Rubbing One Out

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!


*3*


As much as he fought it, Harry could not help the hot and angry tears rolling down his cheeks. These were tears of humiliation, and having them humiliated him further. He had been led to the changing room, where he was thrown face first into a row of lockers; his cheek caught the pulled up end of one of the doors and was sliced open. His ankles had been pried apart, his neck was forced down, his face squashed against the locker.


\"You\'d like a few more scars wouldn\'t you Potter?\" Malfoy hissed into his ear as he surveyed Potter\'s bloodstained visage. Harry felt Malfoy\'s hot breath on his neck and it made him feel quite sick. \"I don\'t want to do it, Potter. You\'re a filthy mudblood, and I\'m disgusted at the sight of you picking at your pathetic second bellybutton. I\'ll never get the stink off of my cock after I fuck you with it. But I have to,\" Malfoy drawled simply.


Malfoy clapped Harry\'s arse cheeks firmly with his hands. He spread them roughly and surveyed the open crack with a sneer. Crabbe observed over his shoulder, \"That\'s a virgin asshole, that one is.\"


Malfoy nodded peering into Harry\'s crack, looking like he might throw up, spat instead, and jabbed his finger into Harry\'s ass probingly. \"I must say, Crabbe and Goyle, I must say I was impressed with your spells back there. You\'ve really been studying hard haven\'t you?\" Malfoy asked them with an almost genteel grin as he poked and prodded Harry\'s rebellious clenching asshole.


The two apelike bipeds shifted their feet, smiling.


Malfoy turned back to Harry, and with one hand freed his long, pale cock from his robes, stroking it firmly. \"Let\'s see, let\'s see,\" he murmured, pacing around Harry, who was struggling not to fall over. Malfoy took himself in his left hand and drew his wand with his right.


\"Pocospark!\"


Harry heard Malfoy\'s voice, but couldn\'t see what he was doing. His body jumped and he staggered; an electric shock had caught him on his right nipple. Malfoy gave the incantation repeatedly in quick succession, his voice getting rougher and wilder with each repetition. Harry\'s lean body jerked uncontrollably as each nipple in turn got their shock. His nipples hardened so that it felt that his whole chest was taut and burning, throbbing with fire. He felt Crabbe\'s (or was it Goyle\'s?) large hand pressing his neck down further along the wall. Harry was gagging a bit; he caught sight of a thick hairy hand massaging a very hard short, thick penis that happened to be looking right at Harry.


\"Come on Draco. Let\'s just have a go at him.\" Crabbe grumbled. \"He can\'t swallow my dick if he\'s jumping this way and that.\"


Malfoy was smoothly stroking himself as he approached Harry\'s rear. \"Fine,\" he said haughtily, sending one last shock into Harry\'s tight little asshole. \"Scourgify! Scourgify! Filthy.\" Malfoy muttered as he lowered himself to eye level with Harry\'s puckered, tightly sealed hole. With his nose now imbedded in Harry\'s crack, and his tongue circling the clenching muscle, Malfoy\'s hands worked on himself faster and harder.


In the meantime, Crabbe had advanced towards Harry\'s mouth, muttering, \"You heard what Draco said, Potter. You\'ll do what you\'re told, or else.\" Horrified, Harry was weaving his head this way and that, trying in vain to escape Crabbe\'s determined lust. \"Do it, Potter, do it.\" Crabbe thrust his hips at Harry\'s face indescriminately, poking him in the eye painfully in the process.


Malfoy had managed to slide his whole pointed tongue into Harry\'s ever-protesting hole. Harry gripped Malfoy\'s tongue tightly, but rather than deterring him in the slightest, deeply ignited Malfoy\'s dark lust.


\"Take it like a man, Potter!\" Crabbe said loudly, finally forcing his stiff dick into Harry\'s shocked mouth. \"Suck, little bitch, suck,\" Crabbe\'s words were frighteningly gutteral. Goyle watched with great interest as Harry awkwardly suckled on Crabbe\'s thick meat from the sidelines; he was pulling on a similarly short and fat member.


With a well-practiced wave of a wand, Malfoy had squirted a large amount of lubricant down Harry\'s crack. Fucking Potter raw has its merits, of course Draco thought to himself, but I don\'t feel like tearing myself up quite today. He began rubbing the lube into Harry\'s ass, working three fingers into the mix. Harry was extremely distracted by what was going on with his rear; he kept trying to turn his head away from Crabbe to look at Malfoy.


\"Steady.... Start sucking, bitch. Suck it. Come on,\" Crabbe goaded, with frustration.


\"Don\'t worry, I\'m just going to fuck your ass like I said I would,\" Malfoy stated. \"So show Crabbe what you\'re made of, go on. You\'ll know it when I have my cock in you.\"


Harry was gagging down his bile as he turned in defeat to service in earnest Crabbe\'s knob. He was having a time trying to figure out a stunning technique for dick-sucking in such an on-spot situation. Certainly he would have to try if it meant he could keep all his vital body parts attached. Yet Crabbe was getting steadily frustrated with Harry\'s ineptitude. Crabbe pulled himself out of Harry\'s mouth, slamming Harry\'s head against the lockered walls for good measure.


\"Useless filth,\" Crabbe growled. \"I\'ll show you how it\'s done.\" He wasted no time in getting beneath Harry, and managed to find an angle at which to comfortably swallow all of Harry\'s over-hot penis in one gulp. Maintaining expert suction, Crabbe moved his head up and down Harry\'s highly sensitive shaft, seemingly getting lost in the familiar rhythms. Harry writhed, not sure if he was pulling his sorely aching member from Crabbe\'s mouth, or thrusting it forward.


For all of Crabbe\'s ministrations, however, and Malfoy\'s ever-deepening anal probing, it was now Goyle who took the top spot for Harry\'s attention. As his head was still reeling from being smashed once again, Goyle wasted no time in plunging his fat little jobber into Harry\'s stunned, drooling mouth. Goyle seems to be have been not-so-patiently waiting a turn, and rather than let Harry perform, Goyle seemed to prefer to hold Harry\'s head firmly, bucking into his mouth.


Harry did indeed know when Malfoy popped his ass cherry. There was a pressure, an unnatural fullness, pushing slowly deep into Harry\'s tight tunnel. Malfoy groaned behind Harry\'s rear, taking his time fully entering. There was building pressure, like a bowel gone terribly wrong. Finally Malfoy was in to his hilt, and though Harry\'s body was stiffening from this deep intrusion, Malfoy thought it was the perfect cue to start pumping Harry\'s tight little ass hard as he could. Harry\'s body was now at the whim of Malfoy\'s rhythm, bouncing uncontrollably forward as Malfoy pounded Harry with increasing brutality.


\"If you relax, it\'ll be easier for you,\" Malfoy said in a low sort of purr. \"Just let go Potter.... You know you like it.\"


Goyle\'s thick fingers were coiled tightly in Harry\'s hair, bringing his servile mouth forcefully over Goyle\'s own throbbing cock, his furry sac slapping Harry\'s chin with a terrible momentum. Harry couldn\'t see it, but Goyle\'s eyes were rolling back into his head, but he heard a frenzied guttural moan issuing from Goyle\'s panting mouth. Soon Harry had his first sensation of hot semen gushing over his tongue, as Goyle pushed violently between Harry\'s lips, shuddering in orgasmic explosion. Harry sputtered, every fiber of his being rejecting the impulse to swallow the hot, salty substance. He was left choking and spitting as Goyle moved away with a sigh.


\"Get on, Goyle. Go relieve Zabini,\" Malfoy ordered as he continued smoothly assaulting Harry\'s virgin puckered arse. \"I know he\'s been looking forward to this.\"


\"Right,\" conceded Goyle as he slouched off to switch duties with Zabini, who had been standing sentry by the door, patiently waiting his turn.