Originally Posted 1 August 2005
Title: And Think Some More
Author: sholmes87
Pairing: Regulus/Snape
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hoses, Spades, Scarecrows... What more do you need?
Authors Notes: I am, as always grateful to rubytuesday1313 for her splendid beta work. I would also like to thank _emeraldgreen
who constanly delights me with multiple plot bunnies.
When Regulus Black was un-petrified the first thing he realised was that he still couldn’t move. His arms were stretched out and they were very stiff. He also felt scratched all over, but he couldn’t move his head to see what the matter was. The third thing was that there was someone standing in front of him, chuckling. At first, Reg thought it was Sirius, his older brother, and his partner-in-crime, James Potter. They had cornered Reg in the greenhouse and petrified him and then done who-knew-what to him. But it wasn’t Sirius and James. It was Severus Snape, one of Reg’s fellow Slytherins and his brother’s and James’ sworn enemy.
“Severus,” Reg croaked. “Thank goodness you’re here. What’ve they done to me?”
Still laughing Snape replied, “They made you into a scarecrow.” He waved his wand and Regulus could move his head.
“A SCARECROW!” he exclaimed. “Those BASTARDS!” He tugged his arms, trying to move them, but they were still held tight. He turned his head and saw straw sticking out of his sleeves. His throat was being scratched too and Regulus assumed he had straw stuck down his shirt as well.
“Those utter, utter bastards,” he fumed. “Let me down Severus.”
Snape raised one eyebrow and approached Regulus. “That’s a very imperious tone for someone in your position to be using,” he said, menacingly.
Regulus stared at Severus. His normally sallow skin had an odd goldish cast in the bright light of the greenhouse and his hooded eyes were unreadable. Reg began to feel a bit uneasy. After all, he was helpless.
“I wonder when they were planning to let you go.” Snape mused. “Professor Sprout’s gone to that emergency conference on the Spotted-and -Herbaceous Backson and won’t be back until day-after-tomorrow. It would be like Potter and your brother to leave you here until after dinner.” It was only early afternoon on Saturday and Reg had the feeling that Snape was right. Still…. “Let me down Severus. My arms are killing me,” Reg told him.
Snape’s expression hardened. “I do believe that it is customary to ask when one desires a favor,” he almost hissed at Regulus.
Regulus swallowed. “Would you please let me down Severus?” he reluctantly asked in a meek tone.
Snape gave a wide grin. “That’s better,” he said. “Now, let’s see what we’ve got here.” He moved behind Regulus and Reg could feel him poking along his back.
“What’re you doing?” he rasped. He was getting very thirsty.
“I’m trying…” Snape grunted… “to see…” another jab in Reg’s back… “exactly what it is that’s been done to you.” He gave a particularly hard poke just below Regulus’ shoulder blade and he yelped. Snape reappeared in front of him.
“It looks like they somehow stuck one spade through your sleeves and another down your back and fused them together and stuck them in the ground. Then they used one of the hoses to tie your arms, hands and feet to the handles. They’ve put some charms on everything to make it untie-able. I’ve tried a couple of standard unlocking spells but I can’t do anything. I don’t know why they didn’t do the same thing with your head.”
Reg groaned in frustration.
“I could always go ask them what they did and how to undo it. Or I could go get one of the Professors,” Snape told him.
“NO!” Reg shouted. “I’m not going to go crawling to that blood-traitor brother of mine. And I DON”T want one of the Professors. This is personal,” Regulus panted. He was really quite thirsty by now. “Get me some water,” he told Snape.
Snape loomed ominously before him. “I realize,” he said in a silky voice, “that you are used to giving orders and having them obeyed. But I am not one of your house-elves. And if you speak to me in that tone of voice again, I shall simply turn and walk away and leave you to your fate.” His lips set in a thin line.
Regulus looked startled. He believed Snape meant what he said.
“Sorry, Severus,” he panted. “Would you please get me some water?”
Without a backward glance, Snape strode over to one of the sinks and filled a beaker with water. He brought it back. “I don’t suppose you’re one of those people who can dislocate their shoulders whenever they want?” he asked Reg.
“What are you on about?” Reg asked incredulously. “Of course I can’t dislocate my shoulders.”
“Pity,” said Snape as he held the beaker up to Regulus’ mouth for him to drink. “If you could, I might be able to slide the spade enough for you to at least get your arms free.”
“Well, I can’t, so it’s a moot point.” Reg was trying to drink from the beaker as Snape held it for him, but when he bent his head back; it kept banging into the spade handle stuck down his shirt... Snape took hold of his head and moved it to the side, none to gently. “Here,” he said roughly. “Try it this way.”
“You’ll have to tip it up,” Reg told him. “I can’t move enough.”
Snape slid one hand along the back of Reg’s neck and with the other tipped the beaker up so Reg could drink from it. Reg drank greedily. “Thank you,” he said when he was finished. Snape was evidently lost in thought, for he made no reply. Reg shivered. Snape was running his thumb up and down Reg’s neck, apparently without realizing it. It sent tingles running through Reg’s body that settled in the region of his groin and he felt himself beginning to get hard.
Snape set down the beaker. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go get someone?” he asked. “Your arms must be getting terribly sore.”
His arms were getting sore, but Reg was heedless of that now. All he wanted was to feel Snape’s hands touching him again.
“Could you move my head back please?” Reg asked in what he hoped was a casual voice. “I’m getting cramp.”
Snape gave an exasperated snort. “I’m not going to stay here all afternoon to coddle you,” he told Reg. “Sooner or later I’m going to have to go get someone. Anyone.”
But he moved back and began to turn Reg’s head back and forth, holding on to the sides of his face.
“We’ll think of something soon,” Reg was trying very hard to stifle his rapidly increasing breathing.
Snape gave another snort. “I hope so, for your sake,” he said. Reg suppressed a groan. Just touching him like this, Snape’s hands felt so good. Regulus wondered why he had never noticed how elegant they were, with long thin fingers. Snape had appeared distracted, but now he focused on Reg, noticing his flushed face and rapid breathing.
“Why Regulus,” he murmured delightedly, “I do believe you’re actually enjoying yourself.”
Reg could only nod, desperately, hoping Snape wouldn’t stop.
“This is an interesting development.” Snape seemed inordinately pleased. He look at Reg’s flushed face for a long moment. Abruptly, Snape grabbed Reg’s face and kissed him hard, forcing his tongue deep into Reg’s mouth. Reg moaned with pleasure and sucked on Snape’s tongue. Snape drew back, biting Reg’s lip not quite hard enough to draw blood. Reg was gasping and he could feel the strain on his clothes as his cock grew harder.
“Yes, very interesting indeed,” Snape drawled. “I can’t get your arms free, but I can do this.” And he ran his wand down Reg’s shirt, vanishing his buttons. The shirt fell open, straw spilling on the floor. Snape rubbed his hands appreciatively up and down Reg’s chest, and Reg was whimpering now. This felt so marvelous. He couldn’t believe how hard he had gotten, tied up and at Snape’s mercy.
Snape continued to rub Reg’s chest with his hands, brushing bits of straw off of him. His eyes glowing, he pinched Reg’s nipples hard. Reg’s gasped, his face flushing further. “Do you like it when I hurt you?” Snape purred in his ear. Reg found that he did like it very much indeed.
“Yes!” Reg gasped, fervently. “Please don’t stop,” he begged.
“Well, your manners certainly improve when you really want something,” Snape observed. He nipped at Reg’s earlobe and bit and sucked his way down Reg’s neck, pulling the skin between his teeth. Reg made a keening noise in the back of his throat. He twisted and squirmed as best he could manage.
“I never thought I’d see a scion of the noble house of Black begging for anything, let alone this.” Snape was very pleased. He returned to Reg’s chest and resumed rubbing, running his fingernails along the edges of Reg’s nipples just hard enough to leave a mark.
Reg didn’t reply. His mind was reeling with the wonderful sensations coursing through his body. Besides, he’d already heard all the rumours about his family many times. He had never paid any attention before, and he wasn’t about to start now!
Snape tilted his head and began kissing Reg’s chest, pulling at his nipples with his teeth until Reg writhed with the sensation. Snape continued, kissing his way down Reg’s belly, biting at the skin around his navel. Reg was thrashing and moaning it felt so wonderful.
“You are a dirty little boy, aren’t you?” Snape gloated, looking at Reg. “Yes, just a dirty little slut-boy who likes being tied up.” Reg stared at him.
“Yes,” Reg panted in agreement.” Just a filthy whore who loves what you’re doing to him.” Talking like this made him harder than ever and Reg was afraid he was going to come all too soon and end this glorious moment.
Snape seemed to sense Reg’s concern, for he dropped his hands to the front of Reg’s trousers and began rubbing his throbbing hard-on through his clothes.
“Like that, do you?” Snape asked in a whisper.
“Oh God, yes! Please, please don’t stop!” Reg was pleading now.
Snape reached his hand down the front of Reg’s pants, caressing Reg’s cock. “Oh, we’re definitely going to have to do something about this,” Snape said, still rubbing. He undid Reg’s flies and slid his trousers down, struggling a little with the spade handle stuck down Reg’s back. They wouldn’t go much past his knees, but it was far enough. Snape continued rubbing Reg’s shaft, circling the engorged head with his thumb nail.
“Oh my yes,” Snape growled, “just a slutty little whore who wants me to suck his cock.”
“Yes,” Reg pleaded. “Please Severus, suck my cock!” Snape tipped his head back and looked at Reg through slitted eyes. He knelt, and licked the very tip of Reg’s cock. Little feathery licks over just the tip.
Reg twisted and tried to thrust deeper into Snape’s mouth, but he couldn’t, tied up as he was.
“Oh, no, little whore,” Snape informed him. “This is my show. This game’s being played by MY rules.” And he continued to lightly lick just the very tip of Reg’s pulsing member, driving Reg mad with desire.
Reg was writhing and moaning, begging Severus to take him deeper and to suck him hard and fast. His cock was absolutely rigid now.
“My little whore likes that, does he?” Snape face was flushed now as he teased Reg with his words, rubbing Reg’s cock all the while. “He’s a hot little slut. Just dying to fuck someone’s mouth with his cock.” Never stopping his stroking, Snape rose to whisper in Reg’s ear again. “You look so delicious, hanging there moaning like that. I just can’t wait to take you deep in my mouth, to pump you in and out until you beg me to let you come.” He bit Reg’s earlobe again, stroking faster. Reg was almost inarticulate now
“Yes, please,” he implored Snape. “I want to feel my cock in you mouth. I want you to suck me ‘til I explode. Please Severus; let me come in your mouth.”
With a leer, Snape once again knelt in front of Reg. He wrapped his lips around Reg’s pounding organ. Slowly, when he had Reg as far as he could go, he began to move back and forth, sliding up and down Reg’s shaft...
Regulus was almost hyperventilating now, and if he tipped his head just a bit, he could watch his cock being swallowed by Snape’s lapping mouth. The sight finally drove him over the edge, and with a strangled cry, he erupted, sending a massive load of come down Snape’s throat. Snape continued to suck until Reg was spent.
Snape rose to his feet and looked into Regulus’ eyes. “Did you like that?” he whispered. “Did you like fucking my mouth with your cock?”
Reg could only nod, exhausted.
“Well, my little slut-toy, I’m not done playing with you yet.” And he grabbed Regulus’ hair and yanked his head back. “I’m not done with you by a long shot.” He kissed Reg’s face and neck ferociously, biting and sucking. His hands were twined in Reg’s hair, pulling just hard enough to hurt.
“Do you know how hard you make me, all tied up and helpless like that?” Snape panted in his ear. He ground his hips against Reg’s and Reg could feel Snape’s stone-hard cock, still hampered by his clothes, rubbing against his own. Reg began to respond again to Snape’s words, and if he hadn’t just done so, he would have been coming all over himself. Snape was amused by his reaction. His face was still flushed and Reg was hypnotized by the predatory gleam in his eye.
“Oh, my little whore,” Snape murmured, “I can’t wait to play with you some more.” He moved around in back of Reg and he could hear Snape fumbling with his clothes. Reg was quivering with anticipation about what Snape was going to do.
Suddenly, Snape’s fingernails dug sharply into Reg’s hip bones, eliciting an excited gasp. Snape pulled his arse over and Reg felt the head of Snape’s cock pressing between his cheeks.
“I’m going to ream you, my lovely little slut,” Snape’s told Reg, his voice harsh with lust.
“You’ll love that, won’t you, dirty little scarecrow that you are.”
“Yes,” Reg breathed, his voice throbbing with eagerness. “Fuck my arse with your cock. “Do it hard! Make me scream!” Snape pushed the head of his cock into Reg’s arsehole and Reg tensed.
“Relax,” Snape commanded. “Just relax and enjoy.”
Reg was twitching with excitement as Snape pushed his cock deeper inside of him. He gave a grunt as Snape hit home and began to move in and out, slowly at first then faster. Reg was staggered by how much he was enjoying this. Snape was panting, telling him how hot and tight he was. It felt like his cock was still growing, even buried inside Reg.
Pumping harder now, Snape continued to move in and out, gasping and panting.
“Oh, you’re so hot and tight!” he exclaimed, moving at an ever more frenzied rate. Suddenly, he stiffened and Reg could feel the hot spurting as Snape’s come gushed into him. Snape sagged over his back, heaving to catch his breath.
“God! You’re so hot!” Snape gasped in Reg’s ear. “A hot lovely, dirty little boy! And you’re mine! Say you’re mine or I won’t let you down!”
“Let me..?” Reg was confused. “You mean…all along you…..” his voice trailed off.
Snape stood in front of Reg now, adjusting his clothes.
“Well, not at first”. Snape said, offhandedly. “I didn’t think your brother or Potter would do anything to you that you couldn’t get out of eventually.” He gave Regulus a very candid look. “I just couldn’t resist you, looking helpless like that. And don’t even try to tell me you didn’t enjoy it. I KNOW you did. And so did I.”
Reg was flabbergasted, but he couldn’t deny that Snape was right. He took a deep breath. “All right, Severus, I’m yours. He gave a Snape a defiant look as if daring him to deny anything.
Snape waved his wand and the hoses around Reg’s wrists untied themselves. Reg slithered out of his shirt and tumbled to the floor of the greenhouse. His whole body was trembling. Reg stood up, stumbling as he tried to do up his trousers and remove the spade from them simultaneously. Snape eyed him warily as Reg tried to restore circulation to various other body parts. Reg stared back at him. He walked over to Snape, expecting him to retreat, but he held his ground.
Reg grabbed for Snape’s robes and pulled him close. “Next time, Serverus, let’s try something other than hoses, yeah?” Reg nipped Snape’s earlobe and cocked a cheeky eyebrow.
Snape gave a small smile, nodded and departed, Reg staring after him in wonder.
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xellas
2005-10-18 02:26 pm (local) (link) Select
Oooooh - naughty! Reg makes the cutest damn scarecrow ever. ^___^
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sholmes87
2005-10-18 11:47 pm (local) (link) Select
He does, doesn't he?
The idea of Reg tied up and helpless...*swoons*
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Author: sholmes87
Pairing: Regulus/Snape
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hoses, Spades, Scarecrows... What more do you need?
Authors Notes: I am, as always grateful to rubytuesday1313 for her splendid beta work. I would also like to thank _emeraldgreen
who constanly delights me with multiple plot bunnies.
When Regulus Black was un-petrified the first thing he realised was that he still couldn’t move. His arms were stretched out and they were very stiff. He also felt scratched all over, but he couldn’t move his head to see what the matter was. The third thing was that there was someone standing in front of him, chuckling. At first, Reg thought it was Sirius, his older brother, and his partner-in-crime, James Potter. They had cornered Reg in the greenhouse and petrified him and then done who-knew-what to him. But it wasn’t Sirius and James. It was Severus Snape, one of Reg’s fellow Slytherins and his brother’s and James’ sworn enemy.
“Severus,” Reg croaked. “Thank goodness you’re here. What’ve they done to me?”
Still laughing Snape replied, “They made you into a scarecrow.” He waved his wand and Regulus could move his head.
“A SCARECROW!” he exclaimed. “Those BASTARDS!” He tugged his arms, trying to move them, but they were still held tight. He turned his head and saw straw sticking out of his sleeves. His throat was being scratched too and Regulus assumed he had straw stuck down his shirt as well.
“Those utter, utter bastards,” he fumed. “Let me down Severus.”
Snape raised one eyebrow and approached Regulus. “That’s a very imperious tone for someone in your position to be using,” he said, menacingly.
Regulus stared at Severus. His normally sallow skin had an odd goldish cast in the bright light of the greenhouse and his hooded eyes were unreadable. Reg began to feel a bit uneasy. After all, he was helpless.
“I wonder when they were planning to let you go.” Snape mused. “Professor Sprout’s gone to that emergency conference on the Spotted-and -Herbaceous Backson and won’t be back until day-after-tomorrow. It would be like Potter and your brother to leave you here until after dinner.” It was only early afternoon on Saturday and Reg had the feeling that Snape was right. Still…. “Let me down Severus. My arms are killing me,” Reg told him.
Snape’s expression hardened. “I do believe that it is customary to ask when one desires a favor,” he almost hissed at Regulus.
Regulus swallowed. “Would you please let me down Severus?” he reluctantly asked in a meek tone.
Snape gave a wide grin. “That’s better,” he said. “Now, let’s see what we’ve got here.” He moved behind Regulus and Reg could feel him poking along his back.
“What’re you doing?” he rasped. He was getting very thirsty.
“I’m trying…” Snape grunted… “to see…” another jab in Reg’s back… “exactly what it is that’s been done to you.” He gave a particularly hard poke just below Regulus’ shoulder blade and he yelped. Snape reappeared in front of him.
“It looks like they somehow stuck one spade through your sleeves and another down your back and fused them together and stuck them in the ground. Then they used one of the hoses to tie your arms, hands and feet to the handles. They’ve put some charms on everything to make it untie-able. I’ve tried a couple of standard unlocking spells but I can’t do anything. I don’t know why they didn’t do the same thing with your head.”
Reg groaned in frustration.
“I could always go ask them what they did and how to undo it. Or I could go get one of the Professors,” Snape told him.
“NO!” Reg shouted. “I’m not going to go crawling to that blood-traitor brother of mine. And I DON”T want one of the Professors. This is personal,” Regulus panted. He was really quite thirsty by now. “Get me some water,” he told Snape.
Snape loomed ominously before him. “I realize,” he said in a silky voice, “that you are used to giving orders and having them obeyed. But I am not one of your house-elves. And if you speak to me in that tone of voice again, I shall simply turn and walk away and leave you to your fate.” His lips set in a thin line.
Regulus looked startled. He believed Snape meant what he said.
“Sorry, Severus,” he panted. “Would you please get me some water?”
Without a backward glance, Snape strode over to one of the sinks and filled a beaker with water. He brought it back. “I don’t suppose you’re one of those people who can dislocate their shoulders whenever they want?” he asked Reg.
“What are you on about?” Reg asked incredulously. “Of course I can’t dislocate my shoulders.”
“Pity,” said Snape as he held the beaker up to Regulus’ mouth for him to drink. “If you could, I might be able to slide the spade enough for you to at least get your arms free.”
“Well, I can’t, so it’s a moot point.” Reg was trying to drink from the beaker as Snape held it for him, but when he bent his head back; it kept banging into the spade handle stuck down his shirt... Snape took hold of his head and moved it to the side, none to gently. “Here,” he said roughly. “Try it this way.”
“You’ll have to tip it up,” Reg told him. “I can’t move enough.”
Snape slid one hand along the back of Reg’s neck and with the other tipped the beaker up so Reg could drink from it. Reg drank greedily. “Thank you,” he said when he was finished. Snape was evidently lost in thought, for he made no reply. Reg shivered. Snape was running his thumb up and down Reg’s neck, apparently without realizing it. It sent tingles running through Reg’s body that settled in the region of his groin and he felt himself beginning to get hard.
Snape set down the beaker. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go get someone?” he asked. “Your arms must be getting terribly sore.”
His arms were getting sore, but Reg was heedless of that now. All he wanted was to feel Snape’s hands touching him again.
“Could you move my head back please?” Reg asked in what he hoped was a casual voice. “I’m getting cramp.”
Snape gave an exasperated snort. “I’m not going to stay here all afternoon to coddle you,” he told Reg. “Sooner or later I’m going to have to go get someone. Anyone.”
But he moved back and began to turn Reg’s head back and forth, holding on to the sides of his face.
“We’ll think of something soon,” Reg was trying very hard to stifle his rapidly increasing breathing.
Snape gave another snort. “I hope so, for your sake,” he said. Reg suppressed a groan. Just touching him like this, Snape’s hands felt so good. Regulus wondered why he had never noticed how elegant they were, with long thin fingers. Snape had appeared distracted, but now he focused on Reg, noticing his flushed face and rapid breathing.
“Why Regulus,” he murmured delightedly, “I do believe you’re actually enjoying yourself.”
Reg could only nod, desperately, hoping Snape wouldn’t stop.
“This is an interesting development.” Snape seemed inordinately pleased. He look at Reg’s flushed face for a long moment. Abruptly, Snape grabbed Reg’s face and kissed him hard, forcing his tongue deep into Reg’s mouth. Reg moaned with pleasure and sucked on Snape’s tongue. Snape drew back, biting Reg’s lip not quite hard enough to draw blood. Reg was gasping and he could feel the strain on his clothes as his cock grew harder.
“Yes, very interesting indeed,” Snape drawled. “I can’t get your arms free, but I can do this.” And he ran his wand down Reg’s shirt, vanishing his buttons. The shirt fell open, straw spilling on the floor. Snape rubbed his hands appreciatively up and down Reg’s chest, and Reg was whimpering now. This felt so marvelous. He couldn’t believe how hard he had gotten, tied up and at Snape’s mercy.
Snape continued to rub Reg’s chest with his hands, brushing bits of straw off of him. His eyes glowing, he pinched Reg’s nipples hard. Reg’s gasped, his face flushing further. “Do you like it when I hurt you?” Snape purred in his ear. Reg found that he did like it very much indeed.
“Yes!” Reg gasped, fervently. “Please don’t stop,” he begged.
“Well, your manners certainly improve when you really want something,” Snape observed. He nipped at Reg’s earlobe and bit and sucked his way down Reg’s neck, pulling the skin between his teeth. Reg made a keening noise in the back of his throat. He twisted and squirmed as best he could manage.
“I never thought I’d see a scion of the noble house of Black begging for anything, let alone this.” Snape was very pleased. He returned to Reg’s chest and resumed rubbing, running his fingernails along the edges of Reg’s nipples just hard enough to leave a mark.
Reg didn’t reply. His mind was reeling with the wonderful sensations coursing through his body. Besides, he’d already heard all the rumours about his family many times. He had never paid any attention before, and he wasn’t about to start now!
Snape tilted his head and began kissing Reg’s chest, pulling at his nipples with his teeth until Reg writhed with the sensation. Snape continued, kissing his way down Reg’s belly, biting at the skin around his navel. Reg was thrashing and moaning it felt so wonderful.
“You are a dirty little boy, aren’t you?” Snape gloated, looking at Reg. “Yes, just a dirty little slut-boy who likes being tied up.” Reg stared at him.
“Yes,” Reg panted in agreement.” Just a filthy whore who loves what you’re doing to him.” Talking like this made him harder than ever and Reg was afraid he was going to come all too soon and end this glorious moment.
Snape seemed to sense Reg’s concern, for he dropped his hands to the front of Reg’s trousers and began rubbing his throbbing hard-on through his clothes.
“Like that, do you?” Snape asked in a whisper.
“Oh God, yes! Please, please don’t stop!” Reg was pleading now.
Snape reached his hand down the front of Reg’s pants, caressing Reg’s cock. “Oh, we’re definitely going to have to do something about this,” Snape said, still rubbing. He undid Reg’s flies and slid his trousers down, struggling a little with the spade handle stuck down Reg’s back. They wouldn’t go much past his knees, but it was far enough. Snape continued rubbing Reg’s shaft, circling the engorged head with his thumb nail.
“Oh my yes,” Snape growled, “just a slutty little whore who wants me to suck his cock.”
“Yes,” Reg pleaded. “Please Severus, suck my cock!” Snape tipped his head back and looked at Reg through slitted eyes. He knelt, and licked the very tip of Reg’s cock. Little feathery licks over just the tip.
Reg twisted and tried to thrust deeper into Snape’s mouth, but he couldn’t, tied up as he was.
“Oh, no, little whore,” Snape informed him. “This is my show. This game’s being played by MY rules.” And he continued to lightly lick just the very tip of Reg’s pulsing member, driving Reg mad with desire.
Reg was writhing and moaning, begging Severus to take him deeper and to suck him hard and fast. His cock was absolutely rigid now.
“My little whore likes that, does he?” Snape face was flushed now as he teased Reg with his words, rubbing Reg’s cock all the while. “He’s a hot little slut. Just dying to fuck someone’s mouth with his cock.” Never stopping his stroking, Snape rose to whisper in Reg’s ear again. “You look so delicious, hanging there moaning like that. I just can’t wait to take you deep in my mouth, to pump you in and out until you beg me to let you come.” He bit Reg’s earlobe again, stroking faster. Reg was almost inarticulate now
“Yes, please,” he implored Snape. “I want to feel my cock in you mouth. I want you to suck me ‘til I explode. Please Severus; let me come in your mouth.”
With a leer, Snape once again knelt in front of Reg. He wrapped his lips around Reg’s pounding organ. Slowly, when he had Reg as far as he could go, he began to move back and forth, sliding up and down Reg’s shaft...
Regulus was almost hyperventilating now, and if he tipped his head just a bit, he could watch his cock being swallowed by Snape’s lapping mouth. The sight finally drove him over the edge, and with a strangled cry, he erupted, sending a massive load of come down Snape’s throat. Snape continued to suck until Reg was spent.
Snape rose to his feet and looked into Regulus’ eyes. “Did you like that?” he whispered. “Did you like fucking my mouth with your cock?”
Reg could only nod, exhausted.
“Well, my little slut-toy, I’m not done playing with you yet.” And he grabbed Regulus’ hair and yanked his head back. “I’m not done with you by a long shot.” He kissed Reg’s face and neck ferociously, biting and sucking. His hands were twined in Reg’s hair, pulling just hard enough to hurt.
“Do you know how hard you make me, all tied up and helpless like that?” Snape panted in his ear. He ground his hips against Reg’s and Reg could feel Snape’s stone-hard cock, still hampered by his clothes, rubbing against his own. Reg began to respond again to Snape’s words, and if he hadn’t just done so, he would have been coming all over himself. Snape was amused by his reaction. His face was still flushed and Reg was hypnotized by the predatory gleam in his eye.
“Oh, my little whore,” Snape murmured, “I can’t wait to play with you some more.” He moved around in back of Reg and he could hear Snape fumbling with his clothes. Reg was quivering with anticipation about what Snape was going to do.
Suddenly, Snape’s fingernails dug sharply into Reg’s hip bones, eliciting an excited gasp. Snape pulled his arse over and Reg felt the head of Snape’s cock pressing between his cheeks.
“I’m going to ream you, my lovely little slut,” Snape’s told Reg, his voice harsh with lust.
“You’ll love that, won’t you, dirty little scarecrow that you are.”
“Yes,” Reg breathed, his voice throbbing with eagerness. “Fuck my arse with your cock. “Do it hard! Make me scream!” Snape pushed the head of his cock into Reg’s arsehole and Reg tensed.
“Relax,” Snape commanded. “Just relax and enjoy.”
Reg was twitching with excitement as Snape pushed his cock deeper inside of him. He gave a grunt as Snape hit home and began to move in and out, slowly at first then faster. Reg was staggered by how much he was enjoying this. Snape was panting, telling him how hot and tight he was. It felt like his cock was still growing, even buried inside Reg.
Pumping harder now, Snape continued to move in and out, gasping and panting.
“Oh, you’re so hot and tight!” he exclaimed, moving at an ever more frenzied rate. Suddenly, he stiffened and Reg could feel the hot spurting as Snape’s come gushed into him. Snape sagged over his back, heaving to catch his breath.
“God! You’re so hot!” Snape gasped in Reg’s ear. “A hot lovely, dirty little boy! And you’re mine! Say you’re mine or I won’t let you down!”
“Let me..?” Reg was confused. “You mean…all along you…..” his voice trailed off.
Snape stood in front of Reg now, adjusting his clothes.
“Well, not at first”. Snape said, offhandedly. “I didn’t think your brother or Potter would do anything to you that you couldn’t get out of eventually.” He gave Regulus a very candid look. “I just couldn’t resist you, looking helpless like that. And don’t even try to tell me you didn’t enjoy it. I KNOW you did. And so did I.”
Reg was flabbergasted, but he couldn’t deny that Snape was right. He took a deep breath. “All right, Severus, I’m yours. He gave a Snape a defiant look as if daring him to deny anything.
Snape waved his wand and the hoses around Reg’s wrists untied themselves. Reg slithered out of his shirt and tumbled to the floor of the greenhouse. His whole body was trembling. Reg stood up, stumbling as he tried to do up his trousers and remove the spade from them simultaneously. Snape eyed him warily as Reg tried to restore circulation to various other body parts. Reg stared back at him. He walked over to Snape, expecting him to retreat, but he held his ground.
Reg grabbed for Snape’s robes and pulled him close. “Next time, Serverus, let’s try something other than hoses, yeah?” Reg nipped Snape’s earlobe and cocked a cheeky eyebrow.
Snape gave a small smile, nodded and departed, Reg staring after him in wonder.
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xellas
2005-10-18 02:26 pm (local) (link) Select
Oooooh - naughty! Reg makes the cutest damn scarecrow ever. ^___^
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sholmes87
2005-10-18 11:47 pm (local) (link) Select
He does, doesn't he?
The idea of Reg tied up and helpless...*swoons*
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