Rubbing One Out
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
10,895
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 2
Author\'s Note: Harry Potter and related material belong to JK Rowling; may she, and the HP fandom, forgive me for what I\'m about to do with these beloved canons.
This fic contains graphic, violent, non-consensual sexual situations.
I lust for reviews! I *so* appreciate all the reviews. Thank you!! I like to know people are enjoying this crazy shit! Now, on with it!
*2*
Whirling around with a flushed and bewildered expression, Harry dropped his member and instinctively reached for his robes, for his wand--but where were his robes?
Draco Malfoy was standing in front of Harry, the thin shower curtain thrown back, clenched in his vindictive hand. He had never quite looked so jubilant, Harry realized with horror. Crabbe and Goyle were standing to either side of their boss, sniggering with glee.
\"Wha-the-fuck-you-think-you-doing?\" Harry managed to spit out, eyes flying furiously from one intruder to the next. He noted with a sinking feeling that his robe lay abandoned just beyond Crabbe and Goyle\'s feet, he could just make out the handle of his wand poking out from the pile. \"You aren\'t allowed in here,\" Harry shouted as loudly as he possibly could, drawing himself up to his full height, desperately trying to forget he was completely naked in front of his worst enemies, his cock still swollen purple, so hard it lay flat on his belly pointing up; a dribble of cum was leaking from the tip.
\"Not allowed in here?\" Malfoy drawled conversationally, glancing at his companions, who were both wearing knowing grins. Harry noticed with a further sinking feeling that all three of the intruders had their wands drawn. Malfoy clapped a hand roughly on Harry\'s shoulder, bringing him close to his own pointed, pale face, his wand aimed right between Harry\'s nipples. \"Well, Potter,\" Malfoy breathed. \"There\'s not really anyone around to hear you scream.\" Seeming to mull over his current power over Harry, Draco smirked as he looked over his captive\'s lean body, with an air of one who has just made an important desicion. \"Still... better safe than sorry, don\'t you think? SILENCIO!\"
Malfoy\'s curse hit Harry hard, knocked him off his feet as he silently, agonizingly screamed.
\"Sirrenderi Encirculate!\" Malfoy flicked his wand and cackled as Harry fought to get to his feet, ready to swing his fists. Once again, Harry was thrown into the wall from the force of the spell. \"That was a good one,\" he said with an evil glee. Crabbe and Goyle seemed to agree, chortling as they watched Harry struggle, naked on the floor.
There was a pressure, Harry noted with alarm, a rather intense pressure. He looked down at himself to see that Malfoy\'s spell had conjured a thick, rough ring of leather around the base of his still-stiff cock, creating a vise-like effect on his now-aching member, which was now kept raging hard against the will of its owner. Harry was completely astounded. This is sick, thought Harry; he began to shout the words, but no sound issued from his mouth. What are they playing at?
Harry\'s hands flew wildly to his cock, trying to find a latch, or something to release the thick leather ring.
\"No, I\'m sorry Potter. Only I can take it off for you. And I don\'t think I want to, just yet,\" Malfoy said slowly, evenly, pacing a little, keeping one eye on Harry, who was now livid with rage, fists clenched, looking up at Malfoy with pure hatred. To Harry, it seemed, casting malicious spells his dick was really, after all, way below the belt, even for Malfoy.
Malfoy turned to Goyle, lightly saying, \"What was that one you had? Hemplore Entwinder?\"
\"Entwinelore Hemptwisti!\" replied Goyle, flicking his wand toward Harry, a dark look of satisfaction on his simian countenance. Harry decided this was in fact not one of his better days, as the spell cast on him had sharp, cutting rope materializing tightly around his arms, pinning them behind his back, laced from his wrists to his elbows. Harry writhed in suprising pain, face flushed with the force of his silent screaming.
\"Oh, what about this one?\" Crabbe sputtered, eager to get in on the action. He screwed up his eyes in concentration, registering Harry\'s wildly terrified expression. \"Sactum Divendi!\" Crabbe looked a little too pleased with himself for Harry\'s comfort, and he swiveled his head wildly to look at his sensitives again, as he experienced a sharp cold pain in his sac. It was neatly divided in two, held fast by a chain which was seamlessly melded with the leather ring. Each testicle bulged away from the other, consticting the already swollen area most painfully. Harry was thrashing on the wet floor, and slipping his face came crashing down helplessly on the tile, splitting open his lip.
The three Slytherins laughed in unison at Harry\'s struggle. Harry was totally helpless, swallowing his own blood, his cock throbbing at a peak of sensation that was, in fact, not alltogether unpleasant, but made him feel sick in the pit of his stomach nonetheless. Suddenly Malfoy stopped laughing, and his face twisted into an indefinable ugliness as he grabbed Harry by his hair and began hauling him upwards.
\"Get up, Potter. Get up!\" Malfoy barked mercilessly. \"You\'re ours, aren\'t you, a little virgin bitch. Stand up Potter or you\'ll regret it!\"
Harry was struggling wildly to his feet, pain searing in his scalp, feeling as if the skin would rip right off his skull. He stood, half crouching, trembling, and his mind was numb as if it didn\'t want any part of the perverse and sordid proceedings. Harry was released from Malfoy\'s grip on his hair, and he cautiously looked up at the trio before him, quite aware that he was at their mercy. His fellow Gryffindors would no doubt be absorbed in celebrations far away in their tower for several hours to come. Blood dripped from his chin onto his slick chest.
\"Now listen,\" Malfoy hissed, and even Crabbe and Goyle stopped laughing. \"Listen Potter, you\'re going to do as you\'re told, or you\'re going to lose this,\" he said in a most serious tone, his hand gripping Harry\'s beseiged penis tightly. \"Don\'t look at me like that, Potter, you might even like it.\" A twisted smile stole over Malfoy\'s features as he tugged on Harry\'s cock roughly.
\"Come on then!\" Malfoy said with much irritation. \"Follow me!\"
This fic contains graphic, violent, non-consensual sexual situations.
I lust for reviews! I *so* appreciate all the reviews. Thank you!! I like to know people are enjoying this crazy shit! Now, on with it!
*2*
Whirling around with a flushed and bewildered expression, Harry dropped his member and instinctively reached for his robes, for his wand--but where were his robes?
Draco Malfoy was standing in front of Harry, the thin shower curtain thrown back, clenched in his vindictive hand. He had never quite looked so jubilant, Harry realized with horror. Crabbe and Goyle were standing to either side of their boss, sniggering with glee.
\"Wha-the-fuck-you-think-you-doing?\" Harry managed to spit out, eyes flying furiously from one intruder to the next. He noted with a sinking feeling that his robe lay abandoned just beyond Crabbe and Goyle\'s feet, he could just make out the handle of his wand poking out from the pile. \"You aren\'t allowed in here,\" Harry shouted as loudly as he possibly could, drawing himself up to his full height, desperately trying to forget he was completely naked in front of his worst enemies, his cock still swollen purple, so hard it lay flat on his belly pointing up; a dribble of cum was leaking from the tip.
\"Not allowed in here?\" Malfoy drawled conversationally, glancing at his companions, who were both wearing knowing grins. Harry noticed with a further sinking feeling that all three of the intruders had their wands drawn. Malfoy clapped a hand roughly on Harry\'s shoulder, bringing him close to his own pointed, pale face, his wand aimed right between Harry\'s nipples. \"Well, Potter,\" Malfoy breathed. \"There\'s not really anyone around to hear you scream.\" Seeming to mull over his current power over Harry, Draco smirked as he looked over his captive\'s lean body, with an air of one who has just made an important desicion. \"Still... better safe than sorry, don\'t you think? SILENCIO!\"
Malfoy\'s curse hit Harry hard, knocked him off his feet as he silently, agonizingly screamed.
\"Sirrenderi Encirculate!\" Malfoy flicked his wand and cackled as Harry fought to get to his feet, ready to swing his fists. Once again, Harry was thrown into the wall from the force of the spell. \"That was a good one,\" he said with an evil glee. Crabbe and Goyle seemed to agree, chortling as they watched Harry struggle, naked on the floor.
There was a pressure, Harry noted with alarm, a rather intense pressure. He looked down at himself to see that Malfoy\'s spell had conjured a thick, rough ring of leather around the base of his still-stiff cock, creating a vise-like effect on his now-aching member, which was now kept raging hard against the will of its owner. Harry was completely astounded. This is sick, thought Harry; he began to shout the words, but no sound issued from his mouth. What are they playing at?
Harry\'s hands flew wildly to his cock, trying to find a latch, or something to release the thick leather ring.
\"No, I\'m sorry Potter. Only I can take it off for you. And I don\'t think I want to, just yet,\" Malfoy said slowly, evenly, pacing a little, keeping one eye on Harry, who was now livid with rage, fists clenched, looking up at Malfoy with pure hatred. To Harry, it seemed, casting malicious spells his dick was really, after all, way below the belt, even for Malfoy.
Malfoy turned to Goyle, lightly saying, \"What was that one you had? Hemplore Entwinder?\"
\"Entwinelore Hemptwisti!\" replied Goyle, flicking his wand toward Harry, a dark look of satisfaction on his simian countenance. Harry decided this was in fact not one of his better days, as the spell cast on him had sharp, cutting rope materializing tightly around his arms, pinning them behind his back, laced from his wrists to his elbows. Harry writhed in suprising pain, face flushed with the force of his silent screaming.
\"Oh, what about this one?\" Crabbe sputtered, eager to get in on the action. He screwed up his eyes in concentration, registering Harry\'s wildly terrified expression. \"Sactum Divendi!\" Crabbe looked a little too pleased with himself for Harry\'s comfort, and he swiveled his head wildly to look at his sensitives again, as he experienced a sharp cold pain in his sac. It was neatly divided in two, held fast by a chain which was seamlessly melded with the leather ring. Each testicle bulged away from the other, consticting the already swollen area most painfully. Harry was thrashing on the wet floor, and slipping his face came crashing down helplessly on the tile, splitting open his lip.
The three Slytherins laughed in unison at Harry\'s struggle. Harry was totally helpless, swallowing his own blood, his cock throbbing at a peak of sensation that was, in fact, not alltogether unpleasant, but made him feel sick in the pit of his stomach nonetheless. Suddenly Malfoy stopped laughing, and his face twisted into an indefinable ugliness as he grabbed Harry by his hair and began hauling him upwards.
\"Get up, Potter. Get up!\" Malfoy barked mercilessly. \"You\'re ours, aren\'t you, a little virgin bitch. Stand up Potter or you\'ll regret it!\"
Harry was struggling wildly to his feet, pain searing in his scalp, feeling as if the skin would rip right off his skull. He stood, half crouching, trembling, and his mind was numb as if it didn\'t want any part of the perverse and sordid proceedings. Harry was released from Malfoy\'s grip on his hair, and he cautiously looked up at the trio before him, quite aware that he was at their mercy. His fellow Gryffindors would no doubt be absorbed in celebrations far away in their tower for several hours to come. Blood dripped from his chin onto his slick chest.
\"Now listen,\" Malfoy hissed, and even Crabbe and Goyle stopped laughing. \"Listen Potter, you\'re going to do as you\'re told, or you\'re going to lose this,\" he said in a most serious tone, his hand gripping Harry\'s beseiged penis tightly. \"Don\'t look at me like that, Potter, you might even like it.\" A twisted smile stole over Malfoy\'s features as he tugged on Harry\'s cock roughly.
\"Come on then!\" Malfoy said with much irritation. \"Follow me!\"