wanking_mods (wanking_mods) wrote in hp_wankfest, @ 2008-05-26 00:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2008 fic |
Severus Snape in the Headmaster's Office with a Riding Crop
Title: Magically Altered
Author: ?sweetmelodykiss
Character: Severus Snape
Location: Headmaster's Office
Object: riding crop
Other Characters: Albus, Harry, Minerva
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Heavily implied Snarry, masturbation, object insertion, voyeurism, possible implied chan, Harry is 16/17
Word Count: 2110
Severus Snape charged through the halls of Hogwarts like a man possessed. It wasn’t his fault. He’d never asked for this position. His maniacal master thrust this job upon him and by God, he was determined to make the best of a horrendous situation.
The new school by-laws, implemented by *The Deranged One* who must not be named, were just insidious, even going so far as bringing back corporal punishment, more like torture to any sane person. Voldemort never gave Severus a say in the matter. His job was to uphold the new laws to the letter and that’s exactly what he intended to do--up to a point. There was nothing in the laws that said he couldn’t vary the corporal punishment with a bit of magic.
Severus smirked; he thought his new form of punishment quite clever. There was a very good reason for Severus’s sorting into Slytherin. He was a sneaky bastard, knowing just how to bend the rules enough to suit his own needs. This situation was the perfect example. However, he had a more difficult time trying to convince Minerva, but after the first few episodes, she didn’t seem to mind as much, although her confusion by the students’ reactions to the punishment was still evident.
As Severus stalked through the halls with the riding crop tapping against his palm, children who normally fled at his appearance lined up in droves almost begging for punishment. Children were purposely getting in trouble just so they could earn themselves detention. Severus was beginning to think that his plan was just a bit too clever. Now that it was time for Potter’s detention, Severus began rethinking the entire affair.
When he entered his classroom, Potter was waiting with that stubborn set to his jaw and defiance burning in his eyes. Severus immediately stopped doubting himself. This might be exactly what the boy needed to get his emotions under control.
“Mr. Potter, drop you pants, your underwear as well and lean over my desk! Now!” Severus ordered. Snape didn’t leave any room for debate. The sudden heat spread like wildfire through Severus’s groin as he watched the boy comply and the sight of the Potter’s pale arse almost made him come in his pants. This detention couldn’t be over soon enough.
Ten minutes later, with Potter lying breathless and panting on the stone floor of the classroom, Severus fled to Dumbledore’s office, correction--his office, in a near panicked state. More accurately, his state of arousal fled quite panicked because it required his immediate attention.
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“Bloody fucking hell,” Snape cursed as he entered his office and threw off his robe. His painful erection bulged through his pants, trying to gain its release as quickly as possible. Severus yanked down his zipper and tossed the riding crop onto the desk. He needed relief, so he shoved his hand into his pants, trying to calm his raging cock.
Dumbledore’s portrait suddenly became very alert as he watched Severus rub his erection to an unusual extent. Albus thought if Severus rubbed any harder, he might actually rub off his penis.
“Severus, what on earth are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing, you senile old coot? I’m trying to bloody well toss off!” Severus growled.
“Ah yes, I can see that, but my question is why?”
“It’s all Potter’s fault. He made me punish him and now I seriously need a good fucking, so please shut up and let me get down to business,” Severus responded as he removed his pants and sat down in his chair.
“Oh, dear, you can’t mean to say that you actually whipped the boy?” Albus asked horrified.
“Yes, I did, and he thoroughly enjoyed it just like all the rest of the little morons,” Severus smiled.
“How can they enjoy being whipped? This is absolutely abominable and you must put a stop to it,” Albus insisted.
Severus picked up his riding crop and twirled it around in his hand. He’d become rather fond of the thing.
“It’s not as bad as all that, Albus. In fact, this little riding crop of mine is quite amazing.”
“Amazing, in what way?” Albus asked.
Severus chuckled, “It’s quite unique indeed. I’ve magically altered it to administer pleasure instead of pain.”
He slowly dragged the tip of the riding crop over the tip of his cock and shuddered in ecstasy.
Albus’s jaw dropped to the bottom of his frame as he watched Severus shiver. His purple polka-dot underwear suddenly became excruciatingly tight.
“When the magic is evoked,” Severus continued, “each stroke of the crop brings untold pleasure. It leaves no marks and fulfills the deepest desire, the darkest fantasy of the one being whipped. Potter’s was spectacular. It was an orgasm the boy won’t soon forget.”
Severus moaned as he slapped the crop against his thigh.
“Minerva is quite impressed by how vocal and breathy the girls can get. I’ll bet their little cunts get so wet… ah…oh,” Severus moaned, running the crop along the underside of his cock. “Not that such things interest me. Hard, throbbing dick is the only thing that I require.”
“Ah, Severus, I really think you should stop before you do something we’ll both regret.”
“Albus, you’re a portrait. If you don’t want to watch, then close your eyes.”
Severus circled his balls sinuously with the riding crop and spread his legs wider for better access. He glided it between his cheeks and slid it up and down his crack, groaning, as the magic steadily grew stronger.
Albus watched with rapt attention, eyes heavy lidded as the sensuous display unfolded before him.
“Severus, you really shouldn’t be doing this.” Albus gasped.
“Ah, ah….” Severus moaned. “It’s my office now. So do be quiet.”
Severus exposed his rosebud hole with his fingertips and massaged his entrance gently. He turned the riding crop around so that the handle was poised in front of his hole just barely grazing the skin.
Albus watched as the riding crop magically lubed Severus’ asshole and the old man let out a shaky breath, which was quite a feat for a dead man.
Severus’ cock was rock-hard as he slipped just the tip of the riding crop inside his hole. Steadily, inch by inch, he pushed the entire handle up his arse. His face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Severus let out a low moan and bent the top of the riding crop so that its thin tip slithered its way into his slit. The crop magically altered itself to slide into Severus’s cock smoothly, making a perfect fit.
Albus’s eyes grew wider as his cock grew harder. He watched Severus slowly unbutton his shirt and pinch his nipples hard. He finally, slipped the shirt all the way off and rubbed one finger back and forth across each nipple until they were hard, swollen and red.
Severus’s hard-on had not diminished one bit during the whole experience. After a little adjusting, Severus let go of the whole contraption and gripped the armrests of the chair. The riding crop didn’t need a hand to hold it. Desire fueled the thing and it was obvious Severus had plenty of that.
The handle started to pump in and out of Severus’s ass and he braced his feet on the wall just under Albus’s portrait. The tip of the crop vibrated in Severus’s cock, twining this way and that way in a serpentine dance. Minutes seemed to last for hours as the crop stimulated Severus’s cock and ass simultaneously. Albus had a perfect view of the entire scene.
'Oh, to be alive again,' Albus thought. He kicked himself several times for ordering Severus to kill him.
Severus seemed to love every second of the glorious sensation. He moaned and slammed his hips down onto the crop, driving it in even deeper. He started muttering uncontrollably.
"Yesss, yesss, fuck my tight ass. Oh, gods, yesss!” Severus cried.
Albus could see the pressure building in Severus’s eyes and he knew it wouldn’t last much longer now. The riding crop was fucking Severus ass and cock with ever-increasing force and speed.
Soon it was all too much and Albus watched as Severus wrapped his hand around his cock, banged his feet forcefully against the wall, pushed back in the chair and yanked hard on his cock. One pull, two, three.
“Ah, fuck! Harry!” Severus screamed, shooting his load all over the wall and Albus’s portrait.
Hot semen spewed from Severus cock and landed on his neck, chest, and arms. More spurts arced in the air as Albus stroked his own hard, painted on erection.
A large glob of come hit Albus in the eye and rolled down his cheek. He sincerely wished he could taste Severus’s hot spunk. Even more, Albus wished he had a change of clothes because his was decidedly wet now, inside and out.
The riding crop pulled itself out of Severus ass and cock as he lurched forward in the chair groaning, “God, what a fuck.”
“That‘s an understatement,” Albus gasped. “I hope you feel better now.”
“Oh, yes, much, much better,” Severus answered leaning back in the chair and letting the crop fall harmlessly to the floor. “You see, I told you that crop was amazing, and it’s about time I received some of its benefits. Why should those miserable little miscreants have all the fun?” Severus mused with a smirk.
Severus was obviously a lot calmer now and in a far better mood.
Severus picked up his wand off the desk, waved it in the air and his underwear and pants flew into his hand. He dressed silently, waved his wand again and cleaned up the mess, including Albus’s portrait. Severus wasn’t even granted a moment to bask in the afterglow. It seemed he’d finished just in time because there was some dunderhead knocking at his door.
“Oh, what is it now?” Snape grumbled.
He stalked to the door, flinging it open, intent on throttling whoever was there. He stopped in his tracks by the sight of Crabbe and Goyle holding a struggling Harry Potter.
“What’s this?” The Headmaster asked.
“Um, sorry, Sir, we didn’t mean to disturb you, but Potter just hexed Draco down in the entrance hall. He had to be taken to the infirmary and well, we grabbed Potter and dragged him up here.”
“I see.” Snape sneered at Harry. “Excellent work, now get out. I’ll take care of Mr. Potter.”
“Yes, Sir,” Crabbe and Goyle dropped Potter and took off like a shot.
Severus reached down and yanked Harry to his feet, slamming the door closed behind them. He forcefully shoved Harry against the nearest wall and held him there.
“Are you purposefully trying to get yourself punished, Potter? I thought once today would’ve been quite enough, but I guess not. Turn around and drop your pants while I retrieve my little friend.”
“Yes, Sir,” Harry answered arrogantly as he pulled down his zipper and lowered his pants to the floor.
He slowly turned around, wiggled his arse in Snape’s face and taunted, “Leave your little friend where it is, Sir. The only friend I need is the one bulging out of your pants.”
Severus groaned, turning around and easing his zipper down. Who needed magically altered riding crops anyway when you had seventeen-year-old boy's ass staring you in the face?
For the second time that day, Dumbledore’s portrait suddenly became very alert.