Harry's Birthday Orgy

Chapter 3
Severus looked over to where Harry was still kneeling on the raised platform. He’d shifted away to allow some of the rest of the guests to have some fun with him. He stifled his groan of annoyance at just how little of his lover he could see as he was mostly hidden from view by people cheerfully tearing groans and gasps from his lips.

Harry moaned as he managed to find the energy to tilt his head forward and look down at his tormentors. The Weasley twins, always together in everything, were each attacking one of his nipples, and as though by some unknown connection were able to time it perfectly so as soon as one bit or caused pain the other was soothingly tonguing his other nipple, then just as they bit there would be a light suckle on the other. As he looked down one of the, Fred he thought, who was working intensely on his left nipple, glanced up at him, shot him a wicked grin, without removing his teeth from Harry’s chest, and passed his twin a small black object. Simultaneously they released him from their mouths and snapped the dark nipple clamps home, sharp teeth digging in, ripping a scream from Harry’s mouth. Harry threw his head back, where it came to rest on Kingsley’s shoulder.

Kingsley groaned low in his throat, capturing Harry’s mouth and trying to thrust further inside the young mans battered arse. His hands were clinging harshly to Harry’s hips, he’d tried to grab the boys erection, but Remus, who’d somehow situated himself between the two twins (who were now trailing bits and kisses all over Harry’s hips, as they felt his nipples were nicely under control) had pushed his hands away repetitively.

Remus looked happily at his old best friend’s son’s bound cock. While Severus had ensured Harry’s inability to come with a heavy cock ring around its base, Remus had felt that more severe measures were necessary for such a delightful looking piece of flesh. He’d found the cord Severus had used earlier on, and formed a crisscross up and down the cock, before wrapping three or four times directly below the head, leaving the tip looking angry and red. He spotted the box of clamps that the twins had used for Harry’s nipples and evilly pulled out three, looking up he waited until Harry’s head tipped forward before he attached one to the underside of the head, causing the brunette’s head to snap back and another of those delicious screams to wrench itself into the room.

Harry groaned loudly as his scream finished. His cock felt like it was on fire, the tip had been sore and red and Harry couldn’t tear the image out of his mind of the way Remus had released the teethed clamp onto his bound length. He tipped his head forward again, only to see that Remus had moved on from his cock to his balls. He let out a shuddering whimper as the werewolf’s hand slid up to slap into his hanging balls. It was amazing the way his entire being focused on his long time mentors action, only vaguely aware of Kingsley pounding into hole, and the twins’ ministrations all over his chest. He caught his mouth to Kingsley’s throat to dull his cries and let himself fly on the pain in his genitals.

Remus found himself moaning as he spanked Harry’s balls. He’d always been into kinky sex, but never before hand a partner who enjoyed being hurt like Harry did. He once again slammed his open palm into the hanging globes of flesh and watched the shudder pass through the young mans body. Wanting more, to hurt him more, to bring him more pleasure, Remus found some more cord, binding the top of the balls, til the scrotum was stretched tightly, he hit the balls some more, hearing Harry’s muffled cries into Kingsley’s neck. Next Remus found some more clamps and attached two to each of Harry’s balls. Then, tying more cord through the loops cutting off Harry’s balls he attached the entire box of heavy, metal clamps and let it drop.

Harry jerked at the sudden and extreme pain in his balls and tightened so hard Kingsley came with a shout, shuddering along with Harry as Harry’s body twitched involuntarily. Finally Harry looked down, idly wondering where the twins had gone, to see a very pleased looked Remus kneeling at his feet. The birthday boy looked up again as a hand cupped his face, and leaned forward to receive a gentle kiss from his best friend who’d turned up out of nowhere. Slowly Harry’s body calmed down, he felt Kingsley’s prick slide smoothly out of him, and shuddered again as his knee inadvertently knocked the box of clamps. A soft voice was murmuring comforting words in his ear and Harry gazed lazily as Ron pulled back to check he was okay, and then procured a riding crop and raised his eyebrow questioning. Harry moaned and nodded his agreement and Ron quickly caught the tip of the crop alongside the handle, leaving a loop, glancing up at Harry’s face he drew back and with a quick flick of his wrist struck Harry’s torso.

Remus looked up as Ron delicately begun to decorate Harry’s chest with angry red loop marks. After every two or three swings, he’d lean forward to first claim Harry’s mouth, then sooth the most recent marks with his tongue. He took a moment to savour the stunning sight of the two young men’s mouths entwined before turning his attention back to where it was most needed. Harry’s cock was bound up nicely, the cock turning purple and weeping precome, his balls too were turning a lovely shade of purple and Remus could see where each of the teeth in the weighted clamps pulled at his scrotum. He waited until Ron was just about to strike and shoved the box of clamps. The resulting sounds, Harry’s wail, Ron’s breathy moan and the heavy clunk of the clamps moving in their box went straight to Remus’s enormous dick. He looked down and decided that in order to do this properly he’d have to ensure his own patience in the matter, and quickly found a cock ring - that was one or two sizes too small – to snap around his eager length. Growling low in his throat at the resulting throb of pain the werewolf returned his attention to Harry’s privates, decided, with a smirk, that maybe he should relieve some of the weight dangling from the celebrity’s testes. With nimble fingers – but not nimble enough to prevent some jerking and jolting – Remus happily removed six of the smaller clamps and proceeded to fill in some of the blank spots in-between the crisscrossed on Harry’s penis. Looking down at himself, and giving his own cock an encouraging squeeze as if to say ‘just hold in there for a bit longer’ the older man drew his final torment from inside his boot. Remus laid a hand on Ron’s side, silently suggesting that he move away so Harry could give him his full attention. Remus slicked up the thin stylus, lining the end up with the glistening hole in Harry’s punished head, and slide the first 2 cm inside. The scream that tore from Harry’s throat made Remus relieved he’d thought to bind his own cock, and somehow, through the bound balls and cock, and past the obstruction inside the head of his length, Harry managed to squeeze several drops of precome out of the stretched tip. Remus moaned again, and looking up and catching Harry’s eyes he thrust the stylus the rest of the way in.

Harry was sure his dick must’ve been cut off. Nothing could hurt that much. Ever. He screamed and somehow managed to keep his eyes on Remus’s. By god, that felt indescribable. The normally quiet man at his feet growled low and came round behind him to fill him up. Harry moaned some more as Remus’s rough shoves moved the weight on his balls. “Oh, god, please Remus. Please, hurts so good, want it so much please, oh, fucking god please.” Eyes unfocused, Harry hardly noticed as his arms were released from above his head, strong arms around his abused torso holding him up. He definitely noticed as those arms removed the nipple clamps and blood rushed back in. Still panting, screaming and begging, Harry’s balls were untied, and his sweet torment was pressed higher as his balls tried to push his orgasm through him, but was stopped short at his bound and blocked cock. Finally, just as Harry thought he could take it no more, there was a wrenching pain, and Harry shrieked as the stylus was removed, coming even before his cock was unbound, coming, screaming, moaning and collapsing.

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“Mmm, s’nice” Someone was rubbing soothingly at his cock, his ball, his chest, his arse. There were lips sliding along his jaw, his side, his knees, and words murmured in his ear. Slowly he became aware of what was going on, “mmm, gotta stop passing out.” “Shussh, it’s s’ok”, “you did brilliantly”, “so beautiful when you come”, “shhh, just rest a bit”, “loved watching you scream”, Harry couldn’t tell who’s voice was whose but let himself fall back into the darkness.

Next time Harry woke the hands were no longer so soothing. One that had been gently massaging his stretched opening before was now sliding a finger or two inside. The hand on his cock was more purposeful; sliding up and down: “mmm, yeah, just there.” There were fingers on his abused nipples; stroking then flicking: “oh, god, *moan*, please, feels good.” The hand on his balls; pushing and squeezing: “harder.” Lips replaced by teeth on his jaw: “kiss me.”

Slowly Harry opened his eyes. Bill had worked his way up to his ear. “Time to wake up, after all, there’s plenty of us who haven’t had a good enough go at you yet.” Harry moaned, thrust slightly into his hands and breathed out a “yes.”

Suddenly, on some signal Harry didn’t see, all the hands on his body slide away, but before he could protest, they all came back; With a slap. Harry gasped and sat up, and as his mind caught that the soft and teasing hands had just spanked him all over, let out a heart felt groan. “Ah, finally Mr Potter, you’ve decided to join us in the land of the living again.”

Harry groaned again as he looked up at his dark eyed lover, gave him a half hearted glare and said “Well, maybe if you hadn’t set your evil school mate here on me I wouldv’e been able to stay somewhat conscious in the first place,” waving randomly as he knew Remus must be somewhere.

That earnt Harry a heavy slap on his left knee, allowing Harry to finally figure out whose hand at least on of the arms belonged to as Severus looked up at him disapprovingly. Harry moaned again, for no good reason, looked at the crowd of people around him, and asked Percy, whose face was now the closest for a kiss.


Hi, I'd like to thank all the people who reviewed and I'd just like to point out that I wasn't really aiming for accuracy in, well, anything really. And that I've kinda forgotten what some people are wearing, so just assumed they got undressed some other time or something and I'm sorry that Harry keeps passing out, but it seems fun like that, and I wasn't planning on finishing the chapter here but then I ran out of time... Thanks again for reading/reviewing :)

Added A/N HI, I'd just like to apologise for not updating for ages, and say I probs won't for a while coz I got a job, so my time to randomly sit around and do important things like write fanfiction went from about 80 hours a week to about 1, and that one normally gets spent reading. Sorry. I do plan to continue writing more at some point though, just not right now.