On Fire

A/N Ok, so this is a one-shot, but I might possibly write more. It's not strictly slash, but I think of it in a slash kinda way, and if I do write more then it'll be HP/SS probably.

This is a plot *cough* smut bunny thats been hopping round in my head for years and I've always hoped that I'll stumble across someone else who's written it, but alas, I've decided to write it myself, not at all as well as I imagine someone else would, but you can't have everything. So. Enjoy.

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Harry groaned as his arse was plundered for the thousandth time by the massive black dildo. He couldn’t believe he’d finally worked up the courage to do this. He’d been working on it for months, looking up spells in anonymously owl-ordered books, getting various toys delivered to an abandoned but not neglected looking house, about a half-hours flight from Hogwarts – he was still amazed that the muggle postal system delivered to such a remote location. All that time he’d never really thought he’d have to guts to carry his plan through to fruition. He’d tried some bits out, daring to bind his cock up with some string, timed til he could come, while lying down and driving a dildo into his arse, but never more than one or two things at once. Now here he was, on his bed, as he’d only wished for. It was Ron deciding to go home for the Christmas break that decided him. He was the only Gryffindor over a 3rd year left at Hogwarts, even so he’d charmed his curtains closed and layered silencing charms on them, you can never be too careful. The hardest part had been dropping his wand, he’d had a list of what to do – bind his cock and balls up, set the magically dildo in his arse to randomly vary speed and angle, enchant a paddle to slam down on his arse from time to time, bind his nipples, legs, arms, everything etc etc. all of these needed to be charmed to stop a minute or so after his cock was released of its confines, so hopefully he just would’ve come like never before.

The last charm he used bound his arms above his head, then all he had to do was drop his wand and leave himself at the mercy of his magic.

So now Harry knelt on his bed, he felt as though he was floating, his balls were on fire; the harsh cord he’d wrapped around them felt as though it was twisting and turning even though he was sure it couldn’t be. His cock was on fire; around the base was a heavy metal ring that went about half way up, squeezing him tight, while the upper half was being massaged by an invisible hand, and the head being clasped by invisible clamps. His arse-cheeks was on fire; the paddle seemingly had a mind of its own slamming into his bum – leaving him burning up. His hole was on fire; the dildo – while meant to be varying speeds seemed to be stuck on fast and furious. His nipples were on fire; tiny teeth on the clamps loosening and tightening constantly – always keeping him alert. Harry moaned harder into his gag, throwing his head back, arching, he couldn’t believe the half hour wasn’t up yet, he wanted desperately to come; he never wanted this to end.

It felt like he’d been there forever, Harry’d moved on from moaning to keening, tension ripe through his tight bound body. When his cock and balls feel free it was so expected Harry almost forgot to come, but the invisible hand still worked on his prick, the paddle still rattled his arse and the dildo still banged his butthole and Harry was driven over the end, coming like never before slumping, bonelessly in his bonds, moaning gentle at the continued stimulation of his sore exhausted body. Everything else disappeared moments later leaving Harry to crumble to his bedsheets and fall in to the deepest, most enjoyable sleep he’d had in a long time.

A/N. So, did you like? Should I write more? Can you just imagine Harry starting to do this all the time and getting caught like I can?
(No promises of more, as I'm not very good at sticking with one thing, but we'll see)