"Can anyone see us up here?" Harry's voice was horse as he attempted to disguise the panic coursing through his veins.
"It doesn't matter where you are Mr Potter. You will soon learn there is always someone watching." Snape's drawl danced teasingly over the boy's ears as the corners of the man's lips twisted into a smirk. The ex-professors words neither answered his question, nor put his mind at ease. They brought little comfort as Harry's eyes instinctively traced illuminated windows of every building beneath him. Though, he suspected he would more likely find that creepy someone lurking in the blacked out rooms, peering at him through a telescope. They, of course, would want to keep their identity concealed, a privilege he himself was not entitled to.
He felt Snape move slowly, as though he were nothing more than a shadow, until he stood directly behind the boy.
"Spread your legs." His voice was cold, commanding, as his eyes peered down at Harry's naked body.
Harry sunk his teeth into his lower lip, as though debating whether to follow the man's demands or resist. What would the consequences be? His hesitation seemed to be answer enough as he suddenly felt his wrists collide together behind his back, a cold sensation tightened around them, restraining them firmly in place.
Was it a spell?
He was now on his knees, his bare buttocks pressing into his heels.
"I wont ask you again." Snape held his wand in the air, as though threatening to cast another spell on the boy should he not comply.
Harry flinched slightly, but did well to mask it. Though there was no hiding anything from this man, who could so easily penetrate anyone's mind on a whim.
The younger wizard did as was required of him, prying apart his thighs as he displayed his hungry genitals to the entirety of London city. Snape crouched down behind him.
"That's better." Snape's voice was suddenly closer, his breath hot against Harry's damp skin.
"I see you have no self-control." Snape sneered as his eyes traversed Harry's pale chest, down his heaving abdomen before residing on his pulsing erection.
"Hardly surprising." He huffed before encircling the boy's cock with his long, slender fingers. He squeezed tightly, ribbing his thumb into the slit of Harry's penis. A wanton moan escaped the boy's lips as his subconsciously ground himself against the older wizard's hand. His hips rocked back and forth, seeking more relief from his straining arousal. The younger wizard felt his balls contract, pushing a wave of pleasure to roll through his abdomen.
"Do you enjoy giving everyone a show?" Snape drawled into Harry's shoulder, sinking his teeth slightly into his alabaster flesh.
Harry parted his lips, though his mouth refused to deliver words as his chest began to heave with every stroke of his member.
"But we are just getting started, aren't we?" Snape's grip on Harry's cock tightened. The young wizard's knees felt as though they were veering closer to the edge of the clock tower, dangerously close. His eyes glanced down into perilous darkness. Down there somewhere were streets, cars, people, death. That's when a revelation suddenly dawned on him. Snape could do anything he wanted to him, he was entirely at his mercy. The concept tormented him, he despised the man for it, yet the idea also seemed to be giving life to another part his body. He felt betrayed by his body, as though it's will differed from that of his own mind.
"Perhaps its time we tried something new." Snape whispered, as though his words were a secret only to be shared between the two of them. That was until it was acted out in front of the whole of London.
Harry turned to face the older man. Snape's words could mean anything after all.
Harry turned back to the London skyline as it lay shrouded in darkness. He closed his eyes, to believe his days of being dragged around like some kind of enslaved dog were over turned out to be a grievous miscalculation on his part.
Harry suddenly felt Snape's fingers encircle his neck. Any second now he knew it would come, the tightening seizing his neck like a choke hold, not only desiring his full attention, but demanding it. His body would react, as it always had, as it is instinctively designed to do.
Harry felt as though he were playing a waiting game. Any second now he would be deprived of oxygen, though for how long? He wasn't sure.
Harry suddenly felt something hard pressed up against his opening, as though threatening to enter. He didn't have to think hard to know exactly what it was.
"What are you…?" Harry whimpered as the pressure against his entrance increased slowly, steadily, deliberately.
Snape kept going, pushing himself further into the younger wizard until the tip of his cock achieved penetration.
Harry whimpered, part of him wanting the man to withdraw from his body at once, the other part pleading for him to enter him completely, to fill him up until he couldn't take any more. To pound into him until he no longer cared that he was naked, right on the edge of Big Ben, his body on complete display for London's viewing pleasure.
Harry suddenly felt the man's fingers tighten around his neck, denying him his desperate need for oxygen. Snape was choking him. He could no longer speak, no longer breath as Snape's cock achieved full penetration inside of his tight opening.
Harry instinctively wanted to claw at the fingers strangling him, to pry them away, to allow fresh, crisp oxygen to fill his lungs completely. Only his arms wouldn't move, his wrists were still helplessly bound behind his back.
Harry was naked but Snape was not as he felt the man repeatedly grind into him. Waves of pleasure coursed through his groin, powerful, an intensity he had never experienced before, radiating into his abdomen until his cock could no longer take the punishment. His testicles tightened before expelling their fluid, ejaculating his seed over his stomach.
What was wrong with him?
"Do you enjoy punishment Mr Potter?" Snape drawled, releasing his grasp from around the boy's throat.
If he said yes, he was damned. If he said no, the same would hold true.
"Not particularly." The boy muttered, desiring nothing more in that moment than to rub his aching neck.
"You could have fooled me." Snape's face remained stoic, despite an ever so slight smirk tempting the corner of his lips.
Despite himself he was doomed to relive the same degrading actions again and again.