Gay-Boy

Chapter 2 - Pussy-boy

Blushing under the onslaught of gazes from his fellow classmates and teachers, Harry ducked behind Ron as they made their way into the Great Hall. Instead of the usual Christmas decorations of twelve Christmas tress, and the garish red and green decorations, it looked like a real ballroom. Balconies fitted the upper sides of the room with blood-red and dark green satin curtains while in the middle of the room was a stage with an orchestra of twenty members playing Winter Solstice songs. Small tables with floating fairy lights hung over each one were scattered around the sides of the room at random intervals. The fairy lights were the only lights in the entire room. The atmosphere was very light with the orchestra playing, but the darkness of the room and the fact that everyone seemed to be whispering under the sounds of soothing music made it feel that much more intimate.

The head table had been removed to make room for more space, and the teachers sat kind of in the same area, talking quietly and ordering what looked like dinner. They had spared the trio a look when they'd walked in, but that was it. The other students also just turned away and went back to ordering or talking in quiet tones.

“It seems as if they don't know who you are,” Ron said genially, pushing against Harry's shoulder playfully. Harry peaked out from behind Ron and when he saw that no taunts, jeers, jabs, or laughter was forthcoming, the sighed deeply in relief and stood up straighter. Hermione grinned.

“Let's go, I reserved a balcony for us to eat dinner in.”

Making their way across the hall, Harry couldn't help looking suspiciously around the darkened room. It was impossible that he looked that different. Besides the fact that he was wearing a skirt, a strapless corset with a short cape snaggle-tatched to the back, leggings and boots that looked like they were painted on, and a mask. Okay, so maybe the mask was the one doing the hiding.

They reached the magical lift that would take them to their balcony, and soon they began dinner.


Harry was painfully bored. He was lethargically spooning cold vanilla ice-cream into his mouth, trying not to glance to his left where Hermione and Ron were making out like bunnies in heat. (Do bunnies even make out? Surely not. Sex is just sex for bunnies.) -were making out like humans in heat. (That's better.)

Spooning the last bit of ice-cream into his mouth, he licked it thoroughly before placing in the center of the table to be transported by elf-magic to the kitchens. Adjusting his peacock feathered mask slightly so that it wouldn't itch as much, he slumped into his chair. Harry waited five minutes before the sucking sounds became too much, then exploded.

“Just go get a room! I'll stay out of the dorms, just get a room!!” Harry whisper-yelled at the two humans-in-heat of the trio. It took them all of five seconds to be out of the Great Hall, still kissing, after Harry told them.

The gay boy sighed and looked longingly over to where the twins were sitting with a stammering Lee Jordan. Ugh, now Fred was going down on Lee and George whispering in his ear... The seemingly original story they told Harry seemed not so original anymore.

Laying his head back, he smoothed his skirt with one hand. Really, if he had been born a girl, wearing this skirt wouldn't be so bad. It was kind of cute in its own way. It seemed like a short version of those old Victorian dresses that poofed out because of the under wire, only this one had under wire sown into it that allowed it to poof. There were three tiers of dress, each poofed out like a ballerina's tutu (only black in colour) with green lace spilling from the edges. Petals of red lace covered each layer, and Harry ran his fingers over each one. The corset was kind of cute too, though it wasn't a true corset by any lengths of the imagination. It was dark green in color that matched the peacock feathers with red ribbons up both sides holding it together. Red lacey petals also lined the front in a sweeping pattern.

The only thing that Harry didn't like about the outfit was the fact that Hermione had insisted that he wear traditional female underwear with the outfit: a lace thong. It was green with lots of lace and garters that held up the black socks that he wore.

Harry stroked the dress a little more firmly now that he suddenly was hard. He rubbed the top of his cock-head that pushed up the skirt with the palm of his hand. Rub rub rub... Harry sighed contentedly.

Suddenly a hand slapped his away and he opened his eyes startled. A blond-haired god stood in front of him intimidatingly, his silver eyes dark in lust and anger behind the silver mask he wore. Draco Malfoy, sex god of Hogwarts, stood in front of Harry, and was lusting for the skirted-boy himself.

“So you are a boy,” Draco sneered. “When I first saw you walk into the Hall, I wasn't sure of your gender, you were almost too flat-chested to be a girl.” Draco suddenly grasped Harry's wrists in his own, and it was then that Harry decided that the other boy didn't know it was really his most-hated enemy that he was lusting after. Harry wasn't sure if this scared him or excited him beyond reason.

The blond-haired god slowly pulled Harry up to face him. “I hope you prepared yourself, Pussy-boy, because with all of that teasing you did at dinner, I'm ready to plunge into your tight, little boy-pussy.” Draco suddenly gave a raunchy grin and Harry shuddered in fear and lust. His little cock pushed against the lacy top of the thong.

And then Harry was pushed over the side of the railing in the darkness of the Great Hall, the satin cloth from Draco's costume wrapped like a gag around his mouth, and fingers in his ass. And then, he was filled to the brim with a never-ending cock, gasping and crying out as much as he could with the gag in his mouth.

Draco pounded roughly into Harry from behind, grunting at the feeling of his balls slapping his whore's bottom. Bent over the railing, Harry could only try to contain his squeals as the 9-inch cock battered at his prostate like some perverted cat playing with some perverted mouse. He desperately tried rubbing his thong-covered cock against the railing, but with Draco's huge thrusts and the fact he was pulling his arms back with every thrust, there wasn't a bat's chance in hell that Harry was going to be able to get off. Or get the thong off.

Pulling the whore onto his whole almost foot-length cock (in which Harry was half pushed over the railing anyways), Draco grunted lowly and shuddered as his milky white sperm shot deep inside Harry's large intestine. Harry whined as Draco slumped onto his back, pushing his stomach more into the hard railing. Now he really couldn't move... and he was more horny than before. Harry tried flexing his butt muscles to get Draco's attention, but that ass just lay on him, breathing hard.

Harry tried to say something, but Draco slapped his ass and pulled out, only to push his fingers in again.

“Don't worry pussy-boy, you'll get off soon. Maybe tomorrow. Or next week.”

Harry felt like crying. The fingers suddenly withdrew and one of the unbreakable Christmas bulbs was pushed into his ass.

“C'mon whore, lets get you somewhere where I can get something proper in you.”

And then Draco was leading Harry out of the hall towards to the dungeons.