Severus Snape knelt before Harry Potter, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal coursing through his veins. How had he ended up in this position? He was supposed to be a spy for Dumbledore, not on his knees servicing the Boy Who Lived.
Potter grinned down at him, his eyes filled with a perverted and lustful gleam. Snape couldn't help but shudder at the sight, knowing that he had no choice but to obey the young man.
Potter had discovered Snape's secret - that he used to be a Death Eater before switching sides. And now, Potter was using that information to blackmail Snape into doing his bidding. If Snape didn't comply, Potter had made it clear that things would not end well for him.
So here he was, with Potter's hard cock in his mouth, feeling the weight of his shame and humiliation crushing him. Snape closed his eyes and tried to block out the sounds of Potter's moans and the feel of his hands gripping Snape's hair tightly.
"Keep going, Severus," Potter commanded, his voice rough with desire. "You do want to stay on my good side, don't you?"
Snape reluctantly continued his ministrations, moving his head back and forth on Potter's member. He couldn't stop the soft moans that escaped his lips as Potter's hips thrust forward, pushing deeper into his mouth.
Potter pulled Snape up by his hair, his eyes dark with lust. "Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice firm and demanding.
Snape hesitated, unsure if he could go through with this. But the threat of what Potter could do to him if he refused loomed large in his mind. With a heavy heart, Snape complied, spreading his legs for Potter to take what he wanted.
Potter didn't waste any time, pushing Snape onto his back and positioning himself between Snape's legs. Without warning, he slammed into Snape, causing him to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Quiet," Potter growled, his eyes blazing with intensity. "I don't want to hear a peep out of you."
Snape bit his lip, trying to stifle his moans as Potter continued to thrust hard and deep into him. The sensations were overwhelming, and Snape couldn't deny the pleasure that coursed through his body despite the shame he felt.
As Potter pounded into him, Snape couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal. How had he allowed himself to be put in this position? He was a spy, a double agent working for Dumbledore. And yet here he was, at the mercy of a young man who held his secrets in the palm of his hand.
But as much as Snape hated himself for it, he couldn't deny the pleasure that Potter's rough treatment brought him. And as he reached his climax, he couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy, his body shaking with release.
Potter pulled out of him, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Remember, Severus, I hold all the cards. You belong to me now, whether you like it or not."
Snape felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized the truth of Potter's words. He was now at the mercy of the Boy Who Lived, forced to do his bidding no matter how it made him feel. And as he lay there, feeling a sense of shame wash over him, Snape knew that things would never be the same again.
