Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

On Fire	By : Harcopotfoy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 58072 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, and I do not make any money from these writings. All charaters and places are JK Rowlings'

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
A/N I wrote this ages ago but forgot to upload... Enjoy

Discovery

As he headed into the second week of the holidays Harry tried to restrain himself. It couldn’t possibly be healthy to spend about 9 hours a day touching himself or fucking himself with a dildo, never mind the other about 4 hours he spent reading books on charms to do it better or magazines about which products he could buy. And he knew his professors were worried about how much time he spent in his dorm. But he just couldn’t help himself. It felt so amazing.

Sometimes he’d come viscously and then challenge himself to see how long he could stroke himself afterwards before the friction on his sore cock was too much. Or he’d see how many times he could come in an hour. Or when he first woke up in the morning, he’d lie in bed slowly stroking himself and try and hold off coming for as long as possible. One day he made it to 2 hrs and 20 mins - by which time his wrists were cramping and every touch to his cock sent flames dancing down it. Then just to see what it felt like Harry had grabbed two paddles and slapped them together over his cock, screaming as it felt like the greatest torture he’d subjected himself to yet then let himself come with a few final squeezes.

Harry was obsessed. He knew this. He knew he should stop. He made up rules for himself – you will not get off before 10 am; you will not use an auto dildo in the morning; you have to do 1 hr of study between every orgasm; you have to go outside at least once everyday. But he couldn’t stick to them. It all just felt so damned good.

By Tuesday of the second week his cock and balls were sore and his arse was gaping. Sometimes he liked to just feel the burn so didn’t use healing potions but thought his body needed a rest. After getting out of bed without wanking and showering similarly he resolutely covered his cock, balls, arse and nipples with healing cream, dressed in his warmest clothes and went outside to inspect the weather. Spending the morning playing in the snow, he felt entirely healed by lunch, but after lunch went outside again to go iceskating with some of the younger students.

A day of rest and recovery was all he needed however, and as Wednesday morning dawned Harry thought up some amazing things to do that day. Not wanting to ruin some newfound balance however after one quick wank he determinedly held off anything more til after lunch when he once again sequestered himself away in his room (though he no longer bothered to more than lock the doors as it felt dirtier to look around the room as he did nameless things to himself.)

Thinking he’d start simple Harry wanked himself til he was hard then bound the base of his cock tightly with black cord and used the same cord to pull his balls down and separate them which gradually turned them a lovely shade of purple. He added some nipple clamps and a ball gag for good measure and then a large dildo to fuck him hard and bound himself with his ankles spread wide apart and his wrists able to move about a bit but bound about 10 cm apart behind his back for 30 mins. Settling onto his hands and knees – but able to move to keep comfortable – Harry began to move with the dildo, closing his eyes to enjoy the rhythm.

Just as Harry was becoming completely absorbed there was a pounding at the door. Harry froze but was unable to do anything but swivel slightly to see the door. The knocking continued then Snape’s voice flowed through the door.

“Potter. POTTER. We know you’re in there, and we’ve had enough of you hiding up in here. Potter. Answer me!”

Harry stared wildly about and looked around futilely for his wand (he’d toss it on the ground so he wouldn’t be tempted to remove his cock bounds so he could come.) Snape called out some more and Harry feverishly hoped he’d turn around and leave, or go and get help by which time Harry was sure the 30 mins would be up. Soon however Harry heard a sound worse than any he could imagine “alohomora.”

What Snape had expected to find, Harry had no idea - probably Harry sitting in his room making lines upon lines of stick bombs or plotting other such mischief. What was absolutely certain was nothing prepared Snape for the sight that greeted him. From his position in the doorway Harry’s purpled balls and bound cock would’ve been immediately obvious and Snape glanced first at these then at Harry’s horrified face with black ball gag stretching his mouth wide. Snape stood shock still in the doorway not knowing what to say, Harry looked at him hopelessly and wish he’d left at least the gag off so he could hope to explain.

It only took Snape a few seconds to partially recover in which time he also took in the dirty magazines, additional paddles and dildos lying around and the first words out of his mouth were, “You set this up yourself, didn’t you Potter?”

Harry had no choice but to nod.

What Harry had expected would happen, Snape had no idea - probably that Snape would use this as blackmail for 1000 yrs of detention harvesting toad vomit or something. What was absolutely certain was nothing prepared Harry for Snape’s next actions. He walked cooly over to a flogger lying unused on the ground, quirked an eyebrow, swung it experimentally and asked, “May I?”

Harry dumbly nodded and the next instant had his first experience of being flogged by another person, not a spell. Snape was far more skilled than any spell could ever be. He covered Harry’s back and arse in a seemingly random pattern but in a way that left Harry tingling. It was hard or vicious, Harry could’ve easily taken more pain, but it was stunning, and Harry was moaning and panting into his gag before he realised. It wasn’t much longer before Harry’s charms released themselves and the dildo, gag and arm and leg bindings disappeared but cock and balls remained firmly held. Harry turned his head to his professor and begged him, “please.”

His look must have said it all because Snape wasted no time stripping his outer robe and trousers and sliding his cock into Harry’s already slick hole. The warmth of another person’s cock was amazing – and, no matter what the boxes said, many times better than any of his dildos – and Snape seemed to know just how to use his; fucking Harry hard and fast into the mattress. Neither of them were going to last very long and Snape soon flicked his wand to release Harry’s cock and balls so they could explode together and collapse in a heap.

There was an uncertain moment when they both recovered and Harry turned and had to face a man who he’d hated until 30 mins ago and who now knew his biggest secret. What could he possibly say? This was why masturbating was better, no awkward after moments. What was Snape going to do? Surely he couldn’t just fuck him and leave and pretend it never happened. Then Snape turned to him with a smile Harry had never seen before and said, “so you’ve been up here fucking yourself with dildos while we’ve all been thinking you might be thinking suicidal thoughts or joining the dark side?”

Harry nodded a little awkwardly, still not knowing what to say, but Snape seemed pleased and said he’d have to look after him better...

***

Harry was chained to Snape's desk, his arse was full of a dark green dildo, which was driving up into him from just off the edge of the desk. Harry's ankles were bound to his thighs with thick black cords, his mouth was gaping around a ring gag and his wrists were bound to his shoulders making his elbows stick up at an odd angle. Snape calmly standing by watching as the Gyffindor squirmed under his attentions. Every minute or so he grabbed something else of the shelves behind and applied it to Harry's cock, balls, nipples or mouth. It was amazing the affect just a sprinkle of dried aconite on the cock or a touch of wiggentree bark on the nipples had.

Harry was in heaven. He had used a mild burning potion on his cock before but never could have imagine anything like this. One second hot flames whipped through his cock the next some flitterbloom extract would have his toes curling as his balls felt as though they were surrounded by 100 tentacles. Next one drop of euphoria potion on the tongue would have every sensation of his body enhanced til he felt he would explode with the pleasure he was feeling. The quick relief of a dabble of dittany had Harry aching for more, every nerve end pulsing waiting for what was next.

With his gloved hands Snape extracted a whole lionfish spine from its jar and placed its tip at the base of Harry's cock. He drew it up the entire length to the tip and watched with greedy eyes as Harry arched his back and keened into the gag. The spine left a bright red mark the length of Harry's cock.

Dulling the sharp end with a spell, Snape began to slide the spine into the end of Harry's cock. After only a few inches he stopped to enjoy the restless movements Harry could make. Holding it in place with one hand he deftly tipped several drops of swelling solution onto the end of the spine. He watched Harry watching as gradually it thickened first at the top and then down to the head of Harry's cock. The sound Harry made as the spine grew inside him was exquisite.

Snape then slowly worked the now thicker spine down the rest of the length of Harry's cock. Harry wreathed and twisted on the desk, each movement adding to his torment. Slowly he settled until only the pounding dildo in his arse and his chest was moving – with every slow, careful breath. Wanting Harry to be able to concentrate on the rest of his actions, Snape administered some shrinking solution to the end of the spine, watching it slowly return to its normal size, once again causing Harry to squirm.

As Harry settled Snape attached two enlarged chizpurfles to his nipples. Their fangs dug in tightly squeezing Harry's nubs painfully. Snape now picked up a stirring rod which had been lying dormant on the desk. This slow fastidious torture was one thing, but Snape needed more to satisfy. It was a flexible wooden rod, used only for certain potions, and was certain to make delicious red lines across Harry's body. He started with a few quick swipe to either side of the chizpurfles, thinking of working his way down. However Snape decided against it, wanting the satisfaction of striking Harry's arse.

Moving to the side to gain proper leverage Snape began to strike Harry's arse at regular interval. Harry tensed and cried out with each stroke getting in to the rhythm just in time for Snape to change it. Snape brought his hand up, but this time stopped short on the stroke, Harry cried out anyway and arched as though he'd been hit. The next blow Snape used all his strength, landing it quickly right above the dildo when it was fully inside Harry. Now he began to cane his irradicately, so Harry was squirming and tensing and never knowing when the next strike would come. He left off for a second to grab Harry's cock. Precum was leaking around the sides of the spine. Harry's yells became moans and Snape could tell he was begging him for more.

Twisting the spine and fucking it in and out, he picked up the rod again but this time lay it vertical down on Harry's arse, parallel with his crack. They both wanted more though so he picked up Harry's balls in his gloved hand and crushed them with his fierce grip before delivering one strike to each.

Opening his robes and pants, Snape released his agonising erection while simultaneously pulling the green dildo from Harry's arse. Unable to resist one final strike, Snape brought the rod up high above his head and landing it down Harry's crack several times, the ensuing shouts causing precum to spurt from his cock.

Finally he slid home with relish into Harry's well stretched hole, pounding into the boy as Harry did everything he could to echo his thrusts. Knowing they couldn't last long, Snape flicked his fingers at the chizpurfles, making them dig in harder before flicking them hard enough to dislodge them. Still thrusting powerfully he grabbed Harrry's balls in one hand and slowly withdrew the spine with the other. Tightening his grip on the balls to stop Harry coming, he began viciously pumping Harry's cock until Harry was calling out wordlessly in desire.

Harry clenched down so hard Snape lost control and began to spill into the eager boy infront of him. He released Harry's balls, twisted his cock and they both cried out their climax together.

After a few minutes leaning forward to recover Snape finally pulled out and unbound Harry. While Harry was moving his ginger arms and legs and opening and closing his jaw to get the blood flowing, Snape got down some Murtlap Essence to bathe Harry's abused body in. Soon Harry was feeling good as new and thought that when he got back upstairs he could maybe have some more fun on his own.

With a few words of thanks and how glad they both were that Snape'd tumbled on Harry's secret Harry headed outside to prove to the teachers he was a functioning wizard (as had been their agreement to stop other teachers snooping about what was wrong with Harry) and Snape settled down to relive the afternoon in his own private way.

A/N hope you liked. Please review tell me if you like Snape being incl or not/any ideas you have
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

On Fire