Harry winced, though he did his best not to show it as he watched Snape yank open the drawer next to his bed. His eyes narrowed, darting to the corner of their sockets as he struggled to see what exactly it was that the older wizard was going to withdraw. The relentless speculations swirling around in his head drowned out any thought of potential escape, yet, there was another strain of thought breaking forth within his mind, one he was quickly discovering to be impossible to ignore.
What exactly was it that made Snape tick?
He continued to peer over the edge of the bed, yet it seemed his ex-potions professor wasn't prepared to reveal his mysterious fetish until the proper moment. One in which only Snape would be allowed to determine.
"Mr Potter." Snape's lips curled into a smirk, his fingers ceased their searching as his eyes darted to the boy tied to his bed.
"Yes?" Harry croaked, his voice refusing to obey him as he dared to answer the older wizard.
"For five years I have tried and failed to teach you how to brew potions to utter perfection." Snape sighed as though his words were causing him a great strain.
Harry raised an eyebrow, casting his gaze to lock with Snape's.
Why was his old Professor suddenly talking about potions? Harry wouldn't have thought this were exactly the appropriate time. His body was after all craving touch over words.
"Tonight, it is time I taught you something else."
"Sex?" Harry tilted his head slightly as a confident smile crept over his lips. His heart pounded in his chest, wondering for a moment what on earth had possessed him to actually answer Snape, especially with an answer as precocious as that.
"Not exactly." Snape's lips curled into an even more entrancing sneer.
Harry's eyes narrowed, his eyebrows furrowed as the confident smile from moments earlier fell from his lips.
This clearly wasn't the answer he had been expecting.
"Then what?"
"Curious, aren't you."
Snape seemed to be enjoying this a little bit too much.
Harry closed his lips before turning away. Perhaps pretending not to be interested in the older wizard's train of thought would force the answer from his lips.
"Perhaps you will be more responsive to this." A glint darted across Snape's eyes as he finally withdrew the illusive item from the confines of the drawer in one seamless motion.
Harry bit the inside of his lip as his eyes fell upon what appeared to be a black, leather collar.
Surely not.
He must be seeing things.
The young wizard blinked furiously, as though doing so would somehow change the scene playing out before his eyes.
It was no use.
Snape was still standing before him, brandishing the black collar within his long, palid, snake like fingers.
"Well well Mr Potter," Snape began, a smirk adorning his sardonic lips at the young wizard's reaction. He was clearly enjoying this more than what was appropriate. Not that anything about this situation was in any way appropriate.
Harry shuddered to think what Hermione would say if she were to see him like this, or god forbid Ron.
Harry yanked himself away from his old professor, seeming to forget for the moment that his wrists were bound to the man's bedhead.
"Perhaps it's high time you learned how to behave yourself."
Snape leaned in closer to Harry, until his lips were mere inches from the other's. It was as though the professor expected Harry to flinch, it also seemed as though Harry had expected him to react that way.
No.
He would not allow Snape to intimidate him in any way.
Harry sunk his teeth into his lips as another pang tore through his groin.
But…
Was that really the reason he wasn't flinching?
Or was it perhaps because his body was craving more of Snape than he cared to admit.
"Yes Mr Potter. Tonight I am going to teach you discipline." Snape's low, silky voice resonated against his soft cheek, his warm breath causing a shudder to tear through his body like a storm.
Harry attempted to appear unfazed, raising an eyebrow, seeming to doubt that whatever Snape had in mind was an approved form of discipline.
The young wizard flinched as a sudden tirade of cold leather circled his neck like a snake before clamping shut.
This wasn't good.
"Perhaps you need to burn off steam." Snape suggested, not bothering to disguise the delight in his eyes.
Harry opened his mouth to speak, yet it seemed Snape already knew what he wanted to say.
"Yes Mr Potter, a walk perhaps?"
Harry felt relief wash over him, whatever he was expecting Snape to do to him, it certainly wasn't something as tame as just a walk.
"Outside, perhaps."
Harry's feeling of relief was fleeting as the all too familiar sense of panic returned, coursing through his veins as though it had never left. This wasn't good. No part of Harry wanted to be paraded out before the eyes of whoever lived in Snape's village.
On a leash.
No doubt naked.
Harry opened his mouth to argue the point, not that he was in a position to do so.
"Now now Potter, perhaps it's time we used this also." Snape sneered as he collected a ball gag within his fingers.
"No!" Harry longer bothered to disguise his grimace as he scurried as far back on the bed as the space would allow.
"Now now Mr Potter, there is no need to be afraid." Snape's voice reassured, yet a glint in his dark eyes suggested otherwise.
Harry was no longer sure what to do, it seemed that he was in no position to truly oppose Snape. He couldn't help but worry for his virtue, or how much of it he would be able to salvage as the dark eyes bored into his green orbs.
Yet, he also couldn't deny the constant twinges echoing between his thighs, growing with intensity as each sordid suggestion left Snape's thin lips.
The thought disgusted him.
The thought that some small part of him desired Snape's touch was revolting. Yet he couldn't ignore the fact that that small part appeared to be growing stronger as Snape drew closer. His resistance melted away as the older wizard ran the tip of his index finger slowly down Harry's cock. The action sent a shudder through the young wizard's body, one that he knew Snape had felt, leaving him with no ability to deny that some part of him wanted this to Snape.
What was wrong with him?
Why was his body betraying his mind?
Harry gasped, the sensation of something cold tightened around his throat, jolting him back to reality.
The fingers of Snape's other hand slid down his neck, loitering over the newly affixed collar.
"What's the matter Potter? Lost for words?" Snape's amused drawl echoed through the room.
Harry opened his mouth to speak, yet nothing came out as his mind became overrun by the pulsing in his groin.
He didn't dare look.
No part of him wanted to realise the complete state of hardness that currently resided between his legs.
He closed his eyes. And by doing so, admitted defeat.
Snape had won.
With that thought, his body reacted further still. His legs pried themselves apart, displaying the most private parts of himself to the man above him. Yet, in doing this, he felt as though his inhibitions were fading with every pulse driving through his cock.
He no longer cared.
"Come now." Snape commanded, raising his wand before giving it a flick. Harry hardly had time to think as a leash brandished itself to his collar.
Had Snape truly been serious about taking him for a walk?
A smirk lined Snape's lips as he wasted no time swifty grasping the end of the newly summoned leash.
With another dash of his wand, Harry's wrists fell free of their restraints.
"It's walk time Mr Potter." Snape's lips curled as he gave the leash a swift tug.
Harry's jaw dropped open as he was forced to follow his professor. Snape seized his opportunity, shoving the ball gag into Harry's mouth before continuing his crusade to the front door, a desperate Harry in tow.