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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 Four

Severus had always thought that the hierarchy of Hogwarts was rather unevenly balanced. Having once been Headmaster of the school, he was aware that though each professor possessed very different skills and responsibilities, they were all paid on the same sliding scale. For example a first year Charms teacher made the same about of money as a first year Divination teacher and a Transfiguration teacher with twenty years of experience, made the same about of money as a Care of Magical Creatures teacher with twenty years of experience. However, the responsibilities associated between two subjects were vast indeed.

Potions, for example, was the only subject that required a Mastery to teach, meaning that even as a first year teacher he had had more qualifications than even his more experienced counterparts. Furthermore, Potions required a great deal of preparation. There was acquiring supplies, which sometimes came through a simple purchase, and others through collecting the materials himself during unreasonable hours in the Forbidden Forrest, he even had an entire greenhouse under his jurisdiction for growing necessary supplies. Then there was the preparation of ingredients. Although his students could be expected to mince, crush and measure, Severus still had to ensure that the ingredients came to the point where they could easily be mince, crushed and measured in the span of one teaching block. Powdered goat spleen did not become powdered all on its own.

There were the regular teaching duties that all Professor’s shared, such as writing course outlines and lesson plans, supervising detentions and marking assignments. Even in this area, Severus felt he had an unfair due, despite Minerva’s constant reminders that he didn’t technically need to assign an essay every week. But as the Potions Master, Severus was also expected to provide aide above and beyond his own classroom. Where else did the other Professors get the ingredients and potions necessary for demonstrations Professor Sprout’s weed killer and Professor Trelawney’s inner eye incense powder certainly didn’t create themselves. And that wasn’t even mentioning the weeks he dedicated every year to providing the potions and medicines necessary to keep the Hospital Wing operational.

Despite all of this, he had taken on the Head of House duties for Slytherin without any fuss. He’d fought for the privilege actually, especially when he heard that the task would have been assigned to Professor Binns in his absence. But he had drawn the line at leading any of the number of clubs that cropped up every year, much to Minerva’s disapproval who still hinted he’d make an excellent Dueling teacher. Somehow, Severus refrained from reminding her what a disaster it had been the last time he’d filled those shoes.

All and all, Severus felt he did more than his fair share of work within the hallowed halls of Hogwarts. To compare the duties of a Potions Master to a Quidditch Professor, for example, was absurd. Or at least that’s what Severus reminded himself of as he tied the thick leather around the base of Hogwart’s Quidditch Professor’s cock.

No, despite it being Sunday Severus still had a great deal of work to accomplish. He had a stack of assignments to mark, he had this week’s lesson plans to revise, several recommendation letters to mail off to formal students, and he needed to make an order to restock his glassware. At that thought he smirked, best add an extra order of test tubes to that one.

Then there were the potions to be made, he’d need an example of six different sets of potions to use in classes this week, and Poppy had been asking for another batch of Pepper-Up to add to her dwindling stocks.

And what did the Quidditch Professor have to do to prepare for the week? Polish his broomstick.

So, really the least Harry could do with the gobs of spare time he seemed to poses, was to keep Severus company in the most pleasurable way imaginable. And besides, it wasn’t as if the boy was complaining.

“This too please, Sir,” Harry was saying as he handed Severus another thick piece of leather.

Severus tightened the cock ring he’d been putting on his pet, and reached for the second attachment that would stretch his pet’s balls away from his body.

Harry groaned as Severus manipulated his sac, pulling and stretching it away from his body as he attached the stretcher. Severus quite enjoyed the sound, so even once the device was applied, he continued to probe and massage.

“Anything else, pet?” asked Severus as he ran his hand up his pet’s straining length until his fingers found the tip of Harry’s cock. The foreskin was already pushing back to reveal his pet’s shining pink head, but Severus rolled it forward with rough fingers. It was an uncomfortable feeling to have the skin stretched back over the sensitive head, so Severus went about it carefully despite the knowledge that his pet enjoyed the manipulation. “We could put a clip, right here,” he pinched the skin until it closed over his pet’s cock head, turning the organ into one long shaft of skin. “Or,” he said, letting the foreskin wrinkle back into place. “We could slip something inside here,” he reached out with a fingernail and traced his pet’s slit.

When Severus did not receive an answer he looked up to find his pet staring at him with shining eyes. “It’s your day,” he reminded the boy. “Your choice.”

With a nod Harry turned to rummage through the toy box Severus had sat beside them. After a moment of contemplation he came back with a thin cock plug and handed it to Severus.

It was made of silver metal, and was only three centimeter’s long. It would push into his pet’s slit just enough to be uncomfortable, maybe even mildly painful, but it would not provide the pleasure a full sounding might as it was not long enough to push on the base of his pet’s prostate. Severus definitely approved of the choice.

He coated the slim metal in a sheen of lubrication and with one hand held his pet’s cock up for implementation. Harry exhaled loudly, an almost moan when Severus placed the plug against the slit, rotating it slightly until the base was captured the tiny hole. It slid in with minimal effort, thanks in large part to the lubrication. And though Harry holding his breath now, Severus did not stop until the large metal ball was pressed snugly against the small slit. Once it was fully inserted Severus ran his hand down his pet’s rigid length and pumped several times to help Harry adjust to the discomfort of the bondage. Then he ran his hand up and gentle massaged the head, twisting one finger up to press against the ball of the plug to ensure a good fit.

“Next,” said Severus, almost clinically.

His pet dug in the box again, and came out with a squat glass butt plug and a string of wide black beads. He contemplated for a moment, weighing both in his hands before handing the beads over to Severus.

Severus took the beads in hand, but stopped Harry when he would have returned the plug back to the box. “Can’t we do both?” he asked, echoing the sentiment of the day.

Momentary surprise passed across his pet’s face, but then Harry smiled and turned around so that his arse was presented to his Master.

Severus began with the beads, lubricating each one carefully. There were six beads in all, each the size of a peach pit, and connected by a long white string. The end of the string was long enough so that it would hang outside of his pet’s arse and had a black ring tied at the end for an easy grip and removal.

The plug was not large either, it was rather short, no longer than four or so centimeters, but it was fat, and it would sit heavy in the base of his pet’s colon, making him feel fuller than he really was, and if his pet moved about, the tip would press teasingly against his prostate. Combined together, the two toys would keep his pet on edge for quite some time.

Severus did not prepare his pet’s hole in any way for the intrusion, despite the fact that the little opening was as tight as a virgin’s. He had applied the muscle constricting gel the night before, to compensate for the stretching play they’d engaged in yesterday, and the hole hadn’t been breached since. But the beads were not large, and they were perfectly smooth and round, and he knew his pet’s hole would suck them in even easier than the chestnuts they’d used last week.

It still made Harry whimper slightly when the first bead slid unexpectedly into his arse. Severus smiled at how the wrinkled hole clung tightly around the white string even as it slurped it into its depth until the second bead was resting against the closed hole. It would have been nice to take his time easing the beads in, and perhaps pulling them in and out, watching as his pet’s tight rim tried to deal with the intrusion, but he hadn’t been overstating the amount of work he needed to accomplish today. So instead he popped all six of the beads in, one after another, until all that was left was the remaining white string and the black ring hanging our of his pet’s hole between his thighs.

The plug was a similar matter, even though Severus really should have taken the time to prepare his pet for it. His rim was much tighter than usual, and the plug was quite fat, even though the protruding stem would only dilate his hole a few centimeters. But Severus did not give himself or his pet a moment to think about it, and instead pushed the glass in with enough force to cause his pet to fall forward on his arms and bark out in discomfort. It was over as quickly as it started and Harry snapped back up on his hands and knees after only a brief recovery period.

With a slap to his flank, Severus instructed his pet to stand and get off the bed. He started to pack up the toys to return them to the chest at the end of the bed, but Harry stopped him with a hand on his elbow and reached into the toy box one more time. He handed the small circular bands to Severus with a smile.

“In a mood, are you, pet?” Severus asked as he examined the bands. Apparently his pet wanted a bit of pain and discomfort today.

“It will make the sweetness of tonight all the more pleasant,” Harry smiled.

“Merlin save me from romantic fools,” answered Severus even as he placed the bands against his pet’s nipples and used a constricting spell to secure them tightly around the erect little nubs.

Once he was finished Severus stepped back to get a good look of his pet adorned in his bondage. He ran a hand down Harry’s chest, flicking the nipples gently, then moved it down the flat stomach to the constricted cock, then between his legs to tug gently on the white string that hung behind his balls, to finally tapping on the glass base off the butt plug.

“At least I approve of your choices, pet,” said Severus.

Harry ignored the strict tone and smiled. “Not done yet,” he said.

Resisting the urge to sigh indulgently, Severus raised a brow and tapped his wrist to indicate the need to hurry things along. It would be lunch before they even made it to Severus’ office at this rate.

But Harry ignored the gesture and went to the wardrobe to retrieve a pair of tight leather shorts. He stepped into them, wincing when his bound cock jostled against his thigh, and then slid them up. After a moment to adjust the back and front, and position his cock in a more comfortable position Harry fastened the button at the top and looked back to his Master.

“You said the only thing you wanted from me today was my mouth wrapped around your cock.”

This time Severus did sigh. “No, I said I wanted your mouth open and ready for whenever I decided I wanted it.”

Harry smirked and followed Severus out of the bedroom and into Severus’ office. “Same thing.” Then he yelped sharply at the hard spanking that was delivered to his plugged arse. “Same thing, Sir?” he repeated.

“You know your place,” ordered Severus.

Head bowed, his pet nodded and scrambled across the room to slide under Severus’ large desk so that he was nestled in the foot well and completely hidden from view. Severus sighed at the still quiet of the room. This was what he enjoyed, a bit of peace where he could concentrate on his work without being interrupted.

He took his seat after turning on the kettle in the corner of his office and preparing a cup of rich, hot tea. Only then did he peer down at his pet to make sure he was sitting properly.

The boy was resting his arse on his heels; legs spread giving a tantalizing view of a leather-encased cock. His head was bowed, eyes closed, breathing even. Severus wasn’t the only one who enjoyed the cool calm of his dungeon office. Harry too needed his time for contemplation and meditation.

Severus examined the pose for a moment and then summoned two potions from his private cupboards. The first he uncorked and poured into his own tea, the second he held up to his pet’s lips.

“Drink, pet.” He still felt gratified when his pet obeyed with such trust: without asking what the potion was, or even opening his eyes. “It’s a muscle relaxant, just enough to make sure you don’t go stiff.”

Harry sighed and nodded, eyes still closed and licked the last of the potion from his pretty red lips.

Severus sat back, drank his potion-laced tea, and contemplated.

Once decided, he started with his pet’s legs. He used incarcerous to bind ropes around the boy’s thighs, and then directed the ends to wrap around the corresponding legs of Severus’ desk. It did not change his pet’s position in any way other than to provide a binding pressure on his pet’s spread thighs. It would also ensure that Harry would not be able to close his legs any further than they already were.

“Arms behind your back,” Severus ordered, so that he could complete the next binding. His pet obeyed and then with a flick of his wand Severus directed the next ropes to wrap tightly in an arm bind behind his pet’s back. Without looking Severus knew the soft rope would now be coiled around his pet’s arms, holding them together from elbow to wrist.

It was almost perfect, but Harry had been right in that Severus had said that it was his pet’s mouth he wanted today.

So Severus conjured a heavy scarf and used a sticking charm to drape it from one side of the foot well to the other. Then all he needed to do was encourage his pet with his hands to lean forward until his chin was resting in the cradle of the draped scarf. The scarf bore the boy’s weight, and gave him a place to rest his head when Severus was not using it.

Pleased with the outcome, Severus finished his tea, slid his chair close to his desk and began his work.

He had the fourth year essays on poisons, which had probably been a mistake. Reading them left a bad taste in his mouth and he was sure that his eyes would fall back in his head if he rolled them one more time. Even the fourth year Slytherin’s were pathetic, which was just depressing. The art of potions making was growing worse and worse with each coming year. It was despicable.

Severus satisfied himself with marking notes in the margins and deducting points for every spelling and grammar mistake. Honestly, they had a Divinations’ course at this school, but not basic writing? How on earth did the other professor’s put up with such abysmal efforts?

Thankfully, by the time he’d finished with the first year’s essays on standard cauldron care his potion had kicked in. It felt like an intense swirling in his balls, or as if they had just grown two sizes larger in his pants.

With a lustful shiver, Severus set aside his quill and methodically went about relieving his cock from the confines of his clothes. He parted his robes, and pulled his genitals from inside his trousers. He’d forgone wearing pants in anticipation of enjoying his morning with his pet, but his cock still welcomed the freedom of hanging out of his fly. He was half hard already, and though they felt swollen and enormous, his balls weren’t any different looking than they usually were.

Severus palmed himself, absently teasing his length beneath the desk. He widened his thighs and pushed closer to his desk until his knees were resting against his pet’s shoulders. The scarf holding his pet’s head up brushed against his thighs and he felt the heavy presence of his pet’s head resting in his lap.

Once he felt the warm breath of his pet’s breath on his cock, Severus removed his hand, moved it back above the desk, and picked up his quill once more.

Marking assignments was much more pleasurable when a warm mouth was suckling gently between your legs. Likely the sixth years would thank Professor Potter for contributing his talents if they knew how much more favorably Severus had graded their surprise quizzes on sleep related potions. Whenever he felt annoyed, or seized up in irritation at a response on the quizzes, the mouth on his cock closed tightly in suction, bringing him back from his anger. If he only had such attentions when teaching, he’d be a much more relaxed man. No doubt the students would like him better.

This type of morning was not a new one for Severus and his pet and Harry knew his place well. The object was not to come as fast as possible, but to keep Severus in a pleasurable mood so that the boring desk work he had to complete could at least pass in a haze of delight. It was a task Harry was quite good at, as well, he knew when to lick and suck and when to simply hold Severus’ cock in the warm confines of his mouth, letting the weight sit on his tongue. It was this that Severus liked best when he was working, to be brought just to the brink of wanting to thrust into his pet’s mouth, to relax back and simply enjoy having his cock held. Although, sometimes it did make him feel like a rather elaborate gag.

Under his pet’s attentions Severus completed his marking and felt the need for a reward. He squeezed his legs together against his pet’s shoulders to cue his need for release and suddenly the mouth wrapped around his cock came alive. Where before his pet had used his lips and the broad side of his tongue, now he used the movements of his whole head, the suction of a sucking mouth, and the tip of a tongue that teased the underside of Severus’ cock.

Severus relaxed back into his chair, shallowly thrusting his hips up against his pet’s face as he enjoyed the devotion being paid to his aching cock. He reached a hand beneath the desk to run his fingers through the thick hair at the back of his pet’s neck. His fingers tangled themselves in the long strands, and he used the leverage to control his pet’s movements, making sure that his pet was taking him deeply enough to graze the back of the boy’s throat on every other thrust. His pet gagged at the intrusion and his breaths came fast and hot against Severus’ belly as he breathed through his nose.

And because Severus’ pet was such a good boy, he knew when his Master was close almost before Severus did and took in Severus’ cock deep just before he came. Come poured from Severus cock and was sucked directly from the source into his pet’s belly. It seemed to go on for ages, until Severus was suddenly soft and the sucking mouth turned into a soft embracing cavern once more.

A breathy laugh escaped from Severus’ lips unexpectedly and he patted his pet’s head with a clammy hand.

“I took a potion this morning, pet,” said Severus, he was displeased to find out his voice was slightly strangled. “I wonder if you notice what it does?”

Wisely his pet made no move to communicate when his mouth was occupied with holding his Master’s over sensitive cock. Severus wasn’t sure he could take a hum, a lick or any kind of gentle suction after that orgasm. Simply resting soft against his pet’s tongue was almost too much, but he was not going to give that pleasure up.

“It’s a fertility potion,” explained Severus as he gathered up his quill and set to work on sending a supply order. “For the next several hours I will expel nearly triple the amount of semen than usual. It will also provide me with a faster refractory period and hopefully enough erections to keep that slutty come hole of yours busy for the rest of the afternoon.”

Again, Severus did not expect an answer, but he did allow himself a wide smile at the thought of what Harry would say and what he was likely thinking right now.

It was probably something along the lines of, ‘Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.’

Severus had considered trying the potion before, but he was a prideful man and so he had refrained. A man his age might have difficulties keeping up with a young lover and Severus was determined not to disappoint either Harry or himself. All of his erections were perfectly natural, thank you very much, and he didn’t need the aide of any outside interference. But when he’d read about the potion in a journal last month he’d been drawn to the extra production of semen component. For that, perhaps he’d be willing to imbibe a potion with other less appealing side effects. And really, quicker and more frequent erections for a day when one had an attractive young man for a companion was not so unappealing.

The potion proved its promise of decreasing his refractory period almost immediately. No sooner than when he finished his first order, did Severus begin to feel his cock swelling against his pet’s tongue. He groaned in delight, then he smiled, then he reached for a second order form.

This orgasm he delayed nearly as long as his first, allowing his pet to edge him to the brink of orgasm before backing off once more. But this time when Severus set down his quill and tangled his fingers in his pet’s hair he also moved his chair back far enough so that he could see the show. This time he intended to cover his pet in the copious amounts of come he felt stirring in his swollen sac.

And perhaps anticipating the same thing, his pet set to work with a bright-eyed fervor as he stared up at his Master. In no time at all Severus was pulling his thick cock from his pet’s mouth and fisting his length in his hand so as to direct the stream of semen from his slit. His pet closed his eyes and opened his mouth, panting as the first jets of come settled across his face.

By the time Severus recovered he’d been able to fully take in the beautiful picture of his pet covered in his come. With the way his boy’s face was resting in the makeshift sling, it seemed almost disembodied, like a single entity existing just to please Severus.

“Now open up, pet,” said Severus as he wiped a finger full of come from his pet’s cheek to his lips. “I need you ready to take Master’s cock again so I can give you another come bath.”

Harry sucked gently at his finger and then opened his mouth obediently to receive Severus once more soft cock.

They repeated the process twice more before Severus finished working at his desk.

“I think you’ve sucked me raw, pet,” Severus said as he massaged a soothing salve into his red and aching cock. As much as he had enjoyed the leisurely activities of the afternoon, having his cock sucked for the better part of three hours was rough on his sensitive skin.

Sometimes, Severus was wondered how other witches and wizards coped without turning to potions. Based on the ability of other adults he knew to even brew something as simple as a hangover potion he knew they at least did not keep anything on hand such as muscle relaxants, warming lubrication, calming salves, or skin restoring oils. Severus could probably make do without, but why would he?

“I think you’ve glued my eye shut,” his pet answered.

Severus looked up from his own work on his cock to see that his pet was right. His right eye was almost entirely shut, glued together by the come drying on his lashes. He grunted and massaged some salve into his aching balls, marveling at how they still felt enormous although they fit in the palm of his hand.

“If you are displeased, pet, it is your day to chose how to proceed, however I have every intention of keeping you there until both of your eyes are glued shut.”

He looked over to see his pet’s one good eye glinting at him. “I wouldn’t mind a change of scenery, Sir, but otherwise I don’t intend to change a thing.”

The proposal was considered for a moment, before Severus nodded. It was but the work of a moment to release his pet from his bonds and help him crawl out from beneath his desk. Even if Severus was directing the day, he would have moved his pet at this point anyway. He was going to have to be standing to brew his potions and he wouldn’t be able to see the boy under his desk from his workstation anyway.

“You may kneel at my feet then pet, but make sure you do not get in the way of my work.”

Harry nodded enthusiastically, causing a glob of come to slide down his cheek onto the dungeon floor. Severus followed its movement with a disapproving glance, and pointed with an outstretched finger. It was licked from the flagstones in a moment.

“Very good, pet,” said Severus, pleased. “It seems you’ve finally figured out what your mouth does best.”

Brewing potions with his pet at his feet was far more enjoyable than working at his desk. Deskwork was more a time for quiet and still contemplation and enjoyment, but brewing left Severus with odd moments of inactivity that needed to be filled. And he had every intention of taking his pet up on the promise of getting to play with his colored pegs.

He brought the first three potions to boil before he retrieved the small box from his supply cupboard and ordered his pet to lie flat on the flagstones. He removed the bands from the boy’s nipples first, taking great delight in massaging blood back into them while his pet panted in thinly restrained pain. Once he was satisfied that the hard nubs were recovered, he clamped them flat with a bright green peg each. Harry hissed in a breath and his stomach concaved with the effort of holding back. Pegs were not his favorite, but he evidently was not going to complain, even though Severus had given him the day to control.

So Severus busied himself with his work, and started with a swirling circular pattern of green and yellow pegs radiating out from one enclosed nipple. He covered his pet’s chest in the pattern, pinching thin bits of skin wherever he could pull them up from his pet’s chest. Then after a break to remove and bottle two of the potions and start another one on the burner, Severus laid a long line of red pegs on his pet’s waist.

Pleased with the colors already, Severus paused and ran a hand along the top of the connecting pattern he had made and watched as his pet danced and hissed from the attentions, his fists curling and uncurling where they lay at his side. Severus had already had to threaten to restrain his pet once and had made it clear that he would not be pleased if he was forced to do so.

At that point, Severus’ cock was lying hard and rigid against the scratching cloth of his trousers, so he straddled his pet’s hips and thrust gently against his leather covered cock. The material was smooth and supple against Severus still sensitive skin, and cooled the heat that seemed to radiate from his sac. His pet seemed to be enjoying the frottage much less than Severus however. Harry’s hips thrust away from his Master’s, wiggling left and right, almost as if to throw his weight away. In punishment, Severus thrust his cock against his pets harder, delighting in the whimpered cry he received in response. He wasn’t sure if his pet was disobeying because he was close to coming even through his bondage, or if it was the pain of having Severus rut against him when his cock was trussed up.

Either way, Severus took his pleasure until he felt the need building his balls again. This time, Severus took his delight not by coming all over his pet’s face, but by shooting over his pet’s pegged chest.

Sated, he fell exhausted to rest at his pet’s side, and curled his head into the crook of Harry’s arm. With one hand he reached up and began running his fingers over the pegs again, occasionally flicking and pulling the ones that drew his interest.

But all too soon his wand sounded the alarm that it was time to check his potions again, so Severus stood and bottled the two potions and collected the ingredients for the last two.

At his feet Harry rocked against the flagstones, both hands held rigidly at his side as he desperately tried not to remove the pegs or touch his restricted cock. Severus ignored him as he worked.

Once the Pepper-Up and the Dreamless Sleep were bubbling happily on the burners, Severus crouched down to the floor again, and started methodically removing the colored pegs. He did not stop to massage the marred skin that was revealed, but delighted in the red lines it left in his pet’s skin. Slight scratches were revealed in some places when the pinch had broken his pet’s skin.

He settled on the blue and red pegs next, and ordered Harry to open his arms wide so that he could line his pet’s inner arms in his new design. It took several minutes to get it right, and he once again straddled his pet so that he could play with the pegs that decorated his pet. But he did not leave them there for long, and quickly returned them to their box.

“Remove your shorts,” he demanded when he stood to remove the Dreamless Sleep from the heat. It would need to cool in the icebox overnight before he added the last ingredients.

Harry stood, moving much more slowly than he had before and Severus wondered if it was the pain, or an ache in his muscles that made him hesitant. Or perhaps the anticipation? He’d have to ask his pet later to make sure that the muscle relaxant he’d given Harry had been sufficient.

The Pepper-Up was sending up smoke, but was not yet ready to be taken from the heat so Severus set an alarm for ten minutes and had his pet rejoin him on the hard unforgiving floor.

Again, Severus straddled his pet’s thighs, though this time naked skin rested against his trousers. Harry looked up at him with his one good eye; the rest of Severus’ come had dried in streaking lines on his face. He looked absolutely debauched.

“You are a perverted boy slut aren’t you?” whispered Severus as he knelt over his pet. “Laying here coated in your Master’s come. And you’re enjoy every depraved minute of it aren’t you?”

Harry exhaled heavily “Yes, Sir.”

“Do you want me to touch your cock, pet?” Teasingly, Severus slid a hand down his pet’s chest, carefully avoiding the patches of come that were still drying on his chest.

“Please, Sir,” Harry whined.

Severus responded with a wicked smile, but did grab his pet’s cock in a rough grasp. “Are you sure?”

Maybe Harry would have seen where this was going if he had more than one good eye to use, but unfortunately he did not.

Severus rocked his hips until he had his and his pet’s cock in one stretched fist. He fisted them together for several moments, running his fingers against both cock heads and squeezing gently down both lengths. He even paused to remove the plug from his pet’s slit, eliciting a sharp yelp or relief. But then he pulled away, letting his pet’s cock drop wetly against Harry’s stomach. His own cock remained in his hand for a minute more as Severus considered his design.

Green, he thought, remembering how nice the ribbon had looked wrapped around his pet’s swollen, red cock. He started at the base of the shaft, lining the pegs up one after another. It was a difficult task, his pet’s cock was so hard that there was very little loose skin to take advantage of, but eventually he had a line that ran all the way up to his pet’s cock head.

With one finger he ran the length of the pegs from base to tip and watched them dance as Harry screamed.

“You need this don’t you, pet,” he said as he watched Harry cross his hands over his chest to keep from shoving his Master away from his body, or from curling up around his abused genitalia. “Don’t pretend you don’t.”

“Yes, Sir,” Harry whined.

“Tell me what you need, pet,” he said as he tugged at the peg under the head of his pet’s cock.

Harry keened and jerked his hips. “More, Sir. Please!”

As Severus worked he nestled his cock between his pet’s thighs and thrust shallowly into its confines, becoming more and more aroused. He’d used another handful of pegs on his pet’s sac after removing the ball stretcher, and was really enjoying the effect of turning the smooth sac into a virtual pincushion. Perhaps another day he’d start fresh, when his pet hadn’t been restrained all morning, and see how many pegs he could fit on his pet’s balls. It might make for another nice challenge.

By the time Severus finished playing with the pegs his cock had reached a point where it simply had to be dealt with. He shifted his hips up, and taped his cock against his pet’s thighs as he fisted it. Beneath him his pet wiggled, portraying such a depraved picture that Severus thought he could have come untouched. As it was, he only lasted a dozen shallow thrusts into his hand before he came buckets over his pet’s abused genitals. He cried aloud at the feeling of the come pouring from his cock as if he was emptying his balls completely. It left him feeling ragged and drained and he wanted nothing more than to curl back up against his pet, but his wand was singing out the alarm and if he didn’t stand up now and remove the Pepper-Up from the heat then he would have to start all over again.

Somehow he found the strength to stand and complete the necessary tasks to tidy away his workstation, even as his softened cock hang out from the gap in his trousers and dripped come down the black wool.

Only once he was sure he’d completed his tasks did Severus turn back to his pet.

Apparently Harry had been unable to hold himself flat on the flagstones, without Severus pressing against him, for he was now curled in a half-fetal position, his arms still crossed over his chest, his fingers digging into the flesh at his elbows. His cock was hidden and protected from any further attention by his drawn up knees and he was looking up at Severus with a pleading eye.

“Shh, pet, I’ll take care of it,” said Severus as he bent back down. “You’ve been such a good boy today, haven’t you?”

Harry didn’t answer with anything other than a whimper as Severus forced his knees back down, and straddled his thighs once more. There were tears in the boy’s eyes as he worked at removing the green pegs from the bruised and purple flesh, but his cock did not soften once.

“And it’s your day, isn’t it, pet? You get to decide exactly what we do, and even then you chose so many activities that would please me,” and Severus meant every word. He truly was proud of his pet for wanting to please him so badly. Of course, it did help that so many of the things they found pleasurable coincided.

“So now I want you to tell me how you want to finish, do you want to come for me, touching yourself knowing that your Master is watching? Do you want me to touch you, do you want me to squeeze your cock and milk your come?” Harry whined loudly, apparently liking what his Master was saying. Severus smiled widely and bent his head over his pet’s cock as he removed the last of the pegs from his straining cock. “Do you want me to take you in my mouth, pet? Do you think you’ve earned that privilege? Do you want to come in your Master’s mouth?”

“Fuck, yes, Sir! Please, please would you take your pet’s cock into your mouth? Please, Sir!”

Severus shivered and exhaled over his pet’s cock. He always knew when Harry immersed in his lust when he referred to himself as a pet.

His pet’s cock was covered in his own come, but that didn’t bother Severus. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d tasted himself on Harry’s skin, and it wouldn’t be the last. In fact it made the whole thing even more depraved then a normal blowjob. His pet’s cock already looked thoroughly debauched and he hadn’t even come yet.

It had been days since Severus had had his mouth tightening around his pet’s cock, and he found that he had missed it. There was something utterly delightful about having the heavy weight resting against his tongue. And his pet was such a good recipient of a blowjob. He didn’t wrap his hands in Severus hair; he didn’t buck his hips against his jaw. He never asked for more than he received, and simply moaned and cried appreciating whatever attention his Master would grant him. That being said, Severus was still very good at the attention he did grant his pet. He might not have the stamina or the refractory period of his much younger partner, but he made up for that in experience. And Severus had been sucking cock a good twenty years longer than his young pet.

Severus suckled his pet’s cock head gently, teasing his tongue against the slit that had spent the day stretched and full. He licked the shaft, teasing the vein that filled his pet’s cock with a pointed tongue. He sucked his pet’s balls, rolling them in his mouth, holding them in his cheeks, massaged them with his tongue. And all the while Severus tasted himself on his pet, he sucked in his come, he licked it from his pet’s balls, he swallowed it as he ran his mouth over his pet’s length. And in that moment Severus realized that the ownership went both ways, as surely as Harry belonged to him, he belonged to Harry. It was both humbling and empowering at the same time.

Harry, of course, was not engaging in such philosophical thoughts; he was wiggling beneath Severus, whining and straining against the urge to come, holding out as long as he possibly could. But, he couldn’t last under Severus’ attentions for long and soon he was gasping, and his cock was swelling in Severus’ mouth. With one last gulp Severus took his pet’s cock in deep, until it touched the back of his throat, and then he swallowed. His pet came with a force that nearly rivaled Severus potion induced abilities, shaking and trembling beneath his Master as he relieved himself in Severus’ mouth.

For his part, Severus continued to swallow, accepting his pet’s orgasm, even as he Harry shook beneath him. When it was over and Severus had drunk his fill, he pulled off his pet’s cock in a gentle sucking motion, leaving the organ clean and wet to fall with a slap against Harry’s stomach.

“Enjoy yourself, pet?”

“Uh,” said Harry in an absent grunt. Severus chuckled and started to stand, but Harry stopped him with a grip on his wrist. “Did you?”

“Oh yes, pet,” Severus said, bending forward to place a chaste kiss on his forehead. When he pulled back it was to see Harry smiling, his whole cheeks lifting in the motion, cracking the dry come that covered his skin.

“Good,” said his pet. “Then you’ll definitely enjoy tonight.”
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