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      Published: 2017-08-24 Updated: 2018-02-19 Chapters: 4/? Words: 8037
****** Loving Nightmares ******
by Azides
Summary
     While he sleeps, Harry is molded into the perfect fuck toy by his
     father and his friends.
Notes
     This first chapter is mostly prologue. The porn will really start in
     the next chapter.
***** Twisted Desires *****
Harry’s nightmares started when he was nine. Everyone was mystified as to the
cause. At first Lilly had worried, but soon Harry had adjusted to them and
stopped jumping at every shadow. She stopped paying attention, thinking the
nightmares were over. They weren’t. They were just the beginning. James knew
that he was a sick man. He knew that if anyone ever learned they would be
horrified at his thoughts and actions. He knew all this, but he had stopped
caring long ago.
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James hadn’t always been like this. He could remember what it felt like before
he changed, what it was like to be free from sick twisted fantasies. Not to say
that he had ever been normal. Not all the darkness in his head came from the
accident, some had been there from the beginning. As a child, James had been
temperamental and spoiled. His aging parents had been so grateful for the
miracle of his birth that they overlooked his many character flaws. He was
possessive and manipulative, prone to plots and deceptions. Looking back, it’s
a wonder he hadn’t ended up in Slytherin. But his Gryffindor qualities had
shone through, and his brash confidence had made him a hero to the house of the
lions. While he loved the attention of his house, the only people he truly
cared about were his three friends. Together they made up the marauders. Sirius
Black, the black sheep of the Black family, was the ultimate pranking partner.
He rivaled James in charm and ingenuity, and surpassed him in cruelty. James
knew his friend was slightly unhinged, but their insanities matched and they
became closer than brothers. Remus Lupin was the academic of the group. While
he lacked the innate viciousness that Sirius and James had in spades, he made
up for it with a surprisingly twisted mind. While he played the innocent
bystander to the world, charming both teachers and students, inside their group
he was architect of some of the marauders most creative pranks. As for little
Peter Pettigrew… every group needs a follower. Lacking personality and talent,
he made a passable lookout. If nothing else he was loyal, so with the marauders
he stayed.
As their graduation from Hogwarts neared, they feared the fracturing of their
group. James and Sirius were both headed towards prestigious Auror training,
and Remus was going to try his hand at writing. Peter was headed towards a
minor Ministry job. Desperate, Peter searched the library to find something to
stop his only friends from leaving him behind. To his and everyone’s surprise,
he found what he needed. From the depths of the restricted section came a
ritual which would bound the participants together through shared experience
and emotions. It sounded perfect. There was little information on it in the
library, but from everything they found it seemed harmless. Like true
Gryfffindors, they performed the ritual the night of graduation.
The ritual went perfectly. As it promised, it bound the friends together. They
experienced each other’s memories, desires, and emotions. And when the ritual
ended, they found subtle changes in one another. James and Sirius found
themselves with Remus’s famed patience, rendering them less impulsive. Remus
found himself crueler and with weaker morals, but he gained a large amount of
self-confidence. As none of them were that close to Wormtail, they found
themselves largely unaffected by him. But Peter had been keeping a secret. The
rest of the group always assumed that Pettigrew’s constant lack of girlfriend
was due to his plain appearance and lack of social skills. In truth, Peter was
a pedophile. During the ritual, the group experienced his obsessive desires. To
their horror, they realized the same desires had taken root inside of them.
Furious at Peter, they ended their friendship, stripping him of the Marauder
name.
The three graduated and began their lives. Months passed and the effects did
not pass. Further research done at the Black and Potter libraries revealed that
the effects were permanent. Sirius and Lupin accepted their fate. Sirius, whose
morals were always loose, accepted his new cravings. Lupin distanced himself
from the world and went to live with Sirius in the suddenly empty 12 Grimmauld
Place (though he denied hastening his parents’ deaths, James had his
suspicions).
James held out longer. During his time at Hogwarts he had pursued Lilly Evans,
the bright muggleborn, as a sport. Early in their school careers, to spite
Severus Snape, Sirius had bet James that he couldn’t get the stubborn girl to
fall in love with him. Never one to lose a bet, James had followed through. At
the time, he hadn’t planned on continuing the ruse after graduation. Hoping to
fight his new desires, he quickly married Lilly, and focused on trying to be a
“Good Husband”. He found that while he no longer desired her, he could still
manage to preform sexually. But it was never her he thought of during the act.
Lilly, smart as she was, was oblivious to everything. She noticed that James
became more distant as time passed, but she attributed it to stress from his
Auror training. James found marriage to be a lot of work and realized that he
could do without it. But everything was worth it when his son was born.
Harry Potter came into the world July 31, 1980 and James was in love for the
first time in his life. Thankfully, the desires that darkened his thoughts were
not involved with his son. He loved his child with the natural love of a
parent. For something as pure and wonderful as Harry, James could live a normal
life. He began repairing his relationship with Lilly.
Years went by. He began to grow annoyed at having to share his son with Lilly.
He had stolen her away from her best friend, and so she spent all her time
around James and Harry. When Harry was three, James saw an opportunity to
distance Lilly from them. Severus Snape had just completed his Potions mastery
and had returned to Britain. James went to him, and apologized for his and his
friends’ behavior. It didn’t go over well. But when James handed him the
address of their house in Godric’s Hollow and told him he should write to
Lilly, Snape didn’t throw it away. Soon, the two old friends were reunited.
Sirius was not pleased, he felt like James had destroyed his hard work in
making Snape miserable, but when James explained the situation, Sirius agreed
that it was worth it. He had never been fond of the bint his friend married.
Snape began encouraging Lilly to begin a career, which James encouraged
heavily. When she worried about who would stay home with Harry, James, who had
long ago grown bored with being an Auror, happily quit his job. It wasn’t like
he needed the money. He was ecstatic when Lilly became an Unspeakable. It kept
her away from home for long hours. Snape and Lilly only grew closer. When Harry
was five, the two began having an affair. James confronted her, and they
decided on a divorce. James easily won full custody of Harry in a heavily blood
purist government. James was finally happy.
But it was not to last. Pettigrew had never lost his obsession with his former
friends. Their abandonment had made him jealous and angry, twisting his already
demented mind. One day, Peter saw James and Harry in Diagon Alley. Harry was a
petite child, with pale skin, dark hair, and green eyes. He saw the love and
devotion that James showed the child, and he resolved that he would destroy
that happiness by stealing Harry for himself, if it was the last thing he would
ever do.
He waited and schemed. A year later, when Harry was six, Peter snatched him
from where he was playing outside of his home. He couldn’t stop Harry from
screaming. James made it outside in time to see Peter and Harry disappear.
James wasted no time in enlisting help from his friends. While both James and
Sirius had quit their jobs as Aurors, they still remembered everything they
were taught. Remus, despite being an author, was no less dangerous, having
studied most of the famed Black Library. A quick tracking spell led them right
to the cabin where Pettigrew had taken Harry. Thankfully Peter had yet to touch
or harm Harry in anyway. He had been trying (and failing) to erect wards around
the cabin to hide it when they found him. Peter had grown more competent after
Hogwarts, but he was no match for the two ex Aurors and an angry Werewolf.
James returned Harry to their home and quickly put his son to sleep with a
potion. He then made his way back to the cabin where Sirius and Lupin had
Pettigrew cornered. The miserable excuse for a man began pleading for his life,
but he could read the expressions on his friend’s faces. He was going to die,
and it wouldn’t be quick or painless. In desperation, he shouted the same words
to the ritual they did together, stirring up the old magic for a moment and
reactivating the ritual. But it wasn’t enough to save him, and soon his
tortured body was burning along with the cabin. Again, the three friends found
themselves changed by the ritual. Every sexual desire they felt was directed
solely at little Harry. James knew they wouldn’t be able to ignore or resist
their desires, but he also knew that none of them could stand the thought of
hurting the boy. Unsurprisingly, it was Remus who came up with the solution. It
would take time to set up, but for this, they were willing to wait.
 
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His ninth birthday, Harry decided, had gone very well. His dad let him sleep
late, surprising him with his favorite breakfast of blueberry pancakes. When he
finally got out of bed, Uncle Sirius and Uncle Remus had joined him and his dad
at the zoo in London. His dad and Uncle Sirius made jokes about how Uncle Remus
could beat up all the animals in the zoo as a wolf, even the lions. Uncle Remus
had pointed out that the animals had better manners than his dad and Uncle
Sirius. Harry’s favorite was still the snakes. He liked to pretend to talk to
them, making hissing noises. He knew they didn’t really understand him, but it
was fun to pretend.
After the zoo, his dad had taken him to have lunch with his mom and Uncle
Severus. He didn’t like Uncle Severus very much, and the feeling was mutual,
but they both tried to get along when his mom was around. Harry couldn’t help
smiling when his dad called him Uncle Snivellus whenever they were alone.
When they got home, his dad had disappeared into the basement, which he called
his workshop, for a while. Whenever Harry asked what was down there, his dad
smiled and told him it was just boring paperwork. Harry had seen the paperwork
his dad had to do as head of the Potter family, and had no interest in
exploring the basement if it only had something so boring. Instead, he spent
some time with his gifts he received from his party the day before.
When his dad reemerged, they spent the rest of the night playing quidditch in
the backyard until it was time for bed. Harry changed into his pajamas and
drank his usual warm glass of milk. His dad tucked him in, kissing him on the
head.
“Happy ninth birthday Harry”
His dad left the room, closing the door behind him. Soon Harry was fast asleep.
 
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James was alerted to Sirius and Lupin’s arrival by the sound of the floo. His
friends looked just as excited as he felt.
“I can’t believe we’re finally doing this” Sirius moaned.
“At least you don’t have to live with the temptation” James chuckled, darkly.
“Can you imagine how hard it’s been to walk past his room every night and not
go in?” Sirius and Remus grinned back at him, this wasn’t the first time James
had complained to them.
“You have the spell?” James looked to Remus, who grinned ferally.
“Trust me, I am looking forward to this as much as you are.” Remus proved his
words by gesturing to the erection tenting his pants. Sirius and James were in
the same situation.
“Now, before we do this, do we need to go over the rules again?” James looked
pointedly at Sirius, who pretended to look affronted.
“Yes, mother” he simpered. “No marks and no penetration. I know how to grope
someone.”
A major part of their plan involved carefully avoiding pushing Harry beyond his
limits. Considering how small he still was, if they tried to do everything they
wanted to Harry, they would probably break him. They had to start small, and
work him up to full fuck toy status.
On an unspoken cue, the three friends stripped off their clothes, sighing as
their hard cocks were freed from the restraining fabric. Clad in only their
boxers, they made their way silently to Harry’s room. Remus went first, wand
drawn. Upon checking to make sure the boy was asleep, he whispered a spell. A
glowing cloud developed around the tip of his wand. With a gesture towards the
sleeping child, the cloud traveled down to surround Harry, entering his body
though his eyes and ears.
The spell was a dark one from the depths of the Black library. Its effects were
rather innocuous. It rendered the victim in an unawakenable sleep until the
counter was cast. In this state, the victim would feel everything happening to
them in a dreamlike trance, but would be unable to hear or see anything. The
spell also encouraged the victim’s mind to interpret anything it felt as
happening in a vivid dream. Unlike dreams, memories of what happens under the
spell are never forgotten. Only a skilled Legilimens would be able to
distinguish between the spell and a real dream.
It had taken three years to find the spell and others like it. But it was worth
the wait. They were going to use them to turn Harry into the perfect sex toy.
The even better part? Harry was going to think it was his idea.
***** Late night Snack *****
Chapter Notes
     I promised you porn... so here it is.
James reached for the blankets he had tucked his son into only an hour earlier.
Harry looked so small and innocent curled up on the empty bed. James’ cock
twitched- he would fix that. With a flick of his wand Harry’s clothes
disappeared, reappearing in a pile across the room, leaving Harry’s bare skin
exposed to the silver light of the moon. He looked like an angel, with his dark
hair and pale skin. From behind him, James heard identical gasps as his friends
took in the lovely sight. They had been waiting so long. As much as James
wanted this moment to last forever, he wouldn’t make them wait any longer.
“Go turn up the lamps will you? I want to see him better.” Remus and Sirius
nearly ran to light each lamp, bringing light to the dark room. Light only made
their boy look more enticing. While they lit lamps, James rummaged through the
pile of presents they had given Harry before until he found what he was looking
for: the newest version of a wizarding camera. James loved the idea of using
his son’s birthday gift in such a way. Walking back to the bed, he took a
picture of his son. This would be the last time his son would remain untouched.
Sirius and Remus grinned at the sight of the camera, relishing the idea of
reliving this night later. James handed the camera to Remus and walked towards
the bed. They agreed that as his father, James had the right to be the first to
touch Harry. Stripping off his boxers, James moved so that he was straddling
his son, enchanted by Harry’s sleeping face. James ran his hands through the
head of hair which mirrored his, a gesture that he did often. But never like
this and it trilled him. It was finally happening. James cupped his son’s
childish face and pushed a finger past full lips. The soft pillow of Harry’s
tongue made James groan, and he quickly added a second finger. James explored
the wet heat of the unresponsive mouth with his digits, feeling the sharp
ridges of teeth, and paying special attention to the soft cheeks and cushioned
tongue. Adding a third finger, James pushed them all as deep as he could.
“He’s going to look so pretty with his lips spread around a cock.” Looking back
at Sirius and Remus, he could see that they agreed. At some point, they had
discarded their boxers and taken their hard cocks in hand as they stared, rapt,
at the scene they were witnessing. Reluctantly, James pulled his fingers from
his sons welcoming mouth. Picking up his wand, he levitated Harry from the bed.
Sitting on the edge of the bed he arranged Harry on his lap, his arms around
his father’s neck and his slender thighs spread around his father’s legs. With
the help of magic, he stuck Harry’s arms in place so he couldn’t move away.
Looking down, he realized the closeness of those perfect lips and took
advantage. James used all his years of experience to give his son the
filthiest, most thorough kiss he could. He practically pried Harry open with
his tongue, delving deep and leaving no spot unexplored. He bit and pulled at
those plush lips until they were red, swollen, and pouting. The kiss made the
fire inside James burn brighter and his hips twitched upwards involuntarily. To
his delight, James realized that his cock was aligned with the crevice of his
son’s ass. In a heartbeat, he conjured lube and proceeded to slick both his
cock and his son’s ass. Wiping his hand on the sheet, he then seized the pale,
perfect cheeks and pressed them together around his cock. It was a perfect fit.
Restarting their kiss, he began to fuck into the newly created space. With each
thrust, he could feel his cock pop out from between the small globes, and James
heard the camera go off. Heat flooded through him at being able to replay this
moment later: an endless loop of him defiling his little boy. James knew they
were right, his son was made for this. Gripping his son harder, he sped up his
thrusts. He knew that his hands would leave bruises. But they had bruise salve
for later. And it wasn’t the last time they would hurt the boy after all. They
would train him to take whatever he was given. Knowing Sirius’s and his own
sadism, that meant making the kid a masochist. When James finally came, he
painted the top of his child’s back and ass with streaks of cum. Happily sated,
he released the sticking charm, and pushed the sleeping boy off him. The kid
landed face first, leaving his ass exposed to the perverted adults. Lovely
bruises of handprints were already starting to form on Harry’s formerly perfect
and pale ass. His crack was red from the friction, despite it shining from the
lube. For the hell of it, James pulled the cheeks apart, revealing their
eventual prize: his son’s virgin hole. James nearly cried at not giving in and
fucking open that tight hole that night, but he forced himself to be patient.
It would be worth it.
“James, let us have a go” Sirius begged. In their Hogwarts days James couldn’t
imagine the proud boy begging for anything. How things had changed. By this
point, Sirius and Remus had become desperate. They had a manic look in their
eyes as they stared at the fragile figure on the bed.
“Just let me do one thing first” Turing Harry’s face towards him, James wiped
the cum from his cock and spread it on the young boy’s tongue.
“The spell might keep him from hearing or seeing anything, but if he can feel,
he can probably taste. We want him to learn to love the taste of us, after
all.” Eagerly, Sirius and Remus rushed to Harry’s side and began collecting the
cum from his ass and back, pushing each drop past abused lips and spreading it
to every corner of Harry’s mouth. They even pushed some down his throat,
massaging his throat to make him swallow. In a moment of brilliance, Remus
rubbed a small amount of cum inside the boy’s nostrils. Smell is important part
of taste, after all. After every drop had been deposited inside those lips,
James happily sat back to watch his best friends molest his son.
Sirius went for a kiss, enjoying the taste, a mix of James’s cum and something
uniquely Harry. Remus began kissing down the thin chest, meandering towards
pert nipples. He lavished each one, working each to a peak with kisses and the
occasional bite. Growing bored with the kiss, Sirius tugged at his friend’s
hair in a silent plea to trade places. Remus abandoned his work happily and
dove eagerly at the slack mouth. James could only imagine what it was like for
Remus to kiss Harry. He wondered what his son’s cum coated mouth tasted like to
the heightened senses of a werewolf. Unlike Remus, Sirius was not gentle. He
sucked and bit harshly at the tiny nubs, making them flush red with abuse.
While his mouth was busy his hands were occupied in feeling every inch of Harry
he could reach and groping the important parts. James was sure there were more
bruises on his son’s ass and new ones on his hips and thighs.
“Hey James,” Sirius muttered between mouthfuls. “I bet I can give the kid a
hickey on his nipple before you can.” He grinned up at James, the tip of his
godson’s nipple between his teeth. He knew James would never refuse a bet. Not
that James was complaining. Soon the two were neck and neck, sucking harshly at
the young boy’s chest. Remus ignored them, too caught up in Harry’s mouth to
care. To James’s shame, Sirius won.
By this point Sirius and Remus were hard enough to cut diamonds. Through
Remus’s ingenuity, they found a way to fuck him at the same time. Sirius would
fuck him the way James had, but from the back. Remus would face the boys abused
chest and fuck between the boy’s thighs. It had the advantage of letting Remus
continue to kiss Harry. Remus coated his cock and Harry’s thighs with lube, but
Sirius refused, claiming the drying lube left in the boy’s crack was enough.
James suspected that Sirius just liked the burn that fiction caused. Remus held
Harry’s cheeks together as Sirius thrust violently up into them, forcing the
boy forward onto his friend’s cock. Between Remus’s kissing and the two cocks
the room was filled with wet erotic sounds. James took another picture.
When they finished, they fed the small boy their cum.
Sated, the two friends allowed themselves to bask in the memories of the act,
running their hands over the tiny, unconscious body. James, who had recovered
his erection watching them, had a different idea. For the first time, he
examined his son’s penis. To his delight, he found the undeveloped organ wasn’t
as flaccid as it first appeared. Despite Sirius’s rough treatment of the boy’s
ass, the sensations had made the small cock stiff. James cradled the entire
thing in one hand, balls and all. It was like his son- small, soft, and pretty.
In a moment of inspiration, he took it all into his mouth, sucking and
massaging it with his tongue. At the same time, he lightly pinched the
neglected balls. James knew the boy couldn’t produce cum for a few more years,
but James wanted him to start associating their touches with pleasure and small
amounts of pain. James reached down and touched himself in sync with what he
was doing to the boy. When he felt his balls draw up, he stood and painted his
son’s chest and face with cum. Sirius reached for it, intending to feed it to
Harry, but James stopped him. Reaching for the camera he went to take a picture
of the boy, but stopped. In a moment of brilliance, he turned to Remus who had
been the first to recover.
“Remus, jack off into his mouth” James spelled Harry’s mouth open and soon it
was filled with cum. When he canceled the spell, some ran out of the corner of
the boy’s lips. Using magic, he then spread Harry’s legs to expose his
glistening crotch and opened his eyes slightly, making them look half-lidded.
His son looked like a slut- lustful and covered in cum. He took the picture.
Only then did he let his friends feed the cum to his son. James turned the kid
over, and after Sirius taking his turn in decorating Harry’s ass, took a
picture of the bruises there. Harry was lucky they were healing him or those
would hurt in the morning.
Spent and with plenty of pictures, the three men decided to call it a night.
They healed, cleaned, and dressed the boy, settling him back to his original
spot on the bed. With great sadness, they spelled Harry’s mouth clean of cum,
though as Sirius pointed out, his stomach was still full of it.
“Maybe you should give him a muggle soda for breakfast” Sirius suggested with a
snicker. Then he and Remus left, removing the spell keeping the boy asleep and
taking with them all evidence they had been there.
James tucked his little boy back into bed and kissed him on the head. For the
second time that night he whispered,
“Happy ninth birthday Harry.”
James left the room, closing the door behind him.
***** The Morning After *****
Chapter Summary
     James sees the results of their efforts on their boy over breakfast.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry it took so long to write this. I've already started the next
     chapter and it should have some more porn (and should be out quicker
     than this one was). Honestly I'm having some problems staying
     motivated, but I will work through it. Meanwhile, I deeply appreciate
     your comments and kudos, they help me keep writing. If you have any
     particular scenarios or kinks that you would like to see in future
     chapters, I'd love to hear them. If I like them, I'll add them to the
     story.
The next morning, James fixed breakfast and waited on Harry to join him, like
he always did. Harry was such a good boy, always waking up early without
James’s help. James sat uncomfortably at the table, an erection tenting his
pants, though he had put a glamour on his crotch so that Harry wouldn’t notice.
His cock had been hard ever since he woke up. Memories of last night seemed too
good to be true, and he got so caught up in the deliciously disturbed pictures
that he nearly forgotten to make breakfast. James praised magic, because there
was no other way he would be able to hide his attraction to his son.
Hearing a noise, James looked up as his son walked in the room. It took
everything in James to act normally when he first caught a glimpse of Harry.
The most obvious marks of last night were absent, but it appeared that their
healing spells hadn’t been completely effective. Harry’s lips were slightly
swollen and he grimaced slightly when he sat down. It wasn’t likely the boy
even noticed it outside of random morning aches and pains, but to James it was
a lingering reminder of what they had done to little Harry.
“How’d you sleep?” James asked, keeping his voice casual. He was rewarded when
his son flushed bright red and avoided his eyes.
“… good…” Harry muttered, an adorable blush staining his cheeks. James schooled
himself not to react, but inside he was celebrating. Their plan had worked.
Harry’s mind remembered what they had done, and he believed it to be nothing
more than a dirty dream. James couldn’t wait to tell Sirius and Remus. They
were going to have so much fun.
“Since it was your birthday yesterday, I got you a treat.” James knew he
shouldn’t follow Sirius’s ideas, but he couldn’t help himself. “You like muggle
soda, right?” He watched as Harry’s face lit up in excitement; muggle treats
were rare in the Potter house. James only felt slightly guilty for using that
enthusiasm for his own selfish purposes. Predictably, as Harry was unused to
muggle sodas he drank too much at once and let out a loud burp. Right after,
his face flushed again. James knew it wasn’t just out of embarrassment. With
all the cum left in his little boy’s stomach, each burp would bring with it the
taste of cum. Harry, of course, wouldn’t know what it was, never having tasted
cum consciously. Instead, each time he burped he would remember his “dream”,
reliving the memories repeatedly.
James pretended to read the Daily Prophet, enthralled by the endearing sight of
Harry’s lovely blushing face. Every once in a while, the boy would
unconsciously scratch his nipples. James felt his cock twitch at the sight.
Even after their strong healing spells, James knew that his son’s nubs were
likely still very sensitive and tender. He continued pretending to read as
Harry hurriedly ate the rest of his breakfast and chugged the rest of his
drink, before quickly excusing himself and fleeing the room. Because of his
inexperience, Harry completely failed at hiding his tiny erection from James,
though his father pretended not to see. James no longer had any doubt that
Remus’s plan wouldn’t work. If Harry was already enjoying their advances, then
the poor boy stood no chance at resisting.
James folded the Prophet and leaned back in his chair. Casting a spell to alert
him if Harry came back from his room, he released the glamour and pulled out
his cock. With a gentle grip, he languidly stroked his cock over the breakfast
table. In his mind, he held Harry’s adorable blush and everything they had done
so far. As he came all over the breakfast dishes, he thought about what they
were going to do next.
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That night, after a long day of being tempted by a blushing Harry, James waited
for his friends by the fireplace, already undressed. They arrived exactly on
time, eagerness evident in every line of their body- especially the lines of
their stiffened cocks. Sirius had a small bag over his shoulder. James looked
at him with curiosity, only to have Sirius wink back at him.
“He’s asleep?” Remus asked, a predatory look in his eyes. Sirius barely looked
sane. At James’s nod, they began undressing like it was a race. Noticing that
Sirius was pushing his pants down to his ankles, James saw an opportunity.
“I took your advice” he told Sirius. The dark-haired man paused, looking up in
curiosity.
 “What advice?” he asked, confusion in his eyes. James smirked.
“I gave him that muggle soda.” Sirius’s eyes widened, apparently having
forgotten suggesting it. He jerked in surprise with his legs trapped in his
pants, sending him sprawling. Remus just chuckled. James explained how their
boy had acted during breakfast.
“The best part? He got an erection thinking about his dream!” This seemed to
remind the three that an unconscious Harry was waiting, and they quickly made
their way to his room. Before they opened the door, James held Remus back.
“Can you leave off the block on his hearing? I don’t want to use names, he
doesn’t need to know it’s us yet, but I want to tell him how good he’s being.”
Remus nodded. They entered the room.
Remus cast the same spell, and with a bit of concentration, the spell bypassed
Harry’s hearing. Tonight, their boy’s dreams would get a little more realistic.
Sirius and Remus went to set up the camera and turn up the lights. James,
meanwhile, sat next to his son and ran his fingers through his hair. His digits
caught in the thick locks. Gripping them tight, he tugged the boy’s face
towards him, proceeding to kiss Harry in the dirtiest manner possible. He
violated Harry’s mouth with his tongue, making sure that the boy would be able
to hear the slick, wet noises of the kiss. When he was bored with exploring his
son’s unconscious mouth, he sucked the small tongue into his, giving it light
nips with his teeth. James payed special attention to his son’s lips, now
knowing that Harry looked wonderful with red, swollen lips. When James pulled
away, Harry looked like the whore he was. Now that he could hear, James decide
that he should know. Pulling Harry closer, he whispered into the boy’s ear-
“You’re such a beautiful slut.” James licked the shell of Harry’s ear, causing
his son to shiver unconsciously.
“I’ve never seen anyone who wanted to be fucked so badly. You need it” James
pulled away.
Sirius and Remus were standing by, naked and enjoying the show. By their grins
James could tell they heard what he said. They obviously approved. Deciding
that selfishness was a sin, James gestured to his sleeping son.
“Who’s next?”
***** Show and Tell *****
Chapter Summary
     Another night!
Chapter Notes
     Ok, I guess I lied. This didn't come out very quickly... writing
     continuously is harder than I thought it would be. So no promises on
     the next chapter, but if you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them.
     Comments and Kudos are wonderful things. I hope you enjoy ;)
     Nothing in this story should be done in real life, btw.
Unlike the previous night, the three friends took their time with their new
toy. They groped and fondled every inch of Harry, leaving hickeys and bruises
in their wake. All the while, they told Harry how good he was being, how much
of a slut he was, that this is what he was made for. They knew that they were
getting through to the boy because even in sleep he still had a lovely blush on
his cheeks. With an extended groping session, Sirius got the same blush to
appear on his lower cheeks as well. James knew that Sirius was looking forward
to spanking the boy, but that would have to wait. Suddenly, Sirius slipped
away, reaching into the bag he had brought.

He brought out a tiny cock cage made of soft red leather and gold rings. James
realized that the design would allow the wearer to get hard, but not come. It
was capped with a gold lions head for the tip, the teeth angled to pinch the
tip of his son’s cock uncomfortably when it got hard. James couldn’t wait to
see it on their boy. He nodded to Sirius. Remus waved his wand over Harry’s
cock, magically forcing it soft so Sirius could slip the toy onto Harry. It fit
perfectly. Remus released the spell, and the young cock quickly recovered,
expanding into the toy. Harry let out a whimper as his cock head was pinched by
the metal teeth. Uncaring, Sirius licking over the newly encased cock, leaving
the leather dark and wet. He continued down to the boy’s balls, sucking them
into his mouth and lightly scraping and nibbling with his teeth. After
releasing the abused flesh, Sirius bent towards the bag again.

“What is this, show and tell?” James joked to Remus. Remus smiled darkly back
at him, as the quieter man was already aware of the bag’s contents.

The next item surprised James. It was a large jar filled with cum. He looked at
the two men.

“We had nothing else to do all day, so we saved it. Figured we could give our
boy a midnight snack.” James grinned. With the amount that was in the jar,
Sirius and Remus must have been filling it all day. James felt his heart warm.
And his cock. He figured he could also be generous. Pulling Harry so that the
boy was lying against his chest, he spread the boy’s legs, displaying his bound
cock and virgin hole.

“I think you both deserve a midnight snack as well.” They looked confused for a
second before they understood. Surprisingly, it was Remus who dove for Harry’s
crotch first. He paused only a moment to look up at James, asking with his eyes
for permission. James smiled at him and cast a cleaning charm on the boy’s
hole. The werewolf put his nose to Harry’s ass, smelling deeply. He began to
place tender kisses on the wrinkled skin, before slowly tracing it with his
tongue. Arousing sounds filled the air as Remus pushed his tongue deeper into
Harry’s hole, sucking at the rim. Every time he stopped for breath he pushed
more saliva onto the boy’s pucker. Sirius and James stared, transfixed, at the
sight. Remus looked like he was in heaven, so after a while, Sirius reached for
the jar. As their friend rimmed the boy to excess, they worked to feed Harry
the jar of cum. They only got halfway through before Remus’s mouth grew tired
and he had to stop. Sirius excitedly put down the jar, and took his place.
James caught a glimpse of his son’s hole. It was flushed pink and shining with
saliva, the tightness having relaxed slightly. It was the most beautiful thing
he had ever seen.

Sirius, not content to do anything gently harshly sucked, licked, and nipped at
Harry’s hole, causing the poor boy to whimper through the spell keeping him
unconscious. Harry’s whines increased, and James worried he would have to cut
his friend’s fun short. Fortunately, Sirius’s impatience reared its head and he
slowed down. For a minute he moved his tongue in languid strokes over the
abused ring, then he raised his head to look at James with his “I have a great
idea, just watch me grin”. James was used to seeing it whenever Sirius got
particularly inventive. Without moving his face from Harry’s ass, Sirius groped
around for the jar of cum. Unscrewing the lid, he dipped his index finger in
the full jar. The jar must have been under a stasis charm because the cum
looked fresh and was still warm. When his finger was covered, he set the open
jar between Harry’s spread legs. James and Remus couldn’t help but be
impressed, since he didn’t let up rimming Harry for a second. They watched in
disapproval as Sirius worked the cum coated finger into his son’s hole
alongside his ever-present tongue. They had agreed that they would stick to a
schedule, and Harry wasn’t supposed to be penetrated yet. James didn’t stop
Sirius though, watching with jealously as the coated digit disappeared into the
loosened, red hole. Sirius wiped the cum into the tight heat of the boy’s body.
When he pulled his finger back it was clean of cum.

Remus, guessing the direction that Sirius wanted to take things, cast a spell
preventing the semen from leaking back out of the loosened hole. Sirius
recoated his finger and returned to the puckered hole. He repeated the process
until Harry was looser than ever before and their view into the slightly gaping
muscle was blocked by cum trying to escape. With a mental push to the spell,
Remus sent the cum deeper into their toy, letting them see the coated walls of
Harry’s ass. Winking at his two friends, Sirius unveiled his last surprise.
With a shake of his shoulders he began to grow fur and suddenly James found
himself staring at a horny Padfoot between his son’s fragile legs. Sirius’s dog
form was massive, easily dwarfing the small boy.

In animal form his senses were heightened and Remus knew what his friend must
be experiencing. Cum can smell strongly to a human, but with their canine sense
of smell Remus, and now Padfoot, could smell the overwhelming smell of their
sweat, saliva, and cum leaking out of Harry’s ass. The best part, in Remus’s
opinion was that they could smell the faint sent of their toy’s arousal.
Knowing that this innocent boy was unconsciously enjoying having his cock
pinched and ass violated by his father and honorary uncles was a dirty thrill
above anything they had done so far. Remus suspected that only the sensation of
pushing their cocks into that tempting hole could compare.

Remus snapped a picture of the sight. In it, harry was leaning against his
father’s chest, cheeks flushed and panting. Hickeys ringed his neck and his
twice abused nipples stood out in rosy peaks from his chest. A tiny hard cock
bound in red and gold curled against their toy’s tight stomach, his cum filled
hole was visible, and his legs were spread around the giant black dog between
his legs. Remus smirked, there was probably a metaphor there. Briefly he
considered the idea of tracking down a muggle who fit the stereotype and
fucking Harry under polyjuice to see whether the saying held true. He filed
that thought away, resolving to bring it up with James and Sirius later.

Padfoot’s red cock was peaking though its sheath and James was overcome with
the urge to see his son impaled on Padfoot’s knot. But he held back, there
would be time for that another night. James and Remus watched as Padfoot
lowered his muzzle and licked, flat and long up Harry’s crack, tasting him in a
new way. He gave a low growl of approval and plunged his long, dexterous tongue
into the still tight hole. Padfoot began to fuck Harry with his tongue, licking
deep inside the boy. He was able to taste their cum, but the spell prevented
him from swallowing any of it. His saliva was not affected by the spell and
drooled out of the violated hole, and coated the crack of Harry’s ass. A good
amount mixed with the cum, and the rapid strokes of Padfoot’s tongue churned
the mixture into froth, none of which escaped. Beneath the saliva and cum,
despite the strong cleaning spell that James had cast, there was a unique taste
of Harry and Padfoot couldn’t get enough. James and Remus noticed an increase
in Harry’s moans. Glancing down, they saw Harry’s bound cock straining. Harry
obviously preferred this form of Sirius.

Eventually, James decided he couldn’t take it anymore. Pushing Padfoot away
from his son’s ass, he moved his son to the edge of the bed. His head hung off
the side, baring his throat to the horny men. Harry’s lips were pink and
swollen. With a flick of his wand, James spelled Harry’s mouth open and eased
his cock inside the warm, wet mouth. James nestled his balls against his son’s
nose and rubbed his weeping slit against the waiting tongue, the strong smell
and the now familiar taste making the boy whimper in his sleep. He rolled his
hips forward, wanting nothing more than to harshly thrust down the inviting
throat. Remus, who was now watching in excitement had his best idea yet.

“I think we can get away with fucking his throat” he whispered in James’s ear.
“Well just tell him he’s sick, little boys get sore throats all the time.”
James couldn’t resist. In one smooth motion, he shoved his cock the rest of the
way down the boy’s throat. Harry made a delicious choking noise, his throat
spasming around James’s not inconsiderable length. The feeling of that almost
made James come instantly. But he managed to hold off with only a hissed
“Merlin”.

With hard, deep thrusts, James fucked his son’s throat for the first time,
reveling in the tightness and the sight of his cock disappearing past his
innocent boy’s lips. Remus, ever full of good ideas, remembered to cast a spell
making sure their slut could still breath and cast a spell to increase the
amount that James could come. Finally, James came deep down Harry’s throat,
flooding his stomach with thick cum. They decided that Remus would go next due
to his hasty spell work. Remus was thicker than James, and the other two men
watched as Harry’s throat bulged around their friend’s cock.

James could feel his dick trying to get hard again. Sirius, who had remained in
dog form, began to give the boy’s cruelly bound dick playful licks and nips.
The tiny thing was weeping, the head tortured by the jaws of the lion cage.
James figured it was poetic in a way that two beasts were sinking their teeth
into the poor boy. They both watched as Remus slammed into the waiting channel.
The force he was using was almost out of character for the man. When Harry woke
up, he would feel very “sick” indeed. James leaned down and resumed his litany
of praise and insults, telling their boy what a slut he was and how much he
craved men’s cocks. That it was all he was good for, that it was what he was
made for. When Remus finally came, he let his dick go soft, still deep in
Harry’s throat. Sheepishly he glanced at James.

“Is it alright if I piss.” James, delighted with the idea, gave the go ahead.
They watched as the stream of piss expanded the boy’s stomach further. It
looked as if the child had eaten too much. And Sirius still hadn’t had his
turn. Still in canine form, Padfoot leapt off the bed, padding around to face
the boy. With an awkward jump and shuffle, he positioned his canine cock over
the boy’s waiting mouth. The huge dog looked at James, asking permission. James
took in the sight. Padfoot’s fur was long and shaggy, but the way he was
standing left Harry’s face visible. This wasn’t the first time that Sirius had
fucked in his dog form. Padfoot was a big dog, but not content with his natural
size, he had enlisted their help. As all three were excellent in
transfiguration, Padfoot now boasted a 10 inch cock and a knot the size of a
baseball. Seeing the red, monstrous cock resting against his son’s lips, James
couldn’t find the strength to say no. Instead, he grinned at his sadistic
friend.

“Your first time being Padfoot’s bitch, are you ready slut?” he whispered in
Harry’s ear. Harry only whimpered. Padfoot wasted no time. With the harsh
thrusts that only a dog was capable of, he violently fucked Harry’s throat. As
his panting grew more intense James and Remus realized the Padfoot planned to
knot the boy’s mouth. They made no move to stop him. The large black dog buried
his cock deep and released the magic preventing his knot from forming. The
flesh stretched the boy’s mouth to its limits. Despite the spell keeping his
mouth open, Harry’s teeth dug into the knot, which only made Padfoot cum
harder. James took a picture. After letting the last of his cum drain into
Harry’s stomach, Padfoot transformed back into a man, cock still lodged in
Harry’s throat. Letting off his own stream of piss, he patted their boy’s
stomach. It was extended nicely.

James looked around and spotted the forgotten jar of cum. While he would have
liked to force it down the boy’s throat, expanding his stomach more, there was
no way it would fit naturally. They would have to spell it down, and while they
could tell the boy he had sleep-walked and ate a midnight snack with the way
his belly was right now, it wouldn’t work if he looked pregnant. Instead, he
spelled the boy so that his ass floated up into the air. With a flick of his
wand, a tendril of cum floated up from the jar and snaked its way into the
boy’s still gaping hole. There was still plenty of room in the boy’s intestines
after all. The spell which prevented the cum from leaking would keep it trapped
inside. It wasn’t enough cum to extend his belly much, but no matter what he
did the next day, their boy would always feel full.

Sated and happy, they removed the toy from the kid, healing the various hickeys
and bruises they had given him. Sirius began to jack the boy off, paying no
attention to how sore the poor boy’s cock must be. At the end, he had Harry
coming with a pinch to the head of his dick. James shook his head. It seems
that Sirius was determined to make the boy a pain slut. They healed his dick
afterwards, mostly. Sirius rezoned that they kid could live with a slightly
sore cock as a reminder. They also left his hole loose. He probably wouldn’t
notice it, too busy feeling his abused throat. In a gesture of kindness, they
did heal it slightly, as they didn’t want to torture the kid. Tucking his son
back into bed, James patted the extended stomach and leaned in for a final
kiss. As they left the room he whispered-

“Goodnight slut.”

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