Private rp-session with Michael Corner - Backdated to Nov. 11th
The moan that came from Snape sent a shiver down Mike's spine. He would remember that Snape enjoyed when he did that... because, making him moan was a very good thing and incredibly hot. Just the way Snape's voice sounded almost purring when moaning... It was a reward. A small one, but still worth working hard for.
Mike's throat was aching as bit, and his jaws started to feel the strain, but he still pulled back reluctantly, giving the head of Snape's cock one last lick and a moment of suction while moaning. Then he went back to his original 'kneel up' position, hands on his back. His lips were parted, tingling slightly, and Mike was breathing faster than normal as well. He wanted more, oh gods yes, he wanted more... he was so horny, that he was grateful that he had to keep his hands behind his back. His eyes opened slowly, and a low moan escaped him as his gaze fastened on the cock in front of him.
"Thank you, Sir," he said a bit hoarsely, his voice reacting to both the arousal and the deep-throating. How could Snape sound so calm, so collected after what he'd just experienced? Mike was trembling as he was no longer distracted from the throbbing and the intense need inside him; there was nothing that shielded him from his horniness, and it was only the fear of disobeying again that kept him still. He didn't want to collect yet another punishment. One was quite enough.
*
Snape sighed very softly, almost inaudibly, when Corner pulled away completely, a rush of cool air replacing the hot soft pressure. He stepped back, letting go of the boy's shoulder as he made room for him to get up. It was definitely time to move on even though Snape suspected his arousal would diminish just as little as Corner's would, in the light of the upcoming events.
He looked at the boy for a few moments, taking in his frazzled composure, the shivers going through the young hard body quite obvious to his trained eyes. The amount of control was impressive, even though he realised there was also a small measure of fear strengthening that control. So, Corner didn't want to be punished further. Understandable.
First punishment, then the reward. A reward for both of them, he rationalised, unwilling to face the fact that he needed the distraction badly, thoughts of Lucius already pushing to enter his mind again. "Present yourself!" Snape gestured towards the end of his desk. It would be suitable for what he had in mind.
*
The seconds ticked away as the silence stretched, and Mike knew that Snape was watching him, studying him, his body... He could feel Snape's gaze on him. It did nothing to temper the arousal, and Mike shivered slightly again. He would probably be punished now, wouldn't he? He wasn't looking forward to it; he felt bad for failing Professor Snape, but it occupied a very small part of his mind at the moment.
Then the order to move came, and Mike replied with a low "Yes, Sir" and got to his feet, and stepped over to the desk. He stopped a little away from it, his feet at the required distance from each other, and bent at the hips, resting his upper body on the slightly chilly surface. He moved a little back from the desk until he was at the same distance from it as the previous time, and adjusted the rest of the position to match what he had been taught last time.
Like then, he felt a bit exposed, and he thought that the name for the position was very suitable. He was certainly presenting himself to Snape. For punishment. It was intimidating, to get into position for it willingly, to not be forced... If he had been forced, it would have been easier to dismiss; as it was, Mike felt that he was cooperating, freely walking into something he knew would be painful. It was exciting.
*
Snape watched at Corner assumed and adjusted the position until it was very near complete perfection. The boy had most certainly practiced and the natural flow of his moves leant it a true grace, he hadn't observed in many.
His own arousal was strong, but he would not let it influence what he had planned. Corner would be punished and then he would make a new experience. Something to widen his horizon and put a few of the things they had discussed tonight into perspective.
Once more he praised the boy's actions, "Perfect, Mr. Corner." which it was. He didn't need to check the distance between desk and hips to come to that conclusion. "But for this, you will need to spread your legs wider, until your feet reach the legs over the desk. And you will spread your arms to the sides." He waited for the boy to comply, the soft and correct reply as always very pleasing.
When Corner was in the right position, Snape cast the binding spells, soft ropes coming into existence at the boy's ankles and wrists, then securing him to the table. Tightly, but not too tightly. There was still room to move faintly and the ropes didn't bite into the boy's skin or preventing bloodflow. Snape checked both feet and hands to make sure of that, before stepping back to admire the sight.
"Remember your obligation to inform me, should anything overstep your boundaries or cause intolerable discomfort."
*
Mike followed the directions, and when he felt the ropes snake around his arms and legs, he was slightly startled at first. Then the ropes were pulling them tauter, immobilising him, and he moaned. He pulled a bit against the bonds, trying their strength, and the feeling it gave him when they didn't give at all was intoxicating. He was helpless, completely in Snape's control. It made him even more horny, and his cock twitched at the sensation. Snape's hands touching him lightly caused yet another shiver to travel through Mike's body.
So this was how it felt to be fully restrained, to be tied up? Mike moaned again as he once more pulled at the ropes on his wrists, using the muscles in his back as well, then relaxed. He was very much exposed now, and he had to admit to himself that he loved it. Sure, it made him horny, but it was also a deeper feeling, not so physical, that he couldn't put a name on. It didn't matter anyway, he would just enjoy what he could.
Mike replied softly, trying to prepare somehow for what would come, but both the arousal coursing through his body, and the incredible sensation of being tied up distracted him. He just had no way of preparing, everything being so new, so he tried to just relax against the desk.
*
Corner's initial reaction was very good. No fear and even a new spark of arousal spiking through the boy's mind. Testing the bonds was quite acceptable, and since it was the first time Corner tried this, Snape even expected him to in this manner. Otherwise Snape would have instructed him to do so. Trust was important and good. Blind trust was foolish.
He summoned a quill and transformed it into the same crop as last time. It was hard to keep his focus away from his own hard cock, the brush of fabric against it slightly maddening. But it would have to wait. Instead he moved the crop to slide slowly up one of Corner's legs, his eyes and ears focused on the boy's delightful reactions. The relaxation he had observed was lost, as light tension and small shivers once more made Corner's muscle play lightly under the wide expanses of smooth skin. Enticing...
As it rested against the curve of Corner's buttock, he spoke again "We will begin. Five strokes, you will keep the count."
*
"Yes, Sir." Snape's words made Mike tense up a little more; he just couldn't help it. The feeling of the crop sliding over his skin had been nice, but as it lay against his arse, as if it was waiting, there was something slightly frightening about it. Mike knew that any second, it would pull back, hurt him...
When the blow finally fell, Mike wasn't prepared for it. He jerked and let out a gasp. Fuck! That hurt! He drew air into his lungs again and counted in a low voice.
"One, Sir." As the burning pain slowly diminished, he found it easier to breathe.
*
As this was punishment and should be treated as such, Snape didn't interrupt the next four strokes other than to wait for Corner's count. He did alternate between the two buttocks, 2 for the left, 3 for the right, giving both a satisfying light red colour. The strikes had not been hard enough to actually put imprints of the crop on the skin, but they had hurt, there was no doubt about that.
When he was done, the last count replacing the sound of the crop impacting with skin, he put the crop away, instead running a hand lightly over one hot buttock. The punishment was over, the transgression forgotten in so far that the lesson should be remembered. And Corner had taken the punishment well. Snape had no doubt the lesson was learned just as well.
"Do you recall our earlier conversation about different sexual practises?" He summoned a lit candle, unseen by Corner as it hovered next to Snape. Ready to be used.
*
After the count of five, Mike took a deep, slightly shuddering breath. It hadn't been as bad as last time he'd been punished; then again, at that time he'd been given more than double the strokes on one buttock only. It still burned some, though. But that was quickly forgotten as he felt Snape's hand caressing his arse. He moaned softly. This was better than any dreams or fantasies he'd had... this was real, even if it felt as if it was a different world. He did know for sure that he wasn't dreaming though, because the pain had been real too.
"Yes, Sir." Sexual practices? There had been a lot of examples and information... It was difficult to forget such a conversation, especially since some of the things described had sounded quite interesting. Mike shifted slightly, he was still very horny - that hadn't changed much during the punishment, and he could feel the ropes again. It didn't seem like Snape was in a hurry to release him... and Mike didn't complain.
*
"Good. I told you, you would need to experience different kinds of those practises to truly form an opinion on them and your preferences in connection to them." His hand still rested on Corner's buttock, the heat radiating up into the palm. It only changed slightly as he slid the hand higher, to rest on the small of Corner's back.
"It is not one of the more extreme choices, since they should only be attempted when both parties of an arrangement like this, rest fully in trust to each other and have extensive knowledge of their individual preferences. It might be slightly painful, but it will not be harmful in any way." He took the candle, then was momentarily distracted as the tip of his still very hard cock brushed against Corner's hip when he moved closer. How could he not be aroused after all, the sight presented right in front of him a display of almost wanton lust. A lust so clear in the boy, it was pulling him in.
For a moment he contemplated beginning without notice, but that would confuse Corner and undermine the trust. "I will now drip molten wax on your skin. Use the safe-word, should you wish for me to stop." Else he wouldn't.
Again that tension, curling strong muscles beneath his fingertips. He kept his hand on the small of Corner's back, then tilted the candle lightly, holding it around a foot over the boy's skin so the wax wouldn't be burning hot. A fat drop of wax fell from the candle and hit Corner's skin just above the red area on his left buttock.
*
Mike moaned as he felt the hot and hard cock against him. Merlin! Snape was still as hard as he was... He was obviously enjoying what he was doing. Mike's slightly dazed mind could understand that. After all, the man was having a naked boy tied up in front of him, to do what he pleased with.
Snape's hand felt good where it rested on him, some human contact, and gentleness, amidst all the new sensations. He listened to Snape's words and nodded to show that he had heard and understood. Whatever he was to experience, it wouldn't harm or hurt him. Mike felt some apprehension, but at the same time, he wanted to know, wanted to feel, wanted to understand...
Candles? A moment's pause, then his skin was hit by... something. It took a moment for his body to react, to register the sensations. Then a burning feeling concentrated at the place where the drop had landed, and he got goosebumps all over his body. It was strange, because at the same time as it was burning, he felt as if the rest of him went very cold. He took a deep breath, and then moaned as another feeling filled him. It was a warmth, and it travelled quickly to his groin, and he could feel his nipples get hard and perky as well.
"Oh... gods..." That had been... more, please? Mike's mind and body were in agreement, as much as his mind was present at all.
*
Snape watched the boy, saw the small goose bumps form, felt them beneath his hand. A definitely positive reaction when he let himself take in the waves of pleasure and arousal radiating out from Corner. Very good and a good choice to introduce the boy to more subtle means of pleasure.
He let two more drops fall, just above the former spot, almost drawing a ragged line upwards. At the same time his hand slid downwards to cover the still heated area on Corner's buttock.
*
It burned, it hurt at first. But then subtler sensations rose in him. There were more of the goose bumps, then a wave of something soft and calmly exciting washed over Mike, moved through him, and he moaned. After the third drop, this wave was slightly stronger, and he felt as if it was pulling him with it as it peaked and then gently fell away.
It felt strange, but good. It was very much like that feeling he had experienced the first time he had been punished - that incredible, strange pleasure that had come between the strokes of the crop. Would it be stronger after the next drop? And after that? Mike wanted to know, because he liked this sensation.
*
Satisfied with Corner's obvious enjoyment of this, Snape continued, allowing himself to take slightly part in what the boy was experiencing, sensing... It was very arousing, slowly building inside on top of his earlier arousal and he knew it was the same in Corner.
But as the pleasure increased, as the pattern slowly emerged on Corner's back, Snape once more was unable to keep Lucius out of his mind. The pleasures he had shared with Lucius, what Lucius had created within him, shown him, taught him and enjoyed with him, together...
As we will never do again... No, he couldn't accept that thought, even if he knew it held more truth than he dared face. He had torn down the possibility of 'being together' himself, hadn't he? Almost frustrated, Snape found himself digging his fingertips slightly more than gently into the boy's skin and now his eyes recognised the pattern spreading up from the other buttock, over the small of the boy's back and slightly further up... a winged snake... Of course, it might only be in his mind and it was only the faint shape, but... a Wyvern. He should have known his mind would betray him like this.
One last drop, and he stopped, his eyes fixed on the ragged shape of wax on Corner's smooth skin. He allowed the boy to breathe and collect himself slightly before he spoke, also pulling himself out of his mind and into the present. "You will, based on this experience, write a short essay on what you sensed and felt. It will not only inform me, but will also settle the experience in your mind and enable you to reach back on it to compare to later experiences." Snape was very ready to move on and time was slipping through his fingers suddenly.
*
As more hot drops of wax landed on Mike's skin, he moaned and shivered, pushed further and further into an unfamiliar but quite comfortable daze. The wax didn't hurt much anymore, and the last few drops were only pleasurable.
"Yes, Sir," he whispered in reply, not quite able to think of the assignment at the present moment. His body was taking almost all of his attention - burning with lust and arousal, little trembles and shivers, an almost overwhelming need. He was so horny, so hard... He was tied up, legs spread apart, and felt that if Snape didn't use him soon, he'd go mad.
*
Snape sent the candle back to it's place and instead cast a lubrication charm into his hand, then put away his wand. Slowly, but methodically and without stimulating the boy's prostate, Snape started preparing him. There was no need to wait any longer and both of them were sufficiently aroused to proceed without any dalliance.
It was very clear just how aroused Corner was, both his mind and body reacting positively, almost impatiently. And it didn't take long for the boy to be ready... enough, relaxed and wanting. Snape extracted his fingers, using the last oil on his own cock.
Placing himself behind Corner, Snape positioned his cock against the relaxed opening and took hold of the still lightly hot and red buttocks, his thumbs spreading them slightly. It was an almost beautiful sight and it was impossible to hold back a soft moan as he pushed inside slowly, relishing the sensations as he was increasingly surrounded by heat and friction.
*
The moans that had escaped Mike as Snape prepared him were nothing compared to the loud moan that was the result of Snape entering him. He was prepared yes, stretched by those long, deeply probing fingers, but the feeling of the blunt head of that cock breaching him was still that of being slightly torn apart. It was good though, very good, fucking brilliant actually as Snape continued to bury himself inside him.
Mike was almost dizzy from all the sensations earlier, and from the desperate arousal, but he could still hear the sound of Snape's enjoyment through the pounding in his ears. This was better than anything he'd experienced - feeling completely and totally filled to the brink of what he could take, the slight burning pain only adding to his arousal - and Snape hadn't really begun fucking him yet...
He mumbled something incoherently, making sure that somewhere among the thank yous, the please mores and the oh gods, there were one or two Sirs as well.
*
Oh yes, this was what he needed now. Corner's words registered clearly in his mind, even as it was continuously assaulted by sensations and they were just right, perfect even, reflecting how much this was wanted, how much it was enjoyed, how much the boy was giving himself over to this. And how much his mindset had already adjusted itself to their arrangement, to his position in it.
Snape started moving, only slowly building the pace. His thrusts were deep, but not hard yet. The skin under his fingers was hot, the pressure creating white circles around his finger tips, especially clear against the cropped areas. His eyes slid up over the once more hard candle wax. The pattern was still there, still clearly - to him - a wyvern, the bane of his mind and sanity, the holder and destroyer of his heart...Lucius. He moved one hand up and started peeling it off, destroying the wyvern, not stopping his moves.
When it was gone and nothing remained by a faint reddening of the skin, he could fully concentrate on the present, fucking Corner. Taking what in effect belonged to him, taking his pleasure and exorcising Lucius from his mind.
*
Every slow thrust into Mike forced sounds of pleasure from him, small gasps, more moans, a groan or two. He barely registered that Snape removed the wax from his back; there were only pleasure of different forms and intensity to him, even the slight pain at first as Snape increased the force of his thrusts.
Then the pace was increased as well, Snape's fingers holding his hips in a firm grip, and Mike whimpered, his mind overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensations. He arched his neck, raising his head as he groaned lustfully, and pulled at the bonds tying him to the desk. Merlin! It was too much, too good, too fantastic... he was so completely in Snape's control... and he could do nothing but enjoy it.
Mike was already close to coming, but he didn't want this to end, didn't want to disobey, only wanted to please his teacher. He was breathing hard, feeling almost as if he couldn't get enough.
"OhgodsyesthankyouSir! PleasefuckmeSirpleasefuckmehardohgods..." He moaned loudly again and relaxed back onto the desk, his body seemingly satisfied that it couldn't flee the incredible pleasure.
*
Corner was close, incoherently babbling away and still he remembered the respect, still his mindset didn't slip. It was incredible, arousing Snape even more. The sense of power and control, of possession and pleasure, all of it provided by this teenager he shouldn't even touch. That fact only served to make it better, as it always did.
And the boy was asking so nicely, there was no reason to deny him, or even deny himself this. The force of his thrusts increased until he was fucking Corner very hard, the boy's young body moving against the desk in spite of the bonds. He could see red abrasions at the wrists... he would heal them later, right now it wasn't important.
His breaths were rapid and he wasn't holding himself back for once, allowing low moans to escape when the sensations became almost too good.
*
Mike's moans became louder, the groans throatier; he was gasping as Snape increased the pace even more. He couldn't even form words anymore... there was only this. Only pleasure - big, hard cock pounding hard into his arse, making him tremble and lose all semblance of control...
Yet there was still that little voice reminding him that he mustn't disobey, he mustn't come. Mike fought to hold back, every sensation conspiring against him... but at least there was no friction, no stimulation to his cock, or he would have failed.
Then it was as if he could feel how Snape stopped being careful with him, just took him, ripped the pleasure that was his to take from his body, slamming into him, hard and fast. Mike cried out, completely lost in his need, and struggled against the bonds again, not noticing that the ropes cut painfully into his wrists. In fact, that sensation was simply added to the rest, pushing him closer to the edge.
Mike needed... wanted... craved... ... ... release.
*
For long moments there was only his own pleasure, nothing else mattered than the friction around his cock, the heat, the raw physical sensations rolling over him again and again as he fucked Corner. But slowly his awareness returned to include the distinct and intense sensations in the boy's frazzled mind.
Corner was holding back, fighting a losing battle, knowing it was a losing battle and yet fighting it with every last scrap of his willpower. There had been no order for him to do this, but on the other hand, there had been no permission to come at leisure.
Only now Snape realised how deeply embedded this mindset in reality was in Corner. So deeply ingrained with his personality, this had been a natural progression for the boy. And Corner had fallen into Snape's hands, in fact placed himself in his hands, willingly giving away all control, trusting, obeying, submitting....
Snape stopped, deeply buried inside Corner, his breaths rapid. The boy was trembling beneath his hands, around his cock, his entire body lost in pleasure and need. He slowly drew out, almost withdrawing completely and paused again. "You may come," he said, then thrust in hard again, the force pushing Corner forward in his bonds, the pleasure of doing so coaxing out a deep moan.
*
Mike gasped for air when Snape stopped moving, the muscles of his arse gripping the cock tightly. He relaxed slightly, then moaned as he felt Snape pulling out, so slowly, agonisingly slow, making him feel every inch leaving him... He was trembling when Snape stopped once more. He needed more, wanted to feel him inside... Then the blessed words, giving him permission; he didn't have to fight to hold back any longer.
The ropes cut cruelly into him as he was pushed forward over the desk, but Mike didn't notice. The raw pleasure that tore through him from the hard thrust made him throw back his head and scream. He wasn't fighting his orgasm anymore, but it still took his body another cruel stab to let go, and when it did, Mike tensed up, pulling hard on the ropes. He didn't scream again, in fact, there was almost no sound at all coming from him apart from the heavy breathing. His face was contorted as if in terrible pain, his mouth open in a silent cry, but it was fierce ecstasy that washed through him as he came over the desk.
The orgasm left him boneless, and Mike sank back down onto the desk, completely relaxed and almost dizzy from the intensity of the sensations. He was moaning weakly, almost sobbing, enjoying everything he was given.
*
Vivid sensations were once more the entire focus of Snape's being, his own pleasure, Corner's pleasure sharp against his mind, mingling as he felt the tight rippling clenching around his cock, forcing out another moan.
He resumed the hard pace, thrusting deeply into the shivering body in front of him, his own climax building fast. The intensity of the situation, the eager responsiveness from the boy, it all conspired to overwhelm his senses. There was no holding back, only taking and owning and thrusting until there was only pure pleasure.
With a low shuddery groan he came in long hot pulses, burying himself deeply in welcoming heat. His fingers dug deeper into Corner's hips as he steadied himself slightly against the boy, eyes closed as he let the last tendrils of his orgasm weave through his body, warming it. This had been far better than he had ever expected and the notion that he could have it again, whenever it pleased him, made his lips curl in a small satisfied smirk.
If Albus knew of this... the thought widened the smirk. He couldn't care less right now and Albus would never know.
*
Snape continuing to fuck him extended the post-orgasm shivers, forcing more pleasure on Mike. It was good, fucking incredible, even if he had already come. But to feel Snape enjoy him like this, to hear his moans, it was a special pleasure. Mike felt that Snape found him pleasing, enjoyable, and he felt it in a very physical way.
He was still breathing hard and moaning, when Snape came inside him. Mike shivered as the usually velvet-smooth voice gave a low, almost ragged sound of pure pleasure, and the thrusts came to an end. The hard grip on his hips together with the slightly burning pain in his wrists only served to really drive home to him that he had given all control over to his teacher. But Mike was too lost in the afterglow and the lingering endorphins to feel any fear at this realisation. It felt too fucking good.
*
Almost gently, Snape released the strong hold he had on Corner's hips and withdrew from his body. Picking up his wand from the desk, he cast cleaning spells on them both, then tucked himself away. Then it was time to take care of the boy.
With a few flicks of his wands, the bonds disappeared. He kept one hand on the small of Corner's back to steady him. This had been a very intense session and physical contact would be important. He could feel small shivers still going through the boy as he inspected the wrists and ankles superficially. They would need healing.
But first he would have to see what state the boy really was in. "Mr. Corner. Can you stand up?"
*
Mike felt strangely empty after Snape had pulled out of him, as if his body had grown so used to the intrusion that is was missing it already. He was also very sore; Mike knew that he would feel this for days if he didn't use a soothing charm later. He moaned softly as Snape removed the ropes, not sure he would ever be able to move again. His legs felt suspiciously like someone had cast a deboning charm on them.
"I don't know, Sir." Mike's words were low, and he still felt quite hazy. It was nice to feel Snape's hand on his back, a point of contact that he could concentrate on so the haziness didn't take over. He hadn't even tried moving his arms; they were so heavy. Perhaps he could stand up, but would he be able to stand in position? Mike doubted that.
*
"Very well." He wasn't surprised. Corner had moved quite a lot against the bonds and had strained his limbs fairly much by doing so. As expected. He considered using cushioning spells for the next time.
"You should try to move your toes and flex your fingers, then continue with moving your feet and hands, to increase the blood flow to your arms and legs. You will get the feeling back in your limbs quicker then." In the mean time, he would see to the wrists and ankles to make sure it was merely bruising.
*
"Yes, Sir." Mike obeyed, managing to slowly curl his fingers after a moment. It was as if his brain had forgotten about them... perhaps it had been too busy concentrating on his arse, Mike thought and smiled slightly. He made his toes twitch, then wriggle, however sluggishly, and then moved on to moving his hands.
After a little while, Mike moved his feet together a bit, and tried putting more of his weight on them. His knees felt decidedly weak, and he couldn't hold back another lazy and satisfied smile.
"Thank you, Sir. "
*
Snape couldn't help noticing the expression on Corner's face as he moved around to inspect the first wrist properly. The boy had done well and deserved the gratification he had received so smiling like that was quite acceptable. He turned his attention to healing the abraded skin. A few moments later he moved to the other side of Corner and inspected the other wrist. Here the bruising was slightly darker, but still nothing serious. He healed it as well, only leaving behind faint red lines that would fade before the morning arrived.
The ankles had endured less stress and didn't require any healing. The skin was only faintly irritated and it would probably fade comparably swiftly by itself. Done and satisfied with the result and the apparently normal blood flow in the appendages, he once more focused on the boy's general physical state. His hand once more returned to the small of Corner's back, feeling the increased relaxation. It shouldn't be long before the boy would get up.
"Are you able to stand now, Mr. Corner." There was still no rush, since he had made sure to have time enough to make certain the boy only left his office, if and when he was ready for it, physically and mentally.
*
It was when the pain lifted, as Snape healed his wrists, that Mike became aware of the fact that it had been there. Apparently, he was still in that daze, not that he minded at all. It felt nice that Professor Snape helped him with the bruises. He could have taken care of them himself later, but this felt ... as if he was cared for. And Snape seemed to think it was natural.
Mike nodded as Snape spoke again. "I think so, Sir." He pulled his arms to him and placed both palms on the desk, then slowly pushed up from the surface to stand straight. His feet were actually back to a shoulder breadth apart, without him having been conscious of it, and he put his arms behind his back, just below where Snape touched him.
He felt slightly dizzy, and his mouth was parched after all that heavy open-mouthed breathing. But he felt good - satisfied, happy, accomplished... and well used. Snape had enjoyed him, and that made him feel good too.
*
"Good." Corner seemed steady enough, even as he still seemed to suffer from slight imbalance. As he returned to the Stand position, Snape's lips curled slightly. It was as it should be.
This would then conclude their session for tonight and only the repetition of Corner's homework assignments remained. Of course, should the boy want to stay until he was fully recovered from tonight's events, he should do so. Snape did have a few things he needed to sort through before Ms. d'Aqualline arrived, and there should be time enough.
He didn't remove his hand just yet as he spoke "You will have homework for our next session." He paused for the acknowledgement and then continued "Of course, you will continue with your practical exercises with the poses and your oral skills. You will also, as I mentioned before, write a short essay, describing your experience of having molten wax dripped on your skin. Feel free to include other events in tonight's session." He doubted the boy would remember all, but what he did remember was worth saving for later perusal.
*
Mike felt as if he swayed slightly as he listened to Professor Snape, but wasn't sure if it was him or if it was the room. Damn... that had been so intense. At least he hadn't passed out this time, but had been able to enjoy feeling Snape finish.
The homework sounded good, and Mike thought it was probably a very good idea to write down all that he had experienced. However, he also thought it would be a good idea to not put a name in it. Anyway, it would help him sort this out in his mind.
"Yes, Sir," Mike replied softly, his gaze on the desk. How strange, he thought, to not even be allowed to have a single look of the one fucking you in an entire evening...
*
"Should you wish to do so, you can remain here until you feel ready to leave. Else I would advice you to seek out another person of your choice, to make sure you're not alone for a while yet." He didn't expect the boy to stay, even though he had done so last time. He preferred it though, as he would be able to keep an eye on Corner himself and could take appropriate action should it be needed.
*
Mike could feel that being alone now would not be nice. From what Professor Snape had told him of adrenalin and endorphins and the psychological effects of these types of encounters, he understood why, besides, he had felt bad that first time. "Thank you, Sir. I would like to stay here, Sir."
He had liked that, kneeling next to Snape, just being close. He had felt safe, and it had felt so right. Like he belonged there. Being with someone else now would just be a substitute, and Mike really wasn't in the mood for finding someone this late, and also didn't want to ruin this feeling by having sex with some boy... He wasn't sure he had the energy for that, nor the inspiration. He would also have to pretend as if he was his usual self... and he wasn't. Not the self he showed other people.
*
"Very well," Corner felt steady enough now and Snape removed his hand, so the boy could move into the required position. "You will assume the rest position where you did last then. Whenever you feel ready to leave, you are free to do so."
He stepped away, moved around Corner and the desk and sat down in his chair. His eyes rested on the boy, who still had a faintly dazed look about him. He waited for Corner to assume the position while he opened the drawer and pulled out a thick folder of brewing notes he needed to revise.
*
"Thank you, Sir." Mike waited a second then asked, "May I make a cushion this time as well, Sir?" It wasn't necessary, but it would be nicer. However, if Snape said no, Mike wouldn't object. He turned toward his teacher, his gaze on the floor.
When the reply was that he was allowed one, and indeed would always be, unless told otherwise, Mike nodded and acknowledged the information. He walked over to his folded robe on weak knees, and picked up his wand to transfigure it to a cushion. With it in his hands, he stepped back to Professor Snape's side, put it down and then knelt in the rest position.
*
Snape opened the folder and pulled out the stack of papers, so they would be easily accessible. Then he placed a hand on Corner's shoulder to be able to feel it, should the boy start feeling unwell. He began going through the notes, from time to time picking up the quill to correct mistakes or add in the margin. He smiled faintly, since only a few persons would ever be able to actually read what he was writing. His handwriting was neat and fairly small to make the best use of the parchment and he often used abbreviations to shorten the text. It helped him, but would make it almost impossible for an outsider to read his notes and understand them unless they actually took them and studied the closer, with the help of a good Potions Master.
*
Mike smiled a little and made a small sound of contentment as Snape placed his hand on him. He relaxed a little more, and just enjoyed the various sensations in his body - the slight tingle in wrists and ankles, the soreness in his arse, the feeling of having had a drink even though he hadn't, the peace inside.
He listened to the sound of the quill rasping once in a while against the parchment, and like the last time, it all made it feel to him as if this was the way it was supposed to be, natural. After a few minutes, Mike slowly leaned a little forward and rested his cheek against Snape's thigh. He was careful, and ready to pull back immediately should Snape give him a sign or a word, even a tightening of his fingers would be enough...
*
Snape noticed the pressure against his thigh and looked down at Corner. He didn't do anything else, since he saw no reason to forbid him this extended physical contact. It was a brave move from the boy, but Snape knew it was most probably also needed for him to relax properly.
His hand continued to rest lightly on Corner's shoulder as he turned his attention back to the notes and resumed his work. There was a sense of calm and peace in the room. As if things were as they were supposed to be. Corner next to him, on his knees, on the floor. An odd notion, but there it was. He would contemplate the import of that more closely later. The clock softly chimed the half hour before nine. Snape didn't seem to notice, engulfed in his work, while part of his attention was fixed on the boy at his side.
*
When Snape didn't comment, or make any sign of being displeased, Mike relaxed against him. He liked this. He could feel the warmth from Snape's body through the fabric, there was a faint smell of... Snape, and curiously enough, Mike found that he liked that too. He let his thoughts wander, going back to various parts of what he had experienced during the evening, and at times his mind associated to other things and events in his life. It was calm thoughts, and none of them took all of his attention.
During the time Mike waited for the effects of the session to wane, he felt a little shivery for a while, but it soon passed. He didn't resist it anymore; he knew what it was and why, so it didn't frighten him. Instead he concentrated more on feeling the leg he was resting his cheek on, everything that now meant to him that he was safe - the smell, the contact, the sounds...
*
Corner seemed to cope better with the after-effects this time. He felt the light shivers for a while and paid more attention to the boy in that period. But it passed quicker than last time, at no time making Corner tense or apprehensive. Very good. That meant the boy felt safe here and with this. And with Snape himself. He knew only very few did that and knew he didn't encourage trust generally. But the success of making Corner trust him, so fully and so fast, was rewarding. Which of course wasn't surprising.
The physical gratification was great, but there was also a psychological part that played in for him. Arrangements as these were always mutual, both parties gaining what they needed. He had apparently needed a sense of control, of power. Otherwise, he realised, he might never have accepted the boy's request in the first place.
He had that now, power and control. No matter that it was derived from the dominance of a very willing teenage boy, it was there. And it strengthened him. Made him trust in return, which he had to. Corner could easily go to Dumbledore with this, but Snape didn't think he would. Another matter to contemplate later.
*
Mike knew that he couldn't stay the whole evening. It was late, and he should get back to his dorm... But for a short moment he did wish he could stay like this much longer. There would be other times, he thought, and straightened up with a small sigh. The dizziness was gone, but he was very thirsty. The first thing he would do when he returned to the Ravenclaw tower was to have something to drink. Absolutely. Other than that, he felt good, relaxed, almost lazy... sluggish, but not in that hazy way. He was certain he would sleep like a baby that night.
"I think I should go back to my dorm now, Sir." There was a reluctant note to Mike's voice. He paused, then added a low, "Thank you, Sir," meaning the whole experience.
*
Corner didn't truly want to leave, Snape was aware of that. But he should, as time was moving towards his appointment with Lockhart and d'Aqualline.
He nodded lightly and looked at the boy. Corner was thanking him, showing and feeling gratitude. He had obviously enjoyed this session very thoroughly, and the punishment hadn't influenced that, it seemed.
"You are welcome, Mr. Corner. If you feel ready to do so, you are free to leave." It had been mostly his pleasure after all and Snape's lips curled faintly at that thought.
*
"Yes, Sir." Mike smiled at the reply to his thanks. It was as if nothing untoward had taken place, the most normal thing in the world - pass me the salt, thank you, or in his case, tie me up, crop me and fuck me, thank you. Mike found it quite amusing.
He stood up and began dressing, wondering if he dared steal a glance at his Professor but decided against it. No use in risking another punishment that would have to wait until next time. Lastly, Mike turned the cushion back into a school robe and put it on, putting away his wand. The door was still locked and warded, so he waited to the side of it, in the proper position. Even dressed he didn't dare forget something like that. To him, the session wasn't properly over until he had vacated the room.
*
Snape watched Corner dress and was quite aware that the boy would like to look at him. Next time, maybe. And Corner did fully respect the conditions of their arrangement.
It was almost too easy.
He touched his wand and lifted the wards and locks on the door so the boy could leave. "Good night, Mr. Corner." He turned his attention back to his work.
*
"Good night, Sir." Mike smiled and turned, opening the door. He stepped out into the corridor and closed the door behind him. For a moment he stood in the chilly dungeons, taking a deep breath before making his way to the dorm. Homework in the morning, this evening, what was left of it, he would spend contemplating what he had experienced.
Mike's throat was aching as bit, and his jaws started to feel the strain, but he still pulled back reluctantly, giving the head of Snape's cock one last lick and a moment of suction while moaning. Then he went back to his original 'kneel up' position, hands on his back. His lips were parted, tingling slightly, and Mike was breathing faster than normal as well. He wanted more, oh gods yes, he wanted more... he was so horny, that he was grateful that he had to keep his hands behind his back. His eyes opened slowly, and a low moan escaped him as his gaze fastened on the cock in front of him.
"Thank you, Sir," he said a bit hoarsely, his voice reacting to both the arousal and the deep-throating. How could Snape sound so calm, so collected after what he'd just experienced? Mike was trembling as he was no longer distracted from the throbbing and the intense need inside him; there was nothing that shielded him from his horniness, and it was only the fear of disobeying again that kept him still. He didn't want to collect yet another punishment. One was quite enough.
*
Snape sighed very softly, almost inaudibly, when Corner pulled away completely, a rush of cool air replacing the hot soft pressure. He stepped back, letting go of the boy's shoulder as he made room for him to get up. It was definitely time to move on even though Snape suspected his arousal would diminish just as little as Corner's would, in the light of the upcoming events.
He looked at the boy for a few moments, taking in his frazzled composure, the shivers going through the young hard body quite obvious to his trained eyes. The amount of control was impressive, even though he realised there was also a small measure of fear strengthening that control. So, Corner didn't want to be punished further. Understandable.
First punishment, then the reward. A reward for both of them, he rationalised, unwilling to face the fact that he needed the distraction badly, thoughts of Lucius already pushing to enter his mind again. "Present yourself!" Snape gestured towards the end of his desk. It would be suitable for what he had in mind.
*
The seconds ticked away as the silence stretched, and Mike knew that Snape was watching him, studying him, his body... He could feel Snape's gaze on him. It did nothing to temper the arousal, and Mike shivered slightly again. He would probably be punished now, wouldn't he? He wasn't looking forward to it; he felt bad for failing Professor Snape, but it occupied a very small part of his mind at the moment.
Then the order to move came, and Mike replied with a low "Yes, Sir" and got to his feet, and stepped over to the desk. He stopped a little away from it, his feet at the required distance from each other, and bent at the hips, resting his upper body on the slightly chilly surface. He moved a little back from the desk until he was at the same distance from it as the previous time, and adjusted the rest of the position to match what he had been taught last time.
Like then, he felt a bit exposed, and he thought that the name for the position was very suitable. He was certainly presenting himself to Snape. For punishment. It was intimidating, to get into position for it willingly, to not be forced... If he had been forced, it would have been easier to dismiss; as it was, Mike felt that he was cooperating, freely walking into something he knew would be painful. It was exciting.
*
Snape watched at Corner assumed and adjusted the position until it was very near complete perfection. The boy had most certainly practiced and the natural flow of his moves leant it a true grace, he hadn't observed in many.
His own arousal was strong, but he would not let it influence what he had planned. Corner would be punished and then he would make a new experience. Something to widen his horizon and put a few of the things they had discussed tonight into perspective.
Once more he praised the boy's actions, "Perfect, Mr. Corner." which it was. He didn't need to check the distance between desk and hips to come to that conclusion. "But for this, you will need to spread your legs wider, until your feet reach the legs over the desk. And you will spread your arms to the sides." He waited for the boy to comply, the soft and correct reply as always very pleasing.
When Corner was in the right position, Snape cast the binding spells, soft ropes coming into existence at the boy's ankles and wrists, then securing him to the table. Tightly, but not too tightly. There was still room to move faintly and the ropes didn't bite into the boy's skin or preventing bloodflow. Snape checked both feet and hands to make sure of that, before stepping back to admire the sight.
"Remember your obligation to inform me, should anything overstep your boundaries or cause intolerable discomfort."
*
Mike followed the directions, and when he felt the ropes snake around his arms and legs, he was slightly startled at first. Then the ropes were pulling them tauter, immobilising him, and he moaned. He pulled a bit against the bonds, trying their strength, and the feeling it gave him when they didn't give at all was intoxicating. He was helpless, completely in Snape's control. It made him even more horny, and his cock twitched at the sensation. Snape's hands touching him lightly caused yet another shiver to travel through Mike's body.
So this was how it felt to be fully restrained, to be tied up? Mike moaned again as he once more pulled at the ropes on his wrists, using the muscles in his back as well, then relaxed. He was very much exposed now, and he had to admit to himself that he loved it. Sure, it made him horny, but it was also a deeper feeling, not so physical, that he couldn't put a name on. It didn't matter anyway, he would just enjoy what he could.
Mike replied softly, trying to prepare somehow for what would come, but both the arousal coursing through his body, and the incredible sensation of being tied up distracted him. He just had no way of preparing, everything being so new, so he tried to just relax against the desk.
*
Corner's initial reaction was very good. No fear and even a new spark of arousal spiking through the boy's mind. Testing the bonds was quite acceptable, and since it was the first time Corner tried this, Snape even expected him to in this manner. Otherwise Snape would have instructed him to do so. Trust was important and good. Blind trust was foolish.
He summoned a quill and transformed it into the same crop as last time. It was hard to keep his focus away from his own hard cock, the brush of fabric against it slightly maddening. But it would have to wait. Instead he moved the crop to slide slowly up one of Corner's legs, his eyes and ears focused on the boy's delightful reactions. The relaxation he had observed was lost, as light tension and small shivers once more made Corner's muscle play lightly under the wide expanses of smooth skin. Enticing...
As it rested against the curve of Corner's buttock, he spoke again "We will begin. Five strokes, you will keep the count."
*
"Yes, Sir." Snape's words made Mike tense up a little more; he just couldn't help it. The feeling of the crop sliding over his skin had been nice, but as it lay against his arse, as if it was waiting, there was something slightly frightening about it. Mike knew that any second, it would pull back, hurt him...
When the blow finally fell, Mike wasn't prepared for it. He jerked and let out a gasp. Fuck! That hurt! He drew air into his lungs again and counted in a low voice.
"One, Sir." As the burning pain slowly diminished, he found it easier to breathe.
*
As this was punishment and should be treated as such, Snape didn't interrupt the next four strokes other than to wait for Corner's count. He did alternate between the two buttocks, 2 for the left, 3 for the right, giving both a satisfying light red colour. The strikes had not been hard enough to actually put imprints of the crop on the skin, but they had hurt, there was no doubt about that.
When he was done, the last count replacing the sound of the crop impacting with skin, he put the crop away, instead running a hand lightly over one hot buttock. The punishment was over, the transgression forgotten in so far that the lesson should be remembered. And Corner had taken the punishment well. Snape had no doubt the lesson was learned just as well.
"Do you recall our earlier conversation about different sexual practises?" He summoned a lit candle, unseen by Corner as it hovered next to Snape. Ready to be used.
*
After the count of five, Mike took a deep, slightly shuddering breath. It hadn't been as bad as last time he'd been punished; then again, at that time he'd been given more than double the strokes on one buttock only. It still burned some, though. But that was quickly forgotten as he felt Snape's hand caressing his arse. He moaned softly. This was better than any dreams or fantasies he'd had... this was real, even if it felt as if it was a different world. He did know for sure that he wasn't dreaming though, because the pain had been real too.
"Yes, Sir." Sexual practices? There had been a lot of examples and information... It was difficult to forget such a conversation, especially since some of the things described had sounded quite interesting. Mike shifted slightly, he was still very horny - that hadn't changed much during the punishment, and he could feel the ropes again. It didn't seem like Snape was in a hurry to release him... and Mike didn't complain.
*
"Good. I told you, you would need to experience different kinds of those practises to truly form an opinion on them and your preferences in connection to them." His hand still rested on Corner's buttock, the heat radiating up into the palm. It only changed slightly as he slid the hand higher, to rest on the small of Corner's back.
"It is not one of the more extreme choices, since they should only be attempted when both parties of an arrangement like this, rest fully in trust to each other and have extensive knowledge of their individual preferences. It might be slightly painful, but it will not be harmful in any way." He took the candle, then was momentarily distracted as the tip of his still very hard cock brushed against Corner's hip when he moved closer. How could he not be aroused after all, the sight presented right in front of him a display of almost wanton lust. A lust so clear in the boy, it was pulling him in.
For a moment he contemplated beginning without notice, but that would confuse Corner and undermine the trust. "I will now drip molten wax on your skin. Use the safe-word, should you wish for me to stop." Else he wouldn't.
Again that tension, curling strong muscles beneath his fingertips. He kept his hand on the small of Corner's back, then tilted the candle lightly, holding it around a foot over the boy's skin so the wax wouldn't be burning hot. A fat drop of wax fell from the candle and hit Corner's skin just above the red area on his left buttock.
*
Mike moaned as he felt the hot and hard cock against him. Merlin! Snape was still as hard as he was... He was obviously enjoying what he was doing. Mike's slightly dazed mind could understand that. After all, the man was having a naked boy tied up in front of him, to do what he pleased with.
Snape's hand felt good where it rested on him, some human contact, and gentleness, amidst all the new sensations. He listened to Snape's words and nodded to show that he had heard and understood. Whatever he was to experience, it wouldn't harm or hurt him. Mike felt some apprehension, but at the same time, he wanted to know, wanted to feel, wanted to understand...
Candles? A moment's pause, then his skin was hit by... something. It took a moment for his body to react, to register the sensations. Then a burning feeling concentrated at the place where the drop had landed, and he got goosebumps all over his body. It was strange, because at the same time as it was burning, he felt as if the rest of him went very cold. He took a deep breath, and then moaned as another feeling filled him. It was a warmth, and it travelled quickly to his groin, and he could feel his nipples get hard and perky as well.
"Oh... gods..." That had been... more, please? Mike's mind and body were in agreement, as much as his mind was present at all.
*
Snape watched the boy, saw the small goose bumps form, felt them beneath his hand. A definitely positive reaction when he let himself take in the waves of pleasure and arousal radiating out from Corner. Very good and a good choice to introduce the boy to more subtle means of pleasure.
He let two more drops fall, just above the former spot, almost drawing a ragged line upwards. At the same time his hand slid downwards to cover the still heated area on Corner's buttock.
*
It burned, it hurt at first. But then subtler sensations rose in him. There were more of the goose bumps, then a wave of something soft and calmly exciting washed over Mike, moved through him, and he moaned. After the third drop, this wave was slightly stronger, and he felt as if it was pulling him with it as it peaked and then gently fell away.
It felt strange, but good. It was very much like that feeling he had experienced the first time he had been punished - that incredible, strange pleasure that had come between the strokes of the crop. Would it be stronger after the next drop? And after that? Mike wanted to know, because he liked this sensation.
*
Satisfied with Corner's obvious enjoyment of this, Snape continued, allowing himself to take slightly part in what the boy was experiencing, sensing... It was very arousing, slowly building inside on top of his earlier arousal and he knew it was the same in Corner.
But as the pleasure increased, as the pattern slowly emerged on Corner's back, Snape once more was unable to keep Lucius out of his mind. The pleasures he had shared with Lucius, what Lucius had created within him, shown him, taught him and enjoyed with him, together...
As we will never do again... No, he couldn't accept that thought, even if he knew it held more truth than he dared face. He had torn down the possibility of 'being together' himself, hadn't he? Almost frustrated, Snape found himself digging his fingertips slightly more than gently into the boy's skin and now his eyes recognised the pattern spreading up from the other buttock, over the small of the boy's back and slightly further up... a winged snake... Of course, it might only be in his mind and it was only the faint shape, but... a Wyvern. He should have known his mind would betray him like this.
One last drop, and he stopped, his eyes fixed on the ragged shape of wax on Corner's smooth skin. He allowed the boy to breathe and collect himself slightly before he spoke, also pulling himself out of his mind and into the present. "You will, based on this experience, write a short essay on what you sensed and felt. It will not only inform me, but will also settle the experience in your mind and enable you to reach back on it to compare to later experiences." Snape was very ready to move on and time was slipping through his fingers suddenly.
*
As more hot drops of wax landed on Mike's skin, he moaned and shivered, pushed further and further into an unfamiliar but quite comfortable daze. The wax didn't hurt much anymore, and the last few drops were only pleasurable.
"Yes, Sir," he whispered in reply, not quite able to think of the assignment at the present moment. His body was taking almost all of his attention - burning with lust and arousal, little trembles and shivers, an almost overwhelming need. He was so horny, so hard... He was tied up, legs spread apart, and felt that if Snape didn't use him soon, he'd go mad.
*
Snape sent the candle back to it's place and instead cast a lubrication charm into his hand, then put away his wand. Slowly, but methodically and without stimulating the boy's prostate, Snape started preparing him. There was no need to wait any longer and both of them were sufficiently aroused to proceed without any dalliance.
It was very clear just how aroused Corner was, both his mind and body reacting positively, almost impatiently. And it didn't take long for the boy to be ready... enough, relaxed and wanting. Snape extracted his fingers, using the last oil on his own cock.
Placing himself behind Corner, Snape positioned his cock against the relaxed opening and took hold of the still lightly hot and red buttocks, his thumbs spreading them slightly. It was an almost beautiful sight and it was impossible to hold back a soft moan as he pushed inside slowly, relishing the sensations as he was increasingly surrounded by heat and friction.
*
The moans that had escaped Mike as Snape prepared him were nothing compared to the loud moan that was the result of Snape entering him. He was prepared yes, stretched by those long, deeply probing fingers, but the feeling of the blunt head of that cock breaching him was still that of being slightly torn apart. It was good though, very good, fucking brilliant actually as Snape continued to bury himself inside him.
Mike was almost dizzy from all the sensations earlier, and from the desperate arousal, but he could still hear the sound of Snape's enjoyment through the pounding in his ears. This was better than anything he'd experienced - feeling completely and totally filled to the brink of what he could take, the slight burning pain only adding to his arousal - and Snape hadn't really begun fucking him yet...
He mumbled something incoherently, making sure that somewhere among the thank yous, the please mores and the oh gods, there were one or two Sirs as well.
*
Oh yes, this was what he needed now. Corner's words registered clearly in his mind, even as it was continuously assaulted by sensations and they were just right, perfect even, reflecting how much this was wanted, how much it was enjoyed, how much the boy was giving himself over to this. And how much his mindset had already adjusted itself to their arrangement, to his position in it.
Snape started moving, only slowly building the pace. His thrusts were deep, but not hard yet. The skin under his fingers was hot, the pressure creating white circles around his finger tips, especially clear against the cropped areas. His eyes slid up over the once more hard candle wax. The pattern was still there, still clearly - to him - a wyvern, the bane of his mind and sanity, the holder and destroyer of his heart...Lucius. He moved one hand up and started peeling it off, destroying the wyvern, not stopping his moves.
When it was gone and nothing remained by a faint reddening of the skin, he could fully concentrate on the present, fucking Corner. Taking what in effect belonged to him, taking his pleasure and exorcising Lucius from his mind.
*
Every slow thrust into Mike forced sounds of pleasure from him, small gasps, more moans, a groan or two. He barely registered that Snape removed the wax from his back; there were only pleasure of different forms and intensity to him, even the slight pain at first as Snape increased the force of his thrusts.
Then the pace was increased as well, Snape's fingers holding his hips in a firm grip, and Mike whimpered, his mind overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensations. He arched his neck, raising his head as he groaned lustfully, and pulled at the bonds tying him to the desk. Merlin! It was too much, too good, too fantastic... he was so completely in Snape's control... and he could do nothing but enjoy it.
Mike was already close to coming, but he didn't want this to end, didn't want to disobey, only wanted to please his teacher. He was breathing hard, feeling almost as if he couldn't get enough.
"OhgodsyesthankyouSir! PleasefuckmeSirpleasefuckmehardohgods..." He moaned loudly again and relaxed back onto the desk, his body seemingly satisfied that it couldn't flee the incredible pleasure.
*
Corner was close, incoherently babbling away and still he remembered the respect, still his mindset didn't slip. It was incredible, arousing Snape even more. The sense of power and control, of possession and pleasure, all of it provided by this teenager he shouldn't even touch. That fact only served to make it better, as it always did.
And the boy was asking so nicely, there was no reason to deny him, or even deny himself this. The force of his thrusts increased until he was fucking Corner very hard, the boy's young body moving against the desk in spite of the bonds. He could see red abrasions at the wrists... he would heal them later, right now it wasn't important.
His breaths were rapid and he wasn't holding himself back for once, allowing low moans to escape when the sensations became almost too good.
*
Mike's moans became louder, the groans throatier; he was gasping as Snape increased the pace even more. He couldn't even form words anymore... there was only this. Only pleasure - big, hard cock pounding hard into his arse, making him tremble and lose all semblance of control...
Yet there was still that little voice reminding him that he mustn't disobey, he mustn't come. Mike fought to hold back, every sensation conspiring against him... but at least there was no friction, no stimulation to his cock, or he would have failed.
Then it was as if he could feel how Snape stopped being careful with him, just took him, ripped the pleasure that was his to take from his body, slamming into him, hard and fast. Mike cried out, completely lost in his need, and struggled against the bonds again, not noticing that the ropes cut painfully into his wrists. In fact, that sensation was simply added to the rest, pushing him closer to the edge.
Mike needed... wanted... craved... ... ... release.
*
For long moments there was only his own pleasure, nothing else mattered than the friction around his cock, the heat, the raw physical sensations rolling over him again and again as he fucked Corner. But slowly his awareness returned to include the distinct and intense sensations in the boy's frazzled mind.
Corner was holding back, fighting a losing battle, knowing it was a losing battle and yet fighting it with every last scrap of his willpower. There had been no order for him to do this, but on the other hand, there had been no permission to come at leisure.
Only now Snape realised how deeply embedded this mindset in reality was in Corner. So deeply ingrained with his personality, this had been a natural progression for the boy. And Corner had fallen into Snape's hands, in fact placed himself in his hands, willingly giving away all control, trusting, obeying, submitting....
Snape stopped, deeply buried inside Corner, his breaths rapid. The boy was trembling beneath his hands, around his cock, his entire body lost in pleasure and need. He slowly drew out, almost withdrawing completely and paused again. "You may come," he said, then thrust in hard again, the force pushing Corner forward in his bonds, the pleasure of doing so coaxing out a deep moan.
*
Mike gasped for air when Snape stopped moving, the muscles of his arse gripping the cock tightly. He relaxed slightly, then moaned as he felt Snape pulling out, so slowly, agonisingly slow, making him feel every inch leaving him... He was trembling when Snape stopped once more. He needed more, wanted to feel him inside... Then the blessed words, giving him permission; he didn't have to fight to hold back any longer.
The ropes cut cruelly into him as he was pushed forward over the desk, but Mike didn't notice. The raw pleasure that tore through him from the hard thrust made him throw back his head and scream. He wasn't fighting his orgasm anymore, but it still took his body another cruel stab to let go, and when it did, Mike tensed up, pulling hard on the ropes. He didn't scream again, in fact, there was almost no sound at all coming from him apart from the heavy breathing. His face was contorted as if in terrible pain, his mouth open in a silent cry, but it was fierce ecstasy that washed through him as he came over the desk.
The orgasm left him boneless, and Mike sank back down onto the desk, completely relaxed and almost dizzy from the intensity of the sensations. He was moaning weakly, almost sobbing, enjoying everything he was given.
*
Vivid sensations were once more the entire focus of Snape's being, his own pleasure, Corner's pleasure sharp against his mind, mingling as he felt the tight rippling clenching around his cock, forcing out another moan.
He resumed the hard pace, thrusting deeply into the shivering body in front of him, his own climax building fast. The intensity of the situation, the eager responsiveness from the boy, it all conspired to overwhelm his senses. There was no holding back, only taking and owning and thrusting until there was only pure pleasure.
With a low shuddery groan he came in long hot pulses, burying himself deeply in welcoming heat. His fingers dug deeper into Corner's hips as he steadied himself slightly against the boy, eyes closed as he let the last tendrils of his orgasm weave through his body, warming it. This had been far better than he had ever expected and the notion that he could have it again, whenever it pleased him, made his lips curl in a small satisfied smirk.
If Albus knew of this... the thought widened the smirk. He couldn't care less right now and Albus would never know.
*
Snape continuing to fuck him extended the post-orgasm shivers, forcing more pleasure on Mike. It was good, fucking incredible, even if he had already come. But to feel Snape enjoy him like this, to hear his moans, it was a special pleasure. Mike felt that Snape found him pleasing, enjoyable, and he felt it in a very physical way.
He was still breathing hard and moaning, when Snape came inside him. Mike shivered as the usually velvet-smooth voice gave a low, almost ragged sound of pure pleasure, and the thrusts came to an end. The hard grip on his hips together with the slightly burning pain in his wrists only served to really drive home to him that he had given all control over to his teacher. But Mike was too lost in the afterglow and the lingering endorphins to feel any fear at this realisation. It felt too fucking good.
*
Almost gently, Snape released the strong hold he had on Corner's hips and withdrew from his body. Picking up his wand from the desk, he cast cleaning spells on them both, then tucked himself away. Then it was time to take care of the boy.
With a few flicks of his wands, the bonds disappeared. He kept one hand on the small of Corner's back to steady him. This had been a very intense session and physical contact would be important. He could feel small shivers still going through the boy as he inspected the wrists and ankles superficially. They would need healing.
But first he would have to see what state the boy really was in. "Mr. Corner. Can you stand up?"
*
Mike felt strangely empty after Snape had pulled out of him, as if his body had grown so used to the intrusion that is was missing it already. He was also very sore; Mike knew that he would feel this for days if he didn't use a soothing charm later. He moaned softly as Snape removed the ropes, not sure he would ever be able to move again. His legs felt suspiciously like someone had cast a deboning charm on them.
"I don't know, Sir." Mike's words were low, and he still felt quite hazy. It was nice to feel Snape's hand on his back, a point of contact that he could concentrate on so the haziness didn't take over. He hadn't even tried moving his arms; they were so heavy. Perhaps he could stand up, but would he be able to stand in position? Mike doubted that.
*
"Very well." He wasn't surprised. Corner had moved quite a lot against the bonds and had strained his limbs fairly much by doing so. As expected. He considered using cushioning spells for the next time.
"You should try to move your toes and flex your fingers, then continue with moving your feet and hands, to increase the blood flow to your arms and legs. You will get the feeling back in your limbs quicker then." In the mean time, he would see to the wrists and ankles to make sure it was merely bruising.
*
"Yes, Sir." Mike obeyed, managing to slowly curl his fingers after a moment. It was as if his brain had forgotten about them... perhaps it had been too busy concentrating on his arse, Mike thought and smiled slightly. He made his toes twitch, then wriggle, however sluggishly, and then moved on to moving his hands.
After a little while, Mike moved his feet together a bit, and tried putting more of his weight on them. His knees felt decidedly weak, and he couldn't hold back another lazy and satisfied smile.
"Thank you, Sir. "
*
Snape couldn't help noticing the expression on Corner's face as he moved around to inspect the first wrist properly. The boy had done well and deserved the gratification he had received so smiling like that was quite acceptable. He turned his attention to healing the abraded skin. A few moments later he moved to the other side of Corner and inspected the other wrist. Here the bruising was slightly darker, but still nothing serious. He healed it as well, only leaving behind faint red lines that would fade before the morning arrived.
The ankles had endured less stress and didn't require any healing. The skin was only faintly irritated and it would probably fade comparably swiftly by itself. Done and satisfied with the result and the apparently normal blood flow in the appendages, he once more focused on the boy's general physical state. His hand once more returned to the small of Corner's back, feeling the increased relaxation. It shouldn't be long before the boy would get up.
"Are you able to stand now, Mr. Corner." There was still no rush, since he had made sure to have time enough to make certain the boy only left his office, if and when he was ready for it, physically and mentally.
*
It was when the pain lifted, as Snape healed his wrists, that Mike became aware of the fact that it had been there. Apparently, he was still in that daze, not that he minded at all. It felt nice that Professor Snape helped him with the bruises. He could have taken care of them himself later, but this felt ... as if he was cared for. And Snape seemed to think it was natural.
Mike nodded as Snape spoke again. "I think so, Sir." He pulled his arms to him and placed both palms on the desk, then slowly pushed up from the surface to stand straight. His feet were actually back to a shoulder breadth apart, without him having been conscious of it, and he put his arms behind his back, just below where Snape touched him.
He felt slightly dizzy, and his mouth was parched after all that heavy open-mouthed breathing. But he felt good - satisfied, happy, accomplished... and well used. Snape had enjoyed him, and that made him feel good too.
*
"Good." Corner seemed steady enough, even as he still seemed to suffer from slight imbalance. As he returned to the Stand position, Snape's lips curled slightly. It was as it should be.
This would then conclude their session for tonight and only the repetition of Corner's homework assignments remained. Of course, should the boy want to stay until he was fully recovered from tonight's events, he should do so. Snape did have a few things he needed to sort through before Ms. d'Aqualline arrived, and there should be time enough.
He didn't remove his hand just yet as he spoke "You will have homework for our next session." He paused for the acknowledgement and then continued "Of course, you will continue with your practical exercises with the poses and your oral skills. You will also, as I mentioned before, write a short essay, describing your experience of having molten wax dripped on your skin. Feel free to include other events in tonight's session." He doubted the boy would remember all, but what he did remember was worth saving for later perusal.
*
Mike felt as if he swayed slightly as he listened to Professor Snape, but wasn't sure if it was him or if it was the room. Damn... that had been so intense. At least he hadn't passed out this time, but had been able to enjoy feeling Snape finish.
The homework sounded good, and Mike thought it was probably a very good idea to write down all that he had experienced. However, he also thought it would be a good idea to not put a name in it. Anyway, it would help him sort this out in his mind.
"Yes, Sir," Mike replied softly, his gaze on the desk. How strange, he thought, to not even be allowed to have a single look of the one fucking you in an entire evening...
*
"Should you wish to do so, you can remain here until you feel ready to leave. Else I would advice you to seek out another person of your choice, to make sure you're not alone for a while yet." He didn't expect the boy to stay, even though he had done so last time. He preferred it though, as he would be able to keep an eye on Corner himself and could take appropriate action should it be needed.
*
Mike could feel that being alone now would not be nice. From what Professor Snape had told him of adrenalin and endorphins and the psychological effects of these types of encounters, he understood why, besides, he had felt bad that first time. "Thank you, Sir. I would like to stay here, Sir."
He had liked that, kneeling next to Snape, just being close. He had felt safe, and it had felt so right. Like he belonged there. Being with someone else now would just be a substitute, and Mike really wasn't in the mood for finding someone this late, and also didn't want to ruin this feeling by having sex with some boy... He wasn't sure he had the energy for that, nor the inspiration. He would also have to pretend as if he was his usual self... and he wasn't. Not the self he showed other people.
*
"Very well," Corner felt steady enough now and Snape removed his hand, so the boy could move into the required position. "You will assume the rest position where you did last then. Whenever you feel ready to leave, you are free to do so."
He stepped away, moved around Corner and the desk and sat down in his chair. His eyes rested on the boy, who still had a faintly dazed look about him. He waited for Corner to assume the position while he opened the drawer and pulled out a thick folder of brewing notes he needed to revise.
*
"Thank you, Sir." Mike waited a second then asked, "May I make a cushion this time as well, Sir?" It wasn't necessary, but it would be nicer. However, if Snape said no, Mike wouldn't object. He turned toward his teacher, his gaze on the floor.
When the reply was that he was allowed one, and indeed would always be, unless told otherwise, Mike nodded and acknowledged the information. He walked over to his folded robe on weak knees, and picked up his wand to transfigure it to a cushion. With it in his hands, he stepped back to Professor Snape's side, put it down and then knelt in the rest position.
*
Snape opened the folder and pulled out the stack of papers, so they would be easily accessible. Then he placed a hand on Corner's shoulder to be able to feel it, should the boy start feeling unwell. He began going through the notes, from time to time picking up the quill to correct mistakes or add in the margin. He smiled faintly, since only a few persons would ever be able to actually read what he was writing. His handwriting was neat and fairly small to make the best use of the parchment and he often used abbreviations to shorten the text. It helped him, but would make it almost impossible for an outsider to read his notes and understand them unless they actually took them and studied the closer, with the help of a good Potions Master.
*
Mike smiled a little and made a small sound of contentment as Snape placed his hand on him. He relaxed a little more, and just enjoyed the various sensations in his body - the slight tingle in wrists and ankles, the soreness in his arse, the feeling of having had a drink even though he hadn't, the peace inside.
He listened to the sound of the quill rasping once in a while against the parchment, and like the last time, it all made it feel to him as if this was the way it was supposed to be, natural. After a few minutes, Mike slowly leaned a little forward and rested his cheek against Snape's thigh. He was careful, and ready to pull back immediately should Snape give him a sign or a word, even a tightening of his fingers would be enough...
*
Snape noticed the pressure against his thigh and looked down at Corner. He didn't do anything else, since he saw no reason to forbid him this extended physical contact. It was a brave move from the boy, but Snape knew it was most probably also needed for him to relax properly.
His hand continued to rest lightly on Corner's shoulder as he turned his attention back to the notes and resumed his work. There was a sense of calm and peace in the room. As if things were as they were supposed to be. Corner next to him, on his knees, on the floor. An odd notion, but there it was. He would contemplate the import of that more closely later. The clock softly chimed the half hour before nine. Snape didn't seem to notice, engulfed in his work, while part of his attention was fixed on the boy at his side.
*
When Snape didn't comment, or make any sign of being displeased, Mike relaxed against him. He liked this. He could feel the warmth from Snape's body through the fabric, there was a faint smell of... Snape, and curiously enough, Mike found that he liked that too. He let his thoughts wander, going back to various parts of what he had experienced during the evening, and at times his mind associated to other things and events in his life. It was calm thoughts, and none of them took all of his attention.
During the time Mike waited for the effects of the session to wane, he felt a little shivery for a while, but it soon passed. He didn't resist it anymore; he knew what it was and why, so it didn't frighten him. Instead he concentrated more on feeling the leg he was resting his cheek on, everything that now meant to him that he was safe - the smell, the contact, the sounds...
*
Corner seemed to cope better with the after-effects this time. He felt the light shivers for a while and paid more attention to the boy in that period. But it passed quicker than last time, at no time making Corner tense or apprehensive. Very good. That meant the boy felt safe here and with this. And with Snape himself. He knew only very few did that and knew he didn't encourage trust generally. But the success of making Corner trust him, so fully and so fast, was rewarding. Which of course wasn't surprising.
The physical gratification was great, but there was also a psychological part that played in for him. Arrangements as these were always mutual, both parties gaining what they needed. He had apparently needed a sense of control, of power. Otherwise, he realised, he might never have accepted the boy's request in the first place.
He had that now, power and control. No matter that it was derived from the dominance of a very willing teenage boy, it was there. And it strengthened him. Made him trust in return, which he had to. Corner could easily go to Dumbledore with this, but Snape didn't think he would. Another matter to contemplate later.
*
Mike knew that he couldn't stay the whole evening. It was late, and he should get back to his dorm... But for a short moment he did wish he could stay like this much longer. There would be other times, he thought, and straightened up with a small sigh. The dizziness was gone, but he was very thirsty. The first thing he would do when he returned to the Ravenclaw tower was to have something to drink. Absolutely. Other than that, he felt good, relaxed, almost lazy... sluggish, but not in that hazy way. He was certain he would sleep like a baby that night.
"I think I should go back to my dorm now, Sir." There was a reluctant note to Mike's voice. He paused, then added a low, "Thank you, Sir," meaning the whole experience.
*
Corner didn't truly want to leave, Snape was aware of that. But he should, as time was moving towards his appointment with Lockhart and d'Aqualline.
He nodded lightly and looked at the boy. Corner was thanking him, showing and feeling gratitude. He had obviously enjoyed this session very thoroughly, and the punishment hadn't influenced that, it seemed.
"You are welcome, Mr. Corner. If you feel ready to do so, you are free to leave." It had been mostly his pleasure after all and Snape's lips curled faintly at that thought.
*
"Yes, Sir." Mike smiled at the reply to his thanks. It was as if nothing untoward had taken place, the most normal thing in the world - pass me the salt, thank you, or in his case, tie me up, crop me and fuck me, thank you. Mike found it quite amusing.
He stood up and began dressing, wondering if he dared steal a glance at his Professor but decided against it. No use in risking another punishment that would have to wait until next time. Lastly, Mike turned the cushion back into a school robe and put it on, putting away his wand. The door was still locked and warded, so he waited to the side of it, in the proper position. Even dressed he didn't dare forget something like that. To him, the session wasn't properly over until he had vacated the room.
*
Snape watched Corner dress and was quite aware that the boy would like to look at him. Next time, maybe. And Corner did fully respect the conditions of their arrangement.
It was almost too easy.
He touched his wand and lifted the wards and locks on the door so the boy could leave. "Good night, Mr. Corner." He turned his attention back to his work.
*
"Good night, Sir." Mike smiled and turned, opening the door. He stepped out into the corridor and closed the door behind him. For a moment he stood in the chilly dungeons, taking a deep breath before making his way to the dorm. Homework in the morning, this evening, what was left of it, he would spend contemplating what he had experienced.