Fun with Harry, Draco & Blaise

Chapter 3

It was about nine thirty that night and Harry was dozing. He’d raced down for some food earlier, and had decided it was time for sleep. Unfortunately the repetitive tapping on the dorm window was keeping him from his goal. Being the only one in the room (other Gryffindor’s choosing to keep a distance from the one who cost them the game) Harry rolled out of bed and opened the window to accept the letter from the owl.

The letter was a tiny piece of parchment rolled up and tied with a thread of cotton. Harry slipped it off and opened up the paper to read the note.

Broom shed. Ten o’clock

Four short words with big meaning. Harry knew that it was from Draco and Blaise, and they probably wanted to gloat about their win, cheated or not.

But Harry also knew that this would be a good time to let them know that he was finished. He wouldn’t be played with anymore.

As bad as he felt for losing the game today, the thought about not being bullied and harassed (no matter how much he liked it) was an empowering thought, making his dress quickly, throw on his invisibility cloak and zip out of the common room and head towards the destination.

Down at the shed he’d also be able to get Draco to remove the silver bracelets that were still magically attached around his wrist. After the warning last night, Harry thought he’d be able to take them off whenever he wanted, if they weren’t binding him to his broom, but it wasn’t the case. They were stuck there, with no opening Harry could see on them, and too small to slip over his hands.

The halls were silent and dark so it didn’t take long for Harry to reach the ground floor of the castle and dash outside, heading straight for the broom shed. He could see a faint, flickering light coming from the small windows, indicating that the two Slytherin boys were already there.

Upon entering the shed Harry pulled off his cloak and looked up to Draco and Blaise. They were both obviously high with happiness and self approval, and Harry could diffidently smell fire whiskey wafting from the boys. But he wasn’t going to let that stop him. Their games would end now.

“I don’t care why you wanted me here, but I’m telling you that it is going to stop. I’m not playing anymore,” Harry said confidently, almost stamping his foot like a child to make his point.

Draco and Blaise stared at him for a moment before cracking up into gales of laughter.

Harry scowled crossly, not taking any more of this insult, and went to walk back out the broom shed. If only Blaise hadn’t dashed forward and blocked his escape.

“Let me pass,” Harry growled.

Blaise chuckled again.

“So our baby wants to finish playing?” Draco mocked, coming up to stand too close to Harry’s back.

Harry wasn’t going to let them get away with manipulating him this time. “Yes, now leave me alone. I’m going to bed.”

But Blaise shook his head and grabbed onto Harry to stop him from trying to leave.

“Well if you go to bed, Harry, who’s going to take the plug out of your arse? Madam Pomfrey? The Mudblood? The Weasel? Who?”

Harry froze. After having made up his decision on confronting the two Slytherin’s, and dosing for a couple of hours, Harry had completely ignored the discomfort that had been within him for nearly twenty-four hours now. And the bracelets would have to go too.

“Fine,” Harry said stubbornly. “Take it out, and get these things off my wrists.”

Draco shook his head. “No. I’ve had enough of your attitude. Did you really think we’d stop having our fun just because YOU wanted to?”

Harry flinched as Draco’s tone became angry and forceful, but he wasn’t going to back down.

“Neither of you own me. You cheated today, didn’t give me a fair go at catching the snitch. I HATE YOU!”

Struggling madly, Harry managed to bite Blaise’s arm and get free. He didn’t want to be around those bastards anymore. He’d rather have Madam Pomfrey remove the plug, rather than stay in their presence any longer. He stormed towards the door, reaching for his cloak and the handle at the same time, but he got no further.

A furious Draco had stormed up behind the smaller boy and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, flinging him to the ground. Harry looked up from where he’d fallen, hard, to see Blaise holding his arm, glaring at him, and a fiery Draco, eyes ablaze and haunting.

“The little shit’s finally grown a backbone,” Blaise grumbled, inspecting his wound.

“Yeah, and I’ve had enough,” Draco replied and pulled his wand from his pocket.

Kicking Harry back to the ground, Draco aimed his want at Harry’s face and muttered a spell. Magic tingled and Harry found himself tightly cleave-gagged.

“That shut him up.”

Instinctively Harry reached up to remove the offending cloth from his mouth, but both Slytherin’s hands were fast upon him, holding him down and keeping the gag in its place. His clothes were then brutally torn from his lithe form, having no way to stop the rough assault. Harry whimpered and cried out past the gag as they hurt him, scratching and pinching his flesh. Before a minute passed Harry was completely naked.

“Turn him over, will you?”

Blaise flipped Harry over and latched onto his wrist so that Draco could inspect the present they’d given him. Harry squeezed his eyes shut tight when he felt Draco’s hands move down to his arse and spread his cheeks apart. Another spell was muttered and fingers began to pull the offence from Harry’s body.

“Take a look at how big he made it,” Draco chuckled, mood lifting now that he and Blaise were back in control. Harry heard Blaise laugh as well from over his head.

The tip of the plug was placed back at Harry’s hole and pushed back in forcefully. He whimpered, but only slightly, his arse being much more open after accommodating the toy for so long.

Blaise shuffled, and then pulled Harry to his feet, still with a firm grip on Harry’s wrists.

“Playtime again, baby,” he murmured close to Harry’s ear. “Have you figured it out yet? We’re never going to let you go…”

Harry looked up at the taller Slytherin as his eyes started to water. It couldn’t have been true. They were only three boys at a boarding school, having a bit of fun, right? There was no way Draco or Blaise would continue this when they finished their final year. But looking into Blaise’s eyes now, Harry felt stupid. The Slytherin’s that he’d gotten involved with were the sneakiest, most cunning Slytherin’s in the school. And there were also the sort of boys that got what they wanted. He shook his head in denial. Was Blaise really telling the truth?

Behind them Draco had found Harry’s Firebolt. “Here, Blaise. Put him on this.”

Blaise manhandled Harry to over where Draco had set the broom hovering. He was made to have his leg swing over and straddle the broom, before Blaise pushed his wrists back to where the silver rings were still encircling the handle, allowing them to attach themselves via the same short chain to his bracelets.

Harry struggled and thrashed like a caged animal. He was on his broom, again, plug still imbedded inside him, but this time it was worse, he was naked and at the mercy of Draco and Blaise with no one around to help him.

The two Slytherin’s laughed together at Harry’s reaction, knowing that he was making it worse for himself, grinding the plug against the handle of the broom. They kept a constant hold onto the broom so the smaller boy couldn’t fly away.

Eventually Harry calmed down somewhat, partially resolving himself to more humiliation. But he couldn’t stop himself from crying.

Once the struggling ceased, Draco cautiously moved behind Harry, and with some conjured white rope, bound Harry’s ankles to the brooms stirrup bars. The raven-haired boy jerked a couple of times, but ultimately remained still and passive, realizing he’d lost the fight.

“What a fucking effort,” Blaise said, still holding the broom with one hand while rubbing Harry’s lips past the gag with the thumb on his other.

“Tell me about it,” Draco sighed.

The blonde boy moved back up to look at Harry’s face and wiped away his tears.

“Do you understand now, baby?” Draco whispered. “It took you a while to realise, but we own you. You are our toy to play with, and nothing is going to change that.”

Harry tried to reply past the cleave-gag, but it was too muffled to make sense of. Draco knew what he was trying to say, though.

“You won’t be telling anyone, baby, and especially not the headmaster. Do you want to know why?” Draco waited for Harry to give a slight nod out of curiosity. “Before tonight is over, we will force an Unbreakable Vow from you. Ok?”

More tears spilled out of Harry’s emerald eyes. He was sure there was some clause to that magic, stating that vows couldn’t be forced; else people could be bound to silence or tasks that would result in death and any number of things to themselves or others.

Harry scowled and mumbled past the gag, what was clearly a ‘fuck you’.

Draco chuckled again. “Well, I think we’ve talked long enough. About time we had some fun.”

“Thank Merlin,” Blaise groaned happily, adjusting his erection through his pants.


“How do you reckon we do this?” Draco asked Blaise, his hand now travelling up Harry’s slight back, to caress the nape of his neck.

Blaise smiled. “I’ve been eyeing off that beautiful mouth of his all night. I’ve wanted to shut him up with my cock ever since he walked through the door and opened it.”

“Sounds good,” Draco smirked. “You take his mouth, I’ll take his arse.”

Harry struggled in annoyance as they spoke about him as if he were an inanimate object… like usual.

Blaise’s hand took the place of Draco’s on the nape of Harry’s neck and applied pressure so that Harry had to lean forward. The Slytherin then undid his pants and straddled the front of the broom, facing Harry. “You are such a beautiful slut,” Blaise spoke gently while plucking Harry’s glasses from his face, and wrenching the cleave-gag out of his mouth so it just hung around his neck.

“You’re an asshole. I hate you,” Harry hissed. Blaise stopped him with a hand covering his mouth.

“I know, baby,” he mocked, “But you’re still going to suck me off, and you’re going to do a good job too.”

Harry tired to shake his head, fully intent on biting the bastard if he put his dick anywhere near his mouth.

“No?” Blaise raised his eyebrows in question. “Well, if you’re not going to obey me, I’ll just ask Draco to fuck you… with the plug still inside you… how does that sound?”

Harry trembled, immediately imagining the pain of being stretched that far, without mercy, being pounded and torn, on top of the discomfort he was in already. The permanent damage that would, no doubt be inflicted.

Nothing was said for a few moments.

“Will you be a good boy?” Blaise questioned.

Harry nodded his head in obedience.

Blaise removed his hand and lowered Harry down onto his throbbing cock, forcing him to take it all without stopping. Harry gagged, but focused himself and did as he was bode.

As soon as Harry was leaning forward on the broom, chest resting on the handle and his bound hands, Draco didn’t hesitate to begin probing at the butt-plug. It would have been interesting to see what happened if their toy was indeed fucked while still plugged up, but Draco didn’t need to sate his curiosity… not now anyway. He was slightly tipsy from the three glasses of fire whiskey he’d had before coming to the broom shed; not to mention, high off the Slytherin Quidditch championship, and he was about to fuck the cutest pieces of arse at school. Curiosity could be satisfied at another time.

Draco finally removed the plug and watched as Harry’s sphincter twitched and flinched. He was, obviously, stretched, but Draco was not the least phased. This way he was able to plunder the smaller body without worrying about lubrication and preparation. Even though the plug had expanded more than its original size, it was still smaller than Draco’s cock, and Harry’s inner walls gripped it nicely.

Harry cried out and writhed in his bonds as he was impaled by the Slytherin’s arousal. Draco gripped onto his hips and created a rhythm, pushing into Harry, who would then take Blaise whole, before moving back.

Groans of pleasure and gasps of satisfaction filled the broom shed, Draco and Blaise completely consumed in their own libido, using the boy beneath him how they wanted. Harry had no choice but to remain passive, yet remembering to flick and swirl his tongue at just the right time, and flexed his aching rectum on Draco’s out stroke, just the way he knew the other boy’s liked it.

It wasn’t long before Blaise was coming, holding Harry’s hair in a vice grip, ensuring he swallowed everything. Harry struggled to comply, while desperate for needed air, which triggered Draco’s release.

Everything was silent and quite still as the Slytherin boy’s calmed their erratic spasms and drifted down from the height of pleasure they’d just reached. Harry remained skewered by the two slowly deflating arousals until they were simultaneously slipped free.

Harry was too defeated to raise himself from the broom handle. He had a bad feeling that, even though both boys had cum, the night was not yet over.

“Fuck, that was awesome,” Blaise finally spoke, tucking himself back in.

“Tell me about it,” Draco replied, still slightly breathless.

Harry listened while Draco and Blaise shuffled around, fixing themselves up and wiping away the semen.

“It’s a shame such a great day is finally over,” Blaise said offhandedly.

“Well… you could say that, but I’ve got something to remember it by,” Draco smirked widely and pulled a camera out of his rolled up robe that had been discarded on the floor.

Draco and Blaise rounded on Harry again, camera in hand.

The End


Note: Not everyone will have liked that ending, but I dont want to give up on my sub!Harry.