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Snarry-a-Thon Entry: A Lowering Of Defenses, NC-17
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Title: A Lowering of Defenses
Author:![[info] - personal](http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hpstrangelove
Other pairings/threesome: none
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 4350
Warning(s): Underage sex (Harry is 15, as this takes place during fifth year), bondage, orgasm denial, object penetration, dub-con.
Prompt: Officially Claimed Prompt 322: Harry has fantasies of being bound. Unoffically Claimed Prompt 86: Occlumency lessons - Snape sees Harry's fantasies.
Summary: Snape shows Harry the power of the mind.
Beta: The wonderfuljoanwilder
A/N: There are some slight adaptations of the original text of the first Occlumency lesson in Book 5.
A Lowering Of Defenses
Harry didn’t know when it had started, his enjoyment of being bound. He’d never given it much thought until today, because of his lesson, when everything had been laid bare.
~*~
The first time he could remember the sensation had been when he was six years old. It had been summertime, and he and Dudley were in the park, playing. When they’d been younger, he and Dudley had spent quite a bit of time together, more than Aunt Petunia had ever realized. This one particular day, Dudley and he had been chasing each other around the swing set. They were wrestling with each other, rolling around on the ground and laughing. Whoever was pinned had to chase the other one down. They were fairly evenly matched back then. Dudley wasn’t yet the fat prat he’d become by the time Harry had received his Hogwarts letter.
It had been the times when Dudley had Harry pinned, his wrists over his head and held in Dudley’s tight grip, that Harry enjoyed the most. It was probably the fact that Harry had rarely been touched or embraced that had him enjoying the feel of Dudley on top of him, holding him down.
Harry would have thought that as they got older, and Dudley crueler, he would have kept out of Dudley’s way. That wasn’t what had happened, though. Without understanding why, Harry would taunt Dudley, purposely making the boy angry. Harry was quicker and lighter than Dudley, and would have to slow his pace so that Dudley could catch him.
Dudley would throw Harry to the ground, pin his wrists together over his head with his left hand, and with his right, give Harry several sharp slaps to the face. It would sting and sometimes his lip would split and bleed. But the pain was a small price to pay for that sensation of being restrained, of surrendering to the feel of helplessness, to being touched.
When Harry had arrived at Hogwarts, he'd found that as much as he enjoyed being away from the Dursleys, he missed his fights with Dudley. It wasn’t until his fourth year, during the Triwizard Tournament and at the cemetery, when Peter Pettigrew had bound him to the tombstone, that he'd made the connection to that feeling he'd got from being held down by Dudley.
Harry had been frightened that night, the night Voldemort had returned. He was sure that he was going to die, but as he pulled against the ropes that kept him tied to the tombstone, he couldn't stop his cock from becoming hard. His erection hadn’t lasted, considering the rest of the events of that night, but still, it had happened, and it had happened because he’d been bound.
When Harry had later described the spell that Pettigrew had used to cast the ropes from his wand, it wasn’t long before Hermione had learned how to do it herself, teaching it to Harry and Ron. One especially useful bit of information about the spell was that the person casting it could easily reverse it, whereas anyone else would have to cut the ropes in some way. It wasn’t long before Harry had learned to cast the spell wandlessly, with the result that he could bind both of his wrists together to the headboard, without having to worry about dropping his wand and being unable to reverse it later.
That summer at the Dursleys seemed to drag on forever. At least they pretty much left him alone, which gave him plenty of time to practice the rope spell. His fantasies were the only thing that kept him sane. It seemed ironic that thinking of being tied to the tombstone was what drove the image of Cedric’s lifeless eyes from his memory, but it worked, and that was all that mattered.
But imagining Peter Pettigrew as his captor was too close to the real memory. Instead, in his fantasies he replaced Pettigrew with a man who hadn’t even been there that night, but one who would've thoroughly enjoyed having Harry bound, gagged, and at his mercy – Severus Snape.
Harry’s first fantasy had Snape as the one who’d tied him to the tombstone. Snape didn’t gag him, though. He kept Harry’s mouth free so that he could force Harry to drink some horrible-tasting potion. Harry would fight him at first, but Snape would pinch Harry’s nose closed so that eventually, in order to breathe, Harry would have to open his mouth. That was when Snape would pour the potion down his throat, then force his mouth shut and keep it closed until Harry swallowed it all down.
After a few minutes, Harry’s cock would become hard, and his body would tingle all over, aching to be touched. He’d worked out that what Snape had given him was a lust potion, and Harry would look at Snape in horror as Snape smirked evilly.
He’d lean in close, his breath hot on Harry’s ear. “I’m going to make you beg for it, Potter. You need me to touch you. Your body will feel like it’s on fire. The only thing that will give you any relief is for me to touch you, all over, everywhere. You will not be allowed to come until I do, inside of you. Once I do, the spell will be broken. Until the next time, that is.”
And since it was a fantasy, Snape would use some kind of spell that would vanish all of Harry’s clothes, and Harry would be there, tied naked and unable to move, as Snape explored every inch of his body.
Snape would use his hands, pinching and squeezing and scratching until Harry didn’t think there was a part of his body that wouldn’t be bruised and marked. Snape would tease Harry by squeezing his balls painfully with one hand, while working his cock up and down with the other. Just as he felt he couldn’t hold back any longer, Snape would use the rope spell to bind his cock and balls to keep him from coming. No matter how much he pleaded, Snape would just laugh at him. Harry would promise Snape anything if only he could come, but Snape would wait, wait until Harry could no longer hold back his tears from the ache in his cock.
Snape would release him, turn him around, binding his hands behind his back. He’d shove Harry against the tombstone and kick his feet apart. He’d tease him by placing the tip of his cock right to Harry’s entrance, pushing enough so that Harry knew it was there, knew what was coming next.
“Oh, Potter, this is exquisite. I’m going to shove my cock into that tight little arse of yours, and I’m not going to care how much it hurts you, or how much you scream, or how much you beg me to stop.”
Harry could keep himself on edge like that for a good thirty minutes, hearing Snape’s voice in his head, telling Harry all sorts of horrible things he planned on doing to ‘the insolent brat’.
Eventually, Harry couldn’t take it anymore, and he’d pull against the ropes tying his wrists to his bed, imagining Snape’s harsh and punishing thrusts into his arse. He wouldn’t even have to touch himself - the thoughts and the bindings were enough to make him come, so hard and intense that it took every bit of self control to keep himself from crying out as he spilled all over his stomach and the sheets. The last thing he needed was for uncle Vernon to walk in on him and find him tied to his bed. That would have been too much of a temptation for his uncle to resist.
After that time at the Dursleys’, he’d also begun to practice silencing and camouflage charms, and by the end of the summer when he’d returned to Hogwarts, he had no fears of being caught in his bed in his dorm when he played his game, as he now called it. He could silence his bed area, and with the curtains closed and the ropes camouflaged, he doubted Ron would notice them if he dared peak through the curtains.
And he played his game several times a week. With the horrible things that had been happening at the school during fifth year, the time he spent with the game was the only time he could lose himself and forget how bad it all was.
~*~
When he’d returned to Hogwarts from Grimmauld Place after the Yule hols, all he’d wanted to do on that first evening back was play his game. With Sirius, the Weasleys, Ron and Hermione always around, he hadn't been about to take the chance of playing and getting caught, and he was in desperate need of some relief.
He especially had wanted to forget that he was spending the night with Snape, in his first Occlumency lesson. Harry had been sure that being in Snape’s presence after weeks of denying himself his fantasies wasn’t going to be conducive to learning anything, much less some new, unfamiliar, and obscure branch of magic. Even now, Harry couldn’t hold back a snicker at the words Snape had used to describe it: magical defense of the mind against external penetration!
External penetration wasn’t something Harry wanted his mind to be defended against. His mind actively sought it, and specifically sought it from Snape. If he’d only known what learning Occlumency would mean…but he hadn’t.
“I am about to attempt to break into your mind,” said Snape softly. “We are going to see how well you resist. I have been told that you have already shown aptitude at resisting the Imperius Curse. You will find that similar powers are needed for this…brace yourself, now... Legilimens! ”
Harry hadn’t any idea of what to do to resist. Snape’s office blurred, then was replaced with images flashing through his mind. He felt as if he were staring into a strobe light.
He was six, and Dudley was chasing him around the swing set in the park… he was nine, and Dudley had him pinned on the ground, slapping his face…he was sitting under the Sorting Hat, and it was telling him he would do well in Slytherin…a hundred Dementors were closing in on him beside the dark lake…Cedric Diggory was lying on the ground with blank eyes staring at him…Harry was tied to the tombstone and a figure clad in black, holding a vial of liquid approached him…
No, said a voice inside Harry's head, as the memory of fantasy-Snape drew nearer, you're not watching that, you're not watching it, it's private -
He felt a sharp pain in his knee. Snape's office had come back into view and he realized that he had fallen to the floor; one of his knees had collided painfully with the leg of Snape's desk.
“Did you see everything I saw?” Harry asked, unsure if he wanted to hear the answer.
“Flashes of it,” said Snape, his lip curling.
Harry closed his eyes in dread. If he didn’t block out thoughts of the game, Snape was going to know!
“Concentrate this time, Potter. Clear your mind, rid yourself of your emotions, focus on building a barrier to keep me out…”
The problem was that when trying to not think of something, say, a pink elephant, that something was exactly the thing that came to mind. When Harry realized that Snape could see into his thoughts, he desperately tried to not think of the game…
“Legilimens!”
And of course, that had been all Harry could think about.
Being chained naked to the wall of Snape’s classroom…Snape’s mouth biting his neck…Snape’s hand pinching his nipples…Snape turning him around and crushing him against the cold stone…Snape’s hands parting his cheeks…Snape’s cock thrusting inside…Harry screaming as he came, pulsing thick, white strands onto the wall…
Harry found himself on the floor again, gasping for breath, his face burning with shame. Oh god, he thought, Snape had seen! Snape had seen everything!
The next thing Harry knew, he was being pulled up by a fist in his hair. His eyes began to water from the intense pain, and he struggled to pull out of Snape’s grasp.
Anger distorted Snape’s features as he harshly shoved Harry against the wall. His hand still in Harry’s hair, he pulled Harry’s head back, forcing him to look up into his face, which was only inches away from Harry’s.
“Just what do you think this is, Potter? An opportunity to make fun of me? Do you think I’m playing some sort of game?”
Harry had never seen Snape so furious. He tried to push Snape away, but the man was just too strong, and with the hand in his hair, Harry was effectively immobilized.
But as Harry struggled, he realized the sensation of helplessness was making his cock hard. He gritted his teeth and quit moving, hoping to get his body under control.
“Let me go!” Harry spat. “You’re hurting me!”
“Not until you explain yourself. Those images I saw were of things that have never happened! Are you planning to go to Albus with the tale that I’ve molested you tonight? To get me sacked? If so, you are stupider than I thought. All it will take is a drop of Veritaserum for him to know that you are lying and that I am not!”
The last thing that Harry wanted was for Dumbledore to know about his game. It was bad enough that Snape had seen it, but Harry didn’t really care what Snape thought of him. He did care what Dumbledore thought, though.
“It’s not like that, and those images did really happen, only they happened in my mind, in my fantasies.”
“What made you pick me to be the antagonist in your fantasies?” Snape asked, still angry but also sounding a bit curious.
Harry thought for a moment, wondering how much of the truth he should tell Snape.
“It started with nightmares of the night that Voldemort returned - ” Harry began, but was interrupted by a hiss from Snape.
“Do not say his name, Potter!”
“Fine! The Dark Lord…the night the Dark Lord returned. I kept having nightmares of being tied to the tombstone and got hard at the feeling of being bound. When I concentrated on that feeling, I didn’t think about Cedric’s death so much.
“Except I didn’t want to be reminded of the real events. Since you weren’t there, in the graveyard, I sort of manipulated the nightmare and turned it into a fantasy, having you replace Pettigrew. After a while, I started fantasizing about other places, other situations. That’s what you saw.”
“So, you never intended to try and use those thoughts against me by going to Dumbledore?” Snape asked.
“Of course not! I would never want him to know about any of it. Going to Dumbledore would be the last thing I’d do.”
Snape seemed to consider Harry’s words for a moment, then his lips curled up into a sneer as he said, “Then perhaps we can work something out.”
Harry wasn’t sure he liked the sound of that. “What do you mean?”
It hadn’t escaped Harry’s notice that Snape still had his hand in his hair, and although the grip wasn’t as painful as it had been, his hold was firm. And Snape had somehow maneuvered closer, and Harry could feel Snape’s leg brushing up against him, Snape’s free hand pinning Harry’s wrist to the wall.
Then Snape’s entire body was against Harry’s, and Snape’s mouth was on his, his tongue pushing inside and exploring hungrily.
Harry moaned as he struggled again, but Snape's body bound him to the wall more efficiently than the ropes had bound Harry to the tombstone.
Snape broke the kiss, but immediately moved his mouth to Harry’s neck, biting down hard. Harry cried out, his cock throbbing with need, and Snape began to grind his hip into Harry’s crotch as he spoke.
“You need it, like it, rough, don’t you, Potter? Well I can take care of that, and more. And I don’t even have to touch you to do it.”
Snape let him go so quickly, it was as if he’d been burned. Harry didn’t move. He stayed frozen against the wall, wondering what Snape was going to do next.
“Legilimens!”
The room blurred again as before. Now, though, Harry was naked, and his wrists were manacled in chains hanging from the darkness over his head. He could only touch the floor with his toes, and he was so painfully aroused by his struggles to break free that tears formed in his eyes. He wanted to come so badly, but something was stopping him – a cord of some kind was tied around his balls, and even though when he looked down he couldn’t see it, he could certainly feel its effect.
What he had seen as he looked down were two small, silver rings piercing each of his nipples, with a delicate looking silver chain connecting them. His cock gave a jump when he thought of how it would feel if Snape were to put a leash on the chain, pulling on it and leading him around the room by his nipples.
Harry gasped, his head falling back, when he felt Snape behind him, pulling his cheeks apart and pushing a finger inside.
“If you don’t like the manacles and chains, I can make them into ropes,” Snape said, and immediately Harry felt the cold of metal replaced by the roughness of thick ropes wrapped around his wrists.
“Or I can replace my finger with a plug.” And Harry felt something much larger than Snape’s one finger filling his arse, and he moaned at how good it felt to be stretched like that.
“Or I can change the plug to something more organic.” Harry’s breath hitched as suddenly the inside of his arse felt like it were on fire.
“What…what…is that?” Harry managed to croak out in a sob. The burn was intense but pleasurable at the same time, and he thought he might pass out from not being able to come.
“Oh, Potter, you have so much to learn, and I will be the perfect teacher,” Snape said sensually, but never answering Harry’s question. Snape remained behind Harry, but now reached around and with his right hand tugged on the chain between Harry’s nipples.
“Please,” Harry begged, “please let me come.”
“I think we need to silence that insolent mouth of yours, Potter. You’ll come when I say you can, and not a moment before.”
And before Harry could reply, his mouth was filled with a large ball of some kind, secured by thick straps around his head. He could only moan now, and when his sight was cut off by a silky fabric, he twisted and pulled on the ropes in protest.
Now Harry felt a new sensation. Something snakelike crawled up from the floor, slithering up his feet, one on each of his legs, moving in unison. They climbed up along his calves, then to his thighs, stretching and climbing higher, between his legs, one in front around his balls and cock, and one in back between his arse cheeks. They paused there, and each began to tease him, taking turns. The one at his arse began to slowly insert itself into his hole, the burning plug having disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared. The rope snake pushed in, farther and farther, much farther than Harry could imagine was possible, then began to grow, widening and opening Harry up. It seemed as if it were curling up inside of him, and then it began to move in and out of Harry, fucking him and causing him to writhe in his bindings. If it hadn’t been for the brother of the rope snake around his balls and cock, he would have come, but the rope snake in front had wrapped itself snugly around Harry’s balls, then inserted itself down deep through the tip of Harry’s cock.
The rope snakes seemed to play with Harry for an eternity, and he could feel saliva running out of his mouth around the ball, dribbling along his chin. His tears would have been flowing freely down his face if it weren’t for the fabric of the blindfold soaking them up. Finally, they took mercy on him, pulling themselves out of his arse and urethra, and joining together at his waist, and continued their travels along his body.
They moved upward, wrapping around Harry’s chest in what felt like an intricate pattern, over his shoulders and around his neck, but then parting again, one traveling along each arm until combining together for the final time at his wrists. When they’d finished their journey, they began to tighten, a light pressure at first, but then more, firmer, constricting around every inch of Harry’s body, and he began to panic as he feared the ones around his neck would cause him to suffocate. But they never reached that point; it was as if they could sense exactly how much pressure could be applied without doing him any harm.
When they’d completed their adjustment, they began to lightly vibrate, almost as if they were charged with electricity, and Harry’s body jerked at the shock, then went limp in his bonds, unable to fight off the painful need to come any longer. He started to see spots of white as his consciousness began to leave him, but he was jerked back to alertness by Snape’s words in his ear and Snape's hard cock pressed to his arse.
“I wish you could see how delectable you look, Potter. Silence and ropes become you. I could keep you like this forever, trap you in my mind, always on the edge of coming but never allowing you relief. Such beautiful desperation…”
And then, like in his fantasies, Harry could feel the tip of Snape’s cock at his arse, ready to enter him. But he didn’t wait for Snape to taunt him any longer, and forcefully pushed back, impaling himself on Snape in one quick move, his hole burning at being stretched so quickly and all at once.
He heard Snape grunt, then felt fingers grab onto his hips. Snape pulled himself partially out of Harry’s arse, but only paused for seconds before shoving violently back in. If Harry hadn’t been gagged, he would have screamed at the pain. Snape didn’t allow him any time to adjust, and continued thrusting in and out at a punishing pace. It wasn’t long before Harry felt Snape begin to falter, then Snape’s words, commanding in a raspy voice, “Now, brat, come for me now.”
Harry’s world exploded in a symphony of bright stars. He could feel the shockwaves of his orgasm as they moved throughout his body, his arse clenching around Snape as thick, sticky white fluid pulsed from Harry’s cock. Snape’s body shuddered and he shouted loudly, then stilled as he filled Harry’s arse with come.
The room shimmered into focus, and a fully clothed Harry found himself on his knees once more, taking in huge gulps of air and trying to calm his beating heart. He heard Snape laughing maliciously, and Harry looked up at him with hate-filled eyes.
“That’s what I mean, Potter. That’s what learning Occlumency can prevent. Defense against external penetration of the mind. And other places of your body.” Snape laughed again.
Harry turned his gaze away from Snape and looked down at the floor, continuing to breathe in and out deeply, trying to recover from the orgasm that had washed over his mind and affected his body – he could feel the stickiness in his pants where he’d come.
Harry felt Snape’s hands on him, pulling him up, although this time more gently and not by the hair. He pressed Harry to the wall again and told him, “The brain is the most sensual organ of the entire body. What you felt involved stimuli within your mind only – except for the kiss, I never touched you. I lowered my defenses, allowing you to see my fantasies, which your mind, and therefore your body, responded to.”
He let go of Harry and said with a sneer, “I want you back here same time on Wednesday, and we will continue work then. You are to rid your mind of all emotion every night before sleep. You can continue with your little fantasies if you like. In fact, I insist on it. It will help you to empty your mind afterwards, make it blank and calm, you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” said Harry, who was unable to look Snape in the eye.
“And be warned, Potter,” he added with a smile, “I shall know if you have not practiced.”
“Right,” Harry mumbled. He picked up his schoolbag, swung it over his shoulder, and hurried toward the office door. As he opened it, he glanced back at Snape, who just smirked at him. Harry left without another word, closing the door carefully behind him, the wetness in his pants feeling uncomfortably cool.
~*~
As Harry lay in his bed, staring at the closed curtains, he thought about what had happened in his first Occlumency lesson. No, he really had no idea when it had started, his enjoyment of being bound. But if every Occlumency lesson was going to be like the one he’d had tonight, learning this new, unfamiliar, and obscure branch of magic was going to be the first time in his life that he would be looking forward to class with Snape.
There may be a few of you on my flist who are not memebers of the
snape_potter comm, where it's locked both on Insane Journal and Live Jounal, so I'd thought I'd post in my own journal...and I'm trying the cross posting function on dreamwidth, so we'll see how it works.Title: A Lowering of Defenses
Author:
hpstrangelove Other pairings/threesome: none
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 4350
Warning(s): Underage sex (Harry is 15, as this takes place during fifth year), bondage, orgasm denial, object penetration, dub-con.
Prompt: Officially Claimed Prompt 322: Harry has fantasies of being bound. Unoffically Claimed Prompt 86: Occlumency lessons - Snape sees Harry's fantasies.
Summary: Snape shows Harry the power of the mind.
Beta: The wonderful
joanwilder A/N: There are some slight adaptations of the original text of the first Occlumency lesson in Book 5.
A Lowering Of Defenses
Harry didn’t know when it had started, his enjoyment of being bound. He’d never given it much thought until today, because of his lesson, when everything had been laid bare.
~*~
The first time he could remember the sensation had been when he was six years old. It had been summertime, and he and Dudley were in the park, playing. When they’d been younger, he and Dudley had spent quite a bit of time together, more than Aunt Petunia had ever realized. This one particular day, Dudley and he had been chasing each other around the swing set. They were wrestling with each other, rolling around on the ground and laughing. Whoever was pinned had to chase the other one down. They were fairly evenly matched back then. Dudley wasn’t yet the fat prat he’d become by the time Harry had received his Hogwarts letter.
It had been the times when Dudley had Harry pinned, his wrists over his head and held in Dudley’s tight grip, that Harry enjoyed the most. It was probably the fact that Harry had rarely been touched or embraced that had him enjoying the feel of Dudley on top of him, holding him down.
Harry would have thought that as they got older, and Dudley crueler, he would have kept out of Dudley’s way. That wasn’t what had happened, though. Without understanding why, Harry would taunt Dudley, purposely making the boy angry. Harry was quicker and lighter than Dudley, and would have to slow his pace so that Dudley could catch him.
Dudley would throw Harry to the ground, pin his wrists together over his head with his left hand, and with his right, give Harry several sharp slaps to the face. It would sting and sometimes his lip would split and bleed. But the pain was a small price to pay for that sensation of being restrained, of surrendering to the feel of helplessness, to being touched.
When Harry had arrived at Hogwarts, he'd found that as much as he enjoyed being away from the Dursleys, he missed his fights with Dudley. It wasn’t until his fourth year, during the Triwizard Tournament and at the cemetery, when Peter Pettigrew had bound him to the tombstone, that he'd made the connection to that feeling he'd got from being held down by Dudley.
Harry had been frightened that night, the night Voldemort had returned. He was sure that he was going to die, but as he pulled against the ropes that kept him tied to the tombstone, he couldn't stop his cock from becoming hard. His erection hadn’t lasted, considering the rest of the events of that night, but still, it had happened, and it had happened because he’d been bound.
When Harry had later described the spell that Pettigrew had used to cast the ropes from his wand, it wasn’t long before Hermione had learned how to do it herself, teaching it to Harry and Ron. One especially useful bit of information about the spell was that the person casting it could easily reverse it, whereas anyone else would have to cut the ropes in some way. It wasn’t long before Harry had learned to cast the spell wandlessly, with the result that he could bind both of his wrists together to the headboard, without having to worry about dropping his wand and being unable to reverse it later.
That summer at the Dursleys seemed to drag on forever. At least they pretty much left him alone, which gave him plenty of time to practice the rope spell. His fantasies were the only thing that kept him sane. It seemed ironic that thinking of being tied to the tombstone was what drove the image of Cedric’s lifeless eyes from his memory, but it worked, and that was all that mattered.
But imagining Peter Pettigrew as his captor was too close to the real memory. Instead, in his fantasies he replaced Pettigrew with a man who hadn’t even been there that night, but one who would've thoroughly enjoyed having Harry bound, gagged, and at his mercy – Severus Snape.
Harry’s first fantasy had Snape as the one who’d tied him to the tombstone. Snape didn’t gag him, though. He kept Harry’s mouth free so that he could force Harry to drink some horrible-tasting potion. Harry would fight him at first, but Snape would pinch Harry’s nose closed so that eventually, in order to breathe, Harry would have to open his mouth. That was when Snape would pour the potion down his throat, then force his mouth shut and keep it closed until Harry swallowed it all down.
After a few minutes, Harry’s cock would become hard, and his body would tingle all over, aching to be touched. He’d worked out that what Snape had given him was a lust potion, and Harry would look at Snape in horror as Snape smirked evilly.
He’d lean in close, his breath hot on Harry’s ear. “I’m going to make you beg for it, Potter. You need me to touch you. Your body will feel like it’s on fire. The only thing that will give you any relief is for me to touch you, all over, everywhere. You will not be allowed to come until I do, inside of you. Once I do, the spell will be broken. Until the next time, that is.”
And since it was a fantasy, Snape would use some kind of spell that would vanish all of Harry’s clothes, and Harry would be there, tied naked and unable to move, as Snape explored every inch of his body.
Snape would use his hands, pinching and squeezing and scratching until Harry didn’t think there was a part of his body that wouldn’t be bruised and marked. Snape would tease Harry by squeezing his balls painfully with one hand, while working his cock up and down with the other. Just as he felt he couldn’t hold back any longer, Snape would use the rope spell to bind his cock and balls to keep him from coming. No matter how much he pleaded, Snape would just laugh at him. Harry would promise Snape anything if only he could come, but Snape would wait, wait until Harry could no longer hold back his tears from the ache in his cock.
Snape would release him, turn him around, binding his hands behind his back. He’d shove Harry against the tombstone and kick his feet apart. He’d tease him by placing the tip of his cock right to Harry’s entrance, pushing enough so that Harry knew it was there, knew what was coming next.
“Oh, Potter, this is exquisite. I’m going to shove my cock into that tight little arse of yours, and I’m not going to care how much it hurts you, or how much you scream, or how much you beg me to stop.”
Harry could keep himself on edge like that for a good thirty minutes, hearing Snape’s voice in his head, telling Harry all sorts of horrible things he planned on doing to ‘the insolent brat’.
Eventually, Harry couldn’t take it anymore, and he’d pull against the ropes tying his wrists to his bed, imagining Snape’s harsh and punishing thrusts into his arse. He wouldn’t even have to touch himself - the thoughts and the bindings were enough to make him come, so hard and intense that it took every bit of self control to keep himself from crying out as he spilled all over his stomach and the sheets. The last thing he needed was for uncle Vernon to walk in on him and find him tied to his bed. That would have been too much of a temptation for his uncle to resist.
After that time at the Dursleys’, he’d also begun to practice silencing and camouflage charms, and by the end of the summer when he’d returned to Hogwarts, he had no fears of being caught in his bed in his dorm when he played his game, as he now called it. He could silence his bed area, and with the curtains closed and the ropes camouflaged, he doubted Ron would notice them if he dared peak through the curtains.
And he played his game several times a week. With the horrible things that had been happening at the school during fifth year, the time he spent with the game was the only time he could lose himself and forget how bad it all was.
~*~
When he’d returned to Hogwarts from Grimmauld Place after the Yule hols, all he’d wanted to do on that first evening back was play his game. With Sirius, the Weasleys, Ron and Hermione always around, he hadn't been about to take the chance of playing and getting caught, and he was in desperate need of some relief.
He especially had wanted to forget that he was spending the night with Snape, in his first Occlumency lesson. Harry had been sure that being in Snape’s presence after weeks of denying himself his fantasies wasn’t going to be conducive to learning anything, much less some new, unfamiliar, and obscure branch of magic. Even now, Harry couldn’t hold back a snicker at the words Snape had used to describe it: magical defense of the mind against external penetration!
External penetration wasn’t something Harry wanted his mind to be defended against. His mind actively sought it, and specifically sought it from Snape. If he’d only known what learning Occlumency would mean…but he hadn’t.
“I am about to attempt to break into your mind,” said Snape softly. “We are going to see how well you resist. I have been told that you have already shown aptitude at resisting the Imperius Curse. You will find that similar powers are needed for this…brace yourself, now... Legilimens! ”
Harry hadn’t any idea of what to do to resist. Snape’s office blurred, then was replaced with images flashing through his mind. He felt as if he were staring into a strobe light.
He was six, and Dudley was chasing him around the swing set in the park… he was nine, and Dudley had him pinned on the ground, slapping his face…he was sitting under the Sorting Hat, and it was telling him he would do well in Slytherin…a hundred Dementors were closing in on him beside the dark lake…Cedric Diggory was lying on the ground with blank eyes staring at him…Harry was tied to the tombstone and a figure clad in black, holding a vial of liquid approached him…
No, said a voice inside Harry's head, as the memory of fantasy-Snape drew nearer, you're not watching that, you're not watching it, it's private -
He felt a sharp pain in his knee. Snape's office had come back into view and he realized that he had fallen to the floor; one of his knees had collided painfully with the leg of Snape's desk.
“Did you see everything I saw?” Harry asked, unsure if he wanted to hear the answer.
“Flashes of it,” said Snape, his lip curling.
Harry closed his eyes in dread. If he didn’t block out thoughts of the game, Snape was going to know!
“Concentrate this time, Potter. Clear your mind, rid yourself of your emotions, focus on building a barrier to keep me out…”
The problem was that when trying to not think of something, say, a pink elephant, that something was exactly the thing that came to mind. When Harry realized that Snape could see into his thoughts, he desperately tried to not think of the game…
“Legilimens!”
And of course, that had been all Harry could think about.
Being chained naked to the wall of Snape’s classroom…Snape’s mouth biting his neck…Snape’s hand pinching his nipples…Snape turning him around and crushing him against the cold stone…Snape’s hands parting his cheeks…Snape’s cock thrusting inside…Harry screaming as he came, pulsing thick, white strands onto the wall…
Harry found himself on the floor again, gasping for breath, his face burning with shame. Oh god, he thought, Snape had seen! Snape had seen everything!
The next thing Harry knew, he was being pulled up by a fist in his hair. His eyes began to water from the intense pain, and he struggled to pull out of Snape’s grasp.
Anger distorted Snape’s features as he harshly shoved Harry against the wall. His hand still in Harry’s hair, he pulled Harry’s head back, forcing him to look up into his face, which was only inches away from Harry’s.
“Just what do you think this is, Potter? An opportunity to make fun of me? Do you think I’m playing some sort of game?”
Harry had never seen Snape so furious. He tried to push Snape away, but the man was just too strong, and with the hand in his hair, Harry was effectively immobilized.
But as Harry struggled, he realized the sensation of helplessness was making his cock hard. He gritted his teeth and quit moving, hoping to get his body under control.
“Let me go!” Harry spat. “You’re hurting me!”
“Not until you explain yourself. Those images I saw were of things that have never happened! Are you planning to go to Albus with the tale that I’ve molested you tonight? To get me sacked? If so, you are stupider than I thought. All it will take is a drop of Veritaserum for him to know that you are lying and that I am not!”
The last thing that Harry wanted was for Dumbledore to know about his game. It was bad enough that Snape had seen it, but Harry didn’t really care what Snape thought of him. He did care what Dumbledore thought, though.
“It’s not like that, and those images did really happen, only they happened in my mind, in my fantasies.”
“What made you pick me to be the antagonist in your fantasies?” Snape asked, still angry but also sounding a bit curious.
Harry thought for a moment, wondering how much of the truth he should tell Snape.
“It started with nightmares of the night that Voldemort returned - ” Harry began, but was interrupted by a hiss from Snape.
“Do not say his name, Potter!”
“Fine! The Dark Lord…the night the Dark Lord returned. I kept having nightmares of being tied to the tombstone and got hard at the feeling of being bound. When I concentrated on that feeling, I didn’t think about Cedric’s death so much.
“Except I didn’t want to be reminded of the real events. Since you weren’t there, in the graveyard, I sort of manipulated the nightmare and turned it into a fantasy, having you replace Pettigrew. After a while, I started fantasizing about other places, other situations. That’s what you saw.”
“So, you never intended to try and use those thoughts against me by going to Dumbledore?” Snape asked.
“Of course not! I would never want him to know about any of it. Going to Dumbledore would be the last thing I’d do.”
Snape seemed to consider Harry’s words for a moment, then his lips curled up into a sneer as he said, “Then perhaps we can work something out.”
Harry wasn’t sure he liked the sound of that. “What do you mean?”
It hadn’t escaped Harry’s notice that Snape still had his hand in his hair, and although the grip wasn’t as painful as it had been, his hold was firm. And Snape had somehow maneuvered closer, and Harry could feel Snape’s leg brushing up against him, Snape’s free hand pinning Harry’s wrist to the wall.
Then Snape’s entire body was against Harry’s, and Snape’s mouth was on his, his tongue pushing inside and exploring hungrily.
Harry moaned as he struggled again, but Snape's body bound him to the wall more efficiently than the ropes had bound Harry to the tombstone.
Snape broke the kiss, but immediately moved his mouth to Harry’s neck, biting down hard. Harry cried out, his cock throbbing with need, and Snape began to grind his hip into Harry’s crotch as he spoke.
“You need it, like it, rough, don’t you, Potter? Well I can take care of that, and more. And I don’t even have to touch you to do it.”
Snape let him go so quickly, it was as if he’d been burned. Harry didn’t move. He stayed frozen against the wall, wondering what Snape was going to do next.
“Legilimens!”
The room blurred again as before. Now, though, Harry was naked, and his wrists were manacled in chains hanging from the darkness over his head. He could only touch the floor with his toes, and he was so painfully aroused by his struggles to break free that tears formed in his eyes. He wanted to come so badly, but something was stopping him – a cord of some kind was tied around his balls, and even though when he looked down he couldn’t see it, he could certainly feel its effect.
What he had seen as he looked down were two small, silver rings piercing each of his nipples, with a delicate looking silver chain connecting them. His cock gave a jump when he thought of how it would feel if Snape were to put a leash on the chain, pulling on it and leading him around the room by his nipples.
Harry gasped, his head falling back, when he felt Snape behind him, pulling his cheeks apart and pushing a finger inside.
“If you don’t like the manacles and chains, I can make them into ropes,” Snape said, and immediately Harry felt the cold of metal replaced by the roughness of thick ropes wrapped around his wrists.
“Or I can replace my finger with a plug.” And Harry felt something much larger than Snape’s one finger filling his arse, and he moaned at how good it felt to be stretched like that.
“Or I can change the plug to something more organic.” Harry’s breath hitched as suddenly the inside of his arse felt like it were on fire.
“What…what…is that?” Harry managed to croak out in a sob. The burn was intense but pleasurable at the same time, and he thought he might pass out from not being able to come.
“Oh, Potter, you have so much to learn, and I will be the perfect teacher,” Snape said sensually, but never answering Harry’s question. Snape remained behind Harry, but now reached around and with his right hand tugged on the chain between Harry’s nipples.
“Please,” Harry begged, “please let me come.”
“I think we need to silence that insolent mouth of yours, Potter. You’ll come when I say you can, and not a moment before.”
And before Harry could reply, his mouth was filled with a large ball of some kind, secured by thick straps around his head. He could only moan now, and when his sight was cut off by a silky fabric, he twisted and pulled on the ropes in protest.
Now Harry felt a new sensation. Something snakelike crawled up from the floor, slithering up his feet, one on each of his legs, moving in unison. They climbed up along his calves, then to his thighs, stretching and climbing higher, between his legs, one in front around his balls and cock, and one in back between his arse cheeks. They paused there, and each began to tease him, taking turns. The one at his arse began to slowly insert itself into his hole, the burning plug having disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared. The rope snake pushed in, farther and farther, much farther than Harry could imagine was possible, then began to grow, widening and opening Harry up. It seemed as if it were curling up inside of him, and then it began to move in and out of Harry, fucking him and causing him to writhe in his bindings. If it hadn’t been for the brother of the rope snake around his balls and cock, he would have come, but the rope snake in front had wrapped itself snugly around Harry’s balls, then inserted itself down deep through the tip of Harry’s cock.
The rope snakes seemed to play with Harry for an eternity, and he could feel saliva running out of his mouth around the ball, dribbling along his chin. His tears would have been flowing freely down his face if it weren’t for the fabric of the blindfold soaking them up. Finally, they took mercy on him, pulling themselves out of his arse and urethra, and joining together at his waist, and continued their travels along his body.
They moved upward, wrapping around Harry’s chest in what felt like an intricate pattern, over his shoulders and around his neck, but then parting again, one traveling along each arm until combining together for the final time at his wrists. When they’d finished their journey, they began to tighten, a light pressure at first, but then more, firmer, constricting around every inch of Harry’s body, and he began to panic as he feared the ones around his neck would cause him to suffocate. But they never reached that point; it was as if they could sense exactly how much pressure could be applied without doing him any harm.
When they’d completed their adjustment, they began to lightly vibrate, almost as if they were charged with electricity, and Harry’s body jerked at the shock, then went limp in his bonds, unable to fight off the painful need to come any longer. He started to see spots of white as his consciousness began to leave him, but he was jerked back to alertness by Snape’s words in his ear and Snape's hard cock pressed to his arse.
“I wish you could see how delectable you look, Potter. Silence and ropes become you. I could keep you like this forever, trap you in my mind, always on the edge of coming but never allowing you relief. Such beautiful desperation…”
And then, like in his fantasies, Harry could feel the tip of Snape’s cock at his arse, ready to enter him. But he didn’t wait for Snape to taunt him any longer, and forcefully pushed back, impaling himself on Snape in one quick move, his hole burning at being stretched so quickly and all at once.
He heard Snape grunt, then felt fingers grab onto his hips. Snape pulled himself partially out of Harry’s arse, but only paused for seconds before shoving violently back in. If Harry hadn’t been gagged, he would have screamed at the pain. Snape didn’t allow him any time to adjust, and continued thrusting in and out at a punishing pace. It wasn’t long before Harry felt Snape begin to falter, then Snape’s words, commanding in a raspy voice, “Now, brat, come for me now.”
Harry’s world exploded in a symphony of bright stars. He could feel the shockwaves of his orgasm as they moved throughout his body, his arse clenching around Snape as thick, sticky white fluid pulsed from Harry’s cock. Snape’s body shuddered and he shouted loudly, then stilled as he filled Harry’s arse with come.
The room shimmered into focus, and a fully clothed Harry found himself on his knees once more, taking in huge gulps of air and trying to calm his beating heart. He heard Snape laughing maliciously, and Harry looked up at him with hate-filled eyes.
“That’s what I mean, Potter. That’s what learning Occlumency can prevent. Defense against external penetration of the mind. And other places of your body.” Snape laughed again.
Harry turned his gaze away from Snape and looked down at the floor, continuing to breathe in and out deeply, trying to recover from the orgasm that had washed over his mind and affected his body – he could feel the stickiness in his pants where he’d come.
Harry felt Snape’s hands on him, pulling him up, although this time more gently and not by the hair. He pressed Harry to the wall again and told him, “The brain is the most sensual organ of the entire body. What you felt involved stimuli within your mind only – except for the kiss, I never touched you. I lowered my defenses, allowing you to see my fantasies, which your mind, and therefore your body, responded to.”
He let go of Harry and said with a sneer, “I want you back here same time on Wednesday, and we will continue work then. You are to rid your mind of all emotion every night before sleep. You can continue with your little fantasies if you like. In fact, I insist on it. It will help you to empty your mind afterwards, make it blank and calm, you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” said Harry, who was unable to look Snape in the eye.
“And be warned, Potter,” he added with a smile, “I shall know if you have not practiced.”
“Right,” Harry mumbled. He picked up his schoolbag, swung it over his shoulder, and hurried toward the office door. As he opened it, he glanced back at Snape, who just smirked at him. Harry left without another word, closing the door carefully behind him, the wetness in his pants feeling uncomfortably cool.
~*~
As Harry lay in his bed, staring at the closed curtains, he thought about what had happened in his first Occlumency lesson. No, he really had no idea when it had started, his enjoyment of being bound. But if every Occlumency lesson was going to be like the one he’d had tonight, learning this new, unfamiliar, and obscure branch of magic was going to be the first time in his life that he would be looking forward to class with Snape.