The Professor, Severus Snape

Please

pov: male oc

The clock on the wall ticks at an incredibly agonizing pace. Kids shift anxiously in their seats, passing notes, whispering among their peers, but Snape's attention seems to be trained on one student in particular.

Will Carey. The target of his frustrations lately and to say that the boy was obedient would be an understatement. He accepted anything, really anything Severus did to him. No matter how many times he edged him to the point of tears, or the times he choked him so hard he thought the boy had passed out, let alone the endless amounts of marks and bruises that decorated his pale body from the multiple times the two would sneak off to an unused classroom after dark, Will would always come back for more.

In a sense, Snaps felt kinda bad for the kid, but that thought wasn't important right now.
In the very back of his classroom, sat a very   flushed and embarrassed Will fidgeting and squirming in his seat trying his absolute hardest not to cum all over his uniform.

Severus licked his lips in delight at the sight.
"Okay class" he stated, getting up out of his desk opting to walk around the classroom instead. "Turn to page 394 and volunteer yourself to tell me the difference between an animagus and a werewolf."

Hours prior to their final lesson of the day, Snape had lured Will to his private room, one of their reoccurring meeting places, and successfully, after many soft kisses and sweet nothings whispered in his students ear convinced the boy to let him put a vibrator up his ass and control it throughout class.

And now, even a blind person could see the sheen of sweat that coated the boys skin, or the flush of his cheeks. Even when bitting down on his own lip hard enough to draw blood, low whimpers could still be heard every now and then.

Every time the two of them made eye contact, Snape would only turn the vibrations higher and Will could feel himself grow harder. The pure humiliation of students giving him weird side looks and stares didn't help the situation either. He found himself achingly hard as the class carried on and he realized that any normal person in his situation would be mortified at the idea of people seeing him like this, of his professor seeing him like this, but it only turned him on more.

Will Carey, pureblood, straight As, perfect attendance. yet the student loved nothing more than to be used and humiliated like he was a useless slut.

Silence ensued in the class as Snape walked around from desk to desk waiting for someone to volunteer, his eyes teetering between the book in his right hand and the squirming Will. A solemn sigh left his lips.

"If no one volunteers then I will have to pick a student at random." Silence, again .

"Okay then. Will Carey please stand up and explain to the class the differences between an animagus and a werewolf."

He looked up from his own copy only to be met with pleading green eyes. Will seemed to shiver when their eyes met and his lips parted slightly in an attempt to beg his professor not to not call on him. Snape simply shook his head and motioned with his finger for him to hurry and stand in order to start reading.

After a few moments of heated eye contact Will muttered a pathetic "Yes Professer". His legs shook violently as he stood and he could feel the heat of his peers eyes on his body. The room felt like it was on fire. His vision was a little dizzy from the unwavering vibration that never seemed to stop hitting his prostate.

"Well, hurry up Mr. Carey, we don't have all day here. People have things to do." Snape teased.

The comment caused a few students to snicker in amusement and Carey crossed his legs discreetly, trying his best to ignore the heat pooling in his stomach.