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Pandora's Box - COMPLETE	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30646 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disoriented for a moment, Harry felt himself sway on his feet. The realization that this was happening became too much. He felt dizzy and light headed. He felt warm hands guiding him to sit down, a ice cold glass of water placed in his hands.

“Harry, are you ok?” a sweet voice enquired. Harry returned to himself, the dizziness passing. Shocked to find himself in some sort of dungeon type room, the beat of the music still loud but muted slightly by the thick walls. His mind racing, catching brief lyrics that echoed through the stone.

~ don’t pretend you’re not fucking freaky baby~

~I will spank that ass just for fun~

The grunts and moans assaulting his ears, his cock responding. Twitching and firming almost immediately. The sound of sex everywhere in the place. Miss Raven was kneeling in front of him, unaffected by her surroundings.

“Are you ok?” she asked again, concern evident this time.

Harry found himself smiling, the pulse of the place had seeped into him, The thud of the melody, the moans adding to the music. She read his face, standing up to smile down at him.

“The Verliesmeister will see you shortly.”

“The what?” Harry knew that she had used a German word but had no clue what it meant.

“He’s prefers Sir or Master.” With that she left Harry sitting alone in the cool dungeon.

The room screamed master and slave to Harry. Paddles, whips and various other devices hung from the walls. A large bed covered with what appeared to be black rubber sheets, they seemed to glow in the torch light. Every wall had a huge burning torch, though they did nothing to the temperature of the room. Harry swallowed a large lump in his throat when he was the greeted by the vision of manacles hanging from the ceiling.

A noise behind him alerted him to the presence of someone else in the room. Taking a calming breath, Harry slowly turned. Determined not to show that he was trembling with fear and excitement. He almost whimpered when he saw the man standing in the room.

Tall, over six foot at least. Broad and muscular, tattoos adorning both of his arms, a large snake bisecting his chest and wrapping itself around his neck. The tight leather trousers leaving nothing to imagination, Harry found his mouth beginning to water at the thought of wrapping his lips around what appeared to an immense cock. His body shaking when he looked into the man’s dark almost granite eyes, the leather mask obscuring most of his features. Harry could only clearly see his eyes and thin severe looking lips.

The man’s cool calculating gaze crept over Harry making him shiver. The dark eyes practically stripping him with a glance. A deep slightly raspy voice echoed through the chamber.

“Safe word?”

Harry having remembered something he had read, scramble to recall the word he had set himself the night before.

“Phoenix.” Harry was surprised by the shakiness in his speech.

The man merely looked at him, making no comment about the word. He walked around Harry as if appraising him.

“Strip.”

Harry stood shocked, annoyed at being ordered around by a complete stranger.

“I said Strip!” the tone harsher this time.

With a huff, Harry started to take off his shirt. Fingers fumbling with his buttons, avoiding the predatory look in the man’s stare. The silence was unnerving, Harry opened his mouth to speak.

“I..” the sentence cut off by fingers yanking his hair painfully. His face right in front of the dark man’s. His breath ghosting over Harry’s face, the fingers tugging, snagging hair at the roots.

“Listen to me, do as you’re told.” spit flecked Harry’s cheek as the man raised his voice.

The fingers let go, pushing Harry away with a look of disgust the man walked away. Sitting himself on a high-backed leather chair. Harry bristled with anger, thoroughly pissed at the man. With annoyed jerky movements he stripped off his clothes, discarding them all over the floor.

“Pick them up.” the man ordered with a bored tone.

Huffing with indignation, Harry picked up each item of clothing. Dropping one of them when he heard the man’s increased breath as Harry bent over in front of him. Mortified Harry shot up, face flaming surmising that the man had just had a clear view of everything.

The amused light shining in the man’s eyes confirming Harry’s thoughts.

“Put the clothes on the other chair, then stand in front of me.”

His whole body vibrating as he placed his clothes on the chair and walked towards the man. The need to cover himself still lingering, Harry having to force himself not to respond. Stopping just in front of the man, breath frozen when he noticed the man’s obvious arousal. Long and thick pushing against the shiny black leather of his trousers. The man looked Harry up and down, gesturing with his hand for him to turn around. Harry nearly refusing, the tingly on his scalp reminding him not to resist.

“Bend over.” Harry stumbled, his back to the man.

If I bend he’ll see everything

“Bend over.” the tone brooking no argument.

Taking a huge lungful of air, Harry bent over. The air cool on his exposed arsehole, his balls tightened.

“Put your hands on your ankles, that’s right clasp them.” the excitement in his tone making Harry want to moan.

“Good boy.” a hand patted his arse. Harry surged forward nearly tipping up, fingers digging into his ankles as he righted himself.

A hard slick pressure at the tight ring of muscle made a small whimper escape. The hand slapped lightly at his right buttock, the message clear to Harry. Behave or be spanked. He clenched his eyes shut, the pressure increasing. Tasting blood when he bit his lips. Something long and narrow pushed through the resistance, sliding effortlessly into his body. By the cool feel of it, Harry guessed that he now had some kind of butt plug inside him. The man whispered a word that Harry didn’t quite catch. A scream emerging as the plug began to vibrate, its position nestled snugly against his prostate.

THWACK a stinging blow to his right cheek, forced another scream from Harry. His cock swinging, still fully hard even with the rough treatment.

“SILENCE!”

Harry bit his lip harder, the metallic taste of blood flooding his mouth now, he could feel the warm drip of it down his chin. The vibration increased and Harry’s held his breath, frantic not to scream. Managing to stay silent long enough to please the man.

“Good, good.” the vibration eased but did not stop. A firm hand rubbed over the red mark that graced Harry’s behind. Harry’s still holding his breath until he felt light headed, let it out with a quiet sigh. Tensing when he expected to be punished. The man patted the mark with no force behind it, simply letting Harry know he had heard.

“Do you want to be mine?” the seductive quality of his voice travelled over Harry like a caress. Without thinking Harry found himself nodding. The plug moved gently only to be shoved in harder, slamming into his prostate. Harry couldn’t help the noises that escaped.

THWACK this time the smack hit the flared end of the plug, the jolt making Harry see stars. The pleasure pain shocking him into silence. Small minute exhalations were all that emerged from Harry as the man fucked him with the plug. Gently pulling it out until only the slim tip remained. Harry’s entrance clenching around it, the ring of muscles going into spasm as he slammed the plug back in. Having a sixth sense when it came to pushing it straight into Harry’s prostate.

Harry found himself thrown on to his back, the man towering over him. Cool fingers wrapping themselves around his throat. The plug buried deep within him still vibrating, the tip alongside that little nub making him see white dots in front of his eyes. Pressure at his throat, a mouth brushing against his. Firm lips crushing his, an agile strong tongue thrusting into his willing mouth. Harry’s tongue weakly following overwhelmed by the sensations. The pressure on his windpipe increasing, the vibrations matching the increase. Harry’s breathless moans puffing uselessly into the man’s cruel mouth. Harry couldn’t breath, his mind screaming at him to struggle but his body surrendered willingly.

“You will not sleep with anyone else, is that understood?” Harry hazily nodded his acceptance.

The man loosened his grip, his tongue lapping at Harry’s drooling mouth.

“You will not remove the plug unless it is to relieve yourself, is that understood?”

“Yes.” Harry gasped, filling his air starved lungs.

“You will not come unless you are in this room, is that understood?”

Harry paused for a second, the fingers responded by tightening around his neck. Thumb pressing on his Adam’s apple. He frantically nodded, the man removed his fingers.

“Yes what?”

Harry felt confused for a moment, Miss Raven’s earlier words coming back to him.

“Yes, sir.” he croaked out, the moans were building again.

The man kissed him harder the pressure on his bitten lips causing them to bleed again. The taste of blood seemed to spur the man on, the kiss deeper. The man’s tongue deep in his mouth, blocking his airway. The man pulled back long enough for Harry to take a huge lungful of air.

“COME!” the man shouted before slamming their mouths together again.

Harry died, his heart stopped and his breath froze. Back arching with a bone shaking orgasm. Cock untouched twitched violently as he emptied himself all over the man and the floor below. The man whispering in his ears while he shook.

“I’m looking forward to breaking you, making you crave my touch.” the breathy tones spilling into his ear. “You’ll die for me to touch you by the time I’m finished with you, Mr Potter.” Harry felt his mind trying to tell him something. The words ringing in his ears.

Harry didn’t hear the rest of what was said. Darkness crawled over him, his body slumping to the floor, cock still spurting as he passed out.

The world came back to him gradually. His mind still fuzzy and feeling weary. Familiar smells and the sensation of his comfy sofa under him made him realize he was home. Wondering for a second if the whole thing had been some sort of twisted bizarre dream, that theory destroyed when a cool melodic voice spoke.

“Harry? Are you alright?” He cracked open an eye to see the smiling face of Miss Raven looking down at him from her perched position on the edge of the sofa.

“I passed out.” Face flaming with embarrassment. She smiled brightly, flicking her wrist indicating it was of no concern.

“Happens all the time, don’t worry about it” she got up and walked to the fireplace. She turned to wink at him.

“The Verliesmeister reminded me to tell you not to forget the rules.”

Harry shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, mortified when he realized she was referring to the butt plug that was still buried deep inside him. Thankfully the vibration was no longer on. He tried to smile at her, but the look on her face let him know she was aware of his current predicament.

“Same time this Friday.” she informed and with a flash of floo powder was gone.

Harry lay back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. Mind jumbled by the night’s proceedings. A flash of those dark eyes in his head. Sitting bolt upright, heart racing. His hand coming up to his mouth in shock, knowing he had heard that voice and seen those eyes before. Not just in his dreams but in real life.

It can’t be

I watched him die

“Snape.” Harry’s shocked voice echoed around his empty flat.
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