Tom suggested I try The Empty Goblet."
Snape hissed through gritted teeth. "Has that man not got the sense he was born
with? You do know what sort of establishment The Empty Goblet is?"
"Er, not really. Just that Tom said it was a bit dodgy. But I was desperate!"
"Obviously if your first thought was to head to a brothel! No wonder you were
almost raped by those two thugs! They probably thought you were one of the
workers. Have you no cloak or robe, Potter? Only a whore walks about Knockturn
without one or the other."
Harry blushed with shame this time. "No, I didn't know that and I don't have
any of my stuff. It's still at Privet Drive."
"And why are you not there and tucked up in bed where you should be instead of
wandering about the streets?"
"They threw me out," Harry said softly. "But they've kept most of my stuff and
Hedwig's cage. I'll need to replace all my school things and my clothes."
"You expect me to believe that the people who've been entrusted with you
welfare for the past fifteen years just decided to throw you out now? Don't
talk rubbish, Potter! The wards on that house are the only thing keeping you
safe when you're not at school. So what's the real reason, hmm? Sneaking off to
see your friends, were you?"
"I don't care what you believe!" Harry retorted hotly, as he pushed himself to
his feet and glared at his professor. "It's the truth! They threw me out when
they discovered I was gay! Happy now?"
Harry cast his eyes down on the floor, wishing he didn't have such a fair
complexion. His emotions were written on his face in shades of pink and red.
Surely Snape could tell from that how Harry felt about him? Harry had had a
crush on Professor Snape long before he knew quite what that meant. When Snape
had swept along the stage during the Duelling Club of his second year, it was
hard not to miss the awesome presence of the man. Now, here alone with him,
Harry was shivering in reminiscence. Snape was always so intense and to have
that intensity focused on him was unnerving.
"They really threw you out?" Snape in a gentle tone that Harry had never heard
directed at him before. "Is that where you got the bruises on your face?"
Harry nodded, still looking down.
"I thought it might have been from those men in the alley."
"No, it was my uncle," Harry admitted. "I can't go back there. They wouldn't
let me in."
"This means that the wards protecting you at Privet Drive are no longer
active."
"I know. I need somewhere to stay. Is this your house? Could I stay here until
I go back to school? I've got money; I could pay you once I get to Gringotts."
"You want to stay here? Why?" Snape asked suspiciously, his eyes glittering.
Harry shrugged, not ready to admit the real reason which was that he wanted to
stay wherever Snape was. "Because no one would ever think to look for me here."
"That's true. No one in their right mind would suspect that I would be
harbouring Harry Potter."
"I'll do anything you want," Harry blurted out, desperate now. "I can cook, or
do cleaning as well as pay you rent. Anything."
"You really should be more careful when bargaining with Slytherins, Potter. Do
I look like a man in need of a house elf?"
Harry darted glances around the room. Despite the mismatched, shabby furniture
and faded rugs on the floor, everything was very clean and tidy. Nothing was
out of place. "Well, I've got gold. I can pay you."
Snape laughed then, his face crinkling with mirth. It made him seem years
younger, much like the picture in the magazine. "I don't want your gold,
Potter. I'd prefer to take payment in kind."
"Huh?"
"I don't want your gold. I want you." Snape raked his gaze over Harry's body
from head to toe, leaving Harry in no doubt as to what that meant. "Your body
in return for giving you shelter and protection."
Harry gaped at him, all the blood in his body seeming to pool in his groin.
"You want me? But why?"
"Surely you aren't that dense, Potter? Why wouldn't I want a handsome, young
lover in my bed?"
"You think I'm handsome?" Harry asked shyly. "I always thought I was a bit
scrawny and ugly. My hairs a mess and I can't see a foot in front of me without
my glasses."
"You are not scrawny," Snape reassured him. "You have a slim build, that's
true, but your muscles are well defined, those clothes do nothing to hide your
assets. And as for your hair, messy though it may be, it suits the shape of
your face. It looks as though you've just stepped off a broom or tumbled out of
someone's bed. You are an exquisite specimen of male beauty, Harry, and I want
you for my own."
Harry felt tears prickle at the corner of his eyes. No one had ever called him
beautiful before. No one had ever wanted him before. Snape's words didn't scare
him in the least. How long had he imagined such things being said to him? How
many fantasies had he created around such scenarios? And now here Snape was
telling him he wanted him.
"I want all of you, Harry. Will you submit to me sexually? Let me do what I
want to you whenever I want it?"
"Yes," Harry whispered, his breath catching and his eyes fluttering closed. He
couldn't think of anything he wanted more than to submit to Snape.
"Will you let me share you with others?" Snape asked then.
"What?" Harry's eyes snapped open. "You want me to have sex with other people
besides you?"
"I might. Does that surprise you?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah. Um, you seem, I don't know, sort of the jealous and
possessive type."
"Oh, I am," Snape agreed, moving to stand close to Harry. "Make no mistake
about that. I won't stand for you seeing other people while you're with me. But
I am also something of a voyeur, Harry. I'd like to watch you with someone
else. See how beautiful you look when you come."
"Oh, God!" Harry moaned, his cock jerking within the confines of his jeans. "If
you don't stop talking like that you might get your wish."
"So hard already, Harry?" Snape rasped against his ear. "Would you like me to
touch you?"
"Please!" Harry begged, arching his hips shamelessly.
"Or maybe you'd prefer something else? Me on my knees, sucking you dry of every
drop of seed."
"Oh fuck!"
"Maybe later." Harry couldn't see Snape's face, but he imagined his professor
might be smirking. "But right now I think I do want to taste you. See if you
taste as good as you smell." Snape pushed Harry up against one of the bookcases
lining the walls and claimed his mouth in a hungry kiss. Harry heard some books
fall to the floor but neither he nor Snape seemed to care about that for the
moment. Harry had never been kissed like it before. The soft, wet kisses he'd
shared with Cho were almost chaste compared to this.
The kiss went on and on, each of them stealing the breath from each other.
Snape's tongue traced a line across Harry's lips, making Harry open his mouth
even further and that questing tongue ventured inside. The tongue tangled
against his own, before caressing the inside of Harry's cheeks, his palate and
even his teeth. All the while his cock was still throbbing in his trousers.
Harry wound his hands around Snape's neck and hung on for dear life, feeling
heat coil in his lower belly and lower still. "Please!" He begged, pulling his
mouth away. "Please!"
Snape nodded, his eyes hooded as he sank to his knees in front of Harry. The
noise of his zip being undone was almost enough to make him come there and
then, but he held off. He wanted so much to come while Snape was sucking him.
It sounded so hot, not that he'd had any experience of it himself, but he'd
heard stories in the locker rooms at school. Snape gazed up at him as he pulled
Harry's jeans and underwear down his thighs, his eyes two deep dark pools that
Harry wanted to drown in.
Snape wrapped his lips around Harry's cock and Harry was soon lost in a haze of
sensation. Hot, it was certainly that, but wet too, so different to his hand.
He laid his head against the bookcase and he couldn't resist the urge to tangle
his hands in Snape's hair. Snape took him deeper, hollowing his cheeks and
making the most wonderful slurping and sucking noises. Harry could hardly bear
it. He'd been close to coming even before Snape had started. His hips seemed to
move of their own volition, thrusting his cock in and out of Snape's mouth, as
if he was fucking it. Oh, God, he was fucking Snape's mouth and it felt
incredible! Harry's belly jolted as his body hurtled towards orgasm. "Sir! OH!
OH! I'm gonna come!" Harry warned, trying to tug Snape's head away from his
groin.
It wasn't polite, was it? To come in someone's mouth? But Snape batted his
hands away and got back to his task with a will, sucking hard on Harry's cock.
Then he did something unbelievable with his tongue and Harry came undone. His
eyes rolled back in his head as his hips jutted forward and he shot his release
down Snape's throat, his hands tightening in Snape's hair. "Oh, God! Oh, God!
Oh, God!" Harry moaned over and over again, feeling the world about him
swaying. Snape kept sucking until Harry was drained dry, but once Harry had
nothing left to give, he didn't let Harry's go. He kept sucking, kept licking
as if he was a cat and Harry's prick was a bowl of cream. Harry's whole body
trembled with aftershocks and he knew if it hadn't been for the support of the
bookcase he would have fallen to the floor in a crumpled heap long since.
Snape finally let go of his cock, giving the head a soft kiss for good measure.
"I take it you enjoyed that?" Snape asked, smirking. As if he needed to ask!
"Bloody hell! That was brilliant!" Harry tried to stifle a yawn. "Sorry. I
didn't mean to come in your mouth. But it was your fault! You wouldn't take
your head away!"
Snape chuckled. "Silly boy. I didn't want to take my head away. I wanted to
taste you. You taste as sweet as I'd imagined."
Harry's eyes goggled. "You mean people really do that? Swallow it, I mean?
Isn't that a bit - erm - weird?"
"Some people do. Some people like to please their partner that way."
Harry wasn't so sure he was ready to do that. Sucking a cock, maybe, but
swallowing someone's come?
"However, it's late. You're tired and need some sleep. I've got some bruise
salve as well. We'll see to your injuries and then get you tucked up in bed."
"Together?" Harry asked shyly.
"Oh, yes," Snape agreed readily. "Now I've got you, I never want to let you
go."
***
Harry woke to the unmistakable feel of an erect cock against the small of his
back. His own cock was hard, as it usually was in the mornings. Snape was
breathing softly against the back of Harry's neck, making him shiver in desire.
"Are you awake?" Snape asked softly.
"Yeah," Harry replied, his throat hoarse with sleep. Snape's arm snaked around
his waist and unerringly sought out Harry's cock. Harry gasped and bucked at
the sensation. Snape's hand was so much bigger than his own, so much more
experienced too. Snape did things that Harry never would have thought of, like
giving the head of his cock a little twist after each stroke, making Harry mewl
in delight. God, it felt so good! As Snape stroked Harry's prick, his own body
was thrusting hard against Harry's back.
Snape was breathing heavily in Harry's ear as he expertly jerked Harry off and
sought to find his own release against Harry. "Touch your nipples," Snape
suggested, making Harry's arousal spike even higher. Harry did so, moaning as
he twisted his nipples into little peaks, making both his nipples and his cock
ache with the need to come. Harry knew it wouldn't be long, already he felt the
tell-tale tingles in his balls and at the base of his cock that preceded his
orgasm. He pinched his nipples, hard and then he was there, spilling himself in
white hot heat over Snape's hand. Behind him, Snape stiffened and groaned,
pulsing wetly over the bare skin of Harry's back as he too found his climax.
Snape held Harry's cock through the aftershocks too, just fondling it gently
when Harry had finished coming. "You're wonderful to wake up to," Snape said,
pressing a soft kiss in Harry's hair. Harry's throat tightened with emotion.
His feelings for his professor scared him on some level, for he had no idea
what it meant to love someone. How would he know what love was? He'd never been
shown it at the Dursleys', that was for sure. "You too," Harry said, blinking
back tears. "I have to go to the bathroom."
"Of course. And after breakfast I have a surprise for you."
Harry turned around and gave Snape a quick kiss before heading off to the
bathroom. As he took care of the morning's necessities, he hoped the surprise
wasn't someone else to have sex with him. Harry didn't want to do it; he didn't
want anyone else but he had the impression that if he didn't agree to
everything Snape wanted, then he wouldn't have Snape either. And Harry wanted
Snape. Wanted him more than anything he'd ever wanted in his life. More than
the Quidditch Cup, more than the House Cup, more than all the chocolate and
sweets he could eat at Honeydukes.
As Harry showered, he glanced down at his body in surprise. All the old bruises
were gone and it was the first time in weeks that he'd woken up without being
in some sort of pain. Snape's bruise salve was even better than Madam
Pomfrey's.
Snape took a shower after Harry and then they both had breakfast downstairs in
the small kitchen. There was plenty of food and Snape encouraged Harry to eat
as much as he could, something that certainly had never happened in Privet
Drive. Harry was aware that Snape was staring at him the whole time he was
eating. He blushed and looked down at the table top.
"You have a gorgeous mouth, Harry. Luscious red lips, plum and ripe. I can just
imagine them wrapped around my cock."
Harry choked on his toast, spluttering crumbs all over the table. It had never
occurred to him that people might talk about sex at the breakfast table! "You -
you'd like me to do that to you?"
"Sometime, yes. First, I think we need to have a chat. Last night when I asked
you to submit to me, you said yes. Do you know what you were agreeing to?"
"Er, not really," Harry admitted. "I just know I want to be with you. However
you want me."
"A very heady thought, I assure you. However, I do not want you to do anything
that you are truly uncomfortable with. I want you to have a safeword, Harry. If
I do anything that you do not like sexually, or someone else does, use this
word and things will stop. I don't want my pet being hurt."
"Pet?" Harry asked eagerly. "Like a puppy?" Everyone liked puppies, didn't
they? People wanted puppies. And Harry so much wanted to be wanted.
Snape chuckled. "Not exactly. A pet, or a submissive is someone who submits
their will to another. This can be only during sexual play or sometimes in all
areas of their life. In return the Master or Dom will look after them and all
of their needs. Financial, social and anything else they might need. They will
also inflict discipline if the pet disobeys the rules."
"But there would be rules and I'd know what they are?"
"Yes. So is this something you would wish, Harry?"
"Yes, sir. I wish it. I want you to be my Master."
"Very well, Harry, but do not call me 'Master' all the time. Call me Severus
when we're alone like this, but if we are in the bedroom and playing out a
scene and you wish to give me a title, you may use 'Master'."
"Thank you, Master," Harry said with tears in his eyes. "I won't disappoint
you, I promise."
Snape nodded and waved his hand at the still laden breakfast table. "Good, eat
up and after breakfast the first thing we need to do is to take you shopping."
***
When they returned from their shopping trip, Severus took Harry back to the
bedroom.
"Undress and get on the bed for me. On your hands and knees," Severus ordered.
There was no doubt about that; it was indeed an order. "I want to fuck you,
Harry. But first I need to stretch you. This will help with that."
Summoning one of their many shopping bags to them, Severus removed something
that Harry had never seen before. It was long and thing and tapered to a round
edge at the top. At the bottom was a round base. "What is it?" Harry asked as
he began to tug his t-shirt off.
"It's an anal plug. I'm going to put it your arse and it will help stretch you
to some degree. I'll widen it with spells once it's in."
"Okay." Harry sat down on the bed to undo his shoes and remove his socks. By
the time he got to the zip of his jeans, Severus was there first and batted his
hands away. Obviously Harry had been taking too long to get undressed, for
Severus took everything else off in one fell swoop. Harry's cock was already
hard and jutting out from his groin as Severus finished undressing him. "Will
it hurt, Master?" Harry asked, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth.
"The plug shouldn't, it's not that thick yet. But a cock is thicker than a
plug, even if I do thicken it with a spell, so as for fucking you for the first
time, yes, that probably will. I'll do my best to minimise the pain and make
sure you're relaxed for me. Now, get into position."
Harry nodded and turned around on the bed, placing himself on his hands and
knees. The bed underneath him wobbled a bit and he hoped he wouldn't fall.
Severus was breathing heavily behind him and Harry could imagine what his
Master was seeing. "Widen your legs," Severus instructed. Harry did so, feeling
his cock jerk with the knowledge that Severus was seeing him so exposed.
Severus' hand trailed lightly along the knobs of Harry's spine, surprising him.
He thought for sure Severus would have just pushed the plug straight in. Is
this what he meant about making sure Harry was relaxed? Harry's whole body
trembled with need and precome dripped form his cock to stain the bedspread as
Severus just continued to stroke and caress his back.
Soon it wasn't just his back that was being caressed, Severus gently teased the
crack of Harry's arse with a finger, but he didn't attempt to penetrate Harry
yet. Harry was making a low, keening sound in the back of his throat as Severus
just continued to tease and fondle him, but it wasn't enough, not nearly
enough. Harry was surprised to find himself aching, twitching back there, as if
he wanted to be filled with something. It wasn't a need he'd ever felt before
but he didn't let that stop him. "Please, Master! Please! Touch me!"
"I am touching you," Severus said, dropping a few kisses on Harry's back.
"More! I need more!" Harry tried to explain. Severus either didn't know what
Harry meant or he wanted to make Harry ask for what he wanted. "Inside me,
please! Oh, please!"
"Very well. Accio salve."
Harry heard something slap into Severus' hand. He glanced around and saw a
squat crystal jar with a gold lid.
"You look good on your hands and knees, Harry. Like you're just waiting to be
fucked. Ready?"
Harry nodded. Severus undid the lid of the jar and swirled the plug in the
clear gel that it contained but before he put the plug anywhere near Harry's
arse, he used the gel on his finger first. Harry squirmed on the bed, his cock
and balls feeling heavy beneath him. He needed to touch; he wanted to touch but
suspected that if he moved either of his hands he would fall flat on his face.
Severus placed one hand on Harry's back and with the other he eased a slicked-
up finger into Harry's opening. Harry gasped, more in surprise than pain. It
was just such a strange sensation to have something up there. Severus took his
time, twirling his finger around inside Harry until he nudged up against
something that had Harry howling and seeing stars.
"Oh, fuck! What was that? Oh, do that again!"
Severus obliged and this time Harry's whole body juddered and sort of half-
collapsed on the bed, his arms no longer supporting him. He blushed imagining
how he looked with his arse sticking up in the air like that. Needy, that's
probably what he looked like. And Severus knew what he needed. He removed his
finger and filled Harry's hole with the plug. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't as
soft as Severus' finger and it felt cold. There was no give to it, not like
with real flesh. "Okay?" Severus asked.
"Yeah. You were right, it didn't hurt."
"Good. I'm going to make it bigger now so you might feel a bit uncomfortable
for a while until you get used to it. I want you to wear it for a while."
"How long?" Harry asked.
"Just until we have some food. Do you think you can handle it for that long?"
Harry had no idea, but he had his word if things got too much, didn't he? "I'll
try, Master."
"Good boy, Harry."
Harry almost hummed at the praise. No one had ever called him a 'good boy'
before.
***
Severus was surprised that Harry had agreed to his plan so eagerly. That in
return for somewhere to stay he service Severus sexually and anyone else
Severus wanted him to. When Severus had first suggested it, he was half-hoping
to get Harry to see some sense and refuse outright. But Harry hadn't refused;
instead he had given all of himself to Severus, as if he wanted nothing more.
Maybe Harry was doing it for the sex. Merlin knew Severus had been enamoured of
any sort of sex when he was a teenager. Anyone, anywhere, he didn't care. Maybe
Harry was the same and didn't even care that it was Severus Snape, greasy git,
bat of the dungeons who would be providing it.
Severus was no fool. He knew full well how ugly he was, but he had other
talents that made up for it. When he was in bed with someone, they didn't care
what he looked like; they only cared what he could do. But now, watching Harry
on the bed, his arse in the air like an invitation, Severus knew he was no
longer hungry for food. He wanted him with a desperation that surprised him.
Part of it was sexual, that was true, but it was something else too. Harry was
powerful, probably more powerful than he himself knew and Severus wanted to
bind that power to him and only him. Being Harry's first lover would certainly
make the boy more amenable to Severus' suggestions. No longer would Severus be
at the beck and call of two powerful wizards, he would have a powerful wizard
of his own who would obey him. Harry Potter was young in years but the power
that Severus could sense coming from him was timeless, ancient. Primal. And it
could be his to harness, his to control.
"Master?" Harry asked in a quavering voice, angling his head around to look at
him. He looked flushed, nervous. The boy was delectable, a feast for the eyes.
Such smooth, unblemished skin. Severus could remain impassive no longer. He
reached out and caressed the silken skin of each buttock, hearing Harry whimper
as he did so, Harry's whole body trembling with need. Need that Severus had
instilled in him. Oh, yes, Harry Potter needed all right. He needed a good
fucking and Severus was just the person to give it to him. Severus twisted the
plug, aiming to hit Harry's prostate. Harry yowled like a tomcat when he found
it, the boy's hands twisting in the bedclothes. Already Severus was imagining
his cock in place of the plug. It was throbbing and rubbing against the placket
of his trousers.
"Lunch can wait," Severus said, hunger of a different sort consuming him now.
He wouldn't be able to eat anything until he'd finally taken the boy. Made the
boy his. "Lie down," Severus urged and was pleased to see Harry obey him at
once, lying flat on the bed. "I can't wait any longer. I need to have you now,
Harry."
"Yes!" Harry hissed, undulating his hips, as though he too wanted nothing
better. Severus started to remove the plug while his other hand lay splayed on
Harry's lower back. Not so much to keep him in place, just so that he could
touch that silken skin once more. Harry seemed unable to keep still, writhing
on the bed. "Don't come yet. I want to be inside you when you come."
"Master! Please, oh please! Let me! I'm so hard!"
"Not yet," Severus commanded. "Or are you disobeying a direct order?"
"No, sir. I'm sorry," Harry said, his voice muffled somewhat by the pillow his
head was on. Severus continued to remove the plug, noting that Harry had
stilled his hips and waited patiently until it was out. It seemed the brat
could obey orders as long as they were nothing to do with school lessons.
Severus discarded the plug but soon Harry's arse was being stretched by
Severus' oiled fingers. Despite the overwhelming need threatening to consume
him at any second, he truly did wish to make the first time pleasurable for
Harry. Severus tried to tell himself that he was being selfish about it; after
all he wanted Harry coming back for more, didn't he? But that didn't explain
the tenderness he was showing or the soft soothing noises he was making to ease
the boy, did it?
Harry mewled and keened as he was stretched, his channel clamping around
Severus' fingers as though never wanting to let them go. Severus growled low in
his throat as he imagined that sensation on his cock. He let go of Harry's back
to lift his wand and Banished his clothes, too impatient to undress now. "Are
you ready for more, Harry?" Severus asked when he had three fingers deeply
embedded in Harry's grasping hole.
"Yes, Master! Please! Fill me up!" Harry's words were little more than a harsh
rasp as he alternated between rutting against the mattress and arching back to
get those fingers deeper.
"Tell me what you want, Harry. You won't get it until you tell me." Severus
removed his fingers from Harry's arse with some difficulty, keen as it was to
keep them there.
"I want you to make love to me."
Severus paused in the act of slicking up his cock. Those weren't the words he
had been expecting to hear. He had expected to hear a request for a fuck, for a
cock in Harry's arse. Those he could do and do well. But making love? Severus
didn't think he'd ever made love in his life. Fucking and being fucked, yes.
But not love. Never love. Severus didn't even know if he'd be able to make the
distinction now. But he found he didn't have it in him to deny Harry what he
wanted.
"Very well, get back on your knees for me."
Instead of obeying this request, though, Harry turned around and lay flat on
his back on the bed, his erect cock bobbing from its nest of dark curls. "I
want to see you. Please. I need it this way."
"It might be more painful."
"I don't care." Harry nibbled on his bottom lip, making Severus want to soothe
the hurt away with his tongue, so he did. Harry wrapped his arms around
Severus' neck, keeping him there as they kissed and kissed. Severus didn't
usually like kissing so much, to him to was just a prelude to other more
exciting things, but with Harry, kissing was exciting, as were the little gasps
and noises he was making. But finally Severus had to pull away. "Enough." If he
didn't get inside Harry soon he was going to make a mess of their bodies like a
teenager himself.
Harry looked anxious then. "I want this. I want you," he said all in a rush.
"But - could you - could you go slowly? I've never - you know…" Harry
let his sentence trail off, his face flushed pink. Severus found it endearing,
not that he would admit that to anyone outside his own head. Of course he knew
Harry was a virgin, he'd been inside the brat's head enough times during those
blasted Occlumency lessons to realise that fact. But the fact that Harry had
admitted it and not put on some show of false macho bravado made something in
Severus' chest swell with an unidentifiable emotion. He refused to think it
might be his heart. Harry was looking at him with such trust in his eyes.
Severus had never been trusted, not completely like this. No other person had
ever trusted him before. The thought was more arousing than he would ever have
thought possible. "Lift your legs a bit, Harry. Feet flat on the bed, knees
bent. That's it, that's it."
Once Harry had moved into position, Severus knelt on the bed. He stretched him
for a few minutes more with fingers first, making sure to add some more
lubrication this time and waited until Harry was nearly howling with the need
to come. Then and only then did he push himself forward and ease his cock into
Harry's arse. There was a little resistance at first, but then he felt the
muscles give and he slid inside. Harry bucked and gasped for breath, his
fingers scrambling at the bedclothes again. His eyes were closed, but whether
his face was scrunched up in pleasure or pain, Severus wasn't sure. Harry's
cock had wilted slightly, but it wasn't soft by any means.
"Touch yourself, Harry. Make your cock hard. That will distract you from the
pain. Remember to breathe through it. I'll take it slow, all right?"
Harry nodded, his eyes fluttering open, startling Severus anew at how green
they were. Their hue was deeper than emerald, brighter than jade, a colour all
their own. Severus waited until Harry was stroking his cock in a steady rhythm
before he moved another inch forward. Harry's hole had loosened a bit now and
it seemed to welcome the breach rather than try to repel it. Inch by tortuous
inch Severus pushed his cock into that tight heat until he was fully seated
against Harry's arse, his balls slapping against Harry's arse cheeks.
Severus breathed deeply for a few seconds, letting Harry get used to the new
sensations, but soon it was as though neither of them could keep their hips
still. Harry's hand was flying so fast over his cock that it was nothing but a
blur. Severus waited until he was sure Harry was close before thrusting his
hips in the ancient rhythm.
Harry matched him stroke for stroke, arching his body upwards every time
Severus slammed back into him. "Harder!" Harry panted. "I can take it!"
"You can and you will," Severus promised and suited actions to the words,
pounding into Harry as if there was no tomorrow. The wooden headboard rattled
against the wall with the force of their exertions and he wondered vaguely if
the neighbours could hear them even through the Silencing Charms that enveloped
the whole house. "You'll take all of me and more, won't you, Harry? You'll take
everything I have."
"Yes! Yes!" Harry cried out again, wrapping his legs around Severus' waist and
drumming his heels on Severus' back, as though to get him to go faster. Severus
was getting impatient too, he pistoned his hips faster and faster as they
sought the peak. Harry got there first. "Ah! Ah! Sir, oh, sir!" He wailed as he
came, his buttocks clenching around Severus' prick and a in a few more seconds
Severus was following him into oblivion, coming long and deep within Harry's
body, his whole body wracked with aftershocks. "I love this! I love you!" Harry
said just as he'd finished spurting over his hand.
Severus didn't reply. He couldn't, for what could he say? Love was for other
people. It was never something he'd ever needed or wanted. Or at least that's
what he told himself.
"Lunch," Severus said as he lifted his wand and cast a cleaning charm over both
of them. And if he noticed that Harry's eyes looked a little glassy with unshed
tears at the abrupt change of subject, he ignored it. He wasn't a romantic.
Love was not a word he understood and it was not something he welcomed. If
Harry thought himself in love, then Severus would just have to dissuade him.
Severus Snape was only out for himself and it was time Harry realised that.
Harry wouldn't love him if Severus made good on his threat and shared him with
others, would he? Severus wondered how long it would take before Harry used his
word.
***
They got dressed in silence, Harry wishing he'd never spoken the word. How
could he have said that so soon? His whole body ached with unaccustomed pains,
but he tried to stoically ignore them just as Severus was ignoring what he'd
said. Maybe he could pass it off as just something he'd said in the heat of the
moment, but Harry knew that it would have been a lie. He was in love, but he
knew that it was useless to think that those feelings could ever be returned.
It was obvious Severus wanted his body, wanted sex, but Harry wasn't naïve
enough to think that Severus felt anything else for him but lust, just like all
those other men who had stared at him with such hunger. God, why couldn't he
just accept that it was just sex too? Every teenage boy's dream, wasn't it? Sex
for fun, no responsibility, no angsting over how the other person felt about
you. He was a fool.
Once Severus was dressed, he turned around. "Harry, what you said. It's not
surprising. I said the same thing my first time with someone, but all it means
is that you are confusing how good your body feels with the person giving you
that pleasure. It doesn't mean that you are in love. I don't do love."
Harry blinked a few stray tears away. Of course he'd known that before they
ever started this, but it didn't negate the disappointment he felt. But he
didn't care any more. He wanted Snape and if all he got was sex, then that's
what he would accept. "Yeah," he agreed, shrugging his shoulders, hoping to
appear nonchalant. Severus nodded and went downstairs.
Harry wondered if he'd left the room to avoid hearing Harry's heart break right
down the middle.
***
Two days later, both of them Polyjuiced as random Muggles, Severus took him
back to The Leaky Goblet. Harry didn't question his Master as he sought out the
owner and gained a key for room four. It was only once they were in the
relative privacy of the room that Harry asked the question that had been on his
mind once he realised where they were going. "Master, what are we doing here?"
"What do you think we're doing here? I'm not letting other men into my house.
Here, we're both anonymous."
Oh, God! So he had meant it. Harry was to be shared and Severus was going to
watch.
"Your first client is due in ten minutes. I suggest you get ready. Undress and
lie down on the bed. I'll let them know the ground rules. No one else will be
fucking you, Harry. Your arse is mine and mine alone. Don't forget that."
"Yes, Master," Harry said as he began to undress as slowly as he dared. He felt
sick with worry and fear but he refused to give into it. He would make his
Master proud, no matter who was on the other side of the door.
***
Oliver Wood liked to use wax. Harry never came during these sessions, he never
even got hard. He'd had too much pain in his life to find it even remotely
erotic, but Oliver never seemed to notice, too far gone in his own pleasure.
And because Oliver was on top of him, his Master couldn't see that Harry wasn't
hard. Harry wondered sometimes if it would even make any difference to Severus
at all. Oliver would thrust up against the hollow of Harry's hip, dripping
candle wax on Harry's chest until he finally came. Severus never allowed any of
the other men to fuck him during these sessions, something Harry was grateful
for, but he still disliked them and was only putting up with them because he
knew Severus liked watching him with the others.
***
Fred and George Weasley were into role-play. They liked to pretend they were
Muggle pirates and had captured Harry during a raid. Severus had conjured a
post in the middle of the bedroom to serve as a ship's mast and they tied a
naked Harry to it, his arms high above his head, his ankles spread wide.
Severus sat in a chair, directly across from Harry, his robes long discarded,
the fly of his trousers open, fisting his cock as he watched George give Harry
a blow-job and get rimmed from behind by Fred. Harry normally came when he was
with Fred and George, but he knew it wasn't from anything that the twins
themselves had done. It was the possessive lust in Severus' disguised eyes that
had Harry screaming his release down George's throat as Severus came all over
his own hand and clothes.
***
Kingsley Shacklebolt liked to use a whip on Harry's back while Harry lay face-
down on the bed. It never aroused Harry in the least and he just bit his lips
to keep from crying out in pain until it was over. Kingsley normally thrust
against Harry's buttocks until he came, but one time he tried to fuck Harry
with the handle of the whip and Severus put a stop to that session, even before
Harry managed to get his word out. Kingsley never turned up again.
***
Stan Shunpike liked to be spanked. He wanted to lie across Harry's lap and be
spanked on his bare arse until he came in a rush of heat against Harry's bare
leg. Harry hated doing it even more than he hated pain being inflicted on him.
He hated inflicting pain of any sort, but Stan seemed to enjoy it and so did
Severus. There was always a gleam in his eye when he watched them together.
Harry knew it might only be a matter of time before Severus wanted to spank him
and Harry didn't know whether he was dreading that scenario or eagerly looking
forward to it.
***
Charlie Weasley liked dress Harry up in frilly dresses and lacy underwear
before dangling Harry on his knee and telling him stories. Charlie would fondle
Harry through the layers of frills and lace until Harry came, soiling the
clothes, calling him a good girl all the while. Charlie himself never wanted
anything in return, he was never hard and never came, but he always made sure
that he made Harry come. Harry wasn't sure whether he was relieved or worried
about that. Whenever Charlie left Severus would fuck Harry while he still wore
the frilly dress. Harry knew Severus liked to see him in girls' clothes, but he
was always surprised at the forceful way he fucked him while wearing them.
Severus was never gentle but he always managed to make Harry come again in such
a short while, his cock pressing up against layers of petticoats.
And every time the men left and the clink of money changed hands, Harry's heart
broke just a little bit more.
***
Then there came a day when Harry had no option but to use his word. Every few
days, one of the 'regulars' as Harry liked to think of them, was usually in the
bedroom waiting for him and Severus, but one day there was an unexpected person
in the bedroom. Harry had been hoping it might be Fred and George today, for
they never hurt him. But there, standing by the bed, his grey eyes darkened
with lust was none other than Draco Malfoy.
Harry's whole body tensed. How could Severus do this to him? Didn't he know
that the antagonism between the two of them was no act?
"Kitten," Harry gasped out. "Kitten. Get him out! Get him out!" He was feeling
lightheaded with the thought that Draco would be anywhere near him.
Severus stood and shook his head. "Sorry, Mr. Malfoy. My pet said no."
"But you're his Master! You can just order him to do it!" Draco protested.
"No," Severus said sternly. "No means no. Now, get out."
Draco glared at both of them before turning on his heel and stalking out. Harry
sank to the floor and hung his head in his hands. It was the first time he'd
ever used his word and he wasn't sure what was making him feel more upset: the
fact that by using it he'd disappointed his Master or the fact that Severus had
thought he'd want to have sex with Draco Malfoy of all people!
"Oh, God!" Harry moaned. "He'll tell all the Slytherins! It'll be round the
whole school!"
Severus knelt down beside him and took Harry's hands away from his face. "He
can't, Harry. The brothel is charmed and we're both Polyjuiced, he doesn't
know. He can’t tell anyone else what has taken place here today. I
thought you liked him," Severus said softly. "That you'd want this."
"Are you mad? Malfoy! I hate him; I don't want him anywhere near me!"
"And the others? What about them? Do you want them?"
Harry' silence was answer enough.
"Why didn't you use your word? I would have honoured it, Harry. I swear to
you."
"I don't know. I was scared that if I did you wouldn't want to be with me any
more. And I can't lose you, I can't!"
"Harry, I'm not going anywhere. But it upsets me that you didn't trust me to
use your word with me. How was I supposed to stop it if you don't tell me you
don't like it? You can't just do things just to please me. You need to be happy
too." Severus pinched the bridge of his nose, as if he had a headache. "Harry,
when we started this, I admit I was in it for the sex. But as time has gone on,
I've realised that it isn't just sex. Not with you. I was jealous when I saw
you with the others, even if I was aroused too. I didn't want you to like it. I
wanted you to use your word and stop it, but you never did. I was pushing your
boundaries, but you never seemed to have any. Even when Kingsley whipped you,
you just lay there and took it. I thought you were enjoying it on some level."
Harry shook his head "I hated it, Severus. I hated being with the others. I
only want you, no one else. I only went with the others because I thought
that's what you wanted."
"I'm sorry, Harry. Sorry you had to go through that. But you should have told
me how you were feeling."
"I'm sorry too. I should have told you or used my word sooner, shouldn't I?"
"Yes, Harry, you should. But I'm at fault too for not stopping it when I began
to suspect you didn't like it. Shall we try this again? Just the two of this
time, no one else?"
"Will you still be my Master?"
"Do you still wish to do that?"
"Yes, I like knowing that you will look after me and protect me."
Severus hugged him fiercely. "I promise you, Harry. No one will ever touch you
without your permission ever again."
"You'll have to punish me, won't you, Master? For not using my word."
"And what do you think your punishment should be, brat?"
"I think you should spank me." Harry knew it was something Severus wanted,
although he himself was a bit ambivalent about it. But it would hardly be a
punishment if it was something he liked, would it?
"Very well, but you must use your word if it gets too much, Harry. I insist on
it."
"I promise, Master," Harry said solemnly. He wouldn't let his Severus down
again.
Severus stood up and pulled the wooden chair out from the corner of the
bedroom. He sat down on it and crossed one leg over the other at the knee.
"Strip for me, pet. Slowly. I want to see you made bare."
"Yes, sir," Harry replied, his cock throbbing against the zip of his shorts.
Severus sat as stiff and straight-backed as the chair itself, but Harry could
see the first faint flush of arousal reddening his cheeks. Harry didn't have
any shoes on, he'd already removed them, but he did have socks on as his feet
tended to get cold even in the summer. He tugged them off before removing
anything else, not wanting to end up in the embarrassing position of being
naked but for a pair of socks.
Harry had never done a striptease for Severus before and it was strange how
liberating it felt. Before he'd done it, Harry thought he might have felt a bit
vulnerable undressing in front of a fully dressed Severus. But instead, it made
him feel powerful. Severus' attention was focused solely on him now, just how
Harry wanted it. There was no one else to spoil it anymore. Harry pulled up the
hem of his t-shirt just enough so that a small sliver of his abdomen was
visible before letting it drop down once more. Harry did the same thing over
and over again, but increasing the amount of skin shown each time until he gave
Severus what he hoped was a tantalising glimpse of nipples.
Severus' control snapped. "Enough! Just get those bloody clothes off and get
over here!"
Harry grinned as he obeyed, shucking the rest of his clothes in record time.
His prick was standing out almost horizontal to his body, pointing straight at
Severus as if it knew who exactly its Master was. Harry's cock was already
leaking precome from the slit and he was glad of the arousal, hoping it would
go some way to help him with the imminent pain.
"Where do you want me, sir?" Harry asked shyly, his hands behind his back, his
head lowered in the submissive pose he knew Severus loved.
"Across my lap." Severus let his leg drop and widened both of them slightly, an
unmistakable bulge in the middle of his groin. Harry swallowed audibly and got
into position, his legs dangling behind him, his arms in front. He gripped the
legs of the chair for balance, feeling precarious just lying on Severus' lap
like that.
"Count them."
That was all the warning Harry had before the first smack landed hard on his
buttocks. He gasped in pain, but it wasn't as painful as he'd been expecting.
It was nothing like being hit with the belt like Vernon used to do. "O-one!"
The second blow landed exactly in the same position as the first, making
Harry's eyes water and his arse sting. "T-t t-two! Two!"
Three and four landed in such quick succession that he forgot to shout out the
number for the fourth one. "That's an extra one for losing count," Severus said
sternly. "Pay attention!"
Harry remembered for the next two. By the time the seventh smack landed on his
bum, he realised that his arousal hadn't diminished in the least and that each
time he heard the whistle of air before Severus' hand came down, his body was
actually arching up to anticipate the next smack. Harry could hardly believe
it. He was enjoying it; he was enjoying pain.
"Eight! Eight!" Harry was sobbing now, tears dripping beneath his glasses. His
arse was on fire and he wasn't sure he could take much more. He was rocking his
body almost unconsciously against Severus' leg, trying to get more friction on
his cock. With every spank, his cock jolted with pleasure, as if they were
connected somehow. Pain and pleasure mingled, something that had never happened
before and Harry found himself almost floating, as if he was somewhere else and
looking down on the scene rather than being in it. "Don't you dare come on my
trousers!" Severus warned as his hand landed on the crease where Harry's thighs
met his arse. Harry wailed and tried to stop rubbing his cock against the rough
material of Severus' clothes, but it was difficult. He wanted to come so badly!
Harry had forgotten the tally again, feeling so out of it. "F-fourteen?" he
queried hopefully.
"That was twelve. Two more for forgetting again."
By the time Severus reached twenty, Harry couldn't take any more. His arse and
thighs were throbbing, almost in time with the pulse in his cock. If Severus
gave him just one more smack, Harry was afraid he'd either scream or come and
he didn't want another punishment so soon. If he came without permission,
that's what would happen.
"Kitten! Kitten!" Harry cried out, feeling like damp washing that had just been
put through a mangle. His arms ached where he'd been gripping the chair legs
and his legs were shaking.
The next time Severus' hand touched his arse, it was to caress the heated skin,
not to spank it. "You've been such a good boy today, Harry. I'm so proud of
you." Severus twisted around in the chair and Harry could hear him rummaging in
the drawer of the bedside cabinet. A few moments later, Severus' fingers were
liberally spreading a cooling gel on Harry's abused skin. Harry hissed in
pleasure and arched his back like a cat stretching in warm sunshine. Harry
didn't move otherwise, he didn't try to come, for he knew if Severus wanted him
to come he would said so.
Severus rubbed the salve on his skin in soothing circles until most of the pain
was gone, but not all of it. "I want you to feel it," Severus said softly.
"Yes, Master."
"And since you've been so good, I think you deserve a treat too." Severus moved
his hand, still covered with the gel and it curled around Harry's cock like a
glove. Harry sighed as the pleasure washed over him in waves. Tears were still
falling unchecked down his cheeks as Severus stroked him softly, as if making
up for the pain he'd just inflicted on Harry's arse. Harry moved languidly to
match Severus' strokes and all too soon he was there, shattering like an ice-
sculpture in Severus' capable hands. Harry cried out as he came, bathing
Severus' hand in drops of pearl, feeling the world dwindle and fade to black.
"Harry? Are you all right?"
Harry opened his eyes and realised at once that they were no longer at The
Leaky Goblet; he was on their bed back at Spinner's End. Home with his Master.
"Yes, Master. Did I faint?" Harry asked wonderingly.
"Briefly, but I thought it best to get you home before the Polyjuice wore off."
"Thank you."
Severus sat down on the edge of the bed and took Harry's hand in his, before
bringing Harry's fingers up to his mouth and kissing them. "Are you sure you're
all right?"
Harry nodded, feeling his heart swell with the knowledge that Severus cared for
him in some way. It might not be love. It might never be love, but it was
something and Harry wanted to keep it. "I'm just a bit worried," Harry
admitted.
"About what?"
"Malfoy. What he might do when we're back to school."
"But he doesn't know it was you in the brothel," said Severus. "Why would he do
anything to you?"
"Maybe because I got his father sent to prison? I know he blames me for that.
And sometimes - sometimes I see him looking at me."
"In what way?"
"I think you know what way, Severus. I've noticed a lot of men doing it and not
just when I'm Polyjuiced as a whore."
"Don't use that word!" Severus snapped.
"But it's true, isn't it? Those men paid you to use me. What else was I?"
Severus didn't answer. Harry didn't want to argue and wished he'd never spoken,
but on the other hand he was glad to get it off his chest. "Well, you won't be
doing that anymore," Severus said firmly. "And no one knows it was you. As for
the Draco problem I might have a solution." Severus got up from the bed and
rummaged in the desk by the window. He returned bearing a rather ragged-looking
book.
"This was my copy when I was at Hogwarts. You'll be using it this year. I'd
like you to have mine as a gift." Severus riffled through the pages and
stopped. "Ah, here we are. This might come in handy."
Harry took the proffered book from Severus' hands and saw the cramped
handwriting in the margins. Handwriting that he knew very well from years of
Potions. For Enemies it said and underneath there was the name of a spell.
Sectumsempra
"Thank you." Harry clutched the book to his chest, knowing now that Draco
Malfoy would never get the better of him ever again.
Severus had just made sure of that.
THE END
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