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Torn in Two
Chapter Number/Total: 18/20
Chapter Title: Torn in Two
Words: 3046 Words
Betas: roonilwaz
Draco pulled out the robes he wore for visits to the Dark Lord's mansion, staring at them. He hoped he would never have to put them on again. He wanted to burn them right then, grab Harry and run. He didn't know if he could face this. Harry had changed everything for him.
Harry sat on the bed behind him, quietly thinking about what was supposed to happen that day. If he just concentrated on what would happen after, Harry could stay calm.
Draco finished dressing and then turned to Harry. He picked up the collar they had made. It looked like a leather slave collar. It was, however, also a Portkey. They had had to work hard to make all their preparations and Draco didn't want to risk something going wrong without a way out. He had fucked Harry that morning, making sure he would have the time he needed to heal after. If there was an after. He reached to buckle the collar in place around Harry's neck.
Harry reached up to touch it when he was done, looking up at Draco.
Draco smiled down into those green eyes. "I need you to live," he told him. "I need you."
Harry smiled a bit and nodded, reaching for Draco's hand. "And I want you."
Draco pressed Harry's hand to his own face for a minute, still looking at him. "I am going to give you a couple potions before we leave," he said. "They should make it easier."
"Thank you," Harry whispered, running a thumb over Draco's cheek.
Draco sighed and stepped back. He handed Harry one of the vials beside the bed. Then he finished putting the last of their things in the bag on the bed. It contained their Muggle money and clothing, some potions, and some basic items they would need. Draco drew his wand and shrunk the bag, putting it in a hidden pocket of his robes.
Harry looked at the potion before he slowly drank it, making a slight face at the taste. "What does it do?" Harry asked.
"It will slow down blood flow," Draco said. "May keep you from bleeding out before I can heal you."
Harry closed his eyes and nodded, trying to hold back a shudder.
"The other one is for pain," Draco said, indicating another potion on the table.
"I won't feel it?" Harry asked, reaching for it so he could drink it.
"You'll still feel it," Draco sighed. "It would be dangerous for us if you didn't and they knew it. It will just...feel good too. Like that spell I did before."
"Oh." Harry looked at the vial again before he drank it. "It'll keep me hard?"
"It will make you feel pleasure," Draco corrected, "at any type of touch."
"Oh, even when it hurts," Harry said, setting the vial down.
"Yes, anything," Draco agreed with a shudder. Then he touched Harry's cheek to test the reaction.
Harry didn't feel anything at first, but then he felt a small spark of pleasure, his eyelids fluttering. "Ah!"
Draco nodded, pulling his hand back. "Are you ready?" he asked.
"Ready as I can be," Harry whispered.
Draco had to suppress the urge to activate the Portkey now, to run away. He nodded and took Harry by the upper arm, Apparating them to Voldemort's mansion.
Harry knelt down as soon as they landed, his head down.
Macnair was standing with his arms crossed, leering at them when they entered the mansion. "Nice to see you again so soon," he said, glancing down at Potter too.
Draco rolled his eyes, holding the box of potions. "Macnair," he acknowledged.
Harry tensed a bit at Macnair's voice, but didn't look up.
"He is waiting for you," Macnair said, then added, "they all are."
Draco took a couple deep breaths and then walked with his usual arrogant posture to the Throne Room.
Harry followed behind him, silently preparing himself for whatever they were going to do.
Draco winced when he saw the chains hanging from the ceiling and the raised stone slab in the centre of the room. This was very bad. He tried to feign indifference as he knelt on the steps before Voldemort.
Harry sat back on his heels, but kept his head down. He was used to this part by now.
Voldemort let him stay on his knees, silent for a minute. The rest of the room had quieted as well, listening. "Malfoy," the Dark Lord hissed, "I am told you were not happy to receive Macnair as a guest this week."
Draco swallowed. "I do not like changes in my routine," he replied.
"And does your routine include playing Quidditch with your slave?" Voldemort asked. There was some snickering over that from the others.
Harry swallowed. Macnair had seen them. He wondered if that would mean a harder time today.
"It does if it amuses me," Draco said. "I wanted to beat him in more ways than one." The answer seemed to please Voldemort, who smiled. That was always a frightening sight itself.
"Well, Malfoy," the monster said slowly, "then show us some sport. I think you have had the fallen hero long enough. It is time to share your toy."
Harry bit his lip and took a deep breath. He knew there would come a time when he would be used by more than one person, but it frightened him.
Draco tried to control the tremor in his body. "I...understand," he said. He backed up, standing, leaving the potions on the step and walking to the slab in the centre.
Harry slowly followed him, feeling as though this were some kind of walk to his death. He honestly hoped it wasn't.
Draco clenched his teeth, reached down and yanked Harry up by his hair, pulling him harshly onto the slab.
Harry grunted, blinking away the tears from nearly having his hair ripped out. Yet, he also felt a thrill of pleasure.
"Our turn," came a familiar voice as two robed figures stepped out of the crowd. Draco looked up, startled to see his old school "friends" Crabbe and Goyle. He looked back at Voldemort and found the Dark Lord nodding in response.
Harry shivered on the stone when he heard the voices, not recognizing them, but knowing that it really no longer mattered to him who they were.
Crabbe laughed at the look of disgust on Draco's face. "You can join in, pretty boy," he sneered, "or get out of my way."
Draco froze, trying to decide which would most likely aid their survival.
Harry curled up on the stone, wishing he could hide behind something or someone and pretend he wasn't there.
Draco stepped back but stayed nearby, in case he had a chance to intervene.
"On your hands and knees, Potter," Goyle snapped, wand ready.
Harry swallowed and turned over, slowly rising up on his hands and knees.
"Now that's a pretty sight, ain't it Drac?" drawled Crabbe. "Do you fuck him every day? I guess you'd have to." Goyle snickered again. "Chain him," Crabbe said, and Goyle began manacling Harry.
As they did it, Harry experimentally tugged at them, gasping softly. They were tight and there was no way he could get out of them.
Crabbe raised his wand and cast the Cruciatus Curse on Harry.
Harry jerked and screamed, feeling as though there were a thousand knives stabbing him at once.
"Is that all you can do, Cruciatus?" Draco drawled. He needed Harry’s mind intact. He could heal Harry’s body but not madness. And the potion wouldn’t help with Cruciatus pain.
Crabbe frowned and ended the spell. "You have a better idea?" he asked.
"What’s the fun in just casting a spell when you can touch him?" Draco asked.
"Yeah, let's do something," Goyle agreed.
Harry panted from where he lay, wondering why Draco wanted them to do more than just this. Then he remembered the potion.
Goyle reached for him then, grabbing Harry's hair and yanking him forward to the edge of the slab. He slapped Harry then. "A whore is what you are now, Potter," the man sneered as he unbuttoned his robes in front.
Harry cried out, his head snapping to the side. Even as he felt the pain, there was a strange feeling of pleasure underneath it all.
Goyle, predictably, pulled out his cock, half-hard already. "Suck me, Potter," he ordered.
Harry looked back at him and leant close, his mouth opening for him. Goyle was right. He was a whore.
Draco stood with hands clenched, watching.
Goyle shoved his cock into Harry's open mouth. "Come on, whore," he said.
Harry tightened his lips around his cock and sucked as hard as he could, hoping it would move things along quickly.
Crabbe smirked as he walked to the other end of Potter, sliding a hand over the chained man's skin as he went.
The touch, which should've made him cringe away in disgust, made him shiver and moan softly around Goyle's cock, the reaction surprising him.
Draco swallowed hard. He hadn't realised how difficult it would be to see Harry respond like that to someone else. Especially that pair. He set his face into a mask of indifference while his stomach felt sick.
Crabbe laughed and then slapped Harry's arse hard.
Harry jerked, another moan escaping him. He wasn't sure if he liked the potion now; he didn't want to react this way to their touches.
Goyle began to thrust into Harry's mouth. "Such a good whore," he sneered.
Crabbe cast a Transfiguration spell on a pen and it became a long, thin cane. He drew it back and brought it down hard across Harry's arse.
Harry cried out, his cock slowly hardening as his teeth accidentally brushed over Goyle's cock.
Goyle twisted his hand in Harry's hair. "Cut me and I will cut your throat," he threatened.
Harry whimpered and nodded, the hand in his hair sending more sparks of pleasure over him. Tears welled up in his eyes. He didn't want to come like this.
Crabbe hit Harry again and again, leaving long red welts on his arse and up his back.
Harry cried as he continued, even though he was hard and leaking. It was so strange to have two strong and opposing feelings like pain and pleasure at once.
Blood began to drip down Harry's sides from the beating and Draco swallowed his revulsion as he saw Harry getting more and more aroused. He knew it was his fault. All of this. But he couldn't stop it.
Goyle growled loudly, coming in Harry's mouth and yanking even harder on the man's hair.
Harry nearly choked on the fluid, most of it just leaking out the sides of his mouth as he moaned.
Goyle was muttering a string of obscenities and finally pulled back. "Such a sweet fucking mouth on this whore," he told his friend.
Crabbe was looking over his handiwork and grinned. "Let's see if his arse is just as good," he suggested, moving behind Harry.
Harry was already exhausted and he knew that was just the beginning. It felt as though his arse and back were on fire from the caning, but his erection stayed strong.
Crabbe grabbed Harry by the ankle shackles and pulled hard so that the man fell flat, belly and cock hitting the slab and feet dangling off the sides.
Harry cried out loudly, his body throbbing with the pain along with the pleasure.
Draco took an involuntary step forward before he caught himself.
Crabbe had already pulled his erect cock out. He coated it in Potter's blood, laughed and then shoved inside the chained man.
Harry groaned, his body tensing up as he tried to adjust to the feeling.
Crabbe pounded hard, Potter's hips bouncing against the marble slab with each thrust.
Harry was sobbing again, trying to arch away from the pain instead of push back like his body wanted him to.
Goyle had gotten hard again, watching. He stroked himself with a grin on his face.
Draco was fighting the urge to rip that grin off the man's face. He wanted to tear them both into small pieces. He could feel his own control slipping as the scene continued.
"Wanna share?" Crabbe asked Goyle when he saw him.
Harry pressed his cheek against the slab, the cold feeling good against his heated skin. He didn't know what Crabbe meant.
Crabbe pulled out. "Up on your knees again, Potter," he barked, slapping Harry's torn arse.
Harry struggled to push himself up, his arms and legs shaking.
Crabbe grabbed Harry by the back of the collar he wore and yanked him back on his knees so he was no longer leaning forward.
Draco nearly stepped in then. The collar was a Portkey. If anyone figured it out, they were dead.
Harry cried out weakly, the collar choking him.
Goyle lay down in the blood where Harry had been, cock standing erect from his robes still. "Sit on it, whore," he snapped at Potter.
Harry nervously looked down at him before he slowly moved forward and sat down on Goyle's cock, his own twitching against his stomach.
"Yes, fuck him, you whore," Crabbe sneered from where he still stood behind Harry.
Harry was trembling, his entire body shaking as he continued to cry. He wouldn't look up at anyone, not even at Draco. He was too ashamed.
Goyle reached up and grabbed Harry by the collar, yanking forward until Harry was lying on the man's chest, cock still in his arse.
Harry pressed his face into the rough fabric of his robes, feeling like this was the only way he could hide.
Draco closed his eyes then, knowing what was coming next, and unable to watch without becoming sick.
Crabbe slid the head of his cock against Harry's arse, coating it in blood again as he rubbed the welts on the man's arse.
Harry whimpered again, his voice muffled against Goyle's robes. Despite everything, he was still hard, his erection pressed against his stomach.
Crabbe slid his cock down the cleft of Harry's arse to where Harry was impaled on Goyle's cock, rubbing against that place where Goyle stretched him.
Harry almost pushed back against the feeling, but stopped himself. He still didn't understand what was happening.
"We are going to open you up, slut," Crabbe sneered, reaching a finger down and working it in alongside his friend's cock.
"No," Harry moaned against the robes, feeling himself tense up again as he felt the finger.
Goyle was still holding the collar, keeping Harry trapped against him. Crabbe hooked his finger inside Harry and began to pull, stretching his opening roughly.
"Stop!" Harry cried out, beginning to sob again as the pain ripped through his body. It was then that he finally figured out what Crabbe meant. "No...please..."
"Gonna rip you wide open," Crabbe said, laughing as he pulled harder. Goyle grabbed Harry's hair with his hand that wasn't holding the collar, grip so hard it was ripping hair.
Harry began to struggle, pulling hard at the chains that held him down. All he could feel was the pain, but even then it still felt good.
Then he felt the head of the second man’s cock pressing into that stretched and torn flesh alongside Goyle's.
Harry began to scream, struggling as hard as he could even though he knew there was no point. They wouldn’t have mercy.
There was laughter in the room and the sounds of other people getting off to this. Draco kept his eyes closed, shaking as Potter's screams grew louder.
Crabbe pushed in, indeed mercilessly, until his cock was alongside Goyle's. Then he took hold of Potter's hips and began to rock the man's body onto both their cocks. It was clear the two men had done this before because they began to coordinate their movements so they could fuck Harry together.
It hurt so much, but it felt so good, and Harry couldn't take it. His wrists and ankles were rubbed raw by the manacles around them, and he almost sure one of his wrists was broken. He screamed until his throat was raw and all that would come out were rough sobs, his face wet with tears.
It was brutal then, with both men shoving themselves hard into Potter's body. Draco made the mistake of opening his eyes when the screaming seemed to stop and nearly vomited then. Blood was everywhere and the other two were enjoying Harry's pain with such abandon. They thrust and pulled and shoved Harry in this sick game until finally one of them began to come and then they both were filling Potter with their seed.
And the entire time Harry stayed painfully hard, not allowed to come until he was told to. Harry wasn't even all there, his mind floating in between unconsciousness and reality.
Draco had forgotten about the command to come, too distraught over the events in front of him to even remember that.
Crabbe half-lifted Potter's body, pulling him off both their cocks and then pulling him up so that Goyle could get out from under. Then Crabbe dropped Harry back on the slab like something used and dead.
Harry didn't bother to move, letting out a small sigh from where he lay. It was over and he had made it. He nearly smiled, his vision swimming red and black at the edges.
The sound of Harry's body hitting the slab brought Draco out of his horror. He glanced over at Voldemort, having to swallow his revulsion as he saw the creature tucking his own cock back into his robes.
Harry closed his eyes and waited, waited for Draco to walk over and Apparate them away from all of this. He felt distant from everything, even his own body.
Draco schooled his face into that mask of calm and went to kneel before the Dark Lord again. "May I remove my slave?" he asked.
Voldemort laughed. "But he is still alive and we haven't seen you do anything this evening, Malfoy."
Draco shivered; the idea of having to perform right now was revolting to him.
Harry could hear Voldemort through the blood rushing in his ears. He didn't know if he could handle anymore.
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Chapter Title: Torn in Two
Words: 3046 Words
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Draco pulled out the robes he wore for visits to the Dark Lord's mansion, staring at them. He hoped he would never have to put them on again. He wanted to burn them right then, grab Harry and run. He didn't know if he could face this. Harry had changed everything for him.
Harry sat on the bed behind him, quietly thinking about what was supposed to happen that day. If he just concentrated on what would happen after, Harry could stay calm.
Draco finished dressing and then turned to Harry. He picked up the collar they had made. It looked like a leather slave collar. It was, however, also a Portkey. They had had to work hard to make all their preparations and Draco didn't want to risk something going wrong without a way out. He had fucked Harry that morning, making sure he would have the time he needed to heal after. If there was an after. He reached to buckle the collar in place around Harry's neck.
Harry reached up to touch it when he was done, looking up at Draco.
Draco smiled down into those green eyes. "I need you to live," he told him. "I need you."
Harry smiled a bit and nodded, reaching for Draco's hand. "And I want you."
Draco pressed Harry's hand to his own face for a minute, still looking at him. "I am going to give you a couple potions before we leave," he said. "They should make it easier."
"Thank you," Harry whispered, running a thumb over Draco's cheek.
Draco sighed and stepped back. He handed Harry one of the vials beside the bed. Then he finished putting the last of their things in the bag on the bed. It contained their Muggle money and clothing, some potions, and some basic items they would need. Draco drew his wand and shrunk the bag, putting it in a hidden pocket of his robes.
Harry looked at the potion before he slowly drank it, making a slight face at the taste. "What does it do?" Harry asked.
"It will slow down blood flow," Draco said. "May keep you from bleeding out before I can heal you."
Harry closed his eyes and nodded, trying to hold back a shudder.
"The other one is for pain," Draco said, indicating another potion on the table.
"I won't feel it?" Harry asked, reaching for it so he could drink it.
"You'll still feel it," Draco sighed. "It would be dangerous for us if you didn't and they knew it. It will just...feel good too. Like that spell I did before."
"Oh." Harry looked at the vial again before he drank it. "It'll keep me hard?"
"It will make you feel pleasure," Draco corrected, "at any type of touch."
"Oh, even when it hurts," Harry said, setting the vial down.
"Yes, anything," Draco agreed with a shudder. Then he touched Harry's cheek to test the reaction.
Harry didn't feel anything at first, but then he felt a small spark of pleasure, his eyelids fluttering. "Ah!"
Draco nodded, pulling his hand back. "Are you ready?" he asked.
"Ready as I can be," Harry whispered.
Draco had to suppress the urge to activate the Portkey now, to run away. He nodded and took Harry by the upper arm, Apparating them to Voldemort's mansion.
Harry knelt down as soon as they landed, his head down.
Macnair was standing with his arms crossed, leering at them when they entered the mansion. "Nice to see you again so soon," he said, glancing down at Potter too.
Draco rolled his eyes, holding the box of potions. "Macnair," he acknowledged.
Harry tensed a bit at Macnair's voice, but didn't look up.
"He is waiting for you," Macnair said, then added, "they all are."
Draco took a couple deep breaths and then walked with his usual arrogant posture to the Throne Room.
Harry followed behind him, silently preparing himself for whatever they were going to do.
Draco winced when he saw the chains hanging from the ceiling and the raised stone slab in the centre of the room. This was very bad. He tried to feign indifference as he knelt on the steps before Voldemort.
Harry sat back on his heels, but kept his head down. He was used to this part by now.
Voldemort let him stay on his knees, silent for a minute. The rest of the room had quieted as well, listening. "Malfoy," the Dark Lord hissed, "I am told you were not happy to receive Macnair as a guest this week."
Draco swallowed. "I do not like changes in my routine," he replied.
"And does your routine include playing Quidditch with your slave?" Voldemort asked. There was some snickering over that from the others.
Harry swallowed. Macnair had seen them. He wondered if that would mean a harder time today.
"It does if it amuses me," Draco said. "I wanted to beat him in more ways than one." The answer seemed to please Voldemort, who smiled. That was always a frightening sight itself.
"Well, Malfoy," the monster said slowly, "then show us some sport. I think you have had the fallen hero long enough. It is time to share your toy."
Harry bit his lip and took a deep breath. He knew there would come a time when he would be used by more than one person, but it frightened him.
Draco tried to control the tremor in his body. "I...understand," he said. He backed up, standing, leaving the potions on the step and walking to the slab in the centre.
Harry slowly followed him, feeling as though this were some kind of walk to his death. He honestly hoped it wasn't.
Draco clenched his teeth, reached down and yanked Harry up by his hair, pulling him harshly onto the slab.
Harry grunted, blinking away the tears from nearly having his hair ripped out. Yet, he also felt a thrill of pleasure.
"Our turn," came a familiar voice as two robed figures stepped out of the crowd. Draco looked up, startled to see his old school "friends" Crabbe and Goyle. He looked back at Voldemort and found the Dark Lord nodding in response.
Harry shivered on the stone when he heard the voices, not recognizing them, but knowing that it really no longer mattered to him who they were.
Crabbe laughed at the look of disgust on Draco's face. "You can join in, pretty boy," he sneered, "or get out of my way."
Draco froze, trying to decide which would most likely aid their survival.
Harry curled up on the stone, wishing he could hide behind something or someone and pretend he wasn't there.
Draco stepped back but stayed nearby, in case he had a chance to intervene.
"On your hands and knees, Potter," Goyle snapped, wand ready.
Harry swallowed and turned over, slowly rising up on his hands and knees.
"Now that's a pretty sight, ain't it Drac?" drawled Crabbe. "Do you fuck him every day? I guess you'd have to." Goyle snickered again. "Chain him," Crabbe said, and Goyle began manacling Harry.
As they did it, Harry experimentally tugged at them, gasping softly. They were tight and there was no way he could get out of them.
Crabbe raised his wand and cast the Cruciatus Curse on Harry.
Harry jerked and screamed, feeling as though there were a thousand knives stabbing him at once.
"Is that all you can do, Cruciatus?" Draco drawled. He needed Harry’s mind intact. He could heal Harry’s body but not madness. And the potion wouldn’t help with Cruciatus pain.
Crabbe frowned and ended the spell. "You have a better idea?" he asked.
"What’s the fun in just casting a spell when you can touch him?" Draco asked.
"Yeah, let's do something," Goyle agreed.
Harry panted from where he lay, wondering why Draco wanted them to do more than just this. Then he remembered the potion.
Goyle reached for him then, grabbing Harry's hair and yanking him forward to the edge of the slab. He slapped Harry then. "A whore is what you are now, Potter," the man sneered as he unbuttoned his robes in front.
Harry cried out, his head snapping to the side. Even as he felt the pain, there was a strange feeling of pleasure underneath it all.
Goyle, predictably, pulled out his cock, half-hard already. "Suck me, Potter," he ordered.
Harry looked back at him and leant close, his mouth opening for him. Goyle was right. He was a whore.
Draco stood with hands clenched, watching.
Goyle shoved his cock into Harry's open mouth. "Come on, whore," he said.
Harry tightened his lips around his cock and sucked as hard as he could, hoping it would move things along quickly.
Crabbe smirked as he walked to the other end of Potter, sliding a hand over the chained man's skin as he went.
The touch, which should've made him cringe away in disgust, made him shiver and moan softly around Goyle's cock, the reaction surprising him.
Draco swallowed hard. He hadn't realised how difficult it would be to see Harry respond like that to someone else. Especially that pair. He set his face into a mask of indifference while his stomach felt sick.
Crabbe laughed and then slapped Harry's arse hard.
Harry jerked, another moan escaping him. He wasn't sure if he liked the potion now; he didn't want to react this way to their touches.
Goyle began to thrust into Harry's mouth. "Such a good whore," he sneered.
Crabbe cast a Transfiguration spell on a pen and it became a long, thin cane. He drew it back and brought it down hard across Harry's arse.
Harry cried out, his cock slowly hardening as his teeth accidentally brushed over Goyle's cock.
Goyle twisted his hand in Harry's hair. "Cut me and I will cut your throat," he threatened.
Harry whimpered and nodded, the hand in his hair sending more sparks of pleasure over him. Tears welled up in his eyes. He didn't want to come like this.
Crabbe hit Harry again and again, leaving long red welts on his arse and up his back.
Harry cried as he continued, even though he was hard and leaking. It was so strange to have two strong and opposing feelings like pain and pleasure at once.
Blood began to drip down Harry's sides from the beating and Draco swallowed his revulsion as he saw Harry getting more and more aroused. He knew it was his fault. All of this. But he couldn't stop it.
Goyle growled loudly, coming in Harry's mouth and yanking even harder on the man's hair.
Harry nearly choked on the fluid, most of it just leaking out the sides of his mouth as he moaned.
Goyle was muttering a string of obscenities and finally pulled back. "Such a sweet fucking mouth on this whore," he told his friend.
Crabbe was looking over his handiwork and grinned. "Let's see if his arse is just as good," he suggested, moving behind Harry.
Harry was already exhausted and he knew that was just the beginning. It felt as though his arse and back were on fire from the caning, but his erection stayed strong.
Crabbe grabbed Harry by the ankle shackles and pulled hard so that the man fell flat, belly and cock hitting the slab and feet dangling off the sides.
Harry cried out loudly, his body throbbing with the pain along with the pleasure.
Draco took an involuntary step forward before he caught himself.
Crabbe had already pulled his erect cock out. He coated it in Potter's blood, laughed and then shoved inside the chained man.
Harry groaned, his body tensing up as he tried to adjust to the feeling.
Crabbe pounded hard, Potter's hips bouncing against the marble slab with each thrust.
Harry was sobbing again, trying to arch away from the pain instead of push back like his body wanted him to.
Goyle had gotten hard again, watching. He stroked himself with a grin on his face.
Draco was fighting the urge to rip that grin off the man's face. He wanted to tear them both into small pieces. He could feel his own control slipping as the scene continued.
"Wanna share?" Crabbe asked Goyle when he saw him.
Harry pressed his cheek against the slab, the cold feeling good against his heated skin. He didn't know what Crabbe meant.
Crabbe pulled out. "Up on your knees again, Potter," he barked, slapping Harry's torn arse.
Harry struggled to push himself up, his arms and legs shaking.
Crabbe grabbed Harry by the back of the collar he wore and yanked him back on his knees so he was no longer leaning forward.
Draco nearly stepped in then. The collar was a Portkey. If anyone figured it out, they were dead.
Harry cried out weakly, the collar choking him.
Goyle lay down in the blood where Harry had been, cock standing erect from his robes still. "Sit on it, whore," he snapped at Potter.
Harry nervously looked down at him before he slowly moved forward and sat down on Goyle's cock, his own twitching against his stomach.
"Yes, fuck him, you whore," Crabbe sneered from where he still stood behind Harry.
Harry was trembling, his entire body shaking as he continued to cry. He wouldn't look up at anyone, not even at Draco. He was too ashamed.
Goyle reached up and grabbed Harry by the collar, yanking forward until Harry was lying on the man's chest, cock still in his arse.
Harry pressed his face into the rough fabric of his robes, feeling like this was the only way he could hide.
Draco closed his eyes then, knowing what was coming next, and unable to watch without becoming sick.
Crabbe slid the head of his cock against Harry's arse, coating it in blood again as he rubbed the welts on the man's arse.
Harry whimpered again, his voice muffled against Goyle's robes. Despite everything, he was still hard, his erection pressed against his stomach.
Crabbe slid his cock down the cleft of Harry's arse to where Harry was impaled on Goyle's cock, rubbing against that place where Goyle stretched him.
Harry almost pushed back against the feeling, but stopped himself. He still didn't understand what was happening.
"We are going to open you up, slut," Crabbe sneered, reaching a finger down and working it in alongside his friend's cock.
"No," Harry moaned against the robes, feeling himself tense up again as he felt the finger.
Goyle was still holding the collar, keeping Harry trapped against him. Crabbe hooked his finger inside Harry and began to pull, stretching his opening roughly.
"Stop!" Harry cried out, beginning to sob again as the pain ripped through his body. It was then that he finally figured out what Crabbe meant. "No...please..."
"Gonna rip you wide open," Crabbe said, laughing as he pulled harder. Goyle grabbed Harry's hair with his hand that wasn't holding the collar, grip so hard it was ripping hair.
Harry began to struggle, pulling hard at the chains that held him down. All he could feel was the pain, but even then it still felt good.
Then he felt the head of the second man’s cock pressing into that stretched and torn flesh alongside Goyle's.
Harry began to scream, struggling as hard as he could even though he knew there was no point. They wouldn’t have mercy.
There was laughter in the room and the sounds of other people getting off to this. Draco kept his eyes closed, shaking as Potter's screams grew louder.
Crabbe pushed in, indeed mercilessly, until his cock was alongside Goyle's. Then he took hold of Potter's hips and began to rock the man's body onto both their cocks. It was clear the two men had done this before because they began to coordinate their movements so they could fuck Harry together.
It hurt so much, but it felt so good, and Harry couldn't take it. His wrists and ankles were rubbed raw by the manacles around them, and he almost sure one of his wrists was broken. He screamed until his throat was raw and all that would come out were rough sobs, his face wet with tears.
It was brutal then, with both men shoving themselves hard into Potter's body. Draco made the mistake of opening his eyes when the screaming seemed to stop and nearly vomited then. Blood was everywhere and the other two were enjoying Harry's pain with such abandon. They thrust and pulled and shoved Harry in this sick game until finally one of them began to come and then they both were filling Potter with their seed.
And the entire time Harry stayed painfully hard, not allowed to come until he was told to. Harry wasn't even all there, his mind floating in between unconsciousness and reality.
Draco had forgotten about the command to come, too distraught over the events in front of him to even remember that.
Crabbe half-lifted Potter's body, pulling him off both their cocks and then pulling him up so that Goyle could get out from under. Then Crabbe dropped Harry back on the slab like something used and dead.
Harry didn't bother to move, letting out a small sigh from where he lay. It was over and he had made it. He nearly smiled, his vision swimming red and black at the edges.
The sound of Harry's body hitting the slab brought Draco out of his horror. He glanced over at Voldemort, having to swallow his revulsion as he saw the creature tucking his own cock back into his robes.
Harry closed his eyes and waited, waited for Draco to walk over and Apparate them away from all of this. He felt distant from everything, even his own body.
Draco schooled his face into that mask of calm and went to kneel before the Dark Lord again. "May I remove my slave?" he asked.
Voldemort laughed. "But he is still alive and we haven't seen you do anything this evening, Malfoy."
Draco shivered; the idea of having to perform right now was revolting to him.
Harry could hear Voldemort through the blood rushing in his ears. He didn't know if he could handle anymore.
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