"That's it, Potter," hissed Snape.
The professor grabed his arm and dragged him into the office. Harry knew he was screwed. There was no way he could somehow weasel out of it. Not this time. This time he crossed the line.
Snape pushed him inside the room and immediately let go of his arm to take his own wand out of his robes. He cast the silencing spell and locked the door behind them. Then he simply walked to the big wooden chair at the other side of the room and sat in it comfortably. His black hair was hanging loosely around his face when he lift his gaze at the fidgeting boy in front of him.
"Didn't I tell you what happens if you act inappropriately again, Potter?" he asked calmly, without any emotion in his voice.
The boy lowered his head, refusing to look at his professor.
"You did, sir," he answered quietly, barely audiable.
"What did I say I would do?"
Harry felt his whole face going deep red in shame "You said you would discipline me, sir," he whispered. His body felt hot at the thought of being punished by the man. He still remembered the last time he was brought to this office and spanked so hard he couldn't sit for days. He was scared of the pain he sure knew was to come but also felt that he deserved the punishment.
"That is correct." The boy brought his gaze up to the man in the chair. His face was expressionless, his eyes sizing the student up. Then they stopped at his green orbs. "What for Merlin's sake were you thinking, Potter?" he hissed through clenched teeth "Were you even thinking? Of course not, that would mean you actually have some brain cells left in that empty head of yours, you imbecile!"
"I'm not… - "
"Silence, Potter" he spat out " You wanted to show how much of an adult you are? How much above the rules the Boy Who Lived is?" the corners of his mouth turned up in a sly manner "I am going to show you your place, Potter. After tonight, you're going to know exactly where you belong to with that smart mouth of yours."
Harry was petrified. He was barely able to control his own breath, knowing that the teacher was not going to go easy on him. Seeing the mischievous smile on the man's face, he started to feel uneasy and for the moment considered twirling around and running out of the room. Before he could move, however, Snape spoke.
"Come here, Potter" he ordered.
Knowing the consquences of not listening, Harry took the first, then the second step towards the man. Once he approached him, he risked a glance at the face of the older wizard.
Black eyes were observing him intensely, making him shift uncomfortably. Then the cold voice echoed in his ears.
"On your knees."
Harry's heart stopped. What did he wanted him to do?! What the hell was that about?
"W-why?" He hated himself for letting his voice shake and showing the man before him the nervousness that overwhelmed him.
"I said kneel, Potter. Not 'ask questions' " the teacher looked at him sharply "Now."
The boy gulped. Slowly, he lowered himself on his knees right in front of the dark haired wizard. Once he was on the floor, the Potions Master opened his legs, making space for him, nodding at the student to come closer.
Harry felt his breath caught in his chest, yet he warily shifted and positioned himself in between the knees of his teacher. After a minute he found the courage to look up.
"What are you waiting for, Potter?" Snape asked wickedly "I assume you do know where to start, don't you?" he said amused and when he got no answer he spoke again "Take it out."
After a very long moment young wizard brought his hands up and undid the button of the dark trousers. He opened them a bit and partly revealed black underwear. Shakily, he hooked his fingers under the waistband of the underpants and slowly pulled them down.
Harry gasped at the sight of Snape's cock. It was thick and long, already half hard, with the head as pink as his cheeks were right now. For a couple of seconds he couldn't tear his gaze away from the view in front of his flushed face, but eventually he looked up at his professor, who gave him a dangerous smile and reached out to grab his own member. He put his other hand on the back of Harry's head and slowly led it towards his crotch, so that the tip of his cock was almost touching the boy's lower lip.
"Open wide, Potter."
His heart sank. He was about to suck his teacher. He basically had his dick in his mouth. In a moment it will actually be there, between his lips. He could feel his blood pulsing in his ears. His whole body was screaming to run as far as he could away from there and yet he couldn't move. He was nestled between those long legs with a large hand in his messy hair holding him in place.
Ever so slowly he parted his lips and tentatively took Snape's cock in his mouth.
The moment his tongue touched the pink skin, he heard a gasp somewhere above. At first he was so ashamed and felt so humiliated, he could only shut his eyes and try to pretend he was somewhere else. Snape tasted salty, a bit musky and Harry noticed that he didn't mind it as much as he thought he would. He was acutally surprised that he didn't feel nauseous. True, he had never before had a cock in his mouth but he still expected it to leave some disgusting aftertaste. Yet he found that he could taste some sweetness at the very tip. Intrigued, he traced his tongue along the slit. Immediately he heard a groan from the man. The sound went straight to Harry's own member, which left him awe-struck. He didn't understand his own body's reaction. His cheeks grew even hotter and he was sure his face was by now deep Griffindor red. Hesitantly, he looked up, still having the shiny pink head in his mouth. Snape was staring at him from above, giving him a very self-satisfied smile. He moved his hand in Harry's hair and pushed boy's head further down onto his cock.
"That's right, Potter. Take my dick" he murmured in a pleased tone.
Harry felt his mouth being filled with more and more of warm flesh. Snape's length was so hard and hot against his tongue that the boy moaned around it involuntary.
"Well, well. So the famous Boy Who Lived is a little moaning slut?" he chuckled darkly. His hand held Harry in place "You like your pretty mouth fucked, Potter? Or is it just my cock you're so hungry for?"
Hearing these words made the boy whine quietly, sending vibrations around Snape's prick.
"Yes…" the teacher sighed "We're going to teach you how to behave properly, Potter. We're going to cure you of this ignorance and disrespect of yours" he hissed.
Harry felt the need to nod in agreement, but the large hand on the back of his head prevented him from doing that. Even if he wanted to, he was unable to move backwards. It made him feel so vulnerable and submissive like he had never felt in his life. On his knees between Snape's muscled tights he was trapped and entirely at the mercy of the Potions Master. He stole a glance at the dark haired wizard who was watching him intensely. The black eyes bore into his green ones while the teacher brought his free hand to the boy's cheek. He moved his thumb across Harry's lower lip and slightly pulled it.
"Let's put that sassy mouth of yours for the use, shall we?" with that he took his hand away and with the one still tangled in the black hair he pushed boy's head down his length. He threw his own head back at the blissful feeling. Merlin, what a mouth that brat had! He pushed more into the wetness of the hot tunnel and gasped. If only he had known earlier how easy it would be to get Potter on his knees. He felt a tongue clumsily licking his sensitive skin and he realized the young wizard was not as resistant as he expected him to be.
He looked down. The boy indeed seemed to be enjoying the whole situation. His head was bobbing up and down the shaft, not eagerly but less hesitantly than at the beginning.
"You like that, don't you, Potter?" he said amused "Having your professor's cock in your mouth?"
Harry felt his cheeks go deep crimson at those words. His pants suddenly started to feel tight and uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to move. He managed to lift his gaze to the man above. Snape was smirking down at him, baring his teeth playfully. The boy couldn't stop himself from moaning, seeing his teacher looking so powerful and dominant over him, feeling his palm in his hair and the rock hard pulsing cock in his mouth. It was too overwhelming to keep quiet.
"Yes, that's it, Potter. Moan for me" Snape said, the evil smirk not leaving his face.
The boy heard himself groan again, against his will. He couldn't control his own reactions anymore. He wasn't able to tear his gaze away from the black orbs staring right back at him with a spark of satisfaction.
"I think you're enjoying this way too much, boy" the hand on the back of Harry's head stopped pushing it up and down only to be joined after a moment by the second palm. The boy's head was now securely held in the strong grip of the Potions Master.
Slowly, giving his student an evil smirk, Snape pushed his head all the way down his shaft. Harry tried to gasp in shock but he couldn't. His mouth was being filled with more and more, blocking the air flow completely. He started to panic and gripped the still clothed tights before him tightly.
"Calm down" he heard the cold voice saying "Breathe through your nose."
Without thinking he complied to the advice and after a moment felt the air filling his lungs again. Several seconds passed as he adjusted to the feeling but right then Snape pushed his head even further, up to the hilt. The tip of the hard erection hit the back of his throat and Harry choked on it uncontrollably. He tried to pull back slightly but he couldn't move even an inch away. Snape was holding him in place without even thinking of letting go. Tiny black hairs were tickling his nose as it touched the pale skin of man's lower abdomen. He gave up and concetrated on breathing, knowing there was no way to escape from his teacher's firm grip.
"Good boy" the professor patted him gently and a small whine escaped his lips "That's a good boy you are. Now suck me with that pretty mouth."
Harry closed his eyes. He swallowed around the cock and immediately earned a low grunt from the man "Ahh…that's it, Potter…" the sounds Snape was making went directly to the boy's prick. He made him choke on the hot length again and again, and Harry felt he was losing the ability to think straight from the lack of air. His eyes welled up with tears. His throat was on fire from the tormentous abuse.
Then they both heard a knock.
Harry's heart stopped. He quickly looked up only to find Snape smirking down at him playfully.
"Enter" the man said without breaking eye contact, the smug expression on his face.
Before Harry could protest, the door opened and Draco Malfoy entered the room.
The young Slytherin scanned the office and stopped at the figure of the Potions Master sitting in his chair. However, it wasn't the teacher to whom his attention was drawn, but the thin black haired boy.
Potter was on his knees, between Snape's legs. His mouth was full of the professor's cock.
"Mr Malfoy" Snape spoke breaking the silence "How can I help you?"
The blond turned his gaze towards the teacher's face "Well… I was going to ask some questions about one of the potions from last week, but I can see you're in the middle of something, professor – he said calmly – Forgive me for interrupting.
- Since you are already here, Mr Malfoy, why don't you stay with us a little longer?" Snape smirked and a shiver went down Harry's spine. He wanted Draco to stay? Why for Merlin's sake would he say something like that?!
Young Gryffindor was terrified of what would happen next. He still was trapped between Snape's legs with his huge cock in his mouth. He couldn't possibly bear more humiliation with Malfoy watching him in this situation.
"As you wish, professor" answered the Slytherin with a small smile on his handsome face. He was so going to enjoy it.
"Would you like to see how I fuck mister Potter's virgin mouth, Draco?"
"Hell yes" the student answered. He made a step towards the two near the desk and stopped right in front of them to see better.
Harry more felt than heard that Snape chukled and slowly pushed his head down, holding it securely.
This time was even worse. While he was being filled with more and more length, he knew he was being watched closely not only by the Potions Master but also by Malfoy. This thought made his cheeks even more flushed and he squirmed a bit.
He felt his nose being pushed against the warm skin covered with black hairs and the head of Snape's prick hit the back of his throat again. He instinctively tried to pull back but the professor was holding him firmly in place. He gave up and choked on the cock again and again. Snape wouldn't let go of his head. He let the boy choke continously, all while Malfoy was watching with a careful eye.
"Is that a punishment, or a prize?" asked Draco, titling his head, intrigued by the view.
"I agree he's enjoying this way too much, aren't you now, Potter?" the older wizard asked, letting the boy withdraw slightly so that he could breathe through nose. Harry stared at the professor, trying hard not to make a sound "But we can change that" he added with a dangerous spark in his black eyes. He turned his face to the young Slytherin "Third shelf on the left. Bring the paddle and stand behind Potter."
Harry's heart skipped a bit. No, no, no, not the paddle! He started to panic at the idea of being spanked again, in addiditon in the presence of Malfoy.
He clenched his hands on Snape's tights in protest and the man immediately turned his attention to him. Since he was still not able to talk, he gave the professor a pleading look.
"I told you, Potter. You are not getting away with this" he said strictly but with a playful undertone in his voice.
Malfoy came over to the drawer in the corner of the room and opened the shelf. He reached for the paddle. The wood felt good against his palm. He turned around and slowly made his way towards the two in the middle of the office. He moved to stand right behind the black-haired boy.
Snape looked down at the student trapped between his legs "On all fours, Potter" he ordered.
Harry shivered hearing the command. He couldn't believe it was happening. He should have stayed in his room. He knew it would end up bringing him more trouble than it was worth if someone caught him, but still he couldn't stop himself. And now he was going to be spanked in front of Malfoy. Like blowing Snape wasn't enough of a punishment.
He let Snape's cock slip out of is mouth when he shifted to place his hands on the cold floor and moved his knees slightly to position himself. He still had the thick, rock hard dick in front of his face, but now he also had his ass in the air. He looked up at the Potions Master. The man flashed a satisfied grin at him and then turned his gaze towards the blond Slytherin.
"Draco, I believe Mr. Potter's pants are in the way" he said "If you could take them down."
"With pleasure, professor" Malfoy answered in amused voice. He bent over a bit and next moment Harry saw pale hands on his hips. The milky skin contrasted with his dark jeans.
Malfoy reached around his waist, grabbed the fly and opened it in one swift motion. Then he hooked his fingers under the hem of the jeans and slowly pulled it down Harry's legs until it stopped at his mid-tight.
Young Gryffindor's face was beet red, his heart hammering in his chest. It stopped beating at all when Malfoy's hands came back to his hips and the long fingers tugged at the edge of his underpants.
"Wha…wait!" he tried, but Draco didn't listen and simply pulled his briefs off his bottom.
In an instant Harry felt the cool air on his skin. He hung his head low in shame. Never in his life had he felt this vulnerable and humiliated. He was on his hands and knees, trapped between the hated teacher and his biggest foe with his naked bum up in the air.
Then, suddenly, he felt cold palms touch his skin. He drew in a sharp breath and turned his head to look at the boy behind him. Malfoy was watching his butt, moving his hands across the buttocks, ghosting over them with his fingertips.
"That's a fine ass you have here, Potter" he smirked, before giving the left cheek a firm squeeze, which made Harry moan quietly. Seeing Malfoy fondling his butt like it was his toy, and hearing him say all those words was too much for him to handle "Mmmm, very nice indeed. If I had known you were hiding this perfectly round, perky thing under your robes I would have arranged something earlier" he purred.
Harry decided he couldn't keep watching while the Slytherin continued stroking his naked, slightly pale bum. He turned his head and lowered it, letting it hang between his shoulders. He closed his eyes, trying to not let out any sound when Malfoy caressed his buttocks and then gave each of them a good fondling.
"That's enough, Mr Malfoy" Snape's voice cut through air "I think it's high time Mr Potter got his punishment."
Draco bared his teeth in a smile and tightened his grip on the paddle. Oh, he was really going to enjoy it.
"I bet a Gryffindor like you just loves the colour red, Potter" he said in a teasing tone "Let's see if it suits your pretty ass."
The words sent a shiver down his spine, but Harry didn't have time to think about it, because the next moment Malfoy brought the paddle down on his ass and he felt the wood hit his right cheek.
"Ahh!" he gasped when the pain went through his bottom.
"Oh, come on, Potter" the blond-haired boy chuckled "That one wasn't that bad. We have a way to go. And I want you to know that I am going to punish you very thoroughly."
Saying that, he delivered another hard swat to Harry's bare butt.
"Mpff!" the Boy Who Lived tried to muffle his screams but it stung like hell, especially that Malfoy smacked him again, right in the same spot "N-no…Ohh!"
"Hit harder, Draco" Snape ordered "Put some force in it."
Harry gulped when he heard the command. He sensed Malfoy raise the paddle and a second later he felt an exceptionally hard smack.
"AHH!" he screamed and tried to squirm away, but didn't have a chance. He made a move to bring his left arm behind him and cover his sore area, but before he could do it he was stopped by the professor.
"Don't even try, Potter" the man said "Keep your hands on the floor."
Harry whined, but listened and left both his palms pressed into the cold floor. He was so helpless, being punished like a child and deprived of any pride, dominated completely by the two men. They had all the control over him. He was at their mercy.
Another sharp smack.
"Ahh, s-stop…!"
"Stop?" asked the velvet voice "I'm just getting started, Potter" he gave him a dangerous smile.
Suddenly Harry felt a hand on his head and looked up. Snape gripped his hair and pushed boy's head towards his crotch. His cock was glistening with pre-come and saliva from the blow job Harry was giving him minutes ago.
Harry turned his gaze to the teacher's eyes when he felt his dick touch his still swollen lips. Snape was looking down on him with a smirk.
"Open up, Potter" he said.
The boy obediently parted his lips and took the head of the cock in his mouth. He sucked hard and instantly received a low growl from the man. Then he felt the large hand grip his hair even tighter and push his head down.
"Take it, Potter" he gasped "All the way."
Harry squeezed his eyes shut and tried to relax his throat when professor pushed him even lower down his length.
"Mr Malfoy" he called to the other boy "Don't stop smacking Potter's ass until I tell you to. Which will not happen in quite some time" he added darkly.
The blond smiled and patted the rounded butt in front of him "Get ready, Potter. I promise you, you'll feel this spanking for weeks."
Harry's heartbeat quickened and without thinking about it he gulped. The act sent shivers down Snape's back and the man groaned. The boy instantly gazed up, right into the black orbs and after a small nod from the older wizard he swallowed again.
"Oh, yes" Snape groaned through clenched teeth. He slightly loosened the grip in the black hair so that the boy could move his head.
Harry took a hint and began to bob his head up and down the hard length.
Then, he felt the paddle hit his bum again. He let out a small whimper at the burn, which only resulted in a low chuckle from Draco and another hard swat "Mpfff!"
Malfoy set a punishing pace and now the smacks were landing one after another on his naked butt, each stroke with more force than the previous.
He kept moaning around Snape's cock, creating small vibrations which made the teacher's member twitch in his mouth. It was hot and wet, and his own legs started to shake from the pain and burn.
Suddenly, the large hand in his hair made its way to the back of his head and the Potions Master slowly pushed him down onto his prick with a quiet hiss, until Harry's nose was met by hot, pale skin of Snape's lower abdomen.
Just like before, the boy panicked and tried to back away, but the the strong grip held him in place. Instead of letting go, Snape moved his hips slightly forward and let out a blissful sigh when the head of his shaft hit the back of the boy's throat. Instantly, Harry gagged violently, once, then again. Snape didn't let him withdraw even a milimeter.
"Merlin, I love it when you make him choke on your cock" Malfoy said. He himself didn't stop smacking the white ass before him. It was his first time punishing someone, but he got walloped by his father enough times to know how to do it properly. And the fact that it was Potter, naked, on his knees, splayed out right in front of him with that perfect butt up in the air, being completely at his mercy. He looked good like that. That's where he belonged to. On his fucking knees, with Snape's cock in his mouth. This thought filled him with excitement and a satisfied smirk appeared on his face. It was time to move to his father's favourite part of punishment.
He put his hand on the other boy's back and maneuvered him a bit to make him lift his thin hips even higher and expose himself even more.
Harry complied easily, too busy fighting for breath with the thick hardness down his throat and thanking gods that Malfoy stopped hitting his abused bum for a second.
"Wanna hear more of those tiny noises" the blond hummed "Brace yourself, Potter" he warned teasingly.
The next second Harry heard something shifted behind him and a moment later Malfoy started to hit his sensitive sit-spots.
"MPPFF!" he screamed, squeezing his eyes. The pain was blinding, and instantly he tried to jerk away from the sharp smacks falling down on his already burning skin. He wriggled his ass but with the strong hand holding him down he couldn't move much.
"Now, that is a proper spanking" Malfoy said in a very satisfied tone. He definetely enjoyed the control he had "Quit squirming, Potter. You're not going to escape your punishment" he bared his white teeth in a dangerous smile.
"Nghh!" Harry kept whining with every single stroke he received. The paddle felt so hard and sharp he couldn't handle it. His ass was on fire and he felt his eyes prickled with tears.
"As I promised, Potter" Snape started darkly "This time, you will learn your lesson" with that he tightened his grip on the boy's head and without any warning started fucking his mouth.
Harry's eyes grew bigger and he put a lot of effort to open his mouth even wider and to relax his throat. Snape hummed appreciatively and quickened the pace of his thrusts. Harry would think about how he won't be able to talk tomorrow if he wasn't spanked so hard on the most senstive spots of his butt. He couldn't focus on anything besides pain on his backside and slow burn in throat. All he could do was moan. And so he did. He kept whining loudly as he was being severly punished. When Snape caught him, Harry never thought he would be spanked and fucked in his mouth at the same time.
Then, he felt Snape's thrusts become erratic and the man tensed.
"Enough, Draco" he ordered in a stern voice "Give him three more and finish."
Harry felt the hope swelled in his chest, but still the perspective of three more strokes was frightening.
Snape looked at him and slowly pulled out from between his swollen lips. Without a second thought, Harry gasped for air and drew in a deep breath, not daring to wipe his mouth from strains of saliva under the careful eye of the teacher.
"I want you to count each of them, Potter" he said. Then he started to slowly stroke himself, right in front of Harry's face, milimeters from his mouth. He raised his head and nodded at Draco.
"Show me that sit-spots, Potter" said the Slytherin in an excited tone and Harry gulped, feeling a hand on his back, holding him in place.
And then the first smack came.
"Ahh!" now that he didn't have anything in his mouth, he wasn't able to muffle the sounds that came from his throat. The tears filled his eyes when he felt the sharp pain on his very much beaten up butt. Then, he remembered to count "One!"
Malfoy almost instantly brought the paddle down hard on his arse "OH!" he yelled. This time he couldn't stop himself from moving. He writhed slightly in agony "P-please! S...s-stop!" he almost sobbed.
"Count, Potter" It was the only response he got from the boy behind him who patted warningly his ass with the paddle. Harry's voice was shaking just as his legs at this point. Eventually he gathered enough strength to speak.
"T-two" he said, clenching his hands into fists on the cold floor and squeezing his eyes, preparing himself for the final stroke.
But when the paddle hit him on the irritated skin of his sit-spots, the wave of pain washed through his body and he howled loudly "AHH!" he didn't even try to stop the tears escaping his eyes as he was kneeling there, worn out from both pain and shame "Th…" he gasped, but wasn't able to form a single word. He took one ragged breath and tried again "Th-three" he managed.
Snape gave him a moment to calm down and then put his long finger under the boy's chin to lift his head. Harry obiedently followed and looked up to the wizard's black eyes.
"Did you learn your lesson, Potter?" he asked calmly, his face expressionless.
Harry gulped "Y-yes, sir" he said in a shaking voice.
"Good" the man answered. He grabbed his long shaft and brought it to boy's lips "Kiss it."
Harry felt a knot in his stomach. He never expected to hear something like that from Snape in such situation. Slowly he leaned down, closing the last milimeter of the distance between his lips and the hard length and placed a small kiss to the glistening head.
"That's right" Snape growled, giving him a dominant look.
Harry didn't break eye contact but then felt cold hands on his bottom. Malfoy was gently stroking the now very sensitive cheeks, cupping them in his palms and squeezing them every now and then. Harry let out a series of small whines, mostly because his skin was extremely pained and heated after the spanking, but also because he realized that it was his sworn enemy, Malfoy, who was now rubbing and kneading his naked butt. At that thought a loud moan escaped his lips.
He instantly bit his lip to prevent from making any more emberessing noises, but Malfoy chuckled and run his fingertips over the bare buttocks teasingly, making Harry groan in pleasure as a shiver went down his spine.
He suddenly felt a slight move in front of his face so he immediately opened his eyes. Snape was stroking himself fast and hard and Harry just couldn't look away.
"Open your mouth, Potter" the teacher said, directing his cock at the boy's face "I'm going to come all over that insolent mouth."
Harry's heart stopped for a second but he obediently parted his lips and opened his mouth as wide as he could. Snape started pumping faster and with a couple more strokes he grunted through clenched teeth and shot a thick load of come right at Harry's face. Most of the cum landed in his mouth, on his tongue, but some of it ended up on his lips and chin.
Merlin, he had Snape's semen on his face. And in his fucking mouth. He felt he could have died right there from the embarrassment.
"Swallow" Snape said "All of it, now" Harry listened and did as he was told. He swallowed the thick liquid down his throat and immediately coughed. Out of habit, before he could think about it, he licked his lips, gathering the rest of the substance on his tongue.
Snape gave him an amused smirk "You liked my cum, Potter?" he asked in a deep voice "How did it taste?"
Harry's face got scarlet in shame, when he answered "It tasted good, sir" he said quietly.
The older wizard hummed satisfied and brought his left hand to palm the boy's cheek.
"You liked that, didn't you, Potter? Having your teacher's cock in your mouth?"
Those words went straight to his own prick. It was so fucked up, but nevertheless he answerd.
"Y…yes, sir" he moaned lingeringly. Merlin, if Snape keeps talking to him like that, he'll get hard. He never thought he would be into dirty talk, but the Potions Master's voice made him feel things he had never felt before.
Long, slender fingers grabbed his chin and the professor lifted Harry's head a bit higher.
He looked at him, gazing into wide green eyes with a spark in his own "What are you, Potter?" he asked.
At first Harry didn't understand what he meant, but it took a glance in those black eyes and he knew exactly what kind of answer Snape was expecting. He felt his face heat up and goes red, but he opened his mouth again.
"I'm a…I-I'm a…a s-slut, sir" he when he heard himself saying that, his cock twitched and he felt bloody dirty.
"That's right, Potter" professor replied "That's exactly what you are. Now, get up."
With one last slap at his butt from Malfoy, Harry slowly got up. He realized that he was the only person in the room that was completely naked, and immediately started shifting uncomfortably, trying to cover himself. But Snape was watching him carefully, scanning his body with expressionless face, which made Harry's face go red again. Then, professor found his eyes and shot him an intense glance. He tapped his knee with one hand.
"Sit" he said in a commanding voice.
The boy opened his eyes in disbelief. Has Snape just asked him to sit in his lap? No, impossible. Harry stood there without the tiniest move, staring into the black holes of the Potions Master's eyes.
Seeing the confusion on the Gryffindor's face, Snape sighed impatiently "What are you waiting for, Potter? Special invitation?" he reached out and grabbed the boy's wrist "Turn around" he ordered. Harry obeyed, without really knowing why was he supposed to turn. Then Snape pulled him down, so he landed in his professor's lap.
He let out a surprised yelp when his sore buttocks touched the rough fabric of Snape's trousers. It reminded him of Malfoy who still didn't move from his spot, standing proudly and watching the two of them with a smirk on his face.
"Hands behind me, Potter" he heard Snape whisper darkly straight into his ear.
Harry shivered involuntarily but moved a bit to reach his arms around the chair. A small whimper escaped his lips when his aching bottom shifted in Snape's lap. He clamped his hands on the back of the chair, which made him lay flat against the man's chest and become even more exposed that he had already been. He looked down at his body, sprawled out right in front of his biggest school rival.
"Now, Potter" Snape purred into his ear, slowly trailing his large palms along Harry's sides. The boy trembled uncontrollably and gasped.
The professor moved across his skin until he placed his one hand on Harry's abdomen while reaching with the other one to the boy's chest.
Harry observed intensely as Snape brought his right hand to his nipple and slowly brushed the slender thumb over his nipple.
"Ahh!" the boy moaned. Snape smirked under his nose and repeated the action "Oh my…Ohh!" he added another digit and rolled the nipple between them, causing the boy to groan again. He started to play with it, rubbing and squeezing with his fingers, until Harry was a quivering mess.
The boy closed his eye, feeling that his cock twitches at every single flick of Snape's fingers. He tried to close his mouth but couldn't do it with all the tiny noises escaping his lips. He couldn't understand how he was becoming hard with his teacher playing with his nipples. He wasn't prepared when Snape removed his hand from Harry's stomach and lifted it to his own lips, licked his index finger and then brought it to the Gryffindor's other nipple. Very slowly he traced it with the wet digit.
"A-ahh! Oh, Merlin…" the black-haired boy moaned. Snape smiled wickedly and brushed the now hard nub with his fingertip. Harry jumped in his lap and whined loudly in response. His cock was now like a rock and he couldn't do anything to hide his erection, with his hands still clenching on the chair.
"Oh, you're a sensitive one, aren't you, Potter?" Snape whispered into his ear and rolled both nipples between the slender fingers. Harry let out a long groan and squirmed in his sit, trying to escape his professor's skilled fingers and at the same time to get more of his touch. Snape was doing things to him with those hands and Harry felt so ashamed that he was achingly hard just from that "And so vocal, who would expect that" he murmured quietly "Draco, come here. I believe you have something to keep Mr Potter's mouth busy."
Harry opened his eyes widely, just in time to see Malfoy aproach them slowly with a wicked smile on his face. He shivered when the blond closed the distance between them and stopped right in front of Harry's naked body, sprawled out on their teacher's lap and chest. Then, he got even closer, so that his crotch was exactly on the level of Harry's head. Fuck. He was about to suck Malfoy, wasn't he. Merlin, no, no, no, no, please, no. Not him.
He watched as Malfoy brings his hand to his trousers and agonizingly slowly unbuckles the black leather belt, observing Harry intensely. With a smirk, he reached his hand inside the trousers and pulled his cock out.
Harry's heart stopped.
It was huge. Definietely bigger than his own, which made his cheeks go red in frustration. Yet he couldn't turn his gaze away. Malfoy's prick was already hard, straining proudly milimeters from his face.
Without a word, the Slytherin brought his member closer and slightly nudged Harry's lower lip with the leaking head.
"Suck it, Potter" he ordered.
Harry gulped, but didn't dare to break the eye contact. When he felt the hot, slick skin touching him, he almost instinctively parted his still puffy lips, opened wide and took the head in his mouth.
"That's it" Malfoy gasped. Harry leaned further to take more of Draco's length in, and then swallowed "Fuck, that bloody mouth" the blond hissed.
Harry kept bobbing his head up and down, when Snapes hands came back to his nipples. The man started to rub them and roll between his fingers, which made the black-haired boy moan around the cock in his mouth. The action sent vibrations through Draco's body, who in result grunted deep in his throat.
"Oh fuck, keep doing that" he panted towards Snape "Keep making him moan."
And Snape did. He smirked next to Harry's ear, paying special attention to the hard and sensitive nipples.
"Tell me, Potter," he whispered "You like having Draco in your mouth? You like sucking his thick cock?" Harry couldn't help but moan loudly at those words. His own professor talking to him like that. Snape talking to him like that. It felt as if he was fucking him with words "You like sucking a Slytherin?" he groaned again. Merlin, it was going to kill him "Maybe I could find some more students you could service, hm? I bet my Slytherins would love a Gryffindor, let alone the Boy Who Lived on his knees for them."
"Mmfff" another long moan escaped him, driving Malfoy crazy. Harry couldn't stop whining at the thought of being used like that by other Hogwarts students, especially the Slytherins.
"There you go, Potter" the professor said "Moan for Draco."
It just made him go mad and completely lose what was left of his dignity. Without thinking he complied obediently and groaned around the other boy loudly.
"Yeah, show him just how much you love his dick" it almost made him come right then. He was so painfully hard, and all because of Snape's low voice and the words that were leaving his mouth.
"Can I make him choke on my cock, professor?" Malfoy asked.
Harry immediately stopped. No, gods, please, no. He hated it. It's not like he had much experience but when Snape choked him with his thick prick, he couldn't breath. At the same time it sent shivers to his own dick, and felt so hot. Which terryfied him, especially if he was going to react the same way with Malfoy, who would probably drop dead from satisfaction of having so much power over him. Not that he didn't have it already, with his big cock in Harry's mouth, having him moaning like a little bitch.
"Just make sure to be very, very demanding" Snape answered in a low voice.
The blond bared his teeth in a devilish smile and looked down at Harry, who gulped nervously. Then he put his graceful hand on the back of Harry's head and started to slowly push him down his length. It felt amazing. The tight ring of Potter's lips around him made him want to bury himself even more into that hot and so incredibly wet tunnel.
The hand in the black-hair twisted sharply and Harry let out a muffled hiss. Finally, his nose met some tiny, curly blond hairs and he felt the head hitting the back of his throat. He shifted in Snape's lap in protest but immediately regretted it when his still sensitive and aching buttocks rubbed against the rough fabric of the man's trousers.
Malfoy buried himself completely in his mouth, holding his head securely against his lower abdomen. Harry chocked uncontrollably, but couldn't move away for a milimeter with the Slytherin's firm grip in his hair.
"Fuck yes, choke on my dick, Potter" Malfoy hissed through clenched teeth.
He made Harry choke again and again, and the Gryffindor's eyes began to sting. He couldn't breathe, his throat was on fire. And he felt so, so humiliated and ashamed, mostly because his prick was hard like never before in his life.
After another harsh choke, Malfoy withdrew a bit so that Harry was finally able to get some air through his nose. He looked up hesitantly and met a very satisfied grin at the other boy's face.
"What is it, Potter? Did I just make the great Boy Who Lived cry with my cock?" he chuckled darkly.
Harry's face went instantly deep red, nevertheless his dick twitched at Malfoy's tone. The Slytherin cupped his chin with the pale hand.
"Gonna fuck that annoying mouth of yours, Potter" he murmured with an intense gaze.
And he did. Harry had less than a second to try and relax his throat before Malfoy clasped his hands on both sides of Harry's head and started to fuck his mouth in earnest.
If he thought his throat was on fire earlier, he was wrong. Malfoy was fucking him so hard that he wasn't even able to swallow his own spit, so now it was dripping down his chin. Merlin, he felt so pathetic.
His heart stopped when one of Snape's hands left his abused nipple and trailed down his chest, then his stomach and suddenly long fingers wrapped themselves around the base of his aching cock. He yelped out of shock, but the sound was muffled by Malfoy dick pulling in and out.
And then Snape moved his hand up, and then down the shaft, and Harry let out the loudest moan he ever did, which caused Malfoy to grunt appreciatevly and pick up the pace of his thrusts.
Snape started to stroke him agonizingly slowly, he couldn't stop himself from making all the loud noises. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Snape hand was on his cock. Fuck.
The Potions Master didn't change the pace of his movements. He stroked him lazily, his grip loose. It was too little to get the wanted friction but just enough to tease. Harry thrust his hips eagerly to get some needed relief, but Snape immediately put his arm across his middle and held him still.
"Impatient, aren't we, Potter?" he whispered straight in his ear. Then, he driceted his gaze towards the young Slytherin, who was moving his hips frantically "Let go, Draco" he said.
Malfoy followed the order and after two more quick thrusts pulled out of Harry's mouth. The Gryffindor's head instantly fell down on Snape's chest. Through half-lidded eyes he watched as Draco started pumping his own prick and he moaned at the view. Fuck, the sight of Malfoy jerking off in front of him made him hot all over his body, especially in one place. He looked down and saw the long fingers working his shaft. Snape was stroking him slowly, regular movements sending shivers through him and making his cock twitch in anticipation. He needed more.
"Professor…" he whined quietly, his throat still extremely sore.
"Hush, not yet, Potter" the teacher answered.
Harry squirmed a little but remained silent. He watched Snape's hand moving up and down on his cock, all this time making needy sounds. Then the older wizard brought his hand to the pink head and ever so slowly swiped his thumb over the weeping slit.
"Ahhh!" Harry moaned loudly, his body jerked spasmodically at the feeling "Oh fuck – ohh!" he could feel his cock was leaking with all the stimulation. He tried to thrust his hips but failed with the strong grip around his middle section. He closed his eyes and took a shaking breath "Professor, p-please…ahh" he whimpered.
The Potions Master didn't speed up though "Don't worry, Potter. I will give you your longed-for relief" he said and Harry gasped excitedly "But you will get it only after Draco comes all over that pretty face of yours" he murmured into his ear "Understood?"
Harry's breath caught in his chest but he nodded frantically, unable to take the torturous caress anymore.
He opened his eyes just when Malfoy increased the pace of his movements. The blond directed his shaft at Harry's face and he wasn't able to look away. Fuck, it was hot. Malfoy was hot. He would sooner die than admit it, but he thought he could come just from watching Draco pumping his huge dick right in front of his face.
"Mmm… so fucking pretty" Malfoy muttered, cupping one of Harry's cheeks in his left hand "You liked my Slytherin cock, Potter?"
The answer came almost immediately "Y-yes" he moaned, unable to turn his gaze away from the silver eyes.
Malfoy smirked "Yes, what?"
Harry blushed furiously from being so dominated by the other boy, but he was long gone with the stimulation from Snape's hands and all the humiliation game.
"Ye-…Yes, sir" he gasped.
"Do you want me to come all over your pretty face, Potter?"
"Yesss, sir" he managed between small whines.
Malfoy tilted his head slightly and smirked "Say 'please'."
Harry's heart sped up. He never begged anyone, especially Malfoy, but right then it was so incredibly hot he couldn't care less for his dignity "Please, sir" he moaned. When he heard his unusually high-pitched voice begging shamelessly, his achig cock twitched in Snape's hand.
Malfoy's grin widened. He quickened his pace and now was pumping his cock rapidly, holding Harry's gaze. Harry noticed that his jaw clenched and his chest was rising and falling irregularly while his movements became erratic. The blond parted his lips and started to pant intensely. Harry mimicked the gesture, preparing himself for what was to come.
"Fuck" Malfoy growled and after two more pulls he shuddered, reaching his orgasm. He was coming, groaning throatily, and Harry felt like it lasted forever. The Slytherin's load spilled right onto his face – on his cheeks, nose, chin. He could taste some of it on his tongue and abused lips. It was musky and bitter, and at the same time a little bit sweet. Fuck. He loved it.
Malfoy stopped moving his hand and brought the head of his spent dick to Harry's lips. The black-haired boy looked up.
"Lick it clean" Draco ordered in uncompromising voice.
Harry complied and obiedently stuck his tongue out. He unconsciously closed his eyes when his tongue swiped the tip of the cock, focusing on the taste. Shit, so good.
He licked the head more and more, until the last drop of cum was gone and the tip was covered in his saliva.
"So greedy, aren't you, Potter?" Malfoy chuckled darkly and withdrew slightly. He put himself back into the trousers and adjusted his shirt. Then, he looked at the Gryffindor, sprawled out naked and flushed in their professor's lap, with his cum all over his face. It was more hot than anything he had ever seen in his life. Bloody hell, he had never felt this powerful.
"Now, Mr Potter" Snape whispered into Harry's ear and instantly goosebumps covered the boy's skin "We'll take care of that" he twisted his wrist on Harry's cock and Harry let out a loud groan, squeezing his eyes shut "Shall we?"
Harry nodded, having lost the ability to form the simpliest word.
"I want you to keep watching how I stroke you, all the time, until you spill your seed all over my hand. Understood?" he asked, and Harry couldn't stop squirming. He nodded frantically "Good. Don't you dare close your eyes, Potter" he warned in a whisper.
Harry barely found strength to look down. Snape's hand started to move up and down again, which drew a sharp breath out of Harry's chest.
The man was pumping his shaft torturously slowly, twisting his wrist every now and then, driving him crazy. He kept writhing in his professor's lap, trying little thrusts into the large hand, but whenever he did, the teacher immediately loosened his grip so that he couldn't get the needed friction.
"Agghh" he groaned in frustrastion as Snape threw his other arm across his middle section and held him securely in place. Slender fingers trailed up the shaft and began kneading just under the glistening head. Harry kept watching, just as he was instructed to, all the time making tiny noises he couldn't help. The thumb made its way towards the tip and gently brushed the slit, smearing the pre-come all over it.
"Ahh!" Harry moaned "Ah, Mer- ohh!" Snape smirked at the boy's reactions. He kept teasing the tip with his thumb, enjoying every second of the sweet torture that made the student tremble in his lap.
"There you go, Potter" he murmured into the boy's ear "Just like that" he played with the head for a bit and then came back to pumping his fist up and down.
Harry whined helplessly. The strong grip Snape had him in successfully prevented him from thrusting even a milimeter into the hot fist and the merciless pace of Potions Master's strokes was driving him mad.
"You like it, Potter?" the older wizard whispered to him hotly "Watching my hand jerking you off?"
He whimpered quietly and closed his eyes for a second, before he realized that he was supposed to keep them open "Y-yes" his voice was shaking from the overwhelming experience.
"Why did I punish you, Potter?" the man asked.
Harry felt his face flushed fiercely "B-because I ignored you- ahh! – your instruction and acted irrespon-oh Merlin – irresponsibly, sir!"
"And?"
"A-and I lied to you" he groaned.
"That's right. You were very naughty, Potter" Snape went on in a calm, deep voice "And naughty boys should be punished, isn't that right?"
"Y-yes, sir" he stuttered nervously. Merlin, he wouldn't punish him again, would he?
"Do you think you've been punished enough?" he asked, as his hand went to cup Harry's balls.
"Oh fuck ohh" it felt so bloody amazing he forgot for a moment that Snape was waiting for his answer "Yes, s-sir!" Sweet Merlin, so good, he thought "Draco spanked me good and hard…ohh…he wa…he was very thorough, sir!"
"Is that so?" the teacher asked him, still playing with his balls "Then maybe I should ask Draco to always punish you whenever you do something inappropriate, hm?"
Harry let out a loud groan at the thought. The Slytherin knew perfectly well how and where to hit with the paddle to make him cry from pain, but the perspective of Snape's burning smacks wasn't any better. No matter who was going to spank him, he would end up begging them to stop, they were equally severe.
He didn't respond, but whimpered again, which caused Snape to smirk dangerously "Next time you'll remember to stay away from trouble, am I right?" he asked.
Harry almost immediately nodded his head "Yes, professor" he managed between the moans he was letting out because of the hand of his cock.
"Good boy" Snape whispered gently straight into his ear "Such a good boy you are."
Suddenly he quickened the pace of his movements and started to stroke Harry with more energy.
"Ohh fuuck, professor!" he was barely able to stop himself from closing his eyes, but he managed to keep watching as the large hand pumps up and down his aching cock.
In no time Harry was a red-faced, heavily-panting mess. Finally his body was getting the stimulation he was craving so much.
"What do you want, Potter?" asked Snape.
The response came right away "I w-want to come, sir" his voice was shaking like crazy.
"You want to come?"
"Y-yes! Yes, please" he whined so pathetically he earned a dark chuckle from Malfoy. He couldn't care less though, he could only focus on the swift pulls of his prick. Merlin, he was so ready "Please, professor. Please, make me come."
Snape smirked under his nose "I want you to scream very loudly when you come, Potter. So that the whole castle knows I made you cum."
"Ohh, yes sir" shit, he didn't know how much longer he could last. He felt like falling apart "Ahh, professor" he was not able to think anymore, everything he felt was the waves of pleasure, pleasure given to him by Snape "Nghhh, fu- ahh!" the fact that he was watching the man's hand moving on his cock was so hot he couldn't breathe "Ohh Merlin, professor plea-" he felt as if he was going to explode if he wasn't coming next second – I ca- Ahh! Professor, I can't….oh fuck… take it…ohh gods… anymore-mmfpff!" Fuck, he's so close "Professor, please…"
After one last swipe across the sensitive slit, Snape took pity on the wirthing boy and quickened the pace of his movements. Harry reacted immediately, a series of pleas and „yeses" echoing in the room. Snape was stroking him hard and fast, and soon he felt the familiar heat bulding up in his lower stomach.
"Ohh, ohh professor, I-ahh, I'm…!"
"Come for me, Potter" the low voice whispered into his ear.
Harry's heart stopped and his whole body trembled uncontrollably "Ahh!" he half screamed half whined when he came, his vision blurred from the intensitivity of the orgasm. He was moaning loudly while Snape was stroking him through his orgasm. It lasted forever, like he had never come before and just relieved the tension bulding up in him for years.
"Ohh fuck, professor" he moaned as the waves of pleasure washed through him one after another and he felt himself slowly getting down from his high.
"That's it, let it out" Snape murmured to him, still stroking his cock. Harry watched as the man's hand pumps slower and slower, all covered in his cum, spreading sticky liquid across the pulsating length. He was panting heavily, his chest rising and falling in a quick, irregular rythm, until he felt that the touch is too much and squirmed in professor's lap, trying to get away from the friction.
But professor Snape didn't stop. Instead, he tightened his grip on Harry's middle section to have him secured and unable to move "Be a good boy, Potter," he purred into his ear "and keep still" There was an amused note in his voice. Harry could sense the smirk on his face and when he looked up, he saw the matching grin on Malfoy's mouth. The Slytherin nodded slightly at the older wizard, and before Harry could think about anything, a violent shudder shook his body.
"Ahh!" he screamed, when Snape's thumb slide across the slit of his dick. "No, no, no, no, no! Professor, I can't- ahh! Professor, please! No more, I really ca-aah, oh fuck!" he begged but Snape didn't seem to care. He started to play with the delicate head, making the boy in his lap to quiver and toss his head in all direction.
"Sensitive, Potter, aren't we?" he asked amused by the helpless whines and whimperes Harry was making. Then he again looked at the blond student and gave him a nod.
Right then Harry felt Snape's hand slides down and his fingers wrap around the base of his cock. At the same time, he saw Draco reaching one arm towards him with a smug expression on his face.
The Slytherin joined all fingers of his right hand togerher and slowly moved the flat of his hand towards the dick held out for him by Snape's grip. He threw Harry a very dirty, dangearous smile and finally touched the inside of his palm to the sensitive head.
Harry's trembled fiercely and his eyes went wide when Malfoy started to move his hand.
"AHH!" he yelled.
Draco was teasing the tip of his cock with the flat of his palm, making him convulse with violent spasms from overstimulation, while Snape was holding his dick firmly for the blond to play with, keeping Harry still in place.
He tried to squirm away, to do everything to get away from the torturous touch, but couldn't. His legs kicked in the air, unable to bear the intense feeling. He was lolling his head from side to side, moaning from merciless actions of Malfoy's palm. Fuck, it was too much.
"Too much, it's too much! Please, Malfoy!" he begged in a trembling voice. The Slytherin could now easily torment him until he dies and tell the whole school about how he made Harry Potter beg. But Harry didn't care. He just wanted this to end. He just couldn't take it anymore.
But Malfoy had too much fun. He kept teasing Harry's sensitive head with the flat of his palm, adding just enough pressure to make the boy go insane.
He smirked under his nose "What is it, Potter? You want me to stop?" he asked, not for a second stopping his movements.
"Please, please, please, I can't anymore, please!" Harry's pleas sounded so broken and helpless in the quiet room.
"Oh yes, beg me, Potter."
"Please, Malfoy, I'm begging you, please!" he sobbed.
After a moment the blond took his hand away and Harry felt waves of relief wash through him instantly. Tired, he let his head fall back on Snape's arm, trying to calm his breath but he didn't have much time to relax because he suddenly felt the teacher's long fingers move from the base to the head of his cock. He immediately lift his head and moaned lingeringly when he saw that Snape started to stroke him slowly.
"Nooo, please, professor…" he whined loudly, pushing his head back on the man's chest and lolling it from side to side "I-…please, please, stop it" he begged. He didn't even try to stop the tears that came to his eyes. He was finally sobbing in earnest.
"Shhhh, it's okay" Snape whispered in a hot breath "It's okay" he continued to slowly move his hand up and down Harry's shaft.
Harry prayed to gods for this to end, he couldn't stand any more preassure on his overstimulated prick, but on the other hand he felt so safe, curled up, as much as he could at least, in Snape's chest, being held by the man's strong arms, having him whispering sweet nothings straight into his ear to calm him down while continuing the torture by stroking him slowly, lazily. All this time, soft moans were escaping Harry's mouth, while his body convulsed violently with every pull on his cock.
"Is your small weenie too sensitive now, Harry?" Snape asked gently, as if he spoke to a child. Harry felt a spark of anger in him as he heard what Snape called his dick but in a way it felt right and made him feel even more vulnerable and childish. And he liked it.
"Yes, s-sir" he sobbed quietly, ashamed of his current state.
"Would you like me to stop?"
"Yes, sir, please!" he moaned louder, still quivering in Snape's lap, the man's hand still moving slowly up and down.
"Will you ignore my orders and lie to me ever again?" Snape asked, his fingers still torturing Harry.
"No! No, sir!" the Gryffindor cried out "I will never do that again, I promise, I swear"
Snape smirked satisfied "Good. Very good, Harry" he said. Harry just noticed that Snape had used his name. It made him feel even more safe and protected. As much as he wanted this feeling to last, he couldn't handle any more teasing. It hurt so much that he thought he would pass out any moment.
"Please, professor…" he squeled.
Finally, Snape gave his cock one last stroke and took his hand away. Harry immediatly let out a gasp of relief and collapsed more into his teacher's chest. He was so exhausted.
He lay there for a couple of moments, panting heavily from overstimulation, trying to catch his breath. Snape was gently stroking his tight with his thumb, which helped Harry to relax a bit. The boy opened his eyes and saw Malfoy watching him carefully with a smug expression. Before Harry could ask, the Slytherin leaned towards his ear.
"You look fucking fantastic with my cum all over your face, Potter" he whispered in a low, deep voice that sent shivers down Harry's spine.
Just then Harry realized that his face was indeed covered in something sticky. Obviously, Malfoy's cum. His face went red instantly at the memory of the blond jerking himself in front of him and then shooting his load right at him. Fuck, he would wank to that memory later. Fuck, what he was even thinking about! It was Malfoy, for Merlin's sake!
Then, Draco turn his head slightly so that he was facing the side of Harry's face, he stuck out his tounge and licked a long stripe of his cum from Harry's chin to his temple.
Oh fuck. That was…did Malfoy just…? Harry sat with his eyes and mouth wide open, shocked by the fact that the other boy licked his own cum from Harry's own face. Fuck.
"I'll save some for you to taste. Since you liked it that much" he said teasingly, giving Harry a dirty smirk and a wink. Then, he turned around on his heel and slowly left the room, closing the door quietly behind himself.
"Fuck…" a curse escaped his lips.
"Language, Potter" Snape's voice murmured near his head. Harry looked up and saw his teacher glaring right back at him.
"Um, sorry, sir" he said quickly, turning away his gaze. He realized that he was still sitting in Snape's lap, completely naked, with his cum all over his belly and Snape's hand, and his face covered in Malfoy's cum. Suddenly a wave of heat hit his face and his cheeks became extremely crimson.
"Are you ready to get up, Potter?" he jumped at the sudden sound of Snape's voice.
"Y-yes, I think so" he stuttered, still ashamed to look properly at his teacher.
Slowly, he shifted away from Snape's chest and crotch towards the edge of his knees and hissed in pain when his sore arse rubbed against the rough material of the man's trousers. He quickly stood up, grabbing his underwear and trousers. He didn't know where his shirt was thou, probably Snape vanished it with a spell sometime during the whole…thing. He rushed to put his pants on to cover himself and end his humiliation of standing with bare, red ass and limp cock in front of his bloody Potions Master. Then he reached to get his trousers back on.
"I won't give you any potion for your bottom, Potter" Snape said, watching him dress with expresionless face but with a hint of amusement in his voice "I want you to feel this spanking for days to learn your lesson."
Harry gulped and shifted uncomfortably, but nodded "Yes, sir."
He stood there, waiting for further instructions, but eventually Snape just waved his hand to return Harry his shirt, and smirked.
"I hope I don't have to remind you that none of this is supposed to leave this room, Potter" he said "You wouldn't like to end something you enjoy so much, would you?" he asked amused.
"No, sir. You punished me just like I deserved for disrespecting you, sir" Harry answered obediently.
"That's right. Now, go back to your dormitory, before you get yourself another detention for roaming the castle after curfew."
"Yes, sir" he moved towards the door, but stopped right before he opened it "Um, professor?"
"What is it, Potter?" Snape hissed, already annoyed.
"Um, I…I'm sorry. For ignoring your decision. I really am."
Snape looked at him through narrowed eyes but then huffed satisfied "I guess now I know what sort of punishment will be most effective with you, Potter" he smirked "You can leave now."
Harry acknowledged his response with a short nod and left the office. He made his way towards Gryffindor tower, all sorts of thoughts going through his head as he run the empty corridors.