Author: Eriador117
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Warning(s): Teacher/student, chan, manipulation/coercion, dub-con verging on non-con, voyeurism, angst.
Pineapples
Severus smoothed down his ill-fitting robe before knocking on the door to Professor Slughorn's office. He'd had a bit of a growth spurt at the beginning of term; his robe was barely skimming his ankles now and they didn't start studying cloth transfigurations until sixth year. There was nothing in their text books about it yet and Madam Pince wouldn't let him borrow the books for sixth years.
The door swung open and the ample form of his Head of House stood in the doorway. Slughorn had discarded his teaching robes and was now wearing a purple smoking jacket over a pair of brown flared trousers. Severus had yet to see the man smoke anything, so he assumed the jacket was an affectation.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" Severus asked, wondering what he'd done to merit the attention of his Head of House.
"Oho, young Mr. Snape. I did indeed, young man. Come on in."
Severus entered the office and glared nervously around the room. The office was where detentions were usually held, but Severus had yet to be given any by the Potions professor.
"Am I in trouble, sir?"
"Oh dear me, no! What sort of trouble would a fine young lad like you get into, hmm?"
"I've been in fights," Severus admitted, his face flushing at being called fine. He was flattered, but Severus knew it was a lie. Severus had a mirror, he could see how ugly he was and he didn't need Potter and Black to remind him of it at every opportunity.
"With Potter and the older Black boy, yes? From what I gather, they started it and although as a teacher at this school I don't condone fighting, I don't like bullies either. No, I just wanted to talk to you about your class choices for your NEWTs and give you some careers advice. Why don't we go through to my quarters and we can have a nice chat over a cup of tea? Would you like that?"
"Thank you, sir," said Severus, remembering the manners beaten into him by his father, although he was finding this unusual. Did teachers normally invite students to visit them in their rooms? "That would be fine."
Slughorn clapped his hands together and opened a door at the back of the office. "Good, good. This way, then."
Severus followed his professor into a small living room. There was a brick fireplace not big enough to have a Floo and a paisley print sofa set in front of it. On the mantelpiece were photos of Slughorn embracing people and smiling jovially at the camera.
"I see you've found my collection, Severus," said Slughorn, lifting down one of the photos. "That's Lawrence Elton, the Minister for Health. I got him that job, you know. I have a lot of contacts at the Ministry. Always sends me a little something at Christmas. Well, all of my little club do really." Slughorn set the photo back and lifted down another one. "And this–"
"That's Niall Burns!" exclaimed Severus, feeling a flutter of excitement in the pit of his belly. "He's the Seeker for the Ballycastle Bats! You know him?"
"Know him? My dear boy, it was me who introduced him to the scouts. He was one of my Slytherins too. Would you like to hold the picture?" Slughorn held it tantalisingly just out of reach.
"Can I? Really?"
"Of course, I know you won't damage it, will you?" Slughorn handed him the photo and Severus traced a reverent finger along the figure of his hero. Niall Burns was everything Severus wished he could be: handsome, successful and excellent at Quidditch. He had wavy brown hair and green eyes that seemed to glow in the picture. There was just something about green eyes; maybe it was because they were so different from Severus' own dark brown eyes, which he thought were boring.
"So you like Niall Burns, then?" Slughorn continued after he'd summoned a house elf to order tea for both of them.
Severus nodded and Slughorn's face seemed to light up. He was looking rather red in the face as well, as if he'd just finished running a race. "Well, in that case, have a seat on the sofa. I have a little surprise for you. Just a moment."
Severus sat down while Slughorn went into another room. While he was gone, the house elf returned with a pot of tea, cups and a selection of dainty cakes and biscuits. Severus' eyes still widened a bit whenever he saw the portions of food at Hogwarts. From going hungry so often at home it still surprised him that at Hogwarts he could eat as much as he liked.
Slughorn came back holding two boxes and sat down rather close to Severus on the sofa. "Now, these are only for my special boys, Severus. Just like you and Niall. Have some crystallised pineapple, won't you?" Slughorn opened the first box.
"Oh. Oh, thank you," said Severus, sweets were still such a rare treat for him. There had never been much money left over for treats; his father drank most of his wife's earnings and gambled the rest. "I've never had them before."
Slughorn was smiling as he removed one of the sugar-coated pineapple slices and fed it to Severus. "I bet there's a lot of things you haven't done before, aren't there?"
Severus took the pineapple into his mouth, but unfortunately he got a taste of Slughorn's finger as well. He moved backwards, away from Slughorn, but the man just kept moving towards him until they were thigh to thigh.
The pineapple was indeed sweet, but there was another underlying tang that Severus couldn't place. All of a sudden he felt too hot and his clothes felt too tight. Sweat began to drip down his back and shoulder blades and his breathing was uneven. "I – I feel funny."
"Oh? Have some tea, that might help," said Slughorn reaching for the teapot. Severus watched the tea pour from the spout in a golden torrent and he jiggled about on the sofa. Did he need the loo? Is that why he was feeling so weird?
"Drink up, Severus. There you go. Good lad." Slughorn watched as Severus drank a few sips before setting the cup back down. Everything felt very strange and blurred. "Now, here's an even better surprise. I've got some more photos of Niall here for you to take a look at. But these are very special photos, Severus. You mustn't tell anyone else about them, ever. It has to be our little secret. Can you keep a secret, Severus?"
"Yes, sir." Severus nodded for good measure. He wouldn't tell anyone else about the photos of his hero; he wanted to keep that knowledge all to himself.
Slughorn lifted up the second box and removed the lid. "This is a very special magazine, Severus. Normally only adults are allowed to read it, but you're very grown up, aren't you?"
Severus nodded and sat up straighter on the sofa. At last, someone who didn't see him as a little kid! "I wanted to get some of the sixth year books from the library, but Madam Pince said I wasn't allowed! I'm not stupid; I'd be able to follow the spells!"
"Of course you would, my boy. If you're good and don't share our secret, I might be able to give you a pass to the Restricted Section."
"You would do that for me?"
"I would. Now, how about you take a look at some of these photos, hmm?" Slughorn placed the magazine reverently in Severus' hand and he scanned the title. Playwitch. Niall Burns was on the front cover and he didn't seem to be wearing any clothes. A black band obscured the bottom of his waist and the top of his thighs with the words: Niall Burns Exclusive Pictures and Interview!
In the photo, Niall was smiling and winking at the camera, but it could almost have been as if he was winking and smiling at Severus. That thought sent strange feelings through his belly and lower still. Severus' trousers were feeling much too tight and he shifted restlessly on the sofa. Slughorn was watching him eagerly. "Go, on, there's more inside," urged Slughorn.
Severus turned the pages and gasped at the first picture. "But he's completely naked!"
"Indeed, and isn't he very handsome?"
Severus flushed and stared at the picture some more. Although as a Seeker Niall Burns wasn't particularly tall, his chest was broad and well muscled. It was also covered in a pelt of curly brown hair which was hiding his nipples and Severus was curious as to how all that hair would feel. He tried not to look any further than Niall's chest, but his eyes seemed to have other ideas and travelled down the page to land on Niall's prick. It, too, was set amid a nest of brown curls and even though it was soft, it looked bigger than Severus' own.
Severus was mortified to realise what was happening to him as he looked at the photographs. He was no stranger to erections or to wanking, but he had never felt as hard as this before. Or as warm. His clothes felt much too restricting. He needed to go; he could go and have a shower or else touch himself on his bed. "I should go now, sir."
"Go? Why do you want to go, Severus? It's because you're hard, isn't it?"
"Sir!"
"It's all right, Severus. We're all men together here, after all. It's nothing to be ashamed of. All men get like that sometimes."
Ah, but did they get hard looking at pictures of naked men? Somehow Severus didn't think that was normal. Slughorn had sidled closer to him again and placed a hand on Severus' knee. Severus didn't want Slughorn to touch him, but at the same time his body jolted in pleasure at the caress. Unused to touches that didn't hurt, Severus was surprised how good it felt to have someone else touch him.
"Have you ever touched yourself, Severus? Have you ever made yourself come? Have you ever stroked yourself until it felt really, really good?"
"I – I –"
"Come on, don't be shy with me. Have you ever done that? Maybe while you were alone in bed with no one else around? Or in the showers perhaps, watching all those naked boys?"
Severus flushed. How had the man known that he had indeed watched the other boys and had to disguise his erection so none of them would notice?
"Has anyone else ever touched you there?" Slughorn waved to Severus' groin. His erection was tenting his trousers now. Severus was so hard that he ached and knew he would need to touch himself soon or he would go mad.
"No. No one is supposed to touch me there."
"But I'm your teacher. I'm allowed, Severus. I only do it for my special boys though."
Slughorn reached out and pressed down hard on Severus' cock. "NO!" Severus tried to scramble backwards, but it was as if his limbs wouldn't work and he couldn't get away. "You're not allowed to touch me there!"
"Ssh, Severus. It's all right. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to make you feel good. Come along, why don't you sit on my lap? You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Severus tried to move, but his arms and legs felt floppy. Panicking now; he fell back onto the sofa as limply as a rag doll. A few moments later, Slughorn's arms were around him and he was being cradled against his professor's chest and ample belly like a much younger child.
"Now, just relax and let Uncle Horace take care of you," said Slughorn, one of his hands rubbing along Severus' belly, above the waistband of his trousers. "I'll make you feel good, Severus. Don't worry."
"You – you did something," Severus managed to talk, even if he couldn't manage much else. "The pineapple."
"Very good, Severus. I always knew you were intelligent. The pineapple didn't just contain sugar. Now, just relax and let me take care of you. Be a good boy for your uncle. You feel hot. Let me take off some of these clothes for you. Sit up a bit for me, that's it. That's it."
Severus had no resistance, whatever Slughorn had dosed him with was making him sluggish and Severus could barely move. Slughorn continued to undress him until Severus was left in nothing but his trousers, his robe and shirt discarded somewhere on the floor behind the sofa.
"Please! Let me go!"
"In a minute, Severus. You don't want to go back like that, do you? With your cock so hard. Everyone would see it, wouldn't they? And you don't want that, do you?"
"N-n-no, sir."
"Of course you don't. Let Uncle Horace take care of it for you, that's a good boy."
As Slughorn's fat fingers began to unzip his trousers, Severus shook and felt sick. He was hard, his cock wanted to be touched, but at the same time Severus didn't want Slughorn's stubby hands anywhere near it.
"Such beautiful skin, Severus," said Slughorn, as the hand on his back stroked up and down. Severus shuddered and closed his eyes in revulsion, but Slughorn seemed to take it for excitement. "There, it's not hurting, is it?"
Severus kept his eyes closed. He couldn't bear to look at Slughorn's hand on his cock. Severus' hips jerked almost of their own accord as Slughorn stroked his cock in a steady rhythm. Severus tried to pretend it was nothing more than his own hand; that he was just in bed having a normal wank, but it wasn't working. Slughorn's hands were too different to his own, so thick and stubby and Slughorn's heavy breathing and thrusts against Severus' backside were putting him off. Severus knew he wasn't going to be able to come like this and he knew instinctively that Slughorn wouldn't let him leave until he had.
Slughorn seemed to sense it too. "No one else has touched you before, have they?"
"No, sir. I'm not used to it."
Slughorn sighed as if he'd been entirely put upon. "Very well. Kneel on the floor and touch yourself. I want to see you come."
"Can I go back to my dorm?" Severus asked again.
"After you've come, Severus. Kneel!"
On shaky legs, Severus did as he had been bidden, but as well as feeling sick and scared, he was starting to feel angry too. How dare Slughorn do this to him? He had no right to humiliate Severus like this. He was his Head of House; he was supposed to look after his Slytherins, not molest them!
"You're a pervert!" Severus muttered angrily.
Slughorn smiled softly. "Me? My dear boy, who was it who gets hard in the showers watching the other boys? If I am a pervert, then so are you. And you don't want me to tell anyone else what you are, do you? Think how your friends would feel if they found out. You don't want that, do you?"
"No."
"Then you will do exactly as I say, won't you?"
What choice did he have? Severus knew he was the powerless one now, but one day he would be powerful – and then Slughorn, Potter, his father and everyone else who had ever hurt him would pay. They would all pay.
Slughorn settled back against the sofa, undoing his smoking jacket and the placket of his trousers. The man's cock was as fat and stubby as the rest of him and Severus had to look away. There was nothing remotely handsome or sexy about Slughorn.
"Now, Severus. Pull your trousers and underwear down, I want to see your cock and this time I want to see you come as well. You can watch me if that would help." Slughorn's hand curled around his cock, it was not arousing in the least.
Severus pushed his clothes down around his thighs and sat back on his haunches. His cock had softened quite a bit, despite whatever Slughorn had doctored the pineapple with. Maybe the man's Potions skills were not as effective as he liked to make out.
Severus closed his eyes and wrapped his right hand around his cock, coaxing it to hardness once again. His whole body was flushed at the humiliating position he was in: kneeling on the floor, clothes around his thighs, his cock sticking up like a flagpole. He would never forgive Slughorn for this. Never.
"Oh, that's good, Severus, so good," Slughorn moaned. "Lick your fingers for me. Wet them, good boy, good."
Severus obeyed. "Now, caress your nipples with your wet fingers. Ohh! Ohh, yes, Severus!"
Severus arched as a jolt of pleasure shot through his whole body. He'd never really played with his nipples before, but they were so sensitive. He kept stroking and rubbing them until they stood up in little peaks and his hips were humping the air, his arousal back to full hardness now.
Without being told, Severus moved one hand back down to his cock while the other continued to play with his nipples. He let out a long drawn-out moan as his hand gripped his cock firmly.
"Just imagine fucking Niall Burns, Severus! Imagine him spread out on your bed, his legs wide as he waits for your cock. He'll be begging for it. You want to fuck him, don't you? Imagine pushing your cock into that tight heat. Can you feel it, can you?"
"Yes! OH!" Severus groaned as he tightened his grip, imagining it. His hips pumped faster and faster as he fantasised about fucking Niall Burns. To be surrounded, enclosed by that handsome body. Soon, Severus forgot all about Slughorn. He heard a few words, but he didn't understand them, too far gone in his fantasy.
Severus tugged on his cock, faster and faster as he sought release. Heat coiled low down in his belly and his balls felt so heavy. Pinching a nipple, Severus squeezed harder on his cock too. Merlin, he needed to come so badly! His hips bucked as he felt the sensations build and build until suddenly he was there. Severus threw his head back and howled as the first tremors tore through him. "Niall!!" he shrieked as he spurted so hot and wet over his hands and body. There seemed to be no end to it, he felt the spunk fly out and hit his cheek and his chest as his cock just pulsed and pulsed. His whole body felt as if it was throbbing and he was feeling very light-headed.
Dimly Severus became aware of an annoying buzzing sound and after a while it turned into words.
Slughorn. Severus felt as if he'd just been doused with ice-water.
Slughorn had watched him while he – Severus turned aside and threw up over the floor, his whole body trembling.
Oh God! What had he done?
"Look at me, Severus," said Slughorn and Severus reluctantly opened his eyes. "Do you see how good you were? I came too."
Indeed, Severus could see the spunk covering the man's groin and his fat belly. He wanted to throw up again but managed to keep it down this time.
"We'll have to do this again, sometime, won't we?"
Severus yanked up his trousers and underwear, not even caring how sticky they were. He just wanted out of this room as soon as possible. Severus fumbled about looking for the rest of his clothes and threw them on. There was no way Severus was going to allow Slughorn to do anything like this to him again.
As soon as Severus left Slughorn, he was going to send a letter to Lucius Malfoy.
Lucius' mentor was a powerful wizard and he was keen to have Severus join their organisation.
Slughorn was going to pay, Lord Voldemort would see to that!
THE END
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发表于 2009-7-21 13:00
