Harry's Birthday Orgy

Chapter 2

Harry whimpered as Snape’s cock slowly slip free “I was hoping you’d stay in me all night” Harry said, looking up as his lover slowly rose from his spot nestled behind Harry.

Severus leaned downed to Harry’s ear, his hiss sliding smoothly over the younger man “but where would be the fun in that, you’re to be tonight’s entertainment remember, how am I meant to punish that naughty arse of yours if I’m still buried in it to the hilt.” Harry shuddered up at his lover, his cock once again rising to attention.

Harry watched his dark snake cross to the centre of the room, climb upon the coffee table, and draw peoples’ attention. “Alright you lot, I know your all having good fun as it is, but it’s time we moved on to the next stage of the evening. You all know that it is our dear little slut heres birthday,” Severus continued, waving a hand vaguely in Harry’s direction where he was slowly moving his hand up and down his renewed hardness, “but what you may not have been aware of is that for his birthday, he is giving us himself. During this stage of the evening you are all welcome to use Harry as you see fit, I believe I’ll start by showing you just how quickly that pasty little bottom of his can develop a lovely red hue, and hope you’ll all follow with your own wonderful ideas of how we can make the boy scream.” Harry groaned happily as Snape came back over to him, and bid him crawl to the centre of the room. His arms were deftly tied above his head, legs spread wide at both the knee and the ankle. Next Snape slide a dark metal band down his cock, and with a touch of his wand it grew painfully tight and Harry became aware of the slight barbs adorning the inside. Severus’s gentle murmur of further exploration of that side of things had Harry groaning some more before Snape withdrew a few paces to examine his prize.

Severus cock jumped happily at the sight that greeted him, Harry kneeling in the centre of the room, still had come splashed on his face, arse and thighs. His cock was hard and dripping, and, Severus knew, would soon be turning slightly purple from the pressure at its base. Severus hardened further at the thought of the spanking he was sure to give that cock sometime later in the night. For now though, he looked at the arse that was just begging to be paddled, and realised that at the current height would be hard to gain sufficient leverage for strength of whacks he wished said arse to receive. He spotted his wand lying on the floor nearby, and proceeded to raise not just the boy, but also the square piece of floor he was kneeling on to a better height.

Harry’s eyes widened comically as the floor he was moving on raised beneath him. His arms were given no leeway, still firmly pulled above his head, but his feet and knees were lifted to just around knee height. All these thought flew from Harry’s head though as a hard strike was landed on his raised backside, landing with a satisfying smack. Harry groaned deep in the throat and turned to look at Severus who had a large black leather paddle in his had. Harry knew that paddle, it was rigid and inflexible, but slightly padded which allowed Snape to land blow after blow on his bum – but still receive a resound crack after each one.

As Snape continued to belt his arse, Harry allowed himself to get lost in the sensation, his eyes fell shut, his arms and shoulders relaxed, and there was nothing but that joyful burning pain in his behind, constantly magnifying, the heavy ache of his throbbing penis, and occasionally, the blissful awareness of the roomful of friends witnessing utter surrender.

Severus allowed himself to enjoy Harry’s submission, but didn’t want him to get too lost in the sensation, after all, tonight Harry had given himself to them for their pleasure, not his own. With this somewhat malicious thought, Severus lowered the paddled waiting until Harry just began to gain awareness that it had stopped, and the struck again, this time with an uncovered wooden paddle. Harry screamed.

*crack*

Scream.

*crack*

Please.

*crack*

Sob.

*crack*

Oh god. Please.

*crack*

“Please what Potter?”

*crack*

Mumble.

*crack*

“Please what Potter?”

*crack*

*crack*

More.

*crack*

Sob. “What was that Potter?”

*crack*

Please oh god, please more, please.
*crack*

Hurt me *crack* scream *crack* Yessss.

Severus moaned, lay down the paddle, slide behind the sobbing screaming boy, his legs either side of the raised platform Harry knelt on, his crutch wanting to scream itself as it was pushed against the burning heat of Harry’s behind, his arms wrapping the boy up.

Harry whimpered through his sobs as the cutting pain of the uncovered paddled was replaced with the lazy ache of bare skin slapping lightly and sticking softly to his abused flesh, finally he turned his damp face to that of his abuser sighing softly as hard lips found his. Slowly Harry calmed enough to realise Severus’s hand was slowing working its way up and down Harry’s erection that had never once wilted the slightest throughout the spanking. Harry nuzzled Severus’s neck, murmuring his thanks in his ear, and, as Snape’s grip on his package turned from gentle, to more than a little rough, signalled his willingness to continue with a breathy plea mumbled too softly for any but Severus to hear.

Severus pulled back for a sec, allowing Harry to once again become aware of his surroundings. He looked up, a bit sheepishly, at his friends and family who were all staring at him with hungry looks on they’re facing, cocks twitching with heady arousal. The young man grinned widely when he noticed Neville looked very happy from his seat in Bill’s lap, no doubt happily impaled upon the man. Ron was lazily leaning against Remus, and from the state of their chests (and position of their hands) the two of them hand brought each other off as they watched Harry scream and shudder and sob. Smiling at all his friends, Harry jumped slightly as something cool and slick was deposited on his still throbbing behind, throwing his ex-professor a startled look which clearly showed his disapproval of being soothed. Severus let out a low chuckle at Harry’s reaction, leaned to his ear, but in a voice loud enough for all to hear hissed, “Well, I can’t have all the fun, gotta make sure some other people can have a turn at beating that pretty little arse of yours tonight.” Which inturn, of course, had Harry groaning again, and his cock jumping, reminding Severus just how much it deserved to be far more bound than it was at that present time.


tbc...

A/N Sorry, about leaving it there, but, well, I really have to go to bed and I was kinda hoping there would be a neat spot to finish it after the spanking and there wasn't really. This chapter wasn't exactly what I thought it would be, I kinda thought there'd be more group involvment, but I'm a Snarry girl at heart, and sometimes I find it hard to remember about everyone else. So hopefully everything'll go better next chapter.

Thanks very much to everyone who review, it was somewhat unexpected, therefore tremendously appreciated. :)