"Sit" Snape commanded as a single torch flared on the opposite side of the dark room they had just entered. Harry's mind was fuzzy; the leather collar securely fastened around his neck was just tight enough to amplify his rapid pulse.

Snape unhooked the leash, looking into Harry's eyes for just a moment before standing once more. Harry watched Snape's every movement. He was so graceful and controlled. Every miniscule step having purpose. First he hung the leash in its place before stepping back and looking around the room.

"Look around the room Mr. Potter." Harry immediately looked around, the room was dark but it had a sinister glow. There was an assortment of floggers on the wall next to what appeared to be wrist and ankle restraints held in place by thick steel chains.

Watching Harry's face as he took in the room made him smirk. This was going to be very fun. Stepping toward Harry, Snape spoke in his silky tone "Do you know what this room does Mr. Potter?" "No sir" Harry responded. "This room reflects the desires of the one using it." Harry looked surprised and a second later slightly alarmed. "So the room is telepathic sir?" "Yes. Only that which the submissive truly desires will appear." Snape smirked once more as a desk seemed to creep from the shadows behind Harry. Looking at it Harry blushed and Snape smirked once more. The desk was that of the Potion's Master himself.

"Now why would the desk from my office be here Mr. Potter?" Snape asked, taking smooth slow steps toward Harry. Harry's eyes grew wide as he looked into the Potion's Master's eyes. That look was bloody terrifying. And yet his cock grew even harder. In a second Snape was on him, grasping Harry's shoulders hard enough to leave bruises, he lifted him into a standing position only to make him kneel at his feet in front of his desk a moment later.

Harry looked up at him, eyes wide and innocent. A look of pure trust and submission. Snape's breath stilled for a moment, no submissive had ever had a look so pure before. Harry was looking at him like he worshiped him. Regaining his inner composure Snape removed his outer robes, then his black top, revealing only a white dress shirt underneath. Untucking his shirt from his black pants, his eyes never leaving Harry's. Harry's eyes followed his every move, every twitch. The bulge in his trousers was obvious now, catching sight of it Harry's mouth opened slightly and he deftly licked his lips.

Snape unbuttoned his trousers, revealing black boxers underneath. Harry's eyes were glued to his cock. Taking a step closer to harry he looked at him, giving him a silent command, or was it permission?

Harry's hands sprang up, as he wiggled closer. He pulled Snape's trousers down, lightly running his fingers over the massive length as he did so. He heard Snape's breath shudder slightly, and felt him grow harder. Slipping a finger into the waist band of his underwear he pulled them down. Snape hissed as the cool dungeon air encased his cock. Harry was panting slightly as he took Snape's rock hard length into his hand.

Snape was watching Harry's eyes as he lightly ran his hand up and down his cock. Harry was taking in every inch, gazing at it as though it was the most magnificent cock he had ever seen. Snape quite liked the look of Harry knelt before him gazing at his cock adoringly.

Harry lightly licked the tip, running his soft tongue down the underside, then tentatively caressing Snape's heavy sack. Snape was fighting to keep his eyes on Harry as the boy maddeningly teased him. He let Harry examine his cock for a moment more before gripping the back of Harry's hair and guiding his warm mouth onto his cock. He wasn't forceful, he was patient. He was allowing Harry to show him exactly how much he wanted him.

Snape saw the act of fellatio as a reward, and an expression of appreciation. It was the one thing that allowed his sub to show their admiration, their lust, and their true desires. You can tell a lot about a person on many different levels by the way they perform fellatio and Snape knew that very well. He took pleasure in learning the secrets expressed by ones darting tongue.

Harry was sucking on his cock, massaging it with his entire mouth, his tongue pressing hard onto the underside. It felt like he was trying to suck the cock right off of Snape's body. Slowly bobbing his head, Harry was taking the entire length into his mouth and throat. It was divine. And Snape knew he was not going to last long with such delicious administrations. Letting his head fall back Snape let out a soft moan which caused harry to shudder. Such a delicious shudder…..

*I've decided that each act is going to be its own chapter, which will allow me to express the great detail of each act, and pay individual attention to each thing. IRL each act is individual, and full attention is paid to every administration so putting the whole scene into one chapter felt like it would mush is all together and not show the distinction.*