Bring Back the Porn Challenge, Fic, A Golden Discovery Title: A Golden Discovery Author: Eriador117 Fandom (Pairing): Snape/Harry Rating: NC-17 Word Count: Approx. 3,200 Summary: Severus discovers Harry's secret kink. Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse, I just play in it from time to time. Highlight for Warnings: * Watersports - not the windsurfing variety ;), Plot, what plot?, teacher/student, everyone is over 18. * Beta:WP
A Golden Discovery
The first time it happened Harry could almost convince himself it had been an accident. After all, he hadn't done it deliberately, but the fact that he'd wanked twice afterwards to the memory was more difficult to reconcile. At the time he'd been humiliated and mortified beyond measure, but in his mind the memory became more and more erotic the more he thought about it. It wouldn't have happened if Snape had allowed him leave to go to the loo during class, but Snape was a stickler for rules and wouldn't allow anyone permission to leave the Potions classroom until he had dismissed them all after the bell rung. The other teachers treated the returning eighth years as adults, but not Snape. It seemed he still considered them children and treated them accordingly.
That day, as soon as Snape had dismissed them, Harry had run to the nearest bathroom, the one two doors down from the dungeon classroom and ostensibly used usually by Slytherins. Harry didn't care that the decor was awash with serpents or greenery, he barely had time to look at it before he dashed into a cubicle, but by that time it was already too late. He'd been desperate to relieve his bladder ever since lunch after two whole jugs of pumpkin juice and another few glasses of lemonade with dessert. Now, with salvation almost in sight, his hands had fumbled with the buttons on his robes and trousers and suddenly it was too much. His body had betrayed him and the piss spurted out of him to soak through his clothes. Harry groaned in relief and just stood there, pissing himself, feeling it trickle down his legs to wet his socks and even pooling in his shoes and floor. Once he'd started it had felt too good to stop, he'd needed to go for so long and he just let it happen after that. Harry moaned wantonly, the relief almost rivalling an orgasm for pleasure.
The torrent flowed to a trickle and then stopped altogether. Harry had just stood there, his face flaming at what he'd done, but the sticky, damp mess in his underwear didn't feel altogether unpleasant. And later that night, alone in his curtained bed, that's what Harry remembered and that was the memory he wanked to, climaxing twice to the thought of what he'd done.
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Two days later Harry was in Herbology when the urge for the toilet struck rather forcefully again. The June day had been stifling and he'd drunk a lot more juice at lunch than usual. There was a nagging ache in his abdomen and he knew it would just get worse the longer he ignored his body's demands. Madam Sprout was not such a stickler for the rules so Harry didn't doubt that she would let him get to a bathroom, unlike Professor Snape. Harry raised his hands, trying not to dance on the spot, but it was a close thing.
"Yes, Mr. Potter?" asked the professor, looking up from her demonstration of how best to extract bubotuber pus without getting drenched in the stuff. Already the air was awash with the scent of petrol and ginger.
"Please, Ma'am, may I be excused?"
Madam Sprout clucked her tongue, but waved him on his way. "Very well, but don't be long. You should have all gone to the bathroom before coming to class. Don't make a habit of it."
Harry nodded gratefully and made his way out of the greenhouse. It was only as he took a few steps towards the castle that he realised his need was a lot more urgent than he had realised. There was no way he was going to make it back to the castle in time without having another accident in his clothes. Harry glanced around the greenhouses in desperation, then he spied the small wood at the back of Greenhouse Four. This wood held trees that had been planted by students over the years as part of their lessons. Some were old and tall, others just saplings like the ones Harry and his class had planted a few months previously.
Harry ducked into the middle of the wood, making sure he was well hidden from anyone who might pass by. He didn't think anyone would be able to see him from here and his cock was half-hard at the thought of what he was about to do. Did other boys do this? Piss in the open air with the sound of nature all around? It sent an illicit thrill through him, but he knew if he didn't start pissing soon instead of thinking how erotic it was, he was in danger of being too hard to go at all.
Harry fumbled beneath his robes and managed to get the zip of his trousers down before he soaked his clothes again. He held his cock in his fingers and aimed a golden stream at the tree trunk in front of him. It dribbled down the bark to wet the loose leaves and dirt at the base with a soft hiss. Harry sighed in relief as he peed and peed against the tree, feeling strangely liberated at not having to go in a toilet. He loved the sound his piss made as it hit the tree and then the splashing noise as it reached the ground and the soft breeze caressed his skin like he imagined a lover might. Harry grunted as he expelled the last few golden drops from his cock and he started to caress his cock to full hardness even before he was quite aware of it.
The tree and ground in front of him were glistening with little golden pools, the evidence of his indiscretions, making what he was doing seem even more naughty. Harry stroked his cock with one hand and with the other braced himself on the tree in front of him. His groans merged with birdsong and soon the sensations were too much. Harry almost doubled over as his orgasm started, adding streaks of white to the gold on the tree and ground below. His legs were wobbling so much it was a wonder he didn't fall over. "Fuck! That was hot," he whispered to himself, before licking his hand clean and then casting a cleaning spell on the tree and ground around him. It wasn't a good idea to leave bodily fluids lying around a magical school.
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It wasn't the first time Severus had found the classroom floor soiled with a puddle of urine, but the class who had just left were not a bunch of terrified first year Hufflepuffs. There weren't that many who were continuing with eighth-year Potions, so Severus knew exactly who had just left this desk. Harry Potter. It had been a long time since Potter had been a scared first-year and from their work together during the war, Severus knew that Potter was no longer intimidated by him. Why then was he wetting himself in Severus' class? It didn't seem to fit with what Severus knew of the young man. Maybe it had been a genuine accident, he remembered that the other week he'd refused Potter leave to go to the bathroom. Maybe Potter was having some bladder problems? There was only one way to find out. Severus went to his store cupboard and removed the Pensieve Dumbledore had gifted him in his will. He would see what was going on with Harry Potter.
Half an hour later, Severus emerged from his memories stunned. There was no other word for it. Harry Potter didn't have an accident. He'd deliberately pissed himself in Potions class and more to the point, he'd enjoyed it. The rapture of what he'd done shone on his face, his eyes bright, his cheeks flushed with arousal. Severus didn't see if Potter had masturbated in the class, as his memory self had already turned away to another desk, but he would hazard a very good guess that the memory of wetting himself would fuel the boy's fantasies later.
Interesting. Very interesting. The only question remained was what was he going to do about it?
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Pissing himself in Potions soon became to be one of Harry's secret passions. The thought that he could do it right under Snape's nose with no one any the wiser was terribly exciting. Everyone else was concentrating on their own work and if anyone noticed a strange smell under all the other strange smells emanating from their ingredients, they didn't seem to connect them to Harry. A quick Scourgify and the physical evidence of his misdeed was gone, but not the memory of it. A memory that he would wank to later. Harry always made sure to drink lots on the days he had Potions, wanting to make sure that he was desperate by the time he arrived at the classroom. No one ever seemed to notice that he spent more time at his desk, his legs jiggling as he fought the need, than he did preparing ingredients. But that Monday something was different. Normally, Snape would prowl around the classroom, making snide comments on people's work before heading to his desk and getting on with some marking.
In this class, however, Snape had done his usual prowling, but instead of getting out papers to mark, he sat at his desk and stared pointedly at Harry. Harry's groin and abdomen were tingling with anticipated and remembered sensations but he couldn't go now, not with Snape staring at him. Snape's eyes were boring into his and the hairs on the back of Harry's neck stood on end. Snape couldn't know, could he? Harry had been so careful to remove the evidence.
Snape's left eyebrow quirked at the corner, as if he was confused, then his face seemed to clear as if he'd come to a sudden realisation. Harry quickly looked away. There was no headache, no sign that Snape had gained access to his mind, but what if he had? Snape was a very skilled Legilimens. What if he was able to access someone's mind without the other person even knowing about it? Harry shook his head, no, it was probably just Harry's own troubled thoughts. Snape couldn't know. He was just trying to make Harry nervous.
Harry didn't know how he ever got through that class; he even managed to make a half-decent potion, but most of his concentration was on the ache in his abdomen. He didn't bother to ask for permission to go to the loo for he knew it would be denied. Was Snape enjoying this? Making him suffer like this? Harry was desperate by now, more than desperate, he was almost doubled up with the pain of holding it in. He needed to go, he needed to go now but he couldn't do his usual trick of letting go in the classroom. Not with Snape watching him like a hawk toying with a mouse.
The bell rang and Harry randomly gathered up his notes and quills and stuffed them haphazardly in the bag. He was almost at the door when Snape's voice brought the vision of relief he craved crashing down around him. "Potter, stay behind."
Harry didn't protest, not until the rest of the class had left, for he didn't want his predicament known to everyone else. But as soon as Hermione had closed the door, Harry turned around and faced his professor. "Please, sir. I'll do detention later, anything, but I have to go now. Please!"
"I did not give you leave to go yet, Mr. Potter. You will stay until I dictate otherwise, is that clear?"
Harry danced from foot to foot. "Please, sir. I have to go," Harry said desperately, hoping the man would realise without Harry having to spell it out. Instead of permission to leave, Snape cast warding and silencing charms on the door. Harry gaped at him. "You can't keep me here! I didn't do anything!"
"On the contrary, Mr. Potter. I know exactly what you've been up to in my classroom. Do you think I wouldn't notice when a student pisses on my floor?"
"It was an accident!" Harry gabbled. "And I'm going to have another one if you don't let me out of here right now!"
"Come now, Harry," Snape said as he moved closer to him and grabbed hold of Harry's hands in one of his, pinning them to the door high above Harry's head. "That's not it at all, is it? Admit it. You enjoy it. You enjoy pissing in your robes and letting it drip to the floor, don't you? You get off on it. You're nothing but a filthy, dirty little boy and you enjoy every minute of it, don't you?"
"Yes," Harry moaned, unable to stop the word emerging from his lips. Oh, God! How had Snape known this about him? Known that he was every bit as filthy and dirty as Snape said. "But please, I really do need to go! I've got to go!"
"The go," said Snape as he used his other his hand from to press down hard on Harry's midriff. Harry had been on the edge for too long. There was no way to stop the flood. "Ah! Ah!" Harry groaned as the urine gushed out of him, soaking through his underwear, trousers and robes. Snape grabbed him by the waist and pressed his body hard against Harry's, so that his clothes were getting soaked too. Was that…? Merlin, Snape was hard and thrusting his hips against Harry's as Harry just let the piss flow out of him in a torrent, for now that he had started, he couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. He wanted to feel the wet warmth seeping through his clothes and dripping onto the floor, wanted to feel Snape's desire for it.
Snape pushed Harry back against the door, not breaking body contact, but this time he pressed his mouth against Harry's in an urgent kiss, his hips never breaking their rhythm. As Harry's piss trickled to a stop, Snape grunted into his mouth and his whole body shuddered against Harry's as he came, adding more wetness to the mess of their clothes. Before Harry even had time to process what was going on, Snape knelt down on the floor, in the puddle of Harry's piss and frantically ripped Harry's robes away from him and yanked Harry's wet trousers and underwear down to mid-thigh. Harry had never had a blow-job before, although he'd heard of them. But he never would have expected his first one to come from Snape and never in million years would he have expected it to happen just after he'd pissed what felt like gallons over both their clothes.
"Is - isn't it dirty?" Harry gasped out as Snape's lips closed over the head of his cock. Snape's dark eyes glittered in the lantern light as he looked up at Harry and shook his head without removing his mouth. Snape was an expert, or so it seemed to Harry, for he soon had Harry hardening in his mouth as he sucked and licked on Harry's piss-soaked cock. Harry had never felt anything like it. It was nothing like his own hand or rubbing against a mattress. In Snape's mouth his cock was enclosed on all sides and the tongue pressed eagerly against him, as though Snape wanted to do this.
Harry could smell nothing but piss and come and his mind replayed in graphic detail what had just happened. How suddenly and strongly Snape had come while Harry pissed his clothes. Harry's hands reached down and tangled themselves in Snape's hair. His hips wanted to thrust into that wet cavern and he could no longer keep them still. He thrust, his hands tightening in Snape's hair as he fucked his professor's proficient mouth. Too soon, much too soon Harry felt his impending orgasm approach. He tried to hold back just that little bit longer, but with the suction on his cock and the filthy things in his head, he couldn't do it. His balls felt so full and heavy, his cock aching for release. His whole body convulsed as the climax hit him and he howled wordlessly as he came down Snape's throat, his cock throbbing with pulse after pulse of spunk.
Harry didn't know how long the orgasm lasted, it could have been seconds, it could have been years. It just seemed to keep going and by the end of it he would have fallen if not for Snape's hands on the back of his legs. "Oh my God!" Harry cried as the aftershocks left him trembling. Harry looked down at his cock still enclosed in Snape's mouth and he saw a bit of come dribbling down the corners to add to the already stained floor. Harry was sweating profusely and panting as if he'd just finished a race, but he'd never felt as good as this in his solo explorations.
"I didn't mean to come in your mouth," Harry said. "It just felt so good I couldn't stop."
Snape let his softening cock go, but then pressed a tender kiss on the end of it. Harry wondered at that. That Snape could be so tender after the filthy, depraved things they'd just done. "That's the idea," said Snape as he stood up. He cast cleaning charms over everything, clothes, bodies and their mouths. Harry hoped that meant he was going to kiss him again. "Sex is supposed to feel good."
"But it's weird," Harry protested. "What I like, I mean."
Snape chuckled. "You're still a bit innocent, Harry. I like that. Nothing that involves two consenting adults should ever be considered weird. It's just a matter of taste and in this instance, our tastes coincide."
"You mean - you mean you like it too?"
"I thought from the way I mauled you earlier that was pretty obvious. Yes, I like it. In my student days I too tried to find places to indulge my fantasy as it were. From fifth year to seventh, I hardly ever used a toilet to piss in. If I was in a cubicle, I just stood there and wet my clothes, not even bothering to unzip to use the toilet. I would shower alone if I could and just let go right there in the shower. My favourite was the library. Late at night with hardly anyone there, I would sit at a desk and just piss my robes right there with the smell of old books. It was very - freeing."
Harry nodded. "Yeah, yeah that's what I like too. Like it's breaking a rule we're not supposed to."
"I never was a stickler for rules," Snape said. "And neither are you. So why don't we indulge ourselves together?"
"Together?" Harry asked eagerly, his cock taking an interest in proceedings once more. "How?"
"A detention this evening, I should think, but in my quarters. Make sure you drink lots at dinner, Harry. I want to feel every drop of it."
"You want me to piss my clothes again?"
"Oh, no. This time I want to feel skin on skin. So what do you say, are you game?"
Harry grinned and kissed him. "Oh, yes, sir. I'm game!"