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  Relationship:
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      Other(s)
  Character:
      Neville_Longbottom, Seamus_Finnigan, Dean_Thomas
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      Published: 2009-04-13 Completed: 2010-03-05 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 10785
****** After Lights Out ******
by Dracos slut [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     After his defeat of Voldemort, Harry finds he has a new purpose in
     life. One that his roommates are only too happy to help him fulfill.
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
     reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its
     works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I
     e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but
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***** Chapter One *****
“Ron, please. I need…”
Harry Potter, Defeater of Voldemort, and most powerful wizard of the age,
crouched, naked, on all fours, on his bed in Gryffindor Tower. A fine sheen of
sweat glistened on his olive-toned skin, which was lit only by the soft glow of
flickering torch flames.
Ron Weasley, best friend and long-time sidekick of the Boy Who Lived, knelt
between his friend’s legs, wearing nothing more than a lust-filled expression
on his boyish face.
“You need what, Harry?” he demanded, teasingly running his erection along the
cleft of his best friend’s arse.
Harry pushed back against that delicious sensation, desperate for Ron to slide
into his already loosened hole. A sharp slap on his buttocks caused him to
whimper. “Please. I need you in me. Now.”
Ron chuckled throatily. “Of course you do,” he agreed, pressing the tip of his
cock to Harry’s hole. “You always need to be filled. What would the wizarding
world say if they knew their Saviour was nothing but a cock hungry whore?”
Those words caused a moan of pure desire to spill from Harry’s mouth, just as
Ron had known they would.
“Don’t care,” Harry grunted. “Just fuck me, please.”
Ron laughed again. He suspected that Harry’s words were true. That he wouldn’t
care who knew, just so long as he was being fucked on a regular basis.
Their ‘relationship’, such as it was, had started following Harry’s defeat of
Voldemort. During drunken celebrations, one thing had led to another, and while
other party goers were watching the twins’ firework display, Ron had been back
in Gryffindor Tower, burying his cock down his best friend’s throat.
Since that night, Harry had been a bloody revelation. Ron had never really
considered boys in that way before, but the wet suction of Harry’s mouth, and
the sight of his best friend’s swollen lips stretched round his hard shaft, had
been enough to convince Ron that this was what he wanted.
And it wasn’t just the sex that Harry got off on. Ron was stunned, and turned
on endlessly by the number of Harry’s kinks that made themselves known.
His current favourite was exhibitionism. The prospect of others seeing them,
catching them fucking, caused Harry to ride Ron’s cock harder than ever before.
Ron had originally been wary of this particular activity, fraught with
potential danger as it was, but he had been steadily turned on to it, to the
point where he now got off on it more than Harry.
All of which had led them to where they were right at this moment. On Harry’s
bed, in the 7th year boys’ dorm, hangings drawn back, and the torchlight
illuminating their activities for the rest of the rooms’ occupants to see, if
they so wished.
As it turned out, their other three roommates very much wanted to see. After
being teased endlessly by the sound of their friends fucking for weeks, Seamus,
Dean, and Neville, had all expressed a strong desire to see more.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you alright,” Ron growled, one hand burying in Harry’s
hair, tugging his head back. “I’m going to fuck you so hard; you won’t sit down
for a week.”
Harry whimpered excitedly. “Please.”
“Steady on, mate. We’ve got Quidditch on Saturday. Can’t have our Seeker out of
action.”
Ron looked up at Dean and laughed. “You have a point,” he allowed.
Harry turned his head to the side and scowled at the dark skinned boy who was
spoiling his fun.
“It’s the last time we let you watch,” he grumbled petulantly.
“Shut the fuck up, Dean,” Seamus complained, his eyes fixed on Harry’s spread
buttocks.
“Yeah,” Neville agreed. “Harry can take it.”
Harry smiled gratefully at Neville, who promptly slid off his boxers, revealing
an impressive looking erection, already leaking pre-cum.
Dean smiled lazily, one hand slowly teasing his own cock. “I suppose you could
always use a Numbing Charm.”
“Good thinking,” Ron said, relieved that he wouldn’t have to hold back; he did
so love to pound into his best mate.
“Stop fucking talking, and get your cock in me,” Harry demanded.
Ron’s fingers dug into Harry’s smooth arse cheeks, spreading them as wide as
possible. He looked up at his roommates, a lascivious grin on his face.
“Look at that greedy hole, boys. It’s just begging to be filled with a thick
cock.”
There were murmurs of assent as three pairs of eyes trained on Harry’s tight
entrance. Thrusting into their own hands, as they imagined what it would be
like to bury themselves inside their friend.
“Do it, Ron,” Seamus said impatiently. “Ride him hard.”
Needing no further encouragement, Ron lined his cock up and thrust into his
best friend with ruthless force.
Harry cried out at the sudden intrusion, whimpering in both pain and delight.
Without pausing, Ron built up a steady pace, pulling out almost completely,
before slamming back in with such speed that Harry was shunted up the bed.
“Fuck, yeah,” Dean moaned, fisting his erection furiously. “Take that cock,
whore.”
Ron grinned and gave a particularly forceful thrust; he knew how much Harry
loved being talked to like that; he could almost come from dirty talk alone.
Harry pushed backwards against Ron, forcing his cock deeper than ever inside
him.
“Good boy,” Ron gasped. “You feel so good around my cock. So tight and hot.”
“Fuck yes, “ Harry groaned. “More, please.”
As Ron pounded into him with a brutal force, Harry lowered his upper torso onto
the mattress, giving him a better grip, before Ron thrust him through the wall.
Dean and Seamus had made their way to sit at the head of the bed. Their hands
were now leisurely stroking each other’s cocks, but their eyes were fixed on
Harry’s face, enjoying his every grunt and whimper as he was ruthlessly fucked
by his best friend.
Neville, on the other hand, had remained at the foot of the bed. His eyes were
transfixed on the sight on Ron’s thick cock burying itself in Harry’s arse,
stretching the swollen rim of muscle further with every thrust.
“He’s so tight,” Neville muttered, thinking aloud.
Ron grinned at him. “Like you wouldn’t believe. So hot, too.”
“Very fucking hot,” Seamus agreed, one hand stroking Dean’s aching shaft, the
other reaching out to stroke the soft skin of Harry’s back.
“Back off, Shay,” Ron growled. “We agreed. You can watch, and come on him, but
no touching.”
“Sorry, mate. He just looks so good, I forgot myself.” Seamus removed his hand
and Harry whined at the loss of his touch; some part of him had been hoping his
roommates would do more than just watch.
“You okay, Harry?” Ron asked, resuming his punishing thrusts.
“Fuck, yes. Need to cum.”
Ron landed another sharp spank on Harry’s buttocks, enjoying the way the creamy
skin reddened. “Not yet, slut. You don’t get to cum till we all have.”
Harry flexed his inner muscles tightly around Ron’s shaft, causing a painful
throb of need in his best friend. “Fuck,” Ron gasped, moulding his hands
tightly to the swell of Harry’s buttocks.
Realising that his release was imminent, Ron looked up and gave a quick nod to
his friends. Seamus and Dean released their hold on each other’s cocks and got
to their knees on the bed. Aiming their erections directly at Harry’s face,
then began wanking almost frantically.
“You ready for this, Harry,” Ron growled, punctuating his words with sharp,
jabbing movements. “I’m gonna fill your arse with my cum, and they’re going to
shoot all over your face.”
“Do it,” Harry moaned, clenching his arse tightly. “I want you to fill me.” He
looked up Seamus and Dean, and licked his lips. “On my face,” he begged. “Cum
on my face.”
As Ron bellowed his orgasm, Harry relished the feel of hot cum flooding his
passage, spurting deep inside him. He whimpered his loss as Ron slowly
withdrew, but his attention was soon drawn to the leaking cocks only inches
from his face.
“Gonna cover you in my cum,” Dean panted, as the thick streams of sticky fluid
erupted from his shaft.
Just the sight of his friend’s cum trickling down Harry’s cheeks was enough to
set Seamus off too. He let out a cry, louder than Ron’s, and was rewarded by
the sight of Harry’s eager tongue flicking out to lap at his seed.
“Such a cum slut,” Seamus grunted, milking the last drops of his sperm into
Harry’s waiting mouth. “So greedy for it.”
Harry licked his lips in satisfaction, savouring every last drop. Ron gave his
bum an affectionate pat. “Good boy,” he praised.
Harry looked round and smiled lazily at his boyfriend, relishing the feel of
Ron’s seed seeping out of his hole. His smile dropped when he saw that Neville
was standing there, still erect, not having cum.
“You okay, Nev?” he asked in concern. “Don’t you want to…?”
“Course he does,” Ron interrupted. “I know exactly what he wants. Bend down
again, Harry.”
Harry complied instantly. “Now reach back and spread your arse for me,” Ron
continued.
Harry’s hands shot obediently behind him, taking hold of his buttocks and
stretching them apart. Neville stepped closer to the bed, as if in some kind of
trance. The sight of Harry’s slackened hole, still pulsing, and leaking Ron’s
cum, had him fisting his cock frantically.
“Dirty boy,” he murmured, aiming his cock so that it was only inches away from
the slightly red, swollen rim of Harry’s anus.
“Go on, Nev,” Ron encouraged. “Cum all over that greedy little hole.”
Those words were enough to tip Neville over the edge. Giving a strangled moan,
he felt his balls tighten as his orgasm began to unleash itself. Thick ropes of
sperm striped Harry’s arse, trickling down to join the seed already leaking
from his abused hole.
“That feel good, Harry?” Ron asked, snaking a hand under his friend’s body,
curling around his aching erection. “I think you deserve to cum now, too.”
“Please,” Harry whimpered, as Ron began tugging firmly on his cock.
“You’ve been such a good whore tonight. Put on such a good show for us all,”
Ron murmured, without pause in his stroking. “Cum for me, Harry.”
Harry’s back arched, his head flung back, his mouth open in a silent scream as
he felt his world explode. Ron continued to massage his cock until it became
too sensitive and Harry had to beg him to stop.
Leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to his boyfriend’s cum-streaked face,
Ron murmured, “You should get some sleep now. You’ve had a long night.”
Harry smiled contentedly and burrowed down on his bed, eyes already drooping
closed.
His four roommates stood and gazed down on his naked form. “Doesn’t he want to
clean up first?” Dean asked.
“Nah,” Ron said, with a shake of his head, his fingers tracing Harry’s
slackened hole. “He loves it.”
***** Chapter Two *****
“Come on, Ron,” Seamus whined.
“I said I’d think about it,” Ron answered shortly.
“What’s to think about? I can tell you’re up for it.” Seamus glanced
meaningfully in the direction of Ron’s tented pyjama bottoms.
“Never said I wasn’t up for it,” Ron answered, hissing softly as he pressed the
heel of his palm against his throbbing cock. “But I have to ask Harry first.”
“Don’t ask,” Dean spoke up gruffly. “Tell him he’s doing it. You know he loves
it when you order him about.”
Ron couldn’t help but smile smugly at this. “He does, doesn’t he?”
“Fucking obedient little slut,” Neville growled suddenly, easing his own
erection from the confines of his boxers.
Dean chuckled at his roommates forceful words. “Come on, Ron. Poor Nev’s ready
to blow at the mere thought of it. Don’t hog Harry to yourself. You should
share him with your friends.”
“He’s mine,” Ron snarled.
“Yes,” Dean agreed, walking over to the possessive redhead. “But he could be
ours.” Dean trailed his hand down Ron’s torso, inside his pyjamas, and gave his
roommate’s stiff length a persuasive squeeze. “Imagine how hot Harry would look
impaled on Nev’s big cock, or taking two of us at the same time.”
Ron thrust his hips forward into Dean’s grasp, his pupils dilating, and breath
harsh.
“Yeah,” Seamus piped up. “Just imagine sliding into his arse alongside Dean’s
cock, while Nev and me take turns to fuck his mouth.”
“We’d never have to wank again,” Dean continued, his hand now stroking Ron
firmly. “There’d always be a willing hole, or hand to take care of it.”
Neville had completely slid his boxers off now, and was frantically fisting his
swollen cock, not caring who saw him. “We could keep him naked, and on his
knees, the whole time he’s in this room. So he’s always ready for us to use.”
“Oh fuck,” Ron groaned, his nostrils flaring as his breath quickened under
Dean’s attentive hand.
“That’s the idea, Ronnie. Our own personal whore. And he’d love every minute of
it, you know he would.”
The mental images that his friends’ words were conjuring in his head were too
much for Ron’s self-control to handle. Just the thought of seeing Harry fucked
by cock after cock, dripping with their come, had him groaning loudly as he
spilled his seed all over his friend’s hand.
Dean grinned lazily at his breathless roommate, as he held up his hand,
dripping with the redhead’s release. Holding it out to the side, Seamus quickly
stepped forward and began eagerly lapping every last drop off his best friend’s
hand, humming contentedly.
“Just imagine,” Dean murmured seductively. “We could all fuck him, one after
the other, shooting in his hungry hole. Then, we could slip in a nice, fat
plug, and have him walk round all day with a belly full of our cum. Like a true
cum slut.”
That final image sealed it for Ron. “I’ll do it,” he croaked hoarsely. “I’ll
tell Harry on Saturday.”
“That’s days away,” Seamus complained petulantly.
“Tough,” Ron snapped. “I’m not blowing the Ravenclaw game, just so you lot can
ream Harry’s arse. Take it or leave it.”
“We’ll take it,” Neville growled, as he arched off the bed, ribbons of thick
cum spattering his naked torso.
“It’s only two more days, Shay,” Dean soothed. “We’ll just have to take care of
each other’s needs until then.”
The two best friends shared a knowing look, which had Ron shaking his head in
amusement. “Bunch of perverts,” he commented. “I’m off for a shower. If Harry’s
escapes Hermione’s clutches before I get back, tell him to come join me.”
His roommates made murmurs of agreement, but Ron could see that they weren’t
really paying attention to him now. Both Dean and Seamus had stripped out of
their remaining clothes, and were heading over to where Neville was lying,
spread naked on his bed.
For his part, Neville was trailing his fingertips through the white cum
spatters on his belly, watching his friends appraisingly.
“You look like you could use some help cleaning up,” Seamus said, as he ran his
eyes lustfully over Neville’s naked body.
Neville let out a tiny grunt of assent, but that was all that it required. As
Ron watched in a mixture of surprise and lust, Dean and Seamus climbed onto the
bed, each straddling one of Neville’s muscular legs.
As they rutted to completion against their friend’s body, both boys set to
work, eagerly trailing their tongues over the stripes of com, savouring every
last trace of Neville’s seed.
 
The next two days dragged by for all of the 7th year Gryffindor boys. Harry was
sulking because Ron refused to fuck him so close to the Ravenclaw game; as much
as he loved having a cock in his mouth, there was nothing to beat the feel of
one filling his arse.
The other four boys were almost going crazy with anticipation for what they
knew was to happen on Saturday night. Not one of them had any concerns that
Harry wouldn’t agree; they all knew he would do whatever Ron wanted.
As it turned out, the game was a walkover. Dean and the other Chasers put
numerous goals past the Ravenclaw Keeper, and Ron managed to keep a clean
sheet. Then there was the fact that a very desperate, and horny, Harry had
caught the Snitch in record time.
Ron smirked in amusement at the look of delight on his best friends’ face when
his fingers curled round the fluttering gold ball. The other players, and the
crowd, might think it was due to winning, but Ron knew it was because Harry was
looking forward to his boyfriend fucking him again.
After their teammates, including Dean, had vacated the changing rooms, a
gleeful Harry had striped off his uniform and joined a naked Ron in the
showers.
Harry stood under the spray, feeling the warmth of the water ease his tired
muscles. He could see Ron’s cock was already mouth-wateringly hard, and was
confused when the redhead made no move to touch him.
Just as Harry was considering dropping to his knees and just suckling on that
tempting piece of flesh, Ron spoke.
“Harry,” he began tentatively. “The boys and me have been thinking.”
“That must have hurt,” Harry teased, smiling. He was rewarded with a spank to
his wet buttocks.
“I’m serious,” Ron continued. “We were talking about the other night, and how
much they enjoyed it. How much they enjoyed you.”
Ron paused here and pulled Harry over to him, so they were standing back to
chest. Ron reached round and firmly circled Harry’s cock with his fingers. “Do
you have any idea how hot you looked that night. On your knees for us, covered
in all our cum. The perfect whore.”
Harry mewled in pleasure and bucked forward into Ron’s fist.
Ron leaned in so his lips were brushing against Harry’s ear. “Would you like to
be our whore, Harry?”
“I already am,” Harry whimpered.
“Not just mine, though,” Ron continued, allowing his cock to slide into the
cleft between Harry’s buttocks. “All of ours. They all want you, Harry. They
want to fill your mouth and arse with their cocks, shooting their cum inside
you. Filling you up until it dribbles out of your stretched hole.”
Harry craned his head round to meet his boyfriend’s gaze. Ron could see the
glazed expression in his eyes. “You’d be okay with that?” he asked quietly.
Ron licked his lips and nodded. “Yes. I want it, too. I want to see you on your
knees, sucking their cocks, cum dripping down your thighs.” He dragged Harry’s
head further back and crashed their lips tighter, as he sped up his thrusts.
“I’ll do it,” Harry gasped, bucking forward furiously. “Anything you want.”
“Anything?” Ron questioned. “Are you sure about that.”
Harry nodded, as he flung his head back against Ron, jets of cum spurting onto
the tiled shower floor. “Yes,” he panted once his orgasm had faded. “I want it,
too.”
“Good boy,” Ron gasped, rutting harder against his boyfriend. “So eager to be
used.”
“When?” Harry asked, not evening bothering to hide his desire for it to happen.
“Tonight,” Ron answered huskily. “Tonight you’ll become our personal whore. I
want you naked and full of cock from the moment we get back to the dorm. That’s
how it’s going to be from now on.”
Harry let out a soft moan at these words and felt the familiar pulsing in his
boyfriend’s cock. He quickly pulled forward and dropped to his knees on the
hard floor. “Mark me, Ron,” he begged. “Cum on my face.”
Letting out an animalistic growl, Ron thrust harshly into his own fist,
watching with satisfaction as thick spatters of his seed dribbled down Harry’s
cheeks and into his opened mouth. “Such a fucking whore,” he grunted, slapping
his softening cock onto his best friend’s face.
Both boys were so caught up in the moment, overwhelmed with their own release,
that neither one of them heard the sound of scurrying feet, or saw the flash of
white-blond hair as it moved swiftly towards the door.
***** Chapter Three *****

Author's notes: After his defeat of Voldemort, Harry finds he has a new purpose
in life. One that his roommates are only too happy to help him fulfill. This
chapter contains: DM/TN/BZ
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Author Note I'm fairly sure that this isn't quite the chapter you were all
expecting next!! This part of the story was only going to be a small part in a
larger chapter containing Harry's debauchment by his roommates. However, it
grew to such a length that it became a chapter in it's own right. So, apologise
for making you wait. I promise that the next chapter will most definitely be
Harry/Gryffindor boys, and I hope that this smut will tide you over.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed - I'm so pleased with the good response this
has gotten. To all of you who mentioned it, I will definitely be using the plug
idea at some point.
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“Fucking Potter,” Draco muttered to himself as he wandered the school’s
hallways that evening. Since spying on the Gryffindor Golden Boy, and his
Weasel, earlier that day, Draco had found himself in possession of a permanent
erection.
Nothing he thought of would make it fade. Even the most revolting images he
could imagine were quickly superimposed by a picture of Harry bloody Potter,
cheeks flushed with arousal, lips parted, breath shallow, and pupils dilated to
the extent that his eyes appeared almost black.
Loath as he was to admit it to himself, Draco had found the whole experience
incredible arousing. Not just the visual stimulus, but listening to those
words, the mental images that they conjured, and the barest thought of what
might be happening in Gryffindor tower, right at that very moment.
It wasn’t even that, though, that really had Draco throbbing with need. It was
some years back when he had finally, and unwillingly, acknowledged that Harry
Potter was hot - something to do with that just-shagged look his messy hair
implied, the way his eyes flashed vibrantly in anger, or those plump, rosy lips
that Draco just longed to slide his cock between.
All his fantasies of having Potter had been consigned to the realm of the
impossible, though. Potter was straight, undeniably so, Draco thought. And even
if not, there was no way that the feisty Gryffindor would ever submit to a
good, hard fucking.
To find out that he had been wrong, that Potter did like boys, and, not only
did he bottom, but he was such an eager slut that he had agreed to being gang-
banged by his roommates, all made Draco burn with anger.
Not because he thought these acts were depraved, but simply because he wasn’t
the one getting to debauch the Golden Boy in every imaginable way, and that
Potter’s deliciously submissive nature was being wasted on that bunch of
Gryffindors.
Upon entering the Slytherin common room, Draco noted that it was fairly
deserted, with most of the younger years already in bed, and only a smattering
of older students. Of his own year mates, only Pansy was in residence, seated
in one of the leather chairs by the fireplace. He made his way over and perched
on the arm of her chair.
Pansy looked up, smiling. “What’s up?” she demanded upon seeing his scowl.
“You’ve been in a foul mood all evening.”
“Fucking Potter,” Draco repeated.
Pansy rolled her eyes. “What did he do this time?”
Draco shifted his position, trying to reduce the pressure on his aching cock.
“I snuck in the Gryffindor locker room after the match today.”
“He caught you at it?” Pansy guessed.
“No.” Draco shook his head. “But he was there. Him and the Weasel. They were
shagging, Pans.”
“Fuck off,” Pansy snapped. “I’m not that gullible.”
“It’s the truth. The Weasel was rutting against Potter like an animal, and
Potter…” Draco’s words trailed off as he recollected the image of the Boy Who
Lived on his knees.
Pansy slid her hand slyly up her friend’s leg and lightly cupped his groin.
“You’re hard,” she accused.
Draco batted her hand away angrily. “I won’t be for long if you keep that up.”
“Sorry,” Pansy said, not sounding it in the least. “But I just always knew you
had a hard on for Potter. Was he hot?”
“Fuck yes. He’s even more of a slut than Blaise. I heard them planning for
Potter to get banged tonight, by all of his roommates.”
Pansy licked her lips. “Merlin, that’s hot. What I wouldn’t give to see that.
No wonder you’re stiff.” She grinned lasciviously at Draco. “Blaise is in your
room. Maybe you should go work some of your frustration off on him?”
Draco paused thoughtfully, then shook his head. “No. But you could be a good
girl, and nip in there and send him out to me.”
Pansy’s eyes widened in surprise. “In the common room?” she gasped.
“You have a problem with that?” Draco asked coolly.
Pansy shook her head quickly. “No. Not as long as I get to watch.”
Draco just laughed. “Pervert.”
“Takes one to know one,” Pansy bit back, already crossing the room in the
direction of the boys’ dorm.
Bare minutes later, Blaise appeared. It seemed Pansy had quickly spread word of
what was to happen, as the remainder of the 7th year Slytherins were close
behind him.
“On your knees, Blaise,” Draco instructed, forgoing all pleasantries.
The dark skinned boy dropped to the floor instantly and crawled the remaining
few yards. He knelt by Draco’s feet, gazing coyly at his friend through thick
lashes.
Draco reached forward and ran his hand through Blaise’s thick, dark curls.
“Good boy,” he praised. He then looked up in amusement at his other friends who
were all standing around watching intently. All apart from Pansy, who was
already seated in a nearby chair, her hand already sliding under her skirt.
“Sit down, if you’re stopping,” he instructed.
“You’re really gonna do him in here?” Crabbe questioned, a glint in his eyes.
Draco shrugged. “Why not. I’m sure our little slut won’t mind, will you,
Blaise?”
“No.” The voice was breathy and Draco couldn’t help but chuckle at the
excitement he could feel coming off his friend in waves.
“Can we have a go too?” Greg asked, lewdly grabbing his crotch.
“Of course,” Draco replied. “Once I’m finished with him.”
Satisfied with this, the remaining Slytherin boys sank down onto a nearby sofa.
Millicent curled up on the floor by their feet, and Daphne squeezed into
Pansy’s chair with her.
Draco slid down further in his chair. “Undo my trousers and take my cock out,”
he instructed. “I want to feel that greedy mouth of yours on me.”
The sound of stifled gasps told the participants that they had garnered a few
more spectators, but neither of them really cared. Draco, because he was quite
the exhibitionist, and Blaise, well, Blaise didn’t care who watched as long as
he was getting a cock up his arse.
With well-practised ease, Blaise unzipped Draco and freed his already purpling
cock. Eyeing it with reverence, he lowered his head and ran the tip of his
tongue over the sensitive head, lapping at the seeping slit.
He then pressed the flat of his tongue to the underside of the thick shaft and
licked from root to tip.
Draco groaned appreciatively, but leant forward slightly to tug on his friend’s
hair. “Suck me now,” he growled. “And you’d better make sure I’m nice and wet,
because I intend to fuck you soon, and that’s all the lube you’re getting.”
Blaise whimpered softly at these words, and the thought of the rough fucking
that was to follow. He promptly wrapped his lips around Draco’s cock and took
him eagerly into his mouth.
Watching his friend’s dark head bobbing up and down in his lap, fleshy lips
stretched to accommodate his thick shaft, Draco couldn’t help but thrust
upwards, burying his cock even deeper in Blaise’s mouth.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “Such a good cocksucker.”
Draco then allowed his eyes to rove over their assembled audience. Theo already
had his cock out and was leisurely stroking it as he watched them. Vince and
Greg seemed content to rub theirs through the fabric of their straining
trousers.
Pansy, well, Draco reflected, she could always be relied upon to go one step
further. She had already shed her panties, and had one leg hooked over the arm
of her chair, spreading herself for anyone who cared to look. And as she met
Draco’s gaze with a wink, he could see her slowly guiding Daphne’s hand to her
bare cunt, pressing the other girl’s fingers between her glistening lips.
The last of the group was Millicent, who now appeared to be crouched on the
floor, over Vince’s foot. Which, if her expression and soft moans were anything
to go by, was performing some kind of deviant act under her skirt.
“Come on, Draco. We all want a turn on the slut,” Theo complained.
Draco scowled at the other boy, but the delicious suction being applied to his
cock somewhat mellowed his mood. “Patience,” he chided. “Why don’t you make
yourself useful and get his arse ready for me.”
Theo apparently didn’t need telling twice. He dropped to the floor behind his
prostrate roommate and began roughly tugging his trousers off. He smirked
approvingly at Blaise’s lack of underwear, and paused to admire the swell of
his smooth buttocks.
“No fingers,” Draco gasped, bucking as he felt Blaise’s teeth lightly grazing
his sensitive flesh. “I want him really tight tonight. Use your tongue.”
Blaise moaned around Draco’s cock in anticipation, causing vibrations of
pleasure to tantalise Draco’s shaft.
“Don’t take too long,” he instructed Theo. “Much more of this and I’ll be
shooting in his mouth.”
“We can’t have that, can we?” Theo smirked. “We all know how much our little
slut loves to be overflowing with our cum.”
With that, Theo dug his fingers into the soft flesh of Blaise’s buttocks and
spread them as wide as possible. He paused for a brief moment, relishing the
sight of the dark, puckered hole, before he lowered his head and pressed the
flat of his tongue to his friend’s entrance.
“Merlin, Draco! Fuck him already,” Pansy whined, her voice low and needy, as
she bucked against Daphne’s hand. “I’m almost there.”
“Maybe you should have Daphne ease up on the finger fucking then,” he suggested
coolly.
“You know it turns you on,” she teased.
“Hardly,” Draco answered shortly, before turning his attention to the slurping
noises that Theo was making as he licked and sucked Blaise’s hole.
“That’ll do, Theo,” he said suddenly, burying his fingers in Blaise’s hair,
tugging his head back to look him in the eyes.
“It’s time for your fucking, slut. Go bend over the arm of that chair, and
display yourself for us.”
Blaise quickly scrambled to his feet and hurriedly bent over the arm of the
indicated chair. Following Draco’s orders, he reached behind and spread his
arse cheeks, revealing his dark, puckered opening that was currently drenched
in Theo’s saliva.
Draco made a soft noise of approval and roughly thrust one of his fingers all
the way into his slut’s arse. “You’re still so tight,” he commented, pulling
his finger back out and causing a whimper of loss from his partner.
“Oh, don’t you worry about that,” he said. “You’re about to get so much more.”
Draco took over the hold on his friend’s arse, his fingernails digging into the
soft flesh of his buttocks as they were forced apart. Lining the head of his
cock up at the glistening entrance, he growled, “beg for it.”
Vince and Greg had now also freed their cocks and were watching Blaise with a
hunger that spoke volumes about their intent where he was concerned.
None of this seemed to bother the dark boy as he caught, and held, their lust-
filled gazes as he answered Draco’s demand.
“Please fuck me,” he begged desperately. “I want your thick cock pounding hard
into my tight arse. I want to feel your hot cum shooting deep inside me.”
Those words were all it took to persuade Draco to slam himself into Blaise
until he was balls deep in the enticing heat of his friend’s greedy hole.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “So tight.”
Blaise pushed back to meet each one of Draco’s punishing thrusts, and for a
moment, the only sounds to be heard were the harsh slap of flesh on flesh, and
the heavy breaths of the two boys and their audience.
“Fuck him harder,” Pansy instructed, as she pressed Daphne’s face to her
dripping cunt.
“You want that, whore?” Draco grunted, yanking hard on Blaise’s hair. “You
think you can handle more?”
Blaise nodded eagerly.
“Course he can,” Theo growled. “Fucking slut will take whatever we give him.”
Draco grinned at his friend. “Why don’t you come give him something to fill
that pretty mouth of his?”
Needing no further encouragement, Theo knelt on the chair, facing Blaise, and
fed his hard cock into his roommate’s eager mouth.
Sensing his impending release, Draco began to batter his slut’s hole with wild
abandon, pushing him forward onto Theo’s cock with every thrust, forcing that
hard shaft into his throat.
The gagging sounds that came from Blaise as he fought to accommodate having his
throat violated in this fashion were the final straw for Draco. With one last
brutal thrust, his fingers gripped painfully at Blaise’s hips, as he felt
strong, greedy muscles gripping his cock, ripping his orgasm from him. With a
loud groan, Draco began spurting his hot come, coating his friend’s anus with
sticky warmth.
When he had regained his composure, Draco pulled out reluctantly and gave
Blaise’s arse an almost affectionate spank. “You’re such a good whore,” he
commented, as he watched his own seed dribble down dark thighs.
Blaise was unable to respond as Theo was, at that point, fucking his mouth with
startling ferocity.
Draco tucked his spent cock back in his trousers and nodded to his friends.
“Have at it boys. He’s all yours.” He paused for a moment and watched as Vince
and Greg approached their submissive friend like Lions stalking their prey,
before he turned away and headed to the dorm.
As he lay sprawled on his bed, Draco felt strangely empty. Normally, after
using Blaise like that, it left him feeling contented. But not this time.
As much as he didn’t want to admit it to himself, Draco knew what the reason
for this was. And that reason was currently in Gryffindor tower, being
gangbanged in much the same fashion as Blaise was.
Harry bastard Potter had even managed to ruin sex for him now. Which just made
Draco even more determined to have a piece, if not all, of the Gryffindor
Golden Boy.
***** Chapter Four *****
Before the evening’s activities got underway, Ron sent Harry off to the
Prefect’s bathroom for a hot soak, with strict instructions to relax, clean
himself thoroughly, and remove all his body hair - a special request from
Neville.
Harry soaked his Quidditch-strained muscles, loosening them up nicely for what
was to come that night. Both his cock and his arse throbbed in anticipation,
and it was all he could do not to touch himself. That had been another of the
boys’ demands. Now that Harry had agreed to be their whore, his body belonged
to them, and, as such, he would only be allowed release if they felt he had
earned it.
To this end, Ron had already fitted a slender, silver cock ring snugly around
Harry’s shaft.
Stepping out of the bath, Harry quickly dried his now hairless skin, and tugged
on his robe. He didn’t bother with other clothes, or underwear; that would only
waste valuable time later, time that could be spent fucking.
He hurried back to Gryffindor tower, mainly out of a desire for what was to
come, but also from the nagging fear of being found in this state of undress,
and arousal, by Filch. Rumours of the Caretaker’s ‘torture’ dungeon were a
little depraved, even for Harry’s liberal tastes. Although, he suspected that
was far more to do with Filch himself, rather than it was any aversion to
bondage.
When he finally reached the door to his dorm, Harry had reason to be grateful
for Ron’s use of the cock ring. He was so alive with anticipation of what
awaited him on the other side of the door, that Harry was sure he could have
cum, untouched.
Swept away by a deliciously heady mix of both nervousness, and excitement,
Harry reached out a trembling hand.
On entering the room, he saw that all four of his roommates were seated on
Ron’s bed. Naked, save for small towels around their waists. Harry licked his
lips in anticipation and met Ron’s heated gaze. He gave his best friend an
almost imperceptible nod to let him know that it was still okay.
That was all it took for Ron. He ran his eyes over Harry’s clothed body. “I
believe we said you were to be naked when in this room. Lose the robe. Now.”
Harry obediently shed his rob, revealing his naked body and straining, swollen
cock. The other boys all stood up and dropped their towels. The sight of so
many hard cocks caused a small whimper to escape Harry’s lips.
“On your knees, slut,” Dean instructed, watching with satisfaction as he was
instantly obeyed. “Now crawl to us.”
Harry crawled, on all fours, the short distance to where his friends stood. Ron
reached out and petted his hair. “Good boy. Now sit back and look at me. I need
to explain a few things.”
Harry sat back on his heels and gazed up at his best friend expectantly.
“So obedient,” Neville murmured.
“Yeah, he is,” Ron agreed proudly. “He’s all smooth, too. Just like you
wanted.”
The naked lust in Neville’s eyes as they trailed down his hairless body caused
Harry’s breath to quicken. His eyes dropped to Neville’s large erection and his
hole throbbed in anticipation of being violated by it.
“You’re our whore now, Harry,” Ron said, slapping his cock on his best friend’s
cheek to regain his attention. “When you’re in this room, you will be naked, on
your knees, and ready to serve us at all times. We own your body now. Your
tight ass, hard cock, and that pretty mouth of yours; they all belong to us. We
tell you what to do with them, and when. Do you understand?”
Harry nodded eagerly. “Yes.”
This earned him another slap with Ron’s cock, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum
along his cheek. “And that’s another thing,” the redhead continued. “We’ve
decided that when we’re in here, you should address us all as Sir. You, on the
other hand, will answer to slut, whore, bitch, or any other name we chose to
call you. Outside of this room, things stay the same. But inside it, you’re
ours.”
“Yes, Sir,” Harry answered softly. “Yes, Sirs,” he then corrected, looking at
the other three boys too.
Ron trailed the head of his cock along Harry’s lips teasingly. “We’re all going
to take both your holes tonight. You’re going to suck and fuck like the greedy
slut you are, and then we’re all going to shoot a load in your hot little arse.
You want that, don’t you, Harry? Hmmm?”
Ron punctuated his question with teasing slaps of his cock on Harry’s lips. Not
wanting to be left out, Seamus and Neville stepped closer and began rubbing
their cocks over Harry’s face, leaving trails of their juices all over his
cheeks
“We’ve decided that Dean’s going to go first, as a reward for playing so well
today.”
Harry looked up and realised that the dark-skinned boy was not standing there
any more. Ron placed his hand on Harry’s head and turned it in the direction of
his bed. Dean was sitting on in, propped up against numerous pillows, his legs
spread wide, slowly stroking his erection.
“C’mon, slut,” he growled. “I want your lips stretched round my cock now.”
Harry dropped back down to his hands and knees and crawled instantly over to
the bed. He clambered up onto it as best he could and then settled between
Dean’s spread thighs.
“That’s it,” Dean murmured as Harry lowered his mouth onto his erection, plump
lips wrapping around his shaft. “Show me what a good little cocksucker you
are.”
Dean’s hand tangled in Harry’s messy locks, forcing his head down further, and
thrust up slightly at the same time. The feel of Harry’s throat swallowing
desperately to accommodate the sudden intrusion had him groaning loudly.
Not wanting to be left out, the other boys were all standing around the bed,
stroking themselves as they watched Dean stuffing his cock further into their
slut’s mouth. Ron and Seamus were smoothing their hands along Harry’s back,
sliding under his torso to tease his nipples. Neville was kneading and
spreading Harry’s buttocks, his heated gaze fixed on the tight entrance that
would soon be stretched open by them all.
Harry was flicking his tongue over the velvety head of Dean’s cock, when his
head was tugged away roughly. “That’s enough, whore. It’s time to try that
greedy arse of yours.”
Dean clambered off the bed and his place was swiftly taken by Ron. As Dean
smeared lube on his cock and lined it up with Harry’s entrance, Ron began
teasing Harry’s mouth with his erection. Harry’s tongue flicked out, lapping at
the velvety head of his best friend’s cock.
Dean slammed into Harry in one hard thrust, causing him to whimper. Ron placed
a hand to the back of Harry’s head and tugged him down to his cock. “Suck me,”
he said. “Take my cock in your mouth so you’re filled at both ends. You want
that, don’t you?”
Harry nodded. “Please, Sir,” he gasped, his body rocking forwards from the
force of Dean’s thrusts.
Harry took Ron’s cock into his mouth and sucked greedily on it, his head
bobbing up and down quickly, establishing a steady rhythm.
Dean was pumping into Harry’s arse with relish, feeling the tight heat of his
friend’s hole working his shaft. He reached under Harry’s body and gave his
cock a firm squeeze.
“You like this?” he panted. “You’re just a little whore, aren’t you?” Dean’s
breath was rough and husky, and that, combined with his words, had Harry
moaning around Ron’s cock, and pushing back against the dark-skinned boy.
“You’re such a dirty boy,” Dean continued, raising his hand to land a sharp
spank on Harry’s buttocks. “What would people say if they could see you now?
Nothing but a dirty, filthy whore. I’m gonna shoot deep inside you. Fill you
with my thick, hot cum. D’you want that, slut?”
Ron yanked on Harry’s hair, tugging him off his cock. “Answer him,” he growled.
Harry turned his head and looked over his shoulder at Dean. “Yes, sir,” he
whispered. “I want your cock deep inside me, please. Filling me with your
cream.”
Dean pulled almost all the way out of Harry’s hole, before slamming back in
with even more force than he had used so far. Harry whimpered softly as he felt
his tender channel being roughly used.
Suddenly, Dean’s movements stilled. His fingers grabbed a bruising hold on
Harry’s hips and he grunted loudly. Harry felt his friend’s warm seed flooding
his hole and tightened his muscles round Dean’s shaft, wanting to milk every
last drop.
Reluctantly, Dean let his softened cock slide out of Harry’s arse, and wiped
his shaft off on the other boy’s buttocks, leaving sticky smears all over his
flesh.
Ron clambered off the bed quickly and took up his position between Harry’s
legs, his cock lined up with his now slick entrance. Seamus clambered onto the
bed and knelt in front of Harry. He teasingly began to stroke his cock.
“You want this, slut? You want my hard cock in your mouth, fucking your face?”
Harry nodded, and then let out a groan as he felt Ron plunge into his hole and
begin pounding away mercilessly.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Seamus demanded. “Start fucking sucking.”
Harry’s mouth closed over the head of Seamus’ cock and he began sucking. Seamus
thrust forward, pressing the head of his cock against the back of Harry’s
throat. He was surprised when Harry didn’t gag at the intrusion.
“Fuck,” he groaned, slowly pumping his hips. “You suck like a real whore.”
“He is a real whore, now,” Ron grunted, burying his cock inside his boyfriend’s
cum-filled hole. “He’s our whore.”
Harry was overwhelmed with the sensation of having a cock in both ends, filling
him completely. Both Seamus and Ron were pounding into him with some force,
their thick shafts violating his body, and he loved it. The knowledge that
there was still Neville’s huge cock to come just made him moan even more.
“That’s it, good boy,” Seamus purred, enjoying the vibrations this moan caused
around his cock.
Ron leant forward and began planting small kisses on Harry’s back, tasting the
sheen of salty sweat now coating his boyfriend’s skin. “You look fucking
gorgeous like this,” he growled. “On your knees, filled with cock. Just
beautiful.”
Unable to reply due to the thorough face fucking Seamus was giving him, Harry
pushed backwards, grinding his arse further onto Ron’s cock, flexing his inner
muscles as he did it.
“Shit, Harry!” Ron groaned. “Still so tight.”
Ron’s thrusts became more frenzied and Harry knew he was about to cum. He
clenched again, teasing his boyfriend.
“Oh Merlin, you’re such…a…slut,” Ron panted as his thrusts subsided, and Harry
groaned in pleasure as he felt a wave of hot seed gushing inside his willing
hole.
Seamus was virtually pushing Ron out of the way in his eagerness to fuck Harry.
He was so close to cumming after using Harry’s mouth that he needed to get in
his arse quick.
He clambered on the bed, and, without even pausing to admire the messy,
stretched hole, he thrust straight in and began pounding away furiously, making
loud squishing noises as his cock forced trickles of cum out of Harry’s anus.
“Fuck, you’re such a good whore,” he grunted. “Gonna fill you with my cum.”
In all honesty, Harry wasn’t paying that much attention to what Seamus was
doing. His eyes were fixed on the cock in front of him.
Neville was leaning back on the bed, slowly running a hand along his long,
thick shaft.
“You want this?” he murmured softly. “You want my cock in your pretty mouth?”
Harry whimpered with desire; he would do just about anything to have that cock
inside him. “Yes, sir, please.”
“Take me in your mouth then. Slide my thick shaft between those pouting lips of
yours.”
Harry lowered his head and eagerly opened his mouth, desperate to feel that
hot, heavy cock on his tongue, filling his mouth.
Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensation of Neville’s cock
sliding into his mouth, all the way to the back of his throat, and then sliding
back out again. Neville raked his fingers through Harry’s hair and watched as
his cheeks hollowed with the intense suction. The sucking and slurping sounds
alone were incredibly erotic.
Neville seemed content to let Harry set the pace, so he slid one hand down to
cup Neville’s balls, stroking and massaging them gently, his own cock twitching
as he felt how heavy and full of cum they were.
Seamus had hold of Harry’s hips tight and was pummelling his arse vigorously.
He had his eyes scrunched tight, trying to stave off his release as long as
possible. The feel of Harry’s anal muscles clenching around him was too good to
give up.
“Let it go, Shay,” Dean said, running a teasing finger up the cleft of his best
friend’s arse, and slowly breaching his hole.
That was more than Seamus could handle. With one last jabbing thrust, he let
out a loud howl and began emptying inside of Harry.
Harry hummed in pleasure around Neville’s cock. He loved the feeling of cum
inside his arse, and he now had three loads up there, drenching his anus. As
Seamus slid out of him, Harry could feel the pleasant trickle of hot seed.
He pulled back off Neville’s cock and looked up at him with lust-filled eyes.
“You’re next,” he commented, with a cheeky grin.
Neville grinned in return. “Eager little slut, aren’t you?”
“Eager for this,” Harry said, flicking the tip of his tongue over the head of
the other boy’s cock.
“Come on, Nev,” Dean encouraged. “I can’t wait to see you impale our whore with
that monster of yours.”
Neville smirked at Dean. “Oh, I intend to, don’t you worry.” He turned to look
at Harry. “Roll onto your back,” he instructed. “I want to see your face while
I fuck you.”
Harry eagerly shifted position, lying on his back, hooking his hands under his
knees so that he was on display for Neville to enjoy.
Neville gazed intently at Harry’s arse for a moment, then he slid two fingers
inside the stretched hole, scooping out some of the seed that filled it. He
raised his fingers up to Harry’s face and looked at him expectantly. Without
further instruction, Harry opened his mouth and quickly took the fingers
inside, sucking them clean with relish.
“Such a greedy little cum slut,” Neville praised.
He took hold of Harry’s legs and held them wide apart. He pushed the tip of his
cock past the slackened ring of muscle, and then just stopped.
Harry wriggled and whimpered in distress. “Please,” he begged. “Fuck me,
please.”
“You want my cock, you little whore?” Neville growled, a dark glint in his eye.
He pushed inside a small amount further.
Harry was almost sobbing with need. "Please, Sir,” he mewled. “I need to feel
your cock thrusting in me, pounding my arse, until you fill me with your hot
cum.”
“Don’t be mean, Nev,” Ron commented with a throaty chuckle. “Let the slut have
your cock.”
As Neville plunged his thick shaft into him, Harry let out a tiny whimper; even
after the fucking he had already had, Neville was so thick.
The other three boys were all now standing close to the bed. Dean knelt on the
mattress at the side of Harry and began feeding his cock into his mouth. “Clean
me up,” he instructed. “You got me all messy.”
Harry willingly opened his mouth and began licking Dean’s shaft cleaning,
tasting the musky scent of his seed.
Neville hooked Harry’s legs over his arms and began grinding his cock into him
in a way that had Harry arching off the bed, gasping in pleasure. The thick
head of Neville’s cock was prodding at Harry’s prostate with every thrust, but
the cock ring was preventing his release.
“Need to cum,” he pleaded, as Dean’s cock slid from his mouth, only to be
replaced moments after by Ron’s.
“Soon,” Ron soothed, his fingers trailing down to tease one of Harry’s nipples.
“Once Nev’s finished, then we’ll let you cum. You’ve been a good boy tonight,
Harry. I’m proud of you.”
“Yeah, you’ve done good,” Seamus agreed, lowering his mouth to suckle Harry’s
other nipple.
Neville ran his hands soothingly up and down Harry’s thighs, whilst his thick
cock was violating the other boy’s arse. “You look so hot,” he murmured.
“You’re arse full of my cock, stretched so wide, and dripping with cum.”
Harry arched off the bed again as his prostate was battered ruthlessly. The
feel of his inner muscles rippling around his shaft, was more than Neville
could handle in his highly aroused state. Even as he grunted and huffed his
orgasm, he kept thrusting into Harry until the last drop of seed had been
spurted inside the willing body beneath him.
Neville gently placed Harry’s legs back down on the bed, tell him all the while
what a good boy he was. Harry was pleased with the praise, but the aching and
throbbing in his groin was making it difficult to concentrate on anything else.
“Please?” he whined, looking at Ron with a pleading expression. “Can I cum now,
Sir?”
Ron smiled down at him. “What d’you reckon, boys. Has Harry been a good enough
whore that he should be allowed to come.”
“I think he deserves a special treat,” Dean said, a smirk on his face.
The other boys, Harry included, looked at Dean with interest. He didn’t say
anything by just sat on the bed next to Harry.
“Roll over for me,” he instructed. When Harry had obeyed, Dean coaxed the tired
boy back up onto his knees, leaving his torso resting on the bed. The other
three boys watched wrapt in fascination as Dean parted Harry’s buttocks,
displaying the sticky, stretched mess that they had all made of his once-tight
hole.
There was thick, white globs of cum spilling out of him, trickling down his
thighs, just as the boys had intended there to be. Dean looked over to Seamus
and gave him a wicked grin.
“Shay, why don’t you come over here and help Harry clean himself up.”
Seamus looked shocked at the suggestion, but as the rest of his friends were
enthusiastic about the prospect, he made his way over to the bed and knelt
between Harry’s legs.
Dean reached under Harry and deftly removed the cock ring. Harry let out a loud
gasp of relief. Dean smiled and patted his back. “It’s about to get so much
better.”
Harry could feel Seamus’ hot breath ghosting over his hole, and along the back
of his balls. Just as he began to think that the Irish boy had changed his
mind, Harry felt a slick tongue trailing down his cleft, circling the rim of
his abused hole.
When Seamus sealed his lips over Harry’s anus and began jabbing his tongue
inside him, Dean reached underneath and began stroking Harry’s cock.
“That’s it,” he coaxed. “Cum for us, Harry. You’ve been such an amazing whore
for us tonight.”
Harry felt like he was on the verge of passing out. The sensations running
through his body were just too much. Not that this stopped him from grinding
his arse back onto Seamus’ face, desperate for as much of that delicious
sensation.
All four boys were touching him now, stroking his skin soothingly, telling him
to cum for them. As obedient as always, Harry let out a soft cry, arched his
back, and began shooting ribbons of semen over the duvet, and Dean’s hand.
He collapsed back onto the bed, finally feeling exhausted now that the
adrenalin had passed. Rolling over, he grinned weakly up at his friends, who
were all looking at him with something akin to awe in their eyes.
“So, how was it?” he asked cheekily.
“Stop fishing for compliments,” Seamus teased. “You know you’re a fantastic
fuck.”
Harry blushed furiously and his friends thought it amusing that someone who
could behave so wantonly, could still get embarrassed.
“You were amazing, Harry,” Neville praised quietly. “I can’t wait to fuck you
again.”
Harry shifted slightly and winced at the tenderness in his arse. “Not tonight
though?” he asked worriedly.
Neville smiled. “Not tonight, no. I think you’ve earned a rest.”
Harry yawned and allowed Ron to tuck the covers. “Thanks.”
“But tomorrow night,” Neville continued, “tomorrow night I’ve got big plans for
you.”
***** Chapter Five *****
“Harry, time to wake up.”
Harry screwed his eyes tight and tried to burrow deeper under his duvet.
“Come on, Harry. It’s time for your breakfast.”
“’S too early,” Harry grumbled.
“Oh, it’s never too early for this.” With those words, Harry felt something
warm and slick pressing against his lips. Opening his eyes, he saw that Ron was
knelt on the bed at the side of him, slowly tracing his erect cock along
Harry’s lips.
“Open wide,” Ron said huskily. “Be a good little slut.”
All of a sudden, Harry was awake. He flicked out his tongue, eagerly lapping at
the juices already leaking from Ron’s cock, before parting his lips obediently,
allowing Ron to slide into the warmth of his mouth.
“That’s it, suck me,” Ron encouraged, sliding one hand round the back of
Harry’s head, raising him up off the pillow. “Wrap those pretty lips round my
cock.”
Harry leaned forward, greedily taking his best friend’s length into his mouth;
he loved the feel of Ron’s hands buried in his hair, angling his head just so.
He looked up and met Ron’s intense blue gaze, smiling slightly around his
mouthful of cock.
Ron tilted Harry’s head back further, his fingers caressing the smoothness of
his neck and throat encouragingly. As Harry closed his eyes and began to work
his tongue in feather-like flicks along the underside of his cock, Ron couldn’t
help but groan.
“So good,” he moaned, revelling in the sensation of Harry’s hot, wet mouth
around his shaft. “Perfect little slut.”
Harry’s long, black lashes fanned out across flushed cheeks. Even as Ron’s cock
stroked the back of his throat, those intense green eyes stayed closed. He
swallowed steadily, working his gag reflex to allow Ron to penetrate further,
until his nose was buried in crisp, red curls.
The sight of his best friend’s swollen, red lips, wrapped snugly around his
cock, was more than Ron could handle at that time of the morning. Giving a few
experimental thrusts -- which elicited a delicious gagging noise from his slut
-- Ron grunted loudly and released his seed in Harry’s mouth.
“Fuck yes,” he huffed. “Take my cum, you little whore. Swallow it all.”
Harry needed no instruction; he lapped and sucked at Ron’s cock, until the last
drop of his cum was gone. Licking his lips, he pulled back and grinned up at
his best friend. “I’ll take that over porridge for breakfast any day.”
Ron grinned back and slapped his cock on Harry’s face, almost affectionately.
“You’re not done yet,” he replied. Nodding in Neville’s direction, he quipped,
“It’s time for second helpings.”
Harry quickly scrambled to his knees and crawled to the end of the bed, where
Neville was stood, already displaying an impressive erection. “Hope you’re
still hungry?” he asked, casually stroking his cock.
Harry nodded eagerly. “Yes, Sir."
Neville grinned and reached out to tangle one hand in Harry's messy hair.
Tugging him closer, Neville quickly buried the length of his cock in Harry's
open mouth.
Harry moaned, relishing the feel of a heavy cock against his tongue. Taking
shallow breaths through his nose, he began to swallow hard.
"Fuck, yes!" Neville's head fell backwards as he groaned his pleasure. The wet
heat of Harry's mouth was too much for him, and he couldn't resist thrusting
steadily in time with the slut's nodding head. Harry moaned around the thick
shaft of flesh, but made no effort to resist.
"You like that, huh?" Neville asked, picking up the pace of his thrusts. "You
like having your mouth fucked?"
Unable to respond, Harry simply looked up and locked gazes with Neville, the
glaze of lust in his green eyes speaking volumes. He slid one hand between
Neville's thighs and began to caress his balls, massaging them gently, eager to
taste the thick seed held within.
"You'll get that soon enough," Neville panted, his hips pumping with increasing
speed.
"He's such a greedy little cum slut." Ron was still kneeling on the bed, just
behind Harry. He smoothed his hands over the soft flesh of Harry's arse,
kneading and spreading his cheeks.
Harry whimpered around Neville's cock as he felt Ron's finger breach his
puckered hole.
"Not his arse," Neville grunted. "We agreed."
"It's just one finger," Ron protested, his eyes fixed to where his digit was
sucked inside Harry's anus. "Besides, he likes it. Don't you, slut?" He gave a
light spank.
Harry moaned and wriggled his arse encouragingly.
The vibrations caused Neville to buck rapidly. He now had both hands buried
tight in Harry's hair, and his cock was thrusting deep into the willing mouth
with every stroke.
"You want my cum, whore?" he asked breathlessly. "You want me to shoot in your
greedy little mouth? Or all over your face? Marking you like the cum-slut you
are."
"His face," Ron instructed. "Cum all over his face. You know he loves it." He
used the distraction of Neville's impending orgasm to slide a second finger
into Harry's willing hole.
After one final punishing thrust, which left Harry gagging slightly, Neville
pulled out. He yanked Harry by the hair, holding his head in position. Rapidly
fisting his cock, he grunted, "Open wide, slut."
Harry barely had time to comply before spurts of hot cum spattered his face and
hair. He moaned in pleasure at the feel of it trickling down his skin.
"Fuck, you look hot like that." Neville watched in pleasure as Harry's tongue
flicked out, desperate to taste as much of the thick seed as he could. He
quickly fed his softening cock back into Harry's eager mouth. "That's it," he
praised. "Clean me up like a good little slut."
Harry didn't need telling twice. He began lapping and sucking at Neville's
shaft, humming contentedly as he did so.
Suddenly a loud buzzing noise interrupted the almost silence of the room.
"Shit!" Ron quickly pulled his fingers from Harry's tight hole and scrambled
off the bed. "Someone's coming."
Before any of them had chance to move, the dorm room door opened.
"Harry!" Seamus was breathless as he entered the room. He paused as he took in
the sight that greeted him. "Fuck that's hot," he said, eyes feasting on the
sight of Harry's cum-drenched face.
"Wait your turn," Dean replied, approaching the bed where Harry still knelt.
"I'm next."
"No, you can't," Seamus stated, much to the surprise of the rooms occupants.
"That's what I came to tell you. Hermione's looking for Harry, something about
a Potions essay. If he doesn't go down soon, she's coming up here to get him."
"Fuck!" Dean grumbled.
Harry remained kneeling on the bed, waiting for instruction. Ron patted his
arse affectionately. "You'd better go clean yourself up, slut. Can't have you
going down there reeking like a whore."
Receiving the permission he'd been waiting for, Harry scrambled off the bed. He
had just got to his feet when he felt a hand pull on his hair. Turning round he
saw Neville looking at him intently.
"You know the rules," he said calmly. "No one gave you permission to stand."
Harry's head drooped. "Sorry, Sir," he murmured, before dropping to his knees
and crawling towards the bathroom.
The remaining four boys watched the enticing sight of their slut on all fours,
his arse swaying in a most tempting manner.
"Looks like you're wanking then, Dean," Ron observed, nodding in the direction
of his roommates straining erection.
"Fuck off," Dean snapped, clearly not happy. "You couldn't have kept Hermione
distracted long enough for me to get off?" He glared at Seamus accusingly.
"Hey!" Seamus protested. "Don't blame me. You know how she is."
"Well, that's certainly spoiled our plans for the morning," Ron commented.
"Oh, I don't know," Dean replied, eyeing his best friend speculatively. "I
think Seamus should make it up to me for spoiling my fun."
Seamus' eyes widened. "No way!"
Neville grinned. "You know you want to," he teased lightly. "Look how keen you
were to eat out Harry's arse last night."
Before he could protest further, Seamus felt the pressure of Dean's hands on
his shoulders, guiding him down to his knees. "C'mon, Shay," he murmured. "I
want you to suck my cock."
As he felt the hardness of the floor under his knees, and saw the length of his
friend's erect cock bobbing inches from his face, Seamus gave up all pretence
of protest.
Dean buried one hand in his best friend's hair, dragging his head into
position. With his other hand he guided the thick shaft towards Seamus' lips.
"Open wide," he instructed, rather forcefully.
Ron and Neville shared a look as Seamus' lips parted willingly; clearly Harry
wasn't the only one in their dorm with submissive tendencies. But that piece of
information would have to wait for later. Right now, they sat back on the bed,
stroking themselves back to hardness at the sight of Dean fucking his best
friend's mouth.
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