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Teacher\'s Pet	By : EmxxoPet Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 48733 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter Two

Severus applied himself to the task with the single-minded precision he brought to brewing a potion. The quill was comfortable in his hand, although he had been holding it for quite some time now so his fingers were starting to cramp up in tension. And he had no complaints about the surface on which he drew, for it was smooth, but expansive, and seemed to suck the ink from his quill with a thirsty vengeance. It was no matter really; it just meant that Severus had to fill his quill’s reservoir with ink more frequently than usual.

It was quite a pleasant experience to ink his quill; he would have to remember this set up for the future. It would certainly come in handy around the holidays when he was penning his annual good tidings and responding to gifts with polite thank you notes.

Yes, Severus thought as he slipped his quill into his inkpot once more, he would definitely be doing this again.

The situation had come about rather unexpectedly after what had started out as a pretty standard bondage session evolved into a more practical pastime. His pet had lain across his desk, as ordered, remaining perfectly still as Severus restrained each of his limbs to the four legs of the desk. Once secured, Severus had pulled his pet’s cock out from under him, then back until it slapped wetly against the side of the desk. It had been too pretty to resist, lying there unprotected and on display against the deep mahogany. So, Severus had taken another length of rope and decorated it up nicely, securing his pet’s balls in a tight embrace, and wrapping around the base of his cock, until it turned a beautiful shade of deep blushing pink. Then since a great deal of rope still remained, Severus had pulled the length taunt and secured it with a sticking charm to the dungeon floor. The end result was quite enchanting and would provide a constant burning pull to his pet’s dear genitalia.

The quill he’d liberated from the stand on his desk, though his original intent had only been to tease the feather against his pet’s tight sac. But Severus had quickly tired of that game, and instead begun running the tip of his quill against his pet’s back. While doing so he discovered that there was still a bit of ink in the reservoir and that he’d unintentionally marred his pet’s skin with a long squiggling black line. The dark black against pale, stretched skin was entirely too fetching to resist.

Severus was not much of an artist, but he was also not entirely unfamiliar with the concept of beauty. He’d made many detailed drawings of potions ingredients, or observations in his journal over the years and he had nothing but the highest standard of expectations for his work. So Severus had applied himself diligently, beginning with the space between his pet’s shoulder blades and working downward.

After a time he’d become annoyed with misplacing his inkpot and while eyeing his pet’s pert backside he had come up with a devious solution. It was but the work of two spells to first collect a test tube from his classroom supplies and to transfer the ink from the short, squat pot to the long glass tube. A third spell coated the outside of the glass in a thin lubrication, making it perfectly easy to slip between his pet’s rosy cheeks and into his hot little hole.

Severus had expected to need a stabilizing or balancing charm to keep the ink from spilling from his pet’s anus, but he’d been pleasantly proud to discover that not a drop had spilled yet. His pet had remained perfectly still, even keeping his breathing shallow and even, so as not to disturb Severus’ work.

Who would have known that Harry Potter would be such a patient and good boy?

Now, Severus had been at his work for quite some time, his pet’s back was almost entirely covered in a swirling pattern of snakes and vines all with the a common ‘S’ motif. It was perhaps a bit prideful to decorate his pets back with his own initials, but it did make for a beautiful display.

His ink started to run out when he started shading in a rather expansive cluster of ivy. Smiling to himself, Severus slipped his quill between his pet’s cheeks, seeking out the hole between them. The glass test tube held his pet open nicely, and the three centimeter wide diameter made it comfortable fit for his quill to sneak inside.

Severus dipped his quill in deeply, seeking out the bottom of the tube, he’d used up a great deal of ink already, there likely wasn’t a great amount left. After allowing a moment for his quill to take the ink into the reservoir, he pulled the quill up, but only slightly. Then he tapped against the sides of the glass to distribute the ink evenly, and enjoyed the pleasure of hearing his pet moan aloud at the vibrating feeling filling his arse.

“Nearly finished, pet,” said Severus as he removed the quill. “Just a few minutes more.” Feeling particularly wicked however, Severus then reached down and tugged against the binding that pulled Harry’s cock away from his body and watched as his pet whimpered at the sudden unexpected pain.

The shading took longer than he expected, requiring another two more trips to the inkwell before Severus was satisfied. He stepped back to admire his work, pleased with the overall result that left very few white spaces on his pet’s back. He bent over his pet once more and signed his work with a flourishing signature that covered his pet’s entire left buttock.

Finished, he returned his quill to it’s proper place, placed a cork in the makeshift inkwell, still sticking out from his pets behind, and pulled the tube gently from the confines of his pet’s arse. He examined the tube after the extraction, finding it still sticky from the lubrication, but otherwise clean. And he’d been right, there was only a small amount of ink remaining in the tube, he’d used up all the rest on his masterpiece.

Severus set the corked tube of ink aside and looked down at the display before him. His pet’s arse had closed tightly again, but his cock and balls were still stretched so nicely away from his body. With one outstretched finger, Severus reached out to touch the taunt, shiny skin of Harry’s tight balls. His pet made a sort of whining noise in response, but did not wriggle away from him. Amused, Severus continued to stroke the tight skin, running one finger up and down the tied sac. When he applied his nail to the equation, Harry finally gave up his stiff pose and attempted to pull away from the teasing finger.

It was a move that was immediately regretted, for as Harry moved his body away from Severus’ finger, it also caused a vicious strain on the rope that was still wrapped around his cock and balls.

“Careful, pet,” admonished Severus. Then with a light chuckle he resumed the gentle teasing. This time his pet did not pull away, but kept up a constant wiggle in a vain attempt to escape the attention being paid to his tied off sac.

After several minutes Severus stopped petting and scratching the smooth skin, and instead began rubbing an entire hand over the effected area. He squeezed gently, fishing for the pleading moans that were released from his pet’s mouth as he began his begging.

“Oh, please, Sir, please, please, please…” Harry wouldn’t be crying, Severus knew, but he’d be close.

Ignoring the pleas, Severus massaged the taunt sac until the skin looked nearly bruised. Sometimes he toyed with pulling his pet’s balls further from his body, and sometimes he pushed them back tight against his pet’s arse. After a time though, he became restless with the activity and moved his hand down to Harry’s swollen, red cock.

Harry’s erection had only faded slightly, due to the onslaught of pain from the treatment of his balls. But Severus knew it had been a treatment his pet enjoyed, a knowledge that was validated by the way his pet’s groans turned to moans as he begged for more.

“Tell me what you want, pet. You have already been such a good boy tonight,” said Severus as he alternately tugged and squeezed his pet’s cock.

“More, Sir, please!”

“More what?” Severus gave a particularly vicious tug to his pet’s cock. He’d been trying to work with Harry on being more vocal about expressing himself. The moans he had already received were beautiful, but Severus wanted more than a hastily repeated ‘please’ when he was playing with his pet. It was an added benefit that Harry found talking dirty humiliating.

But instead of answering his pet just whined loudly.

As punishment, Severus removed his hand entirely and stepped away.

“No! More, Master, please!” his pet thrashed in his bonds widely, perhaps predicting that Severus would leave him trusted up and ready to burst. The reaction was not unprecedented, there had been many times Severus had edged his pet just to the brink of orgasm, only to walk away and resume their play after he’d enjoyed a cup of tea or a chapter in his book.

“You’re going to have to tell me then,” said Severus. His own cock was painfully swollen in his trousers, walking away and leaving his pet to stew was not an option for tonight.

Harry made a small whispering noise that Severus couldn’t quite catch.

“What was that, pet?”

A deep sigh then a low humiliated; “Hurt me, Sir.”

Severus smiled widely. He knew Harry had a pain kink, it was one of the reasons they got on so well together; Severus had a bit of a sadistic streak himself. But it was still gratifying to hear the words spoken aloud.

Almost in opposition to his pet’s wishes, Severus laid a hand against his pet’s arse and caressed him gently. “And how do you want me to hurt you pet?”

A long silence passed during which Severus reached both hands to softly massage his pet’s lower back. He really was proud of the boy for remaining in such a difficult position for so long. It could not have been comfortable to spend hours bound flat against his desk.

“Spank me, Sir?”

At that Severus hands stilled on his pet’s back. Occasionally he smacked his Harry’s arse as a punishment, but he hadn’t been aware that it was something the young man particularly enjoyed. He was much more fond of the more localized pain of clamps, stretching or having painful attention paid to his genitalia. However, Severus could not deny the jump his cock gave in his trousers at the request. Spanking was a practice Severus found delightful, and that he hadn’t realized he’d been missing from this relationship.

“Very well, pet,” he answered, barely able to contain his delight at the thought. “Then a spanking you will get.”

Severus considered his pet’s position, bent over the desk, with the beautiful faux tattoo covering his muscled back. It was perfect for a spanking, and the position provided the added benefit of exposing his pet’s tortured cock and balls for attention as well. However, he generally preferred the intimacy of administering a spanking with his partner lying across his lap.

Finally he decided that the position his pet was already in was simply too good to waste.

He chose his implement with care, passing over the ruler that sat on his desk, and the choice of his own hand. Instead he chose one of the flat, circular, wooden spoons his students used to stir their potions. Although after tonight it would never touch a cauldron again.

Building up the suspense, he slapped the spoon against his own hand to test its bite, experimenting with different forces. The loud crack of wood against skin screamed through the otherwise quiet room, and his pet bounced in anticipation. Once he was satisfied with his instrument and his ability to handle it, Severus began by rubbing the smooth spoon against his pet’s arse. He started in a circular motion until he had covered every inch, even pushing between his pet’s cheeks and pushing the too large head gently against his pet’s hole.

Beneath him, Harry whined and shifted anxiously, waiting for the first blow.

“Ask me for it again.”

“Hit me, Sir, please.” This time his pet did not hesitate.

Severus smiled, pulled back his arm and applied the first cracking smack to the left cheek of his pet’s arse.

Harry howled, perhaps he hadn’t been expecting Severus to hit so hard. Refusing to give his pet long enough to think, Severus pulled his arm back and delivered another two harsh blows. After that he applied a number of taps, almost no harder than a caress before throwing in another harsh smack. Ironically, his pet whimpered the loudest through the gentler blows, perhaps finding the anticipation tenser than the action itself.

As Severus continued the spanking he pulled his own cock from his robes, trousers and pants, and sighed in relief as his hot organ was released into the blissful cold of the dungeons. He stroked himself in time to his pet’s whimpers and steadily increased the weight of his blows.

Harry’s arse was turning a beautiful shade of pink, though he was sure that he was not even hitting hard enough to leave a bruise.

Although he was enjoying the activity, his arm was hurting and his cock was aching for attention. It was also obvious that his pet’s cock was feeling particularly abandoned. Even tied down as it was, Severus watched as it jumped and pulsed with each delivered spanking. Clearly, his pet was enjoying this far more than Severus would have thought.

Feeling a bit fiendish, Severus pressed the wooden spoon against his pet’s burning arse and caressed down to his pet’s restrained balls. At the first contact of the spoon against his sac, his pet whimpered delightfully. But before he could protest, Severus had already begun delivering a series of measured, but light taps against the taunt skin of his balls.

His pet was practically screaming now, his whole body attempting to jump away from the punishing spoon. Severus watched the strain in his pet’s shoulder as he tried to push himself off the desk, and away from Severus without adding tension to the rope that still pulled his cock away from his body.

For all he did enjoy causing his pet pain, Severus didn’t really want to hurt him. After all there was a fine line between painful pleasure and true pain. And besides, Severus was all too aware that his own cock was pulsing in his palm, begging for release.

With barely another thought, Severus dropped the spoon to the floor and stood at the edge of his desk between Harry’s outstretched legs. Then with one hand he caressed the hot muscle of his pet’s burning arse while with the other he positioned his own cock between his pet’s cheeks.

Both pet and Master groaned aloud at the first contact. The skin of his pet’s arse cheeks was hot and slick with sweat around Severus’ cock and with every thrust, his balls pressed tightly against his pet’s own restrained cock and balls. The pressure was likely maddening to his pet’s tied organ, but the tight skin of his pet’s sac felt smooth and so satisfying against Severus’ own cock.

As he rocked against his Harry’s backside, Severus traced the marks he’d left on his pet’s arse, and eventually began using both hands to massage his pet’s arse, pushing the fleshy muscle tighter against his own erection. Occasionally the head of his cock caught against his pet’s tight little hole, causing Harry to jump in anticipation of something that never came. But Severus was in no mind to prepare or impale his pet, his mind was already too far gone in lust as he rocked against his pet’s body and in no time at all he was coming on his pet’s back and arse, shooting across the carefully drawn designs.

In a haze Severus leaned over his pet and traced his tongue along the black snake that decorated his pet’s shoulder. In response his pet moaned and arched his shoulders into Severus’ attention. His hips continued to rock gently against his pet although his cock was soft and sated between the cheeks of Harry’s arse. Slowly, Severus became aware of the sticky mess that was likely pressing into his starched robes, and that his pet was still wiggling hopelessly beneath him awaiting his own release.

He pulled back when he was sure he could stand on his own two legs again, and looked down to see his soft cock resting gently on top of his pet’s tied cock. He took his sensitive organ in hand and rubbed it against his pet’s red balls, decorating it in streaks of sticky wetness. It was a beautiful sight, and if he were fifteen years younger he likely would have gotten hard again. Instead he let his sated cock drop against his trousers, not bothering to put it away for the time being, and set about releasing his pet from his bondage.

Severus started by removing the bonds from his pet’s arms and legs and as he worked he stroked his pet and whispered soothing words to him.

“Such a good pet you are,” he hissed against Harry’s ear as he nuzzled the boy’s cheek. He laid a soft kiss on Harry’s nose. “You have made me very happy tonight, laying so still and not complaining even once.”

When his pet’s hands were released, Severus helped him to slide back on the desk until he was standing on shaking legs. Knowing that he likely would not be able to hold his own weight for a time, Severus encouraged his pet to lean on his shoulders as he bent down and removed the sticking charm from the rope that still pulled his pet’s cock towards the floor. When it was released his pet’s cock bounced rapidly upward, causing his pet to whine loudly and fall heavily into Severus’ arms.

Severus smiled and gathered his pet into his arms. He loved how much bigger he was than his pet. Although Harry was in his early twenties and fully grown, he was several inches shorter than Severus and had retained his slim seeker’s build so that it was if he weighed nothing at all. Severus was sure he had cauldrons heaver than Harry and therefore had almost no difficulty cradling his pet against his chest, taking on his weight, and carrying him over to the desk chair.

“Sit in my lap, pet,” said Severus and they arranged themselves so that his Harry was sitting on his lap, between his legs, so that Severus’ penis rested against the boy’s naked arse.

“Do you want to come now?” Severus asked as he reached around his pet’s body and toyed with the rope that still restrained Harry’s genitalia.

“Please, Sir,” his pet whimpered.

“Hands around my neck now.”

Harry reached back and wrapped both hands around the back of Severus’ neck, leaving an open invitation to his body.

There was no way that his pet could come with the rope restricting his balls so. Carefully, and mindful not to hurt Harry, Severus untied and unwound the rope and massaged his pet’s purple and swollen sac when it was finally released from its confines. The return of blood to his cock was equally painful, and his pet’s arms tightened around his neck as he fought against the sensation. However, his cock did not wilt once in the process.

“Tell me what you want, pet?” Severus encouraged as he began touching the over sensitized cock of his pet. He wanted to hear his normally stoic pet come undone, wanted to hear the soft commands that would lead to his pet’s release.

“Touch me, please, Sir.”

“Like this?” asked Severus as he wrapped one hand around the base of his pet’s cock and stroked upward.

“Yes!” Harry hissed. “Faster, Sir.”

Severus worked his hand faster, as instructed and watched the gentle rise and fall of his pet’s chest as he panted towards his release.

“My balls—touch my balls, too.”

“Sir,” Severus reminded his pet, though he would not punish him for being so caught in the moment. Instead he used his free hand to gently kneed Harry’s balls as he pumped his cock.

“Oh more, Sir, more, harder, faster!”

Harry was coming undone, wiggling madly in his lap, enough to start waking up Severus’ soft cock where it rubbed against Harry’s arse. There was no restraint in his pet’s movement’s or cries, nothing left of the silent and still boy who had let Severus draw on him for hours.

Severus moaned with his pet as he pumped the cock in his hands, faster and harder just as he’d been begged to do. Then finally when it was clear his pet could take no more, Severus bent his head and licked the skin along his pet’s ear, nibbling and tasting the skin he found there.

“Come for your Master, pet,” he whispered just as he ran a thumb over the sensitive tip of his pet’s cock.

Harry thrust wildly in his lap, his whole body jerking with the force of the orgasm that tore through his body. The cock in Severus’ hand swelled and pulsed, and with careful precision, Severus directed the stream across his pet’s own body. Then all at once his pet collapsed into Severus’ arms, and the hands that had been tangled around the back of Severus’ neck, loosened enough for his pet to run his fingers soothingly through the hair at the back of Severus’ neck.

Now was a time for care and caressing, and slowly Severus brought his pet back as he stroked his body and kissed the skin at the side of his neck. In between licks and kisses Severus praised Harry; for laying so still for so long, for allowing Severus unrestricted access to his body, for not crying once even as Severus had tortured his cock and balls, for trusting him not to hurt him when he was trussed up on the desk. Some of what Severus praised Harry for was expected, part of the list of reasons that drew the two of them together. But Severus felt the boy deserved the praise nonetheless. He knew was not always the nicest of Masters, and he also knew that he had been gifted with something special in this relationship.

As Severus talked he once again rocked his cock against his pet’s arse. He’d become hard watching his pet come all over his flat, athletic stomach, and the sight of the still pink and tortured cock between his pet’s legs was far too stimulating to ignore. However, he waited until he felt his pet had regained enough composure before ordering him back to his knees.

Obligingly, although he must have been exhausted and stiff, Harry slid to the ground and settled himself between Severus’ spread legs.

His pet did not have to do a thing but sit between his legs, his arse resting back on his feet, with his knees outstretched to give an unrestricted view of his tortured genitalia. The complete trust on his pet’s face was one of the sexiest things Severus could remember seeing and was what Severus thought about more than anything else as he stroked himself to completion.

When he came, it was bent forward in his chair, his cock aimed directly at his pet’s open and hopeful face. His come decorated the last pure plains of his pet’s body, dripping across one eye, and his pet’s cheek, his hair, and even his slightly parted lips.

With a deeply satisfied sigh Severus reached a thumb out and wiped the come from the lashes of his pet’s eye and fed it to him by sticking the digit between softly sucking lips.

“This is where you belong, pet,” he told him as he enjoyed the suction on his thumb. “On your knees, thoroughly used, and covered in your Master’s come.”

His pet released his thumb and bent his body forward between Severus’ legs until his upper body was resting in Severus’ lap. Uninvited, but not unwelcome, Harry arched up to capture Severus’ lips in a kiss. He could taste his own come on his pet’s tongue as he sucked it into his mouth. The kiss was lazy, and undemanding, with both of them simply pressing and sucking against the other.

Then his pet pulled back and smiled up at him, with come drying on his cheek and said; “Thank you, Master.”
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