Pulling Harry to his feet, Snape cupped the boys chin as Harry looked up into his Potions Master's obsidian eyes. Snape was not intentionally looking into the boys mind when the emotion of "Mine" graced the forefront of his mind. It took Snape by surprise though you would never have known it. "His" Snape though, the boy was viewing him as his. Snape was conflicted. This could be very very bad, yet on the other had it could be very good. As the waves of unease and grudging delight collided within him he decided to worry about that late. He laid a soft kiss upon Harry's lips. Then lead him across the room to a large black four poster bed that had not been there previous. Harry noted that the room kept growing, yet his mind was growing foggier with each passing moment.
Standing at the end of the bed, Snape took a step back to look the boy over. Harry Potter, the boy who lived was standing before him wearing nothing but a black leather collar and Snape's marks upon his arse. After all that he had seen of the boy this evening it was odd to think of him as the hero of the wizarding world. The boy had completely surrendered himself to the evil bat of the dungeons. He trusted him, He consented. Even now Harry was looking at Snape with raw innocence and trust. Trust. That word meant many things to the Professor. Trust was more of a trick question when it came to him. Those who trusted him probably shouldn't and those who didn't probably should. Trust was a funny thing to those living a double life. Harry knew what he was; he knew he spent countless nights at the feet of the man who murdered his parents. Harry knew he shouldn't trust him. Snape knew the boy shouldn't trust him yet here he was standing before him clothed in nothing but pure trust.
Snape was taking in every inch of the boy's body. He knew very well how Quidditch affected one's body. He quite liked that. Snape gave the boy a commanding look, and Harry was immediately on his knees, hands on his knees and head down. Snape smiled to himself though his lips did not bare the slightest twitch.
Walking a tight circle around the kneeling form, Snape examined him. He could feel that Harry's mind existed only in the present, his only thought being of the Potions Master. Harry was oblivious to the universe outside of that very room, and his own mind. Snape ran his hand through the perpetually messy hair that annoyed him so very much. Tightening his grip slightly he pulled the boys head up to face him.
The boy's eyes were round, and worshiping. Snape refused to admit to acknowledge his pleasure in the way the boy was looking at him. "Stand" Snape said releasing the boy. "Get onto the middle of the bed, on your hands and knees" Snape instructed. He walked to the side of the bed as the boy did as he was told. Snape touched the boy's waist with his wand, pressing just hard enough to remind the boy that he was in control and that he would punish him if necessary, or if he simply felt the urge to release more force upon the boy who lived. A thick cord steadily flowed from the tip of his wand. The rope wound it's was around the boy's waist forming intricate knots. Next the rope was wound around the boy's upper things and arse, then his chest and shoulders. The rope was tied off at four points; One rope extended from each shoulder, and one rope extended from each of the boys hips. Snape inspected every inch of the bindings. He made sure they were not too tight, secure, and that the boy's circulation was not inhibited.
The feel of Snape's strong hands running over his cool body caused the boys cock to twitch. Growing harder each time Snape slipped a finger under a strand, the feel of his skin on his was electric.
Feeling confident in his bindings Snape fastened each rope to the four posters suspending Harry 15 inches above the mattress. Harry wasn't uncomfortable; he felt more like he was being hugged tightly. Peaking into Harry's mind Snape saw that Harry felt secure so he continued.
The boys still red bum was visible between the bindings around his waist and thighs. The boy's now hard cock was dangling between his spread legs. With each breath Snape saw the outlines of the boy's ribs. Running his hand over the boys back, Harry shivered. Snape's electric touch was giving him chills. His hard nipples rubbed against the rough rope causing him to moan. Snape took notice and smirked. Taking his wand Snape tapped each of Harry's nipples, just hard enough to sting. Harry moaned once more. Doing it again, and again. Progressively getting harder with each strike. Harry was past moaning, past screaming and was now whimpering as the sensation took over him. He couldn't think all he could do was feel.
Satisfied with the shaking, whimpering form Snape stopped. Moving back down the boy's body. Harry gasped as a warm finger began massaging his puckered hole. He started out light, his administrations becoming more firm the more he massaged. When he felt the boy relaxing he slipped one long lubed finger into the boy. He stayed still for a moment, before moving again.
He did not want Harry to be fully comfortable so he didn't wait for harry to fully get used to each action before continuing. Inserting another finger into the boy's tight hole he began scissoring his fingers. Stretching the obviously virgin arse. He could tell that Harry had experimented with himself previously, yet he had never had an actual cock in his tight ass.
Snape was now fully nude. Taking his massive hard cock in his other hand and coating it with lube before he removed his fingers only to replace them a second later with his length. Harry gasped as he was not expecting to feel the Professor inside of him so quickly and forcefully. The pain of it only made him harder, yet he let out a whimper because it wasn't exactly the most enjoyable pain. Yet his quivering body needed it. He needed to be taken.
Snape's moan came as a great surprise to Harry. He hadn't expected such a raw expression of pleasure. The moan felt like warm chocolate, it was delicious.
Snape stilled for a moment to let harry get used to him, but Harry wanted none of it. He pushed back on Snape's cock. Snape grasped Harry's hips as he slid in and out of that tight little arse. Pulling all the way out before sliding back in a millisecond later. Harry was making such delicious noises. Snape was getting closer as he began pounding into Harry. Harrys was shaking more than ever. He abandoned moaning minutes ago and had started screaming. With each stroke Snape was hitting Harry's prostate causing a blinding sensation to shoot through him every second. "c-com-e" Harry managed to get out in between screams. "You can come when I say" Snape commanded in a slightly weak voice.
Reaching down and grasping the boys cock, Snape said "come for me pet". Harry screamed out his orgasm. Snape came with a final thrust into Harry's tight hole. Letting his head fall back as he came Snape let out a moan like none other. It was quiet but more powerful that the loudest of screams.
Releasing Harry's cock, Snape grasped Harry's bum as he slowly pulled out. Watching his half hard cock slip free of the beautiful pink hole Snape sighed.
Snape flicked his wand releasing Harry's near limp form. Holding him like a child in his arms Snape laid Harry on his back. Harry's eyes were nearly closed, his eye lids heavy. Snape left the room.
Hearing the door shut Harry sat straight up, looking around frantically he confirmed that Snape was gone. Harry wasn't sure what to think. Surely Snape wouldn't just fuck him and leave. Come to think of it that sounded exactly like Snape. Harry looked down at his lap, not sure if he should leave or wait.
Before he could make up his still very clouded mind Snape returned. A tea tray hovering in front of him. "Have some tea" Snape said sitting down on the bed beside Harry. "A biscuit wouldn't hurt either" He added as an afterthought. Harry smiled, taking two biscuits and eating them as though he hadn't eaten in a year. Snape smirked glancing over at him. Taking a sip of his tea before he began "I should obliviate you" Harry looked at him in alarm "NO! Sir please don't!" Snape was looking at him, contemplating. "You realize that I could lose my job and lose my place at his side if you were to breathe a word of this Potter?" Harry's heart sank, it was back to Potter. "Yes, Sir." Harry emphasized sir. "I promise I will not tell anyone. You can't just take away the memory of this" Snape raised his eyebrows "I can't" He challenged. "No, I didn't mean you can't sir. I just meant, please don't!" Snape smirked. Harry finished his tea and set the cup down "Get dressed." Harry was disappointed. He thought that maybe Snape would have let him stay, or at least have treated him a tiny bit different.
Harry finished dressing and walked toward the door. "Harry." Snape spoke "Remember." Harry looked confused as always. "Goodnight" Snape said. "Goodnight Sir." Harry returned.
Snape couldn't allow the boy to know exactly how much pleasure he had taken by using him, by taking the one thing the boy could only give once.
Closing the door behind him Harry's mind was spinning. First he threatened to obliviate him, and then he called him Harry. He made him tea, and then banished him like nothing had happened. Harry sighed. Of course he didn't know what to think, this was Snape he was dealing with. Did he really expect anything else?