Control

Sorry I did not update this chapter yesterday but I am in Continental Europe and it was too late. But here it is- the bondage fun I promised.

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Ladylancelot

Bondage


How did that happen? Harry found himself chained to the wall in Severus' secret room with magical bonds, naked and rock hard. His master had left several hours ago citing the need to fill in some papers for the ministry and he had foolishly agreed to prove to Severus that he had the restraint needed to be a slave. Before leaving Harry had asked his lover to relieve him of his erection but the only answer he got was a cocked brow and cruel smile.


It was not as uncomfortable as it would be with muggle chains but it still stilled his every move and it did not help that all kinds of naughty thoughts ran through his head, typically involving one tall black-haired wizard with blazing charcoal eyes. As soon as they had arrived, his lover had changed into a black silken bathrobe that revealed his strong muscular chest and had stayed for several minutes explaining the rules to Harry.


His task was to be patient, quiet and to come up with a plan to please his master when he decided to release him- and only then. So far he had managed to be quiet but his patience was ready to snap any second and the only thing he had come up with was ways to hurt that bastard of a master.


Tugging on the chains just to do something, he sighed deeply trying to will his erection away- no luck so far, it only got worse. Only two days ago he would have forcefully denied to be considered gay and now he was at the mercy of the one teacher who always had enjoyed humiliating him during his time at Hogwarts.


Naked. Hard. Desperate.


A wisp of air brushed over his throbbing cock forcing a groan from his lips and another tug on the bonds. Where was Snape? Surely it did not take that long to fill out some papers, the bastard was deliberately taking his time probably enjoying a nice cup of tea and a biscuit.


Of course he could call Snape, use the safe word they had agreed on and leave but he was more than intrigued about a master/slave relationship. Plus, the criticism Adrian had uttered had stung his ego- surely he could be the perfect slave, much better than any of Snape's former lovers. Why that was so important to him, cast so many shivers down his back right to the little pucker that was eagerly waiting for his master's cock- currently he did not care because surely his lover could not be so cruel to leave him here? Maybe he had laid down to sleep in that comfortable bed of his- possibly naked.


Hmmm, that picture was a good one. Since he had not woken up with his bonded partner either after their first time or the second he had no idea if Snape wore a night shirt or slept in the nude. God, did he miss that huge cock and boy, was he a pervert. Surely the thought of somebody's cock should not turn you on so much that you felt you were bursting with unresolved tension.


He would kill him, just after he had fucked him of course. He had cast the killing curse before, he could do it again. The though amused him for a second but then another brush of air over the tip of his throbbing cock made him smack his head against the cushioned wall.


“Stop that,” Severus snarled as he walked into the room carrying a tray with a plate of strawberries and a glass filled with wine obviously. “You will only hurt yourself when I tell you to.”


Another groan of protest was at the tip of Harry's tongue but a stern glance from his lover made him shut up. He had not endured the last hours to ruin it now in a fit of desperation, not when the object of his affection was right there, naked under a silken robe.


Severus walked over and took in Harry's body that was by now shaking with desire, his cock angrily red with a bit of come leaking.


“You have done well even if we will have to work on your general attitude and your lack of control over your body. But I think you deserve a treat.”


Harry's face snapped back to his master and hope settled in his chest.


“Will you untie me?” Harry asked but the expression on his master's face proved that to be a failure.


“When did I allow you to speak?” Severus asked and with a flick of his wand some kind of spell squeezed the young wizard's cock, something quite painful but he kept his lips shut. “Now, I was saying you deserve a treat.”


The pressure on his cock did not fade but Harry nodded his head with a grateful smile on his face.


“Thank you Master,” he whispered and was rewarded with a soft brush over his cheek and in his uber- aroused state that went straight to his cock as well.


Taking one strawberry to Harry's mouth Severus gently cupped his cheek.


“Eat this,” he stated softly and Harry opened his mouth, the fruit sweet obviously laced with honey.


Taking his time with sucking on the fruit, then crushing it with his teeth and slowly swallowing it, Harry was delighted to see Severus closing his eyes in obvious pleasure.


Opening them again Severus raised the glass to his slave's lips and allowed the boy to drink some of the wine. Placing both the plate and the glass on a drawer near by, he returned and took Harry's lips in a searing kiss, surprising him and tasting the wine laced with strawberries. The boy had endured it certainly much better than Severus had anticipated which was a pleasant surprise.


Letting go the older wizard trailed his hands from Harry's reddened lips over his throat where his Adam's apple was bobbing to lazily circle the puckered nipple enjoying the way his lover's eyes glazed over. Then his fingers travelled over a taunt stomach, reminding him that he needed to feed him back to health, to a beginning of brown curls.


“I want you to shave there again,” Severus calmly said and at once his lover nodded his expression of content bringing a smile to the older wizard's lips.


For now ignoring the hardness he cupped one testicle, then the other leisurely kneading and rolling them but as soon as he felt a tightening of impending orgasm, he drew his fingers away.

“Hold your orgasm,” he stated sharply. “I tell you when I want you to come for me.”


Misery showed on Harry's beautiful face but he nodded adamantly, his forehead crinkling with concentration. After a moment the potion master was content and his fingers trailed down the angry red cock. Harry was by now breathing harshly his eyes closed tightly with the effort to not come.


Remembering that he was just seventeen years old Severus ended the torture not having it in him to prolong it and took the hardness into his hand, stroking it firmly.


“Come for me Harry,” he whispered hotly into his lover's ear and Harry ripped open his huge green eyes.


Cursing loudly his body went rigid, all muscles tightening before exploding into release spurting white tendrils over Severus' hand. He kept at it letting the boy ride his high milking every drop until his body went lax only being held upwards by the magical chains.


With another flick of his wand they were gone, Severus' arms ready to catch his lover's limp body. Crossing the play and living room, he carried Harry to their bed placing him tenderly in the soft cushions. Shrugging off his own robe he climbed in right behind and covered both of their bodies with a blanket.

Instantly the younger wizard snuggled into Severus' warm chest.


“Thank you Master,” he muttered sleepily and his lover caressed his slightly heated skin.


“Well done Harry,” Severus breathed into his ear. “And now sleep.”