Snape pulled Harry to his feet, holding him by the shoulders. He took a moment to gaze into the boy's innocent unguarded eyes. Snape appreciated the honesty of the boy. He had never had anyone that could fully let down their guard, and become completely venerable. Not breaking eye contact he led Harry over to a waist height table.
Leaning him over the table, bent at the waist, and on his stomach Snape fastened Harry's wrists above his head to the top corners of the table. Harry laid his head sideways, cheek pressing into the cool wood. Snape walked around the table, taking in Harry's appearance.
With a flick of his wand Harry's shirt disappeared. The boy's breath caught as his warm flesh pressed into the cool wood beneath him. Lightly dragging the flogger over Harry's back, he watched as the boy shivered. Harry's pants disappeared, causing Snape to raise his eyebrows because that had not been his doing. Snape's eyes followed the delicate curve of the boys back to the arch of his smooth round arse.
Dragging the flogger from the boys shoulders, down his back, and over his arse Snape pulled back and landed a swift swat on Harry's arse. The boy hissed. Pulling back once more, Snape admired the red stripes steadily appearing on the boys arse. Once he was satisfied with the appearance of the marks he began administering several more swats onto the boy. Harry moaned with every flick of the Professor's wrist.
Harry was shaking, panting and moaning all in the same. Stepping back to admire his handy work Snape smirked. There wasn't a single white spot left, every inch of the boys bum was marked by Snape. Red stripe upon red stripe.
Stepping forward, Snape ran his hand lightly over the boy's lower back causing him to shudder once more. The fastenings holding Harry's hands in place released, yet the boy did not move. Snape had not given him permission to move. "Turn over" Snape commanded his voice smooth and silky as ever.
Harry turned, hissing as the hard wood pressed into his sore bum and the cool air lashed his weeping cock. Snape took hold of the soft white feather sitting on the shelf next to them. Brushing it over Harry's collarbone, down over his erect nipple, and down his chest. Snape enjoyed every hitched breath and exhalation the boy made. His cock twitched watching Harry's eyes flutter as he moved the feather down even further.
Snape stopped a millimeter from the boys cock. Causing Harry to moan in frustration, His hips twitched up, his cock begging for contact. Snape smirked at the boy's desperate efforts. Snape brushed the feather from the base of Harry's cock up the underside to the tip as lightly as possible. Harry all but screamed at the best torture he had even endured.
"Please, s-sir. Please" Harry begged. Ah there it is. Snape thought. He had been waiting for the boy to beg, and frankly he was surprised it had taken him so long. Snape tickled Harry's cock once more, before suddenly and unexpectedly grasping Harry's cock hard. Squeezing just hard enough, the boy screamed. The contrast between sensations was enough to make Harry's vision go blank. Three tugs was all it took. Harry came screaming into Snape's fist. His vision went white as his orgasm ripped through every fiber of his being. Snape held his gaze; Harry was unable to close his eyes.
He could feel Snape within in his mind, feeling his deafening orgasm. Harry collapsed onto the table. He hadn't even known he had arched off the table. Panting as his vision remained absent. He tried to speak, His words airy and broken. "T-thank you sir." Harry gasped out.
Snape smiled to himself, the boy would do very well. He had learnt things Snape hadn't even taught him yet. The boy was a natural. Releasing Harry's cock, Snape was certain tonight was going to be exceptional.