Harry peered through the darkness, the moon and the glow of hazy orange light from a distant street lamp were his only source of light. But for once, the light brought him no comfort. What he craved now was the shadows. The darkness is what he needed now. He needed to hide his naked flesh from any eyes that might be peering at him through the trees as they blew gently in the breeze. He drew his arms around his body, as though hoping this would be enough to hide his bare skin, yet he knew better.
It was only then that he became aware of a very urgent need. He wondered how he had failed to notice it up until now.
He needed to pee.
He subconsciously pressed his thighs together, as though doing so would take the discomfort away.
How long would Snape keep him out here for? Did he expect him to run around the grass field like an actual dog?
Harry winced at the thought. After this experience, he wouldn't put much past his ex-potions professor.
Harry suddenly felt a warmth brush against his neck, he glanced up, quickly realising that the warmth belonged to Snape fingers. But more importantly, those fingers appeared to be releasing the leash from his collar.
"Go" Snape stated flatly, yet a wry smile lingered on his lips.
Go where?
Harry tilted his head to the side, an act that he hoped would make his confusion clear to the man before him.
Did he actually expect him to run around? Or was he perhaps releasing him?
"You have a certain need that requires attending to, don't you?"
Harry's jaw fell open, how did Snape know he desperately needed to pee?
A pang suddenly struck Harry's heart.
Was he using legilimens?
Harry didn't know what to do, yet his eyes searched the vast grassy plain before fixating on a row of trees in the distance.
This was something he certainly had no intention of doing in front of Snape. He began towards the trees, his knees reveling in the soft dew filled grass. The pavement had torn the flesh from his knees, another reason to dread the walk back.
Yet to Harry's horror, a shadow appeared to be following along beside him.
No.
Harry stalled before glancing up at the man following him.
"You don't need to watch."
Snape smirked, yet a glint in his eye told Harry that he wasn't about to be left alone.
Harry's gaze returned to the ground before soon deciding that carrying on towards the trees was pointless if Snape was just going to follow him anyway.
Harry leaned back so that his buttocks rested on his heel before spreading his knees wider. It felt strange to be doing this while kneeling rather than standing, but he didn't exactly have much choice. He very much doubted Snape would allow him to stand next to him, like an equal. Harry felt as though his bladder was about to burst yet the fluid still wouldn't leave his body. The young wizard closed his eyes and tried to think about something else. The sooner he peed, the sooner that he would go back inside, right?
Harry took a deep breath before slowly releasing the air back into the warm summer breeze. He tried to think of a running tap, of a waterfall, of being in a warm pool of water.
"What's wrong Potter?" Snape drawled, yet his voice sounded strangely close. Harry refused to open his eyes. He refused to break the focus he was trying to keep on the events playing out in his mind.
The ache in his bladder began to ease. It was only then that he realised to great relief that he was finally peeing.
It felt like the longest few seconds of his life as he felt Snape's eyes upon him.
"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" Snape's smirked, Harry felt as though the man's eyes were boring straight into his soul.
Well actually it was.
Harry bit his tongue in an effort to keep his mouth shut, yet he knew there was little point when Snape would have already trolled through his every thought.
Harry's eyes darted to the ground, falling almost instantly on the wet patch he had created before darting his eyes somewhere else, anywhere else.
Harry felt Snape shift slightly next to him, he instinctively looked up at him. He suddenly became aware once more that they were both in the middle of the vast, empty grass field.
Alone.
Snape's fingers danced over his belt buckle in an almost threatening manner. Harry's heart sank, he knew what was coming. Yet he was also surprised it had taken this long for Snape to initiate it.
Harry remained on his knees as Snape undid his trousers before withdrawing his cock with his slender fingers. Harry's eyes darted around the park, his eyes searching the shadows for any sign of movement. The wind continued to rustle through the trees, he had become familiar with the noise, yet it still startled him.
Yet, it also didn't prove distraction enough as he felt something soft and warm press against his slightly parted lips.
Harry instinctively gasped, inadvertently parting his lips further and allowing the cock to enter further into his mouth. The younger wizard's eyes widened as he felt the cock drive into the back of his throat. He thought he was as prepared for this as he could be, yet it seems he wasn't. He winced as his eyes began to water. He felt Snape's finger slip through his hair before gripping the back of his head.
Harry had been dreading this, he expected Snape to push his head forward and drive his cock further down his throat, but he didn't.
"In these situations Mr Potter, you are supposed to suck." Snape raised an eyebrow, yet his expression suggested that he found the situation more amusing than annoying.
Harry found this strangely comforting.
The younger wizard closed his eyes before tightening his lips around the penis in his mouth. Perhaps the sooner he did this, the sooner they would go back home. He kept holding onto this thought with an indecent amount of hope. Something was definitely wrong if he was now thinking of Snape's house as 'home'.
Harry suddenly felt Snape's hand reach for his before guiding it towards Snape's testicles.
The younger wizard followed the instructions issued by the professor's fingers as they gently squeezed and massaged the dangling globes.
Harry felt a clench shudder through his own groin as he was sure he heard something he never expected to, Snape moaning.
Damn.
His erection was back.
The grip securing his head in place tightened as the cock drove in as far as the confines of his mouth would allow.
"You need training Potter." Snape drawled before releasing the boy's head from his grasp. His face seemed impartial, as though he was going planning to say these words regardless of how well or poorly Harry had performed.
The young wizard exhaled deeply, relieved to have his mouth cock free once more.
"Now," Snape began, his eyes never once leaving Harry's heaving form.
The younger wizard peered up at him, not bothering to disguise the frustration in his eyes.
"Tend to yourself." Snape smirked as he indicated towards Harry's prominent erection.
"We're not going home until you're done."