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Harry Potter had had enough. He was going to confront the evil git, Snape. Harry had witnessed first hand how bad off Hermione had become at the hands of the greasy bastard. The old pervert had debauched one of his best friends, changing her from the bookish plain shrew into an unapologetic cock hungry whore. While Harry had never been attracted to her, and probably never would, he could admit that the potions Snape had given the girl had turned her into a banging bombshell with mass sex appeal. Harry would go to Snape, give him the what-for and put him in his place.
As the scrawny, scruffy fifteen year old slammed the Professor's office door in, Snape raised a brow at him with an impassive countenance. "Potter, how rude of you. What could you possibly need to cause you to intrude on my solitude?" The dark wizard questioned sardonically.
"Snape, you need to lay off Hermione. You keep away from my friend!" The young wizard spat nastily. "You've changed her into a tramp. All she can talk about is getting at your deformed cock."
"Oh?" Snape sarcastically queried. "Is that all? If Miss Granger prefers to fill her rather large mouth with my cock instead of allowing endless, useless diatribes to spew forth what problem is that of mine? She begs me daily to stick my dick in her, why should I stop?"
"Because it's wrong and sickening, you're a perverted pedophile and if you wont stop on your own I'll make you!" Harry screamed, whipping out his wand in an attempt to curse the patiently reclining man.
Snape lazily flicked his wand at the boy, effortlessly disarming and restraining him at once. "Don't knock it til you try it, Potter," Snape drawled, nearing the prone boy and yanking the youthful, lithe form against his hard body. "My my, isn't this better?" Snape breathed against the trembling boys ear, caressing the slender form with patient hands and finding his smallish, hardened member. "Look at that, your enjoying my ministrations. What a naughty boy you've been, Harry." The young boy shivered as the silken timbre made him ache, for what he didn't know. Hearing his named moaned in such a sexy, deep voice and enunciated so thoroughly almost made him cum in his pants.
"I don't like blokes," Harry insisted breathlessly, unconsciously rocking his tiny cock into his professors gentle grip and thrusting his pert bum back against a hugely erect cock.
"Sure you don't, but your body says otherwise," Snape insisted, spelling his young students clothes off and observing his youthful deshabille with heated eyes.
Harry squeaked at his sudden nudity, attempting to cover his parts with slim arms. Losing patience with the delicious morsel he so wanted to devour, Snape drug the boy face down over his lap, restraining him with a spell so he could not escape.
With nimble, talented hands Snape explored the nooks and crannies of the supple body spread across his lap. He tenderly massaged the tiny, pert arsecheeks before harshly spanking them. He varied between sweet caresses and harsh spanks, pinkening then reddening the bawling boys beautiful bum. Harry screamed and cried deliciously, crocodile tears streaming down his swollen, red face. Snape took the boys tiny cocklet in hand, causing the screams to change to moans and squeals. The painful spanking hand turned to light swats of pleasure as Snape stroked the immature member.
While Harry was fifteen, he was barely into puberty as he was so malnourished and underfed. He was skinny and scrawny, barely heavier than a small child. His classmates so outsized him that he often found himself intimidated in the locker room, shaking like a leaf as the alpha males leered at his minuscule prick and round arse. He had to carry his wand in a thigh holster everywhere he went, having to hex the randy teen boys who constantly groped him and attempted to molest him in the showers and bathrooms.
"While I prefer my women thick and curvy, I prefer my boys lithe and slim. Your small, delicate body turns me on like no other. I've been fantasizing about your delicious self since spotting you in my class as a first year. I denied myself far too long," Snape informed Harry as he slipped out his huge cock and turned his small burden to face him.
Gently kissing the boys delicate, rosy lips Snape silently spelled lube into the tiny, virginal arsehole and applied a single finger. A shaking Harry trembled and moaned as Snape's finger prodded his prostate, causing him to cum all over his professor's buttoned shirt. As Snape inserted a second finger, then a third, hitting his prostate every stroke the young boy rehardened, bucking onto the huge cock poised beneath him lustily. After stretching the tight opening with four fingers, Snape easily withdrew them with a squelch, replacing them quickly with his nearly too large member. As his small opening stretched around Snape's dick, Harry grunted at the slight pain and then moaned lewdly as it quickly turned to pleasure. Harry's bodily assimilated to the extra girthy cock that was rutting into him, stretching hugely to accommodate the potions master.
Snape was in heaven. His huge dick felt like it was being strangled by the unbearably tight passaged clenching around him as Harry came for the second time. The boy was as delicious as he had imagined, if not more so. His gasping, panting mouth opened in a wide O of pleasure as his prick became erect yet again. Tempting beyond Snape's control, he claimed the small mouth in a passionate kiss, which the adolescent hesitatingly returned before losing his reluctance and responding in kind. Harry came yet again with Snape's huge cockhead stimulating his prostate with every hearty thrust.
After Harry came four more times, Snape finally gave into his pleasure and painted the boys insides with his seed. After cuddling the sweet boy against his chest for a while, Snape carried the boneless body into his private chambers and jacuzzi tub for a long, sensuous soak. He was thoroughly cleansed and then defiled yet again by the lusty potions master, his new lover.
No wonder Hermione is addicted to him, thought Harry. He's insatiable and so very talented. He hoped she didn't mind sharing, because she would be regardless.