Fun with Harry, Draco & Blaise

Fun with Harry, Draco and Blaise

Chapter 1

Harry was walking back through the corridors, alone, after doing some homework in the library. It was the final Quidditch game between Gryffindor and Slytherin tomorrow, and Harry knew he would have no time to do the homework if he left it any later.

Thank Merlin it was finally finished. Snape had done it on purpose, of course. The greasy, old bastard would do anything to punish Harry, and Snape’s favourite time for that was before a Gryffindor verse Slytherin Quidditch match. Harry knew the Potion's Professor was doing it as his own way to help the Slytherin team and stop Harry from winning for Gryffindor.

But something was different this year, and Harry had a strange feeling that winning wouldn’t be as easy as it used to be…

Turning a corner, Harry continued down another corridor leading to the Fat Lady. He was sure as soon as he walked through the portrait hole, Ron would be harping to him about tactical offence moves and the overall game plan. Harry had heard the same spiel from Ron over the last two weeks and he was almost ready to hex his redheaded friend onto a broom and direct it to Bermuda!

But since Ron had been made Captian of the Quidditch team, he had been the happiest boy in Hogwarts school, and that's what meant everything to Harry.

Heaving a sign, Harry walked past a door before everything abruptly shifted. He found himself hauled inside the room. It was, incidentally, a boys bathroom Harry managed to note as his arms were painfully twisted behind his back and held into place by someone much bigger and stronger than him.

Across from Harry, another boy was standing there, looking down with the trademark smirk plastered across his face.

“Ahh, here’s our favourite little playmate,” Draco said elegantly, raising Harry’s chin up with the side of his forefinger, “We’ve been waiting all afternoon for you, baby.”

Harry did his best to struggle within the strong grip that held him in place, but he knew that it would be no good. It wasn’t the first time he’d found himself in Blaise’s firm grip.

“Let me go. I don’t want to play right now,” Harry hissed, trying his best to sound strong and intimidating, but it only made the two Slytherin boy’s laugh.

“Aww, our little baby doesn’t want to play,” Blaise mocked, moving his face down into Harry’s exposed neck. He bit down hard, causing Harry to whimper quietly at the pain, before it was soothed with a hot tongue.

Draco’s hand ran from Harry’s chin, up the side of the smaller boy’s face, and found purchase in the messy black hair. He wrenched it back.

“You, my precious little baby, do not have a choice. If we want to play, then we’ll play. And you’re going to be a good boy and enjoy every minute of it.”

Harry whimpered again as the sound of the demanding voice went straight to his prick, making it twitch. Honestly, Harry didn’t really want this, he had never really wanted any part of this sick game the three of them played, but it always felt so good.

Letting go of Harry’s hair, Draco bent down to pick up a coil of white rope that had been sitting on the floor. “Hands in front,” he commanded, and Blaise complied, forcing Harry’s arms in front of him with a bruising grip in his elbows.

He couldn’t help but watch as Draco took absolute pleasure in knotting the white cord around his wrists, pulling it tight, then winding it around a number of times, ensuring no chance of escape. All the while, Blaise continued his assault on Harry’s throat, cheek and ear.

“We’ve got a present for our baby,” Draco murmured, finishing off his final touch to the bonds.

Harry remained silent, wary of what these presents were. There was only one other time before when the two Slytherin’s had given Harry a ‘present’, and that ended up being a ball gag that they strapped between Harry’s teeth for the duration of their playtime.

“Let’s go into one of the cubicles for a bit more privacy,” Draco spoke again, this time directed at Blaise.

Blaise took great pleasure in manoeuvring Harry into the furthest cubicle of the bathroom while Draco followed and latched the door behind them. The cubicle easily held the three boy’s without being too squashed. Harry knew that even though they look like muggle cubicles on the outside, they expanded with the use of magic on the inside, just like the Weasley’s tent or car.

Once behind the safety of the closed door, Harry was firmly sandwiched between the two larger boys, pinning his hands almost directly on top of Draco’s crotch. Draco then lowered his head and viciously took Harry’s lips for a kiss. Behind him, Blaise moved his own hands down, into Harry’s pants, fondling the smaller boy’s growing erection.

Harry whimpered in pleasure and helplessness, squirming some just to test the bounds of the two Slytherin’s.

Draco pulled back and ran one of his thumbs across Harry’s swelling lips, wiping away the dribble that had spilt from their combined mouths.

“We’re going to give you your present now, baby. Remember you have to be quite. If someone hears you…” Draco left the threat open to Harry’s imagination. He knew that if they were heard, they would be reported to a teacher straight away and given detention. But it was the punishment Draco and Blaise would dish that made Harry nod and obey the command.

Draco gave Harry a peck on the tip of his nose, then lifted his bound arms up so that he could loop the cord onto the hook at the back of the stall door. Blaise then used the leverage he had with his hands in Harry’s pants to pull them down.

Blaise and Draco removed a shoe each of Harry’s before divesting the smaller boy’s pants completely. Harry stood in the stall wearing only his shirt and socks, bound with his arms above his head, facing the door.

“What a good little slut,” Blaise cooed, now running his hands over Harry’s rounded arse cheeks.

“Oh, he is. And he’s going to love what we’ve got for him,” Draco replied. Blaise chuckled.

Harry couldn’t help but begin to tremble. He didn’t much like it when they talked about him like he wasn’t there. It was disconcerting.

Noises could be heard through the cubicle as Draco began to rifle through his bag and pulled out what he was looking for.

“Have a look, baby,” Draco said calmly, gripping Harry’s hair so he was forced to look at the bright blue butt-plug that was begin held so close to his face. “Blaise and I decided that you are going to wear this from now, ‘til after the game tomorrow. How does that sound?”

Harry whimpered again and tried to shake his head, no. There was no way he would be able to play with something like that imbedded in his arse. The pain and discomfort of it while riding on a broom would be too much. A tear slipped from a green, glistening eye.

“Aww, don’t cry, baby,” Blaise mocked soothed this time, wiping away the offending tear, “We’re going to enjoy watching you squirm on your broom. You’re going to look so adorable.”

Draco let go of Harry’s hair and moved so he was directly behind the shivering boy. He licked the end of the plug, wetting it just a bit before positioning it at Harry’s entrance.

“You’d better cover his mouth. It’s going to hurt him,” the blonde said seriously, stalling his movements while Blaise gave a jerky nod and covered Harry’s mouth with his broad hand.

Exchanging a smirk with Blaise, Draco then began to push the plug into Harry’s arse. He went as slowly as he possibly could, not to ease the pressure and make it hurt less, but he wanted Harry to feel every centimetre that was being imbedded within his rectum.

Harry did indeed start to sob and cry, twisting and turning, trying to get away from the unnatural invader. Blaise prevented as much movement as he could, gripping Harry tightly with his other arm.

Just before Draco was finished, he held the end and gave it a hard twist, purposely causing Harry to scream past the hand as his tender flesh dragged across the butt-plug. Then, with a final push, the toy was seated within Harry.

“Good boy, baby. It feels good, doesn’t it,” Blaise whispered in Harry’s ear, tonguing it.

“I think our little slut will want to thank us now, Blaise,” Draco decided, and unhooked Harry’s wrists from the bag hook.

The Gryffindor was made to turn around and kneel to face Draco. He whimpered and mewled as the intrusion within him, twisted with his movements. Still bound, Harry then undid Draco’s pants and without any instruction, lent forward and devoured the blonde’s leaking cock.

Moans of pleasure and satisfaction could be heard coming from the cubicle as Draco was sucked off. He smiled to himself knowing that it was Blaise and he that had taught their little Gryffindor all the skills he knew. And boy was he skilled. Tongue fluttering, lips gripping and mouth sucking. Draco let his head fall back and completely loose himself in the sensation.

All the while, Blaise was behind Harry, toying with his hair while slowly working on his own straining member while he waited for his turn.

A few short minutes later Draco tensed and spurted his seed down Harry’s throat. The raven-haired boy already knew the rules of not missing a drop, and Draco watched through dazed eyes as Harry suckled up all of his come.

Not given a moment to rest, Harry was manhandled into an upright position.

“My turn, baby. Play with my dick, just the way I like. I know you love this, you dirty fucking slut,” Blaise said quietly, but with an edge to his voice.

Harry nodded obediently and positioned his bound wrists so he could play with Blaise like he said, doing his best to ignore the plug that had moved again.

“That’s it,” Blaise groaned.

While Harry was occupied, Draco came up behind their plaything and gripped Harry’s own prick, which was still exposed due to his lack of pants. The blonde rubbed the semi-erect dick for only a moment before harshly gripping it tightly enough to bruise.

Harry cried out and his forehead fell onto Blaise’s shoulder.

“Keep going, don’t stop,” Blaise ordered, knowing full well what Draco was up to.

Harry vaguely nodded and kept up the pace on Blaise’s cock.

Draco didn’t show any mercy on the pained boy. One of his hands moved down to cup Harry’s balls, and pinched at the sac encasing them. Harry could not hold back his cries; or the tears that slipped down his cheeks. He knew that his arse would not be the only sore part of his body during the game tomorrow.

The painful pinches and groping didn’t stop until he had finally finished Blaise off.

“Lick it up, baby,” Blaise whispered, and Harry did as told, lifting his bound hands to suck his skin clean of Blaise’s seed.

“What a good baby,” Draco cooed once again, wiping away the fat tears that were still falling from the bright emerald eyes.

Blaise helped Harry step back into his pants and put his shoes back on. “There we are.”

Draco got to work removing the white cord from around Harry’s now chaffed wrists.

“We have one more thing for you, baby,” Draco said, and reached into his pocket to pull out two matching silver bracelets. They were only thin, barely visible when clipped around a wrist each of Harry’s.

“Now don’t take them off, ok Harry? You’ll find out why we gave you these tomorrow during the game.”

Harry nodded. He was sure they would somehow find out if he did remove them.

“And that plug is to stay where it is,” Draco continued. “It is charmed so it can remain it there without causing you any damage, and we added a sticking jinx to it as well, so we know it won’t be going anywhere.”

Harry nodded again, morosely.

With a last thorough kiss from each of the Slytherin boy’s, Harry picked up his bag and allowed to be ushered through the door, sent to bed.

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