Day 12: Petplay
The soft jingling of the collar around Harry's neck was the only sound in the room as he knelt on all fours at Snape's feet, his heart racing in his chest. The cool stone floor beneath him sent a chill through his body, but the heat building inside him quickly overshadowed any discomfort. His breath came in short, shallow bursts as he waited for Snape's next command, his body trembling with a mix of arousal and anticipation.
The thick, leather collar around his neck felt tight, grounding him in the role he had taken on tonight. Attached to the back was a leash, and Snape's hand held the other end, his fingers curled around it with practiced ease. But what made Harry feel most exposed was the weight of the puppy dog tail anal plug snug inside him, its soft tail swaying slightly every time he shifted on his hands and knees.
Snape stood over him, his presence dominating the room as always. His dark eyes roamed over Harry's body, taking in every detail—the collar, the way Harry's hips subtly moved with the weight of the plug inside him, the way his eyes gleamed with desire even as he tried to stay in character.
"You've been a good boy tonight, haven't you?" Snape murmured, his voice low and dangerous.
Harry didn't speak—he wasn't allowed to. Instead, he let out a soft yip, the sound high and eager, like a puppy desperate for attention. His heart raced as Snape's lips curled into a dark smile, clearly pleased with his obedience.
Snape gave the leash a light tug, pulling Harry closer to his legs. "Good boy," he murmured, his tone filled with dark satisfaction. "Come here, then. Show me just how well you can behave."
Harry crawled forward, his hands and knees moving carefully across the floor as the collar tugged at his neck. His head was slightly bowed, his entire body focused on the act of submission, the feeling of being completely under Snape's control. He reached Snape's feet and nuzzled against his leg, letting out another soft yip, his body practically buzzing with anticipation.
"Do you want a treat?" Snape asked, his voice low and dark, as his hand reached down to pet Harry's hair.
Harry nodded eagerly, his head pressing into Snape's hand, craving the touch. Another soft yip escaped his throat, this one more desperate, as he nuzzled further into Snape's leg, his entire body trembling with need. The plug inside him shifted slightly, sending a jolt of pleasure through him, but he focused on being good—on staying in the role.
"Then you know what to do," Snape said with a smirk, his hand trailing down to unfasten the front of his robes, revealing his already half-hard cock.
Harry's breath hitched as he caught sight of it, his body instinctively reacting to the sight. He knew what Snape wanted, and without hesitation, he leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lick the tip of Snape's cock. A soft whimper escaped his lips as he licked slowly, teasingly, his mouth never fully wrapping around Snape's length but instead lavishing attention on it like a loyal pet.
Snape's fingers tightened in Harry's hair, guiding his head closer. "That's it," Snape murmured, his voice a low growl. "Be a good pup and lick."
Harry let out another eager yip, his tongue flattening as he licked a broad stripe up Snape's cock, his movements slow and deliberate. The sensation of being so thoroughly dominated, of having to lick Snape to completion like this, sent a fresh wave of heat through Harry's body. His hips bucked slightly, the plug inside him pressing deeper, and he whimpered again, his need for release building with every passing second.
Snape's grip in his hair tightened, pulling him closer, urging him to do more. Harry responded instantly, his tongue moving faster now, licking up and down Snape's length with eager, desperate movements. He could feel Snape growing harder in his mouth, could hear the low groans escaping Snape's lips as he continued to please him.
"Such a good boy," Snape murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "Keep going."
Harry let out a soft whimper of acknowledgment, his mouth working harder, faster, as he lavished attention on Snape's cock. He licked and licked, his tongue swirling around the head before trailing back down the shaft, repeating the process over and over again. His body trembled with the need to be praised, to be rewarded for his obedience.
The collar around his neck felt tight, the leash pulling just enough to remind him of his submission, of the fact that Snape controlled every part of him tonight. He wasn't allowed to speak, wasn't allowed to beg with words—only with his actions. And so, he licked harder, faster, his desperation showing in the way his body trembled, his hips moving subtly as the plug inside him teased him relentlessly.
Snape's breathing grew heavier, his grip in Harry's hair tightening as he pushed Harry's head closer, forcing him to take more of his cock into his mouth. Harry whimpered around the length in his mouth, his tongue working feverishly as he did exactly what Snape wanted. His entire body ached for release, but he knew it wasn't time yet—he wasn't allowed.
Finally, with a sharp tug on the leash, Snape pulled Harry back slightly, his cock slipping out of Harry's mouth as he looked down at him, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"You're close to earning your reward," Snape growled, his voice low and commanding. "But first, I want to see you hump that pillow like the desperate little pup you are."
Harry's heart raced at the command, his entire body trembling with the anticipation of what was to come. He let out a soft, eager yip, his body already moving toward the edge of the bed where a pillow had been placed. The tail plug inside him shifted with every movement, teasing him further, making it impossible to think of anything other than the desperate need for release building inside him.
Snape watched with dark amusement as Harry crawled toward the pillow, positioning himself over it, his hips already aching with need. The softness of the pillow beneath him was a stark contrast to the hardness of the floor, and the feel of it sent a shiver through his body. He glanced up at Snape, his eyes wide and pleading, letting out another soft whimper, silently asking for permission to continue.
Snape smirked, his hand gripping the leash tightly as he stepped closer. "Go on," he said softly, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "Hump it. Show me how desperate you are."
Harry didn't need any more encouragement. He pressed his hips down against the pillow, grinding into it with slow, deliberate movements. The friction was immediate, the soft fabric rubbing against his cock, and the sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through his body. He let out a series of soft whimpers, his hips moving faster now, the desperation evident in every movement.
The plug inside him shifted with each thrust, pressing deeper, heightening the pleasure as Harry humped the pillow like a needy, desperate puppy. His body trembled with the effort, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the pleasure built inside him. The weight of Snape's gaze on him only made it more intense, knowing that Snape was watching every humiliating moment, enjoying every second of Harry's submission.
"Look at you," Snape murmured, his voice dark and amused. "So eager, so desperate. Pathetic, really."
Harry whimpered again, his hips moving even faster now, the friction between the pillow and his cock sending him closer and closer to the edge. He was panting, his body trembling as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level, but he knew he wasn't allowed to come yet—not until Snape gave him permission. Not until he had earned it.
Snape stepped closer, his hand gripping the leash as he tugged it hard, pulling Harry's head back slightly. "Keep going," Snape growled, his voice rough. "I want to see you come like this, humping that pillow like a needy little pup."
Harry's body obeyed instantly, his hips grinding against the pillow with frantic movements, the need for release driving him mad. He whimpered and whined, his cock throbbing with every thrust, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside him. He was so close—so close he could barely breathe.
"Come," Snape commanded, his voice low and authoritative. "Now."
With a final, desperate thrust, Harry's body convulsed as his orgasm tore through him, his release spilling over the pillow in hot, desperate spurts. The pleasure was blinding, every muscle in his body tightening as wave after wave of release crashed over him. His hips bucked wildly against the pillow, his body trembling uncontrollably as he rode out the intense orgasm.
For a long moment, the room was filled with the sound of Harry's ragged breathing, his body slumping forward onto the pillow, completely spent. The plug inside him still felt heavy, but the overwhelming pleasure and exhaustion left him too weak to care. He could feel Snape's presence looming over him, the leash still tight around his neck, reminding him of who was in control.
"You've done well tonight," Snape said softly, his voice calm but carrying that dark edge of satisfaction."