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Derailed	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 19739 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-I:I
- 2-I:II
- 3-I:III
- 4-I:IV
- 5-I:V
- 6-I:VI
- 7-I:VII
- 8-I:VIII
- 9-I:IX
- 10-II:I
- 11-II:II
- 12-II:III
- 13-II:IV
- 14-II:V
- 15-II:VI
- 16-II:VII
- 17-II:VIII
- 18-II:IX
- 19-III:I
- 20-III:II
- 21-III:III
- 22-III:IV
- 23-III:V
- 24-III:VI
- 25-III:VII
- 26-III:VIII
- 27-III:IX
- 28-Epilogue
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Chapter Seven: You were there like a blowtorch burning

Unbeknownst to Ron, Harry was suffering anyway.

Back in Snape's dubious care, Harry was tied up, his arms painfully tugged behind him, his legs were forced apart and Snape was grunting as he fucked hard and fast into the channel he had claimed previously. This time, Harry was on the stone floor, one cheek scraping with each thrust from his captor and his dick swung limply under his body.

The grip on his hips tightened viciously as Snape came – salty fluid stinging the rents in Harry's passage. Tears rolled into Harry's hair as he lay gasping for breath, hating the man who had just used him so violently.

For a long moment, there was no movement, then Snape slid one hand around and under Harry and began tugging on the soft cock.

No. No. No. No. Nononononononononono! Harry thought as his body responded to the touch. Please, don't let this happen again! How can I want this? How can I find pleasure in this?

But find pleasure he did. His penis lengthened and thickened, blood surging into his shaft and he began pushing himself into Snape's grip, desperate to feel that moment of climax where the horrible situation he was in went away, and it just became about sensation and release. As he hardened, so too did Snape within him.

Once fully erect, Snape pulled out and turned Harry onto his back, looking down at the twitching dick with glittering black eyes. He reached a long arm for something and turned his attention back to his young victim. In his hand he held a thin length of leather which he wound around and around Harry's cock, enjoying the sight of the flesh bulging on either side of the tight bindings. He wrapped the leather around the dangling balls, revelling in Harry's writhing as he struggled to escape the painful grip of being tied up in that most intimate of places.

Snape focused his mouth on Harry's cock. Again and again the tongue lashed at Harry's tip and began working into his slit. Harry reared off the floor, babbling nonsense as the pleasure and pain of the sensation took him. To hold the bucking man in place Snape stuck two long fingers within the wet channel. Harry tried to pull his shaking thighs together, to repel the invader, but it was no good. Snape was sucking Harry's cock, his fingers probing within Harry's body, stroking over and over at that nub that made Harry screech and cry tears of frustration as his body strove for release, but none came.

Behind his back, his hands were clenched into fists as every muscle tensed, burning with the need to climax. He thrust back onto Snape's fingers, begging, pleading, sobbing for an end to this torment. His hips jerked back and forth, ass tightening around the digits stimulating him, whimpering helplessly.

The fingers were pulled free and Snape rammed his prick in instead. Harry howled and bucked wildly, feeling the complete possession that Snape's dick within him caused. The digits had tormented him with probing touches, now this thick hardness filled him entirely, stroking with each thrust at his hidden nub, making him scream with ecstasy and need.

The two men ground their bodies together, each seeking culmination. Snape's eyes fluttered closed as the perfection of Harry's tight body around him squeezed and moved him in ways he had long kept hidden; Harry, stretched wide, felt each hard penetrating thrust possessing him as he had ached to be claimed for so long. But still, even full of Snape, Harry felt sick at his own shameful weakness – he was bound and being used for this man's pleasure. Snape cared nothing for Harry's needs, only pounding into the flexible body and pulling on the cock that couldn't release.

Snape shuddered, his seed shooting out of his swollen end and spattering deep within Harry's tightly clenching passageway. Underneath him, Harry moaned, still wanting the climax he had been so cruelly denied.

At last, Snape eased free of the wet channel he had taken and looked down at Harry's crotch – the cock was still hard, tight in its bonds, the tip deep red and glistening. Moving, Snape slid his face between the thighs and slid his long tongue inside the gaping hole he had made.

Harry tried to slither away from the probing muscle, the feel of it causing weird sparks to go off before his eyes. He groaned, hips thrusting, body welcoming the slippery invader, his balls trying desperately to send his release shooting down his shaft. It was long moments of agonising pleasure before Snape at last pulled his tongue free of Harry's channel and slicked it over Harry's tip.

Unable to bear the sensations thrilling through him any longer, Harry screamed and passed out.

When he came to, he was lying on his back on the bed, and Snape was once again rigid and filling his body. This time his arms and cock weren't tied; instead his nipples had small metal things clamped to them. The ache in the hard nubs was both painful and arousing and he snapped his hips back, needing to climax. He reached for Snape's shoulders, pulling his tormentor close, and moaned with the completeness of his possession.

Shifting, Snape rolled so that Harry straddled him. He rubbed the hard dick that throbbed between their bodies, enjoying the feel of Harry clenching in need around the thick invader within him. Snape had an item in his hands and fit it now that Harry was conscious again: he held what looked like an oversize drawing pin. It had a large curving metal top and a length of slender metal attached to it. About two inches of metal depended from the concave underside and after allowing Harry to see the item, he licked the metal shaft and began to slowly, horrifically, push the pin into Harry's cock.

“NO!” Harry thrashed as he felt the cool metal begin to force its way inside his slit. He shook with the terror and pain of the sensation.

Snape snapped at him, “Hold still or I might rip you apart!”

Harry wailed as he watched Snape grab hold of Harry's cock and dig the odd item in. Lurching up off the shaft possessing him, Harry clawed wildly at Snape, desperate for relief from the agony burning within his penis.

“Please...” he groaned, tears spilling down his cheeks.

Snape pulled the trembling body close and breathed hard on Harry's neck, tasting the sweat. His lips moved onto Harry's face and he licked at the tears. He finally fastened on Harry's mouth and held the chin so that the mouth was forced open. He thrust his tongue in, tasting Harry, claiming his body in another way.

He pulled his lips free and whispered against a finely moulded ear, “Fuck me.”

Harry shook his head, but his hips twitched as Snape tightened one hand around his throbbing dick and tugged at it again and again until Harry was begging for release, for succour, for the damned cock inside him to move.

“Fuck me,” Snape repeated and this time Harry obeyed.

He raised his ass to pull most way free of the cock, then sank back down. His hips found their rhythm quickly and he panted for breath as he rode Snape's dick, his own cock burning and boiling with the pain of the pin and his suppressed release. He threw his head back, neck muscles cording with tension, before sobbing and capturing Snape's lips with his own. They kissed, tongues tangling, as Harry continued riding Snape, aching for the pleasure this man forced upon him.

Feeling the hot spurt of fluid within him, Harry whispered brokenly, “Let me come! Please! Please! Let. Me. COME!”

Snape ripped the pin out of Harry and felt the boy's release storm through every part of his body. Harry, still impaled on Snape's cock, screamed, ass clenching, and his seed shot high into the air, coating both their heaving chests. He sagged down, ass still filled, and slumped against his rapist's chest.

When he was able to think again, Harry felt the self-hatred come creeping back. He called Snape his rapist, but hadn't he, Harry, wanted to be possessed by the older man? Hadn't he begged and pleaded for Snape to do exactly what he had done – take Harry's body and thoroughly claim it? Was it rape when his whole body had wanted and needed to be so painfully used?

With an unexpected tenderness, Snape lowered Harry to the bed, removed the nipple clamps and went into a small room off the main one they had spent most of their time in. He quickly returned with a wet rag and used it to wipe both their skins free of the accumulated collection of bodily fluids. Harry just lay there, mind whirling with his conflicted thoughts.

Cleaned of the evidence of their – Love making? Rape? Sex? Fucking? - Harry felt tears begin to trickle out of his eyes again. He hated this weakness in himself. Had it always been there, hidden away, just waiting to be unleashed when the right situation arose? Or was his crying merely a natural reaction to a body abused and placed in an impossible setting?

Snape sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his thumbs over the reddened nipples. Harry twitched away, in no way did he want any more physical intimacy forced upon him.

“Don't,” he said softly, still silently crying.

Snape frowned. “You still seek to defy me?” he spoke quietly but there was no mistaking the threat in his tone. “Surely it is clear that your body is mine to do with as I please? Your body reacts to my touch, Potter, so it understands, even if your mind cannot yet accept what you are.”

“What am I, then?” Harry asked, knowing he would hate the answer.

“Mine.” The possessiveness of the voice was exciting and terrifying.

Harry gave a snort of laughter that quickly turned into a sob.

“You doubt me? Do you really wish me to prove once again how very much your body enjoys my use of you? Would you want all the Death Eaters out there to know just how desperately you beg me?”

Harry was silent. Snape was right; he had begged to be fucked, had willingly ridden the other man's cock and willingly kissed Snape whilst his body had been zinging with arousal. It didn't make him feel any better that he had wanted what had happened. It made him sick to his stomach at the thought of being such a pathetic creature that he had wanted to be forced and hurt.

Snape slid his hand again over a bruised nipple, and Harry let his body be explored. After all, there was no part of him that Snape had not seen and done with exactly as he had pleased. He drifted into a doze, waking up as his cock again hardened; Snape was pumping him steadily.

“Oh, please, no!” Harry moaned, even as his body reacted.

“No?” Snape asked, pulling his hand away, leaving Harry achingly hard and digging his fingers into the sheets under him. “So, Weasley is to receive my attentions is he?”

Harry gasped. Snape hadn't used that threat against him for a while; he hadn't needed to, Harry had been such a whore he had wanted to be brutally fucked.

“No,” he said reluctantly, his dick aching to be within Snape's grip again.

“You want this?” Snape put his hand close to Harry's shaft. There was no need to ask when Harry was so hard and gasping for breath.

Harry nodded, chewing his lower lip.

The older man moved, straddling Harry's chest. His own thick erection was clearly visible. “Well, do a good job sucking me, and I'll let you release.”
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