Chapter Two- Detention!
By darthelwig
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I don’t own them, but J.K.Rowling does. Lucky lady, that one!
This one is still NC-17, of course.
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Harry was hard again. Seemed he couldn’t get rid of this hard-on, ever. He and Ron were sitting in detention, and all he could think about was having his best friend suck his cock.
Of course, they would have been fucking like rabbits by now had Snape not been his usual nasty self and given them detention for talking during class. Everyone did it, but they were the ones who got busted for it, of course. And now they were stuck in the dungeon with Snape, copying “I will not talk in class” onto their parchment for about the millionth time.
He snuck a look at Ron, who was smiling wickedly. Harry was a bit confused before he felt Ron’s hand slip into his lap and begin stroking his cock through his pants. He was startled by Ron’s bold move, since Snape was sitting at his desk not four feet away, but it felt too good to make his friend stop.
He tried not to betray his arousal, keeping his head down and his face neutral, letting Ron unzip his fly quietly and quickly. He hoped Snape wouldn’t look up, though the desk would prevent him from seeing what they were doing. And the he wasn’t capable of caring anymore as Ron’s fingers closed around his hard shaft and began stroking him from root to tip. His breath caught in his throat and he tried not to make a sound.
Ron moved his hand slowly so as not to draw Snape’s attention, but Harry was having trouble not crying out his pleasure. Ron’s fingers were skilled, and they played his arousal like a finely tune instrument. Harry raised his hips slightly, pushing his cock against Ron’s hand. He closed his eyes, his lips slightly open and his breathing shallow.
Ron’s eyes were fixated on Harry’s lips, so he didn’t notice when Snape stood up from his desk and walked toward them. All he saw was his own hand gliding up and down his best friend’s straining member. He did, however, notice when a long, thick cock was shoved into his face, hitting his cheek. He looked up, startled, and saw Snape standing above him, watching him with lust in his eyes.
“You will suck me dry, Mr. Weasley,” he said in his deep, silken voice. Harry’s eyes snapped open in time to see Ron take Snape’s hard shaft into his hand and lick it with his rosy tongue. He watched in fascination as his friend licked and sucked their most hated professor’s thick cock, and suddenly he wanted to do the same.
He removed Ron’s hand from his cock and moved closer. Snape watched as he flicked out his tongue to lick his shaft as Ron sucked its head. Their spit intermingled as they licked up and down their teacher’s cock, their tongues meeting in a frenzy of lust. Snape apparently liked it- his fingers were tangled in their hair, holding tightly.
It wasn’t long before Snape moaned deeply and shot his cum all over their eager faces. Ron and Harry took turns licking the salty liquid off each other’s skin while Snape watched, his erection quickly returning. Snape motioned for Harry to stand up, and when he did so Snape turned him around so he was facing the table, then bent him over it. Harry felt so vulnerable in that position, with his bare ass sticking up into the air, but he liked it too, as his quivering cock could attest to.
Snape took his time opening Ron’s pants and pulling them down, and then began stroking his student’s hard shaft. Ron was moaning in ecstasy, but Snape turned him around so that he faced Harry. Ron looked at their professor questioningly and Snape stroked Harry’s smooth ass cheek, letting his fingers move lightly over his flesh.
“Enter him,” he said commandingly to Ron, who quickly obeyed. He positioned his cock at Harry’s tight hole and pressed into him, making Harry squirm. He was getting ready to pull out for another stroke when he felt Snape’s cock press between his own buttocks. He gasped in pleasure as their teacher wasted no time in plunging his hard length into the young boy’s sweet, hot ass.
Ron was no longer in control of the pace, but Snape was. He moved slowly at first, them sped up the pace, ramming his thick shaft into Ron’s hole as hard as he could. The force of it moved Ron’s hips like a jackhammer, causing his own cock to thrust deep into Harry’s eager body. Harry’s own erection was pressing into the table, and the almost painful pressure of it was agonizingly delightful. He could feel himself rushing towards an orgasm as Ron plowed him. He braced his hands on the table to steady himself, as Ron was doing as well. Snape was holding onto Ron’s hips, driving himself in and out in a furious rhythm.
Snape was in heaven. He’d wondered before what it would be like to have these boys at his mercy, and now he was living that fantasy. Weasley’s hole was tight and hot, it gripped his cock with muscles designed to make him cream himself. He plunged his cock in and out, getting as deep as he possibly could, wondering what Potter’s ass would feel like when he finally fucked him. The thought of having that boy beneath him was enough to send him over the edge, and his hips jerked in one final spasm as his cock shot its sticky cream deep into the redhead’s ass. Ron cried out as well, and he knew the boy was reaching his own climax. He thrust his hips once more, effectively shoving Ron’s pulsing cock further up Harry’s bottom.
Harry was close to an orgasm, but not quite there. Snape pulled out of Ron, and Ron’s cock slipped out of his ass, so he turned around to face them. Snape looked at Harry’s still rock-hard shaft with amusement.
“Finish him, Mr. Weasley,” he murmured, and Ron dropped to his knees, eager to taste Harry’s salty cum. He took Harry into his mouth and sucked long and hard. It was all the stimulation Harry needed and he cried out as he shot his cum into Ron’s mouth. It shot forcefully, and some dripped out the corner of Ron’s mouth. Snape bent down and licked Ron’s mouth clean.
“And that will be another night’s detention,” Snape hissed gleefully.
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