He couldn't be serious.

Harry winced as he felt Snape's fingers give the leash another tug. The collar around his neck tightened, forcing him to follow Snape, or otherwise suffer from a broken neck. Not that he was entirely convinced Snape would care if he did.

"Be a good boy now Potter." The older wizard smirked as he gave the leash another tug, this time more forceful than the last.

Harry gritted his teeth, not sure exactly how to respond to Snape's taunting, yet his body had no choice but to comply. Harry felt his knees burn as he was dragged over threadbare, torn carpet. His fingers clutched almost desperately at the collar around his neck, as though doing so would alleviate the pressure against his throat.

He was now being dragged through the lounge, the sofa looked to be in as bad a condition as the carpet, torn with stuffing spilling out from odd places, while the curtains were ripped and half hanging off their rail.

Harry couldn't help but wonder why Snape didn't use magic to fix his house up. Especially the curtains, he always understood Snape to be an intensely private person. Harry tilted his head to the side, as though doing so would clarify his thoughts.

Harry's panic returned in full swing as the front door came into view.

Damn it.

Harry grunted in desperation, his fingers sunk into the leash as he attempted to pull it back his way. In the process he slipped backwards, his legs slid apart, leaving nothing to Snape's imagination as his opening came into plain view.

Damn it.

The younger wizard instinctively rolled over, seemingly under the impression that he was making a good attempt to cover himself but unaware that he was putting on quite a show, one in which Snape appeared to enjoy a bit too much.

"Ah!" Snape stopped suddenly, yet he still retained his graceful demeanor. This surprised Harry, yet it almost seemed contrived.

"I almost forgot," Snape began, the smirk never once leaving his lips.

Harry found it difficult to believe that Snape would 'forget' anything, which only made him more suspicious of the older wizard.

Snape let the leash slip from his fingers, Harry watched as it slid slowly to the floor. Yet Snape didn't exactly seem concerned about him seizing the opportunity to escape. After all, where would Harry go in the state he was in?

The young wizard sighed, taking the opportunity to rub his aching neck. It seemed as though barely a few seconds had passed and Snape was back.

"You are my pet now, so you best look the part."

Harry raised an eyebrow, trying to understand the man's meaning as confusion reigned in his eyes.

Snape chuckled, an act that caught Harry off guard. He had never once heard Snape laugh. Not once.

"Perhaps this will clear things up." Snape pulled his arm out from behind his back before dangling a strange object from his slender fingers.

Harry eyed the long fluffy object carefully.

"Encase you haven't figured it out yet Potter, this is a cat's tail."

Yes.

Harry could tell that much for himself, he could also tell that looked distinctly as though it were attached to an object designed to go inside a certain part of his body.

This wasn't good.

Snape took a step closer before prying the younger wizards cheeks apart with two fingers. Harry flinched at the contact before freezing as a cold object pressed against his opening. From the corner of his eye, Harry spotted a mere flick of Snape's wrist, the only indicator that he had just used a spell.

The object suddenly felt warm and wet. Harry couldn't deny his body its right to react to the surprise. His opening twitched slightly, yet it seemed as though Snape had been expecting this and took the opportunity. His long fingers pressed the object in, either ignoring or reveling in the groan that escaped Harry's lips.

"What's wrong Potter?"

Harry didn't have to look at the older wizard to feel the essence of smug exude from him like a bad scent.

The younger wizard gritted his teeth as he refused to answer Snape's taunts. It was obvious wasn't it? It wasn't everyday he had a cat's tail butt plug rammed up his otherwise virgin ass.

"Well," Snape began, a smirk lingering on his lips as he twisted his end of the lead in his finger.

"Whatever it is, I'm sure it can be fixed with some fresh air. Shall we?"

Harry flinched, he knew he didn't have a choice, why would Snape even ask when he knew it wasn't a question, it was an order.

Ugh.

Why couldn't he do magic without a wand, like how Dumbledore had, why hadn't he taught him that?

"Come now Potter." Snape drawled as he gave the leash the hardest yank yet. With a wave of his wand the front door flew open. Never had Harry so much wished that he had his invisibility cloak. His fingernails dug into any fibre of the threaded carpet that they could clutch, yet he was still moving ever closer to the door.

Harry glanced towards the open door, at least it appeared to be night time outside. Not that that was much consolation as he felt his body cross the threshold. He had now left the perceived safety of Snape's house and was now at the mercy of everyone's gaze.

He had never felt so ashamed as Snape led him down a narrow corridor. They had yet to encounter anyone and Harry prayed it would remain that way as they rounded another corner.

Where was Snape taking him?

Harry gritted his teeth, unable to deny the anxiety coursing through his entire body. The stiffening of his muscles seemed to make him more aware of the butt plug up his ass. No that he could have ever forgotten it was there.

Damn you Snape! Why was he doing this to him?

They rounded another corner and still there was no one but the vague outline of a clearing appeared at the end of the alleyway.

Harry's eyes ran over the leash, trailing its length until they reached his captor. What was going through Snape's mind in that moment? Where was he taking him and what was he going to do to him when they got to wherever they were going?

The safety of the alleyway ended, and any fading anxiety returned at once.

Snape stopped as they reached a curb, on the other side of the road there appeared to be a park, barely lit by the light of one street lamp. Harry's body gave an involuntary shiver as a gust of wind rustled in the trees.

"Kneel." Snape commanded. The only thing Harry found more disconcerting than the order, was how obediently his body was obeying it. What was wrong with him? Perhaps he thought that if he did whatever Snape said, they would return to the house sooner.

Harry felt his buttocks press against the cold concrete, his butt plug driven further into his opening in the process. Harry winced slightly but did well not to let it show. Though, he could hardly deny that the toy was now pressing at a certain angle inside him, but it suddenly felt no longer painful, but rather verging on pleasurable. The young wizard felt a pang in his groin, the soft breeze dancing over his bare flesh seemed to awaken his body. He shuddered again, only this time it wasn't from the cool breeze.

"What's wrong Mr Potter?" Snape smirked as he yanked the leash again before stepping onto the road. Harry wasted no time following him, he after all craved the sanctity the overgrown trees would offer.

"Are you perhaps cold?"

"No exactly." Harry stated, his teeth sinking into his chin as he refused to admit that this game they were playing was having an effect on him. Though he didn't know he bothered when his erection was out for the entire world to see.

"Haven't you figured it out yet Mr Potter?"

"Figured what out?"

"You will never wear clothes again."