A Twisted Web We Weave

CHAPTER 18

Harry sat quietly on the ottoman in front of the fire, staring into its hypnotic flame as Julius casually ran his fingertips back and forth across the boy’s exposed back. The touch made Harry heave but he couldn’t bring himself to draw away from it. Closing his eyes Harry listened to Julius stretch out on his armchair, the man yawning loudly before downing what was left of his brandy, which had gone warm over the course of the evening.

“You’re beautiful you know Potter.” Harry stiffened as he felt Julius lean forward, his breath just ghosting over Harry’s shoulder as the man pulled down the cream blanket Harry had been uselessly trying to cover himself with. Julius’ fingers dipped lower and circled Harry’s waist pulling the boy back against the man’s naked chest as he pressed a kiss to Harry’s neck just above the cold silver collar. “Beautiful, smart, powerful. I can now see what Voldemort see’s in you.” Harry shivered at the mention of the dark lords name. Julius misinterpreted the shiver as pleasure and slowly drew the boys’ chin around so that he could press his lips to Harry’s in a deep kiss. Harry closed his eyes tightly cursing his body that even now was betraying him as Julius drew the cream blanket the rest of the way down, leaving Harry sitting naked on the ottoman. “I knew you’d be a challenge, as soon as I saw you. Those precious eyes, that skin like marble, and that rich glorious laugh. I’d have been a fool not to have you for myself.” Harry’s upper lip trembled precariously as he felt the man behind him stand up, the obvious indicator of the man’s desire now level with Harry’s mouth. “I had every intention of just doing my job when I started at Hogwarts. Get in, kill my brother and get out but you were addictive.” Harry swallowed nervously as he felt Julius’ fingers draw up through his messy hair to grip firmly onto the back of his head. Knowing what was expected Harry opened his mouth and practically gagged as the thick, dripping cock of his captor slid effortlessly between his lips. Julius let out a ragged sigh of relief above him, as he settled himself on Harry’s tongue. “I might have killed you in those first few attempts, unintentionally you have to understand. The potions accident, the dueling club. But you, The great Harry Potter, a skilled occlument just like my brother.” Julius thrust hard into Harry’s stretched mouth, his fingers gripping the back of the boy’s skull tightly as he set the pace. “I should have been more guarded with my thoughts, I should not have pictured my brothers grisly demise in such graphic detail, where anyone might have been able to see had they chosen to look. I protected my thoughts from my brothers inquisitiveness but I failed to protect against the students wandering skills.” Julius continued to thrust rhythmically into Harry’s mouth, tears already beginning to slip from the corner of the boy’s eyes as the salty pre come burnt the back of his throat. “It was only after the dueling club that I realized what had happened. That curse hadn’t even left my lips, yet you were there, on top of me. That toned, supple, body slammed into mine. I was hooked.” Julius grunted as he thrust quicker into Harry’s mouth the man’s cock filling impossibly wider as his orgasm built. “And what a perfect way the potion was to stop you unconsciously reading my mind and foiling my plans while at the same time drawing you to me.” Julius thrust had two more times before drawing completely out of Harry’s mouth still hard.

Harry panted heavily and coughed as he his stretched mouth was finally returned to him. Glancing up from beneath his eyelashes Harry watched as Julius circled him before moving over to the large bed in the center of the room. “Come here Potter.” Shakily Harry stood up from the ottoman and moved stiffly over to stand in front of Julius, who had now reclined casually on the large bed, one hand propping his head up while the other languidly stroked his hard cock. Harry stared at the man horrified by what he knew was going to come, but unable to fight against it. He craved the touch, the whisper of the man’s words on his neck, the vile fingers which had been stuffed up his raw arse for the entire evening meal while Harry had sat on his captor’s knee and fed him. “You put up a fight though didn’t you Potter. You fought the potion all the way, but it was enough to preoccupy your time with something other than reading my thoughts and predicting my next move to kill my brother.” Taking his hand off his cock Julius reached out and grabbed Harry’s wrist pulling the boy onto the bed with him. Harry obediently followed. Harry had read enough of Seamus Finnegan’s queer porn to know what males did together. Harry had even let Fred Weasley suck his cock during his fifth year summer break but he’d never, ever considered fucking another man. He wasn’t even queer, or so he thought. Judging by the way his body was automatically reacting to having Julius’ hand wrapped around his prick though, made him quite unsure of himself. He tried desperately to tell himself it was just the potion making him do these things, but inwardly he wondered if it wasn’t the potion at all.

“Quite a handful aren’t you Potter.” For emphasis Julius squeezed Harry’s cock lying semi erect in his palm. Harry gasped a little, and Julius took the opportunity to rash the boy’s mouth yet again. Panting for want of air, Harry drew back from Julius kiss as the man scooted up to the top of the bed, propping himself up against the padded headboard. “Come sit on my lap.” Harry shivered as he crawled forward towards Julius the man’s emerald gaze flashing dangerously like a predatory animal. Harry’s tight virgin hole was still twitching from Julius’ fingers, which had been wedged up there for the entire dinner. The man had used very little lubricant and judging from the way Julius held his prick waiting for Harry to sit down on it, the man was not intending to use anymore now either. The fingers had hurt at first, had burnt and irritated him but he’d grown used to it after the hour and half of dinner, almost sighing in loss as Julius had finally pulled his fingers free at the end of dinner before ordering him upstairs. Nervously Harry approached Julius, straddling the man’s lap and shaking a little as he felt the stick wet tip of the man’s engorged member slap obscenely against his puckered entrance. “Come along Potter, relax your thighs and slide onto it, I’m waiting and my patients is running thin.” For emphasis Julius nudged his cock against Harry’s entrance again and the boy hissed as the pre come stung the already stretched opening. Biting his lip and closing his eyes Harry lifted himself up a little more before taking a deep breath and sitting down fully on the man’s hard prick.

The pain was instant and Harry gasped audibly as the impossibly large cock slide dryly into his arse, stretching and most likely tearing. With tears now streaking down his cheeks Harry collapsed against Julius’ shoulder still biting his lip so that he wouldn’t cry out. Julius had warned him firmly when they’d first entered the bedroom that he wasn’t to utter a word. Harry felt Julius’ chest heave the man obviously overtaken by the sensation of plunging into the sinfully tight heat of his lover. “Fuck me, you’re tighter than your father was.” Julius hissed against Harry’s neck as he bit into the boy’s shoulder as he regained his control. There was silence for a moment and Harry merely stared blankly at the headboard over Julius’ shoulder as he tried to block out the searing pain, while at the same time control the sudden urge he now had to impale himself deeper on the man. “Ride me.” The command was low, almost velvet rich in timbre as Julius licked a path up from his bite mark on Harry’s shoulder to suck erotically on the boy’s ear lobe. Harry was powerless to stop himself his mind screaming to not do it, even as his body began to rock rhythmically on Julius’ member.

Harry wasn’t sure how long he impaled himself back and forth on Julius cock for, his mind stubbornly shutting down as his traitorous body followed every command his captor made. It was completely exhausting trying to fight it and Harry gave up as he felt the hot searing wave of warmth that erupted inside of him, as finally Julius came. The man barely flinched at his orgasm; the only indication it was coming was the slight tightening of the man’s thighs beneath Harry’s arse cheeks. Glancing down at himself Harry was disgusted to see that he too had come, his own sticky essence having splashed out onto Julius’ stomach. Surprisingly Harry hadn’t even felt his orgasm, instead he was numb. Quick to recover Julius pushed Harry off him, the boy obediently curling up onto the corner of the bed like an injured puppy as Julius stood up and drew his black silk robe around him. Stalking over to the side of his bed Julius poured himself another glass of brandy from the decanter onto of the fire surround before pulling a long gold cord that dangled from the ceiling.

Harry could feel the unmistakable fluid beginning to slip down the backs of his thighs and the burn he’d felt at the first penetration was back full force. With tears still glistening in his eyes Harry watched in humiliation as the door to the bedroom was opened and Hamish stepped inside, dressed in his usual white pants and soft black boots. Harry watched as Hamish’ gaze flickered over to him lying curled up on the bed before the boy instantly looked back at Julius who was now reclining against the dresser, the balloon of brandy swilling carefully in his hand.

“Pierce him.” Harry didn’t know what Julius meant by his words but watched as Hamish nodded obediently and moved over to the draw beside the bed. Harry watched in fear as Hamish drew out a long silver needle, a piece of cotton, along with a blue vile of potion. Harry shuddered painfully as Hamish grabbed hold of his arm and dragged him over to the fire. Standing naked, his own blood and Julius’ come now running down the backs of his legs from his torn arsehole, Harry watched as Hamish knelt on the rug at his feet. Easily the boy slipped the end of the needle into the fire, resting it there to heat up while took the cotton square and soaked a corner of it in the blue potion from the vile. Harry almost instinctively knew what was going to Harry as Hamish took a firm grip on his cock and slipped his thumb beneath Harry’s foreskin. Harry was powerless to do anything as he stared horrified up at Julius who was still leaning against the chest of draws on the other side of the room sipping his brandy. With care Hamish applied the blue soaked cotton to the end of Harry’s cock. A numbness surrounded the head as the potion worked and Harry didn’t even flinch as he watched the other boy pick up the now hot needle and position it in the middle of little flap of skin. Harry held his breath as he watched the silver needle penetrate the skin, Hamish’ firm grip not letting go until the needle was the entire way through, it’s ends sticking out either side of the flap. Harry’s eyes watered a little. He knew it had to hurt, it really did have to hurt, but he couldn’t feel a thing.

A shadow fell over Hamish and Harry looked up to see Julius standing beside him, a small silver ring nestled between his thumb and forefinger. Hanging from the ring was the tiniest diamond droplet. Silently Julius handed Hamish the ring and the boy nodded obediently. With another rub of the potion soaked cloth over the end of Harry’s cock, Hamish slid the needle free before pushing the end of the silver ring through the hole it had left behind, securely clasping it together with a click. Finally Hamish let go of Harry’s cock, letting it flop back into rest. Julius stared at the glittering ring for a moment a sick smile turning up the corners of his lips.

“Beautiful. Now get out, the both of you.” With a sharp snap Julius strode over to his desk in front of the only window in the room, and sat down. Harry felt weak all of a sudden as he watched the man draw out a spare piece of parchment and a quill, paying neither of the boy’s any attention what so ever. Harry felt a tug on his arm and obediently followed Hamish who replaced the equipment into the draw beside the bed before leading Harry out of the chamber.

Harry was led blindly, naked, sore and tired along the darkened hallway of the manor. Hamish came to a closed door and with a soft knock opened it. It was bathroom, clean and fresh. Inside Harry saw Paris sitting on the edge of a bath filled with steaming water. The instant Harry stepped inside Paris stood up and walked determinedly over to the boy.

“Well done, the first is always the worst. Now come on, we’ll sort you out before you go to bed.” Harry nodded dimly still feeling extremely weak and numb over what he’d just done. Hamish and Paris helped him into the bath and as they washed him, and took care of his hurts Harry finally allowed his sobs to reach the surface as he cried openly in pain and anguish.

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>


A/N OWWWWWWW! Okay I wrote this with my legs crossed in sympathy sorry if I made your eyes water...