John Snape of HP

Snape felt he couldn't ignore the feeling in his chest now.

He couldn't concentrate on breaking free of the rope - all he wanted to do now was to puff out his chest and let the pleasure-struck two points rub against his shirt or the rope more.

His cheeks were flushed, and his breathing became uncontrollable.Some sweaty black hair hangs down the sides.

He wants more.

No - what he wants to do is not to indulge in desire/desire, but to get out of trouble.

Snape performed Occlumency with difficulty.

A few seconds later, his black eyes finally turned from blurry to hollow.

Snape's breathing became evener... sanity returned to him.

"Is this what John wants to see?" He pursed his lips with lingering fear.

Although the expression had returned to a stern and serious expression, Snape's pale cheeks were still stained with two blushes, which did not fade away.

——Snape didn't know that his contrasting appearance was even more alluring.

He felt that he should change the way - to store energy for a longer time, and then struggle less often.This will make it easier to get caught up in those unbearable feelings.

Snape raised his waist slowly and little by little, and gradually adjusted and fixed his body into an anti-bow arc as much as possible—he vowed to exercise his body well after he got out of trouble, so that his limbs would not be stiff like in the current situation, It's just too tough!

He drooped his neck back weakly, his black hair brushed across his face and fell all over his shoulders.

But Snape didn't care, he just concentrated on clenching his fists, twisting his wrists, trying to break free.Even the supporting legs and shoulders were overwhelmed and became sore.

I'm running out of strength again——

Snape sighed silently, relaxed his whole body, and let himself fall back on the bed weakly.

"Uh——!" Before the lips and teeth could close in time, Snape let out a startle/gasp from his throat uncontrollably.

He almost forgot that there was something stuffed behind him!One... a long, thick stick.

Just now he let himself fall back on the bed, just hit the thing, pushed the stick inside, and suddenly entered a deeper place.

——that went straight to a sensitive spot.

An intense pleasure like a storm suddenly hit him from the depths of his body, and he couldn't help reacting just this once.

But those thin ropes were loyally wrapped around where they should be, pulling and restraining him, neither letting him hang down nor lifting him, and maintaining it halfway.

Fortunately, Snape only had some reactions now, and his desire/desire was not fully awakened.He could barely bear this level, but if it was more, he couldn't imagine how much pain he would suffer.

Snape dared not move again.

He felt that the most important task now had to be changed—he needed to take out the toy at the back first.

Snape slowly turned a small part of his body, trying his best to pretend that the burst of pleasure/sensation in front of him did not exist.He tried to curl his legs up again, this time to bring his hands closer to his hips.

— Well, he is now thankful that his hands are tied under his waist instead of on top of his head, which provides him with convenience.

Snape tensed his face in shame, turned his fingers to prop up his back, closed his eyes unbearably, and tried to take out the thing with the other hand.

But—he couldn't take it out.

Snape was desperately aware of this fact.

Unless he—— is expelled by the body.

Snape clenched his fists so hard that his nails dug deep into his palm.The piercing pain stimulated his nerves, so that he would not be so angry that he would blow himself up.

"John Snape, if I see you - I promise you will die!" Snape's eyes flashed cold hatred.

He closed his eyes and contracted his body hard, trying to squeeze the thing out.

Something must have been painted on that thick thing - for lubrication.The evidence is that after Snape exerted force, the rod slid inward instead.

He lay stiff on the bed, a dangerous premonition crossed his mind.

Snape moved slightly, trying to change his sideways position back to lying upright, and the stick was shaken—immediately it hit the deep place again.His chest also trembled, and the rope and shirt rubbed against two red beans again.

Snape immediately bit his lip in pain.

The strong pleasure/sensation is too sweet, his desire/desire has been fully awakened, but he can only bend over unwillingly being entangled by the string.

...he really couldn't take it anymore.

Snape thought in a daze.

He doesn't want to run Occlumency at all right now, doesn't want to think about whether the rope can be untied, whether the things can be taken out.Will passers-by outside the window see him like this.

He just wanted to puff up his chest and rub those two red beans more.He wanted to prop up his body and fall down again, letting the stick slam into the place deep in his body.He wanted to untie the string and stand upright.He wanted that place to be stroked.He wants to pile up all the little pleasure/feelings.He wanted to rub his sensitive body against the soft sheets.

The blush on Snape's face grew more and more, but he still didn't dare to let his sanity collapse completely, and only dared to ask for it little by little cautiously.

He bent his knees, and the rope immediately tugged at his lower body, grinding his upright.He propped up his body and fell down.The thing lived up to expectations and hit hard where he wanted it.

Snape groaned.

He was happier, but also more miserable.

Snape began to prop up his body slightly, and fell back onto the bed again and again, allowing the stick to slam deep into his body.The rope on his chest and the rope under his body rubbed against those sensitive places over and over with his movements.

Wave after wave of continuous pleasure/sensation hit him, and he lifted his neck weakly, revealing a gracefully curved chin and Adam's apple, and his slightly damp black hair was piled on his shoulders.Snape's lips were partly parted, his eyes were confused and full of pleasure.

There was already a bulge on the trousers between his legs, but the cruel strings still bound him tightly.But when he moved those ropes would rub against the already extremely sensitive place.

Even though it was tightly bound, a little liquid had flowed from that poor top, leaving a wet mark on his trousers.

——I can’t even touch it, and I can’t untie it.Extreme pleasure mixed with extreme pain.

His hands were struggling under his body in pain, and his body trembled slightly.

Tears also welled up in Snape's dark eyes.

...This is really the ultimate torture in the world.

Even if he used to be a strong-willed double-faced spy/a master fighter who survived to the decisive battle in the flames of war, he would not be able to bear such punishment/punishment.

Snape didn't feel like cursing anything now.He just wanted John to come and untie his rope, caress his whole body, and help him release it with those gentle and flexible lips.

"John..." he whispered weakly.

He wasn't sure that he would cry if he endured for another second or two.He didn't know if he was crying now or not.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, and then the door was suddenly pushed open——

Snape's blood ran cold with terror.

John's familiar face appeared from behind the door.

He smiled and asked, "Severus? Are you looking for me?"

Snape didn't have the strength to scold John anymore.His throat expressed urgency before his reason:

"Come—help me."

At this time, he found that it was not difficult at all to say this sentence.

"As ordered."

John smiled.

He obediently climbed onto the big bed, knelt between Snape's legs, and stroked the man's whole body.

——Snape's expression was no longer calm, and his eyes were no longer indifferent.He was tied to the bed with a tight rope and couldn't move, his skin was flushed, his whole body was weak, his black eyes were burning with desire/fire, and he was looking over eagerly.That look was damn sexy.

John's goal was achieved.

He immediately stretched his hand into the shirt and rubbed the hard granules that had become red and swollen, and with the other hand, he held the bulging lump between the man's legs and rubbed it roughly.

Snape groaned uncontrollably.

"Quick - untie - untie it -" he said in a broken voice out of tune.

John smiled reassuringly at him, and deftly pulled down the zipper of his trousers, and took off his soaked underwear.

He leaned down, sucked the already hard part that was still tightly bound by the string, and licked/fucked lightly.

Snape closed his eyes tightly and let out an unbearable whimper.

John had never seen Snape so weak, so completely under his control.

His expression became gentle, and with a movement of his fingertips, all the translucent gray and white ropes disappeared.

Snape lost his support suddenly and fell onto the bed.

The stick slammed into the depths of his body again, and finally lost the restraint in front of him——John took the opportunity to suck hard.

Snape let out a gasp of pain and comfort—his body jerked violently.

He fell on the pillow, his body was covered with sweat, his eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, and he was immersed in the embers of joy motionless.

John barely had time to swallow, but swallowed it all with difficulty.

He raised his head, looked at Snape's dazed look, and couldn't help leaning over to kiss the man's lips tenderly.

"how do you feel?"

"Very good - so good that I wish you could do it again," Snape replied feebly.

John shrugged with lingering fear, noncommittal.

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