Harry the Slut

A/N Okay... New chapter. It's a bit longer :) Thanks for the reviews. Dragon we will definitely hopefully get some werewolf happening, I kinda just write with the flow but yes, hopefully that'll pop up soon.

Chapter 3: Breakfast and Lunch, Harry style


When Harry woke the next morning aching and hard. Mourning the fact there was no one to help him out, he took his problem in hand thinking about Neville the night before. Who knew Neville, Neville LONGBOTTOM had it in him to as good as rape Harry. Not that Harry hadn't wanted it, and not that Neville wouldn't've known Harry wanted it, but still, Harry had tried to pretend for as long as he could that he wanted Neville to let him go but the little bugger had persisted anyway. Moaning at the thought of being forced on his own bed, it took no time before Harry was cumming silently into his hand.

He got up and dressed and opened his curtains to the normal morning chaos with everyone rushing to minimise the time between waking and getting to the hall and eating. Looking over at Neville the shy boy blushed scarlet and suddenly desperately needed to find something hidden deep in his wardrobe. He was so avid on ignoring Harry that all the other boys had left by the time he finally noticed the drop in volume and only Harry was left sitting on his bed. Harry grinned and came over and, not one to dillydally kissed him full on the lips.

“I know you're scared shitless that I'll hate you for what happened last night and you can't believe that you did it,but I just thought I'd clear it up and say that it was amazing and I really liked it and feel free to do it whenever you like, or if you wanna do something different I'm happy for that as well.” Harry burst this all out in one breath, which made Neville feel better because it showed that Harry was nervous as well, and then he didn't have anymore time for thinking as Harry shoved his tongue down his throat again and worked a hand inside Neville's carefully fastened robes. Both boys moaned as Neville worked to return the favour and soon both of their hands were fastened on the others genitals, Neville yanking and squeezing at Harry's encouragement, and Harry stroking gentle but firmly. Despite both boys earlier orgasms, the roommates spurted soon after standing in the middle of their dorm with the clothes still on.

As the boys straightened out their clothes and murmured cleaning charms, Harry grinned at Neville, “I think I'm really gonna like having some in the dorm to have some fun with,” and Neville, no matter how awkward he was, couldn't help but grin back and agree.

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As the two Gryffindors were heading down for breakfast Harry felt the frisson of a spell wash over him and his underclothes disappear. Grinning wryly he told Neville to continue on without him, and with a known look and a rueful wink the mouse-headed boy turned towards the Great Hall just as hands grabbed Harry and pulled him roughly into a hidden room.

“On your knees you dirty slut, walking round the castle just waiting for it. Oh look Zabini, the whore's all ready for us, no underclothes or anything.” Harry moaned happily as Malfoy yanked his robes up to expose his still flushed arse cheeks. “Looks like someone's already been using the tart. That's all your good for, Potter isn't it? You're really just a walking talking doll with a hole at each ends for our use. Suck on that Potter, yeah, take the big fat cock of his all the way down your throat.”

Harry groaned happily as Zabini shoved in and was soon followed by Malfoy's slick prick. Blaise grabbed his hair and held himself in to the balls. Moaning Harry closed his eyes and took it. Fuck he loved it when these two got to him. Zabini loved to hold his dick down Harry's throat til Harry thought he'd pass out of lack of oxygen. He gasped around the heavy prick as it was pulled out to allowed for one half breath and then shoved back in. Malfoy, behind him had no interest in remaining still. Hands holding Harry's hips fiercely he plunged into Harry's arse like there was no tomorrow, roaring and rambling as he buried himself as deep as he could go.

The sensation of being fucked so hard with no air made Harry feel like he was flying.

“Yes, you damned slut. TAKE IT. Dirty boy. You love taking me while Blaise holds it deep inside you. Fuck!” Malfoy pulled his cock the whole way out before pushing back in without pause, causing Harry to pant harder around Zabini's prick. “ Yes. Fuck, you can feel it Potter can't you. There's nothing to inhale but his precum, yes, choke on it.”

Harry gasped and, fuck, started coughing round Blaise's cock as in his desperation to breathe some moisture slid the wrong way but the Slytherin didn't even think of letting up, just moaned and thrust in even harder and found his own voice. “Yes, Potter, Fuck yeah, choke on it, thats the way, mmmmmmmmm, Love the way your throat feels as it closes around me, gasp for it, fuck yeah.” He pulled back just enough so that Harry could grab a few breaths, moaning at the feel of the Gryffindor's muscles opening and closing around him, before shoving back in to cut of his air supply totally. “Take it my bitch. Take it.”

Harry tried to groan but couldn't. Fuck, flying so hard. The pummelling of his arse and the violation of his throat all blurred together until Harry was just one quivering mass of heat. Being used at both end. His gasps turned to half sobs as Blaise stole his final breaths and the world clouded at the edges until even with his eyes shut Harry could see it spinning. He gasped again, feeling the joy of tiny sips of oxygen hemming past the massive cock living down his throat. He forgot Zabini, forgot Malfoy, he just concentrated on the singing in his mind as he gasped and pleading and begged from the silence of his stretched lips. Harry didn't even notice as Malfoy wrapped a hand around his weeping cock. He caught one final breath before everything seemed to go black. Before it exploded like nothing before. The euphoric feel of air rushing down his throat had completely overpowered the joy of orgasm. He was dimly aware of spurting his seed but moaned and gasped and heaved as his empty mouth tasted the sweet air. He moaned and gasped and choked as Blaise came on Harry's lips as he watched the boy pant with emptiness.

Slowly things seemed to calm down. Harry swallowed Zabini's cum down so he could breathe more sweet air and gradually became aware that at some point Malfoy must've cum because he wasn't pounding into his arse anymore. The two Slytherin's let Harry take his time. Malfoy, still griped inside the boy patted Harry's back, soothing him, and Blaise sat beneath him so Harry could collapse his head down to lie awkwardly on his knees with his head in his lap. As the raven-haired boys breath evened out slowly the Slytherin's drew away and mumbled cleaning charms for all of them. With a coy smile Malfoy produced Harry's underclothes and soon all three students were ready to finish their trip to breakfast. Harry, unable to stop himself, granted each Slytherin with a blistering kiss before departing, thinking about reasons he could claim for being late for breakfast where Hermione would no doubt be badgering him again.

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Several houses later found Harry sitting happily in Defence Against the Dark Arts. Defence was his favourite subject this year and a glance to the front of the room quickly showed why. Justin Elliot was a very attractive looking professor. He was tall, and muscly, and looked as though he'd have no trouble picking up a man and throwing him across the room without using magic. Actually, Harry reflected, Harry was intimated aware that Professor Elliot was very capable of manhandling a man, as he'd once picked Harry up and fucked him using only the strength in his arms, not even bothering to find a wall to push Harry against.

Elliot had a wide draw and chestnut brown hair that was cut just long enough that if you held your hand around his scalp and then clenched your fingers together, you could manage to give it a good, hard tug, an action which Harry mused, never failed to cause the man's cock to bounce.

Elliot was also an intelligent man, and had brought the class up to speed despite the terrible teachers that came before him. He demanded respect and got it. Even Snape, Harry had managed discover in one of the Slytherin's weaker moments, held a grudging respect for the man.

However, Elliot was sometimes cruel with his cleverness, so Harry found himself, 15 minutes in to his hour long class, no longer comfortably sitting listening and daydreaming.

Elliot gave the class five minutes to read a page in their book and used the time top full advantage. Grinning savagely when he was sure no one was looking the tall professor set his focus on his favourite Gryffindor for the first time since he'd entered the room. Oh yes this would be fun.

Harry was skimming the text, wondering idly if his professor realised that he'd actually scene a Basilisk and that they were nothing like what the book described when he was suddenly and unwittingly painfully hard. With a start Harry looked up and caught the grin on his professor’s face, and got the feeling the light-haired man had realised that this was one lesson that Harry could afford not to be completely attentive in.

Seconds after this realisation Harry almost cried out as his arse, which had been happily throbbing all day was filled completely. Nothing ENTERED his arsehole, he just became full. Harry's eyes widened comically and he swung his head wildly from left to right as thought that would help. Elliot had no mercy however, knowing he only had about a minute left before students started finishing and looking up, he cast a final, subtle spell, and swept up from behind his desk to continue the lesson.

Harry didn't hear another word for forty minutes, and then it was only because Ron asked three times if he was alright and why he wasn't leaving. Harry somehow managed to stumble he wanted to ask something and waved Ron away, and smiled gratefully at Malfoy who started insulting Ron about how Harry didn't need his hand held. As the door such Harry could wait no longer and yanked down his pants. Groaning in relief. Harry's cock was huge. Not just hard from having a growing vibrating plug up his arse for 45 minutes. But, literally massive. Looking down Harry thought that it was probably double the size it normally was when it was hard. It was turning purply-red and looked angry and sore. It HURT goddamn it.

Stifling a smirk Justin watched as his student yanked his pants down as the room cleared, yes, it would be nicely aching by now. He gave Harry a moment or two to assess the situation before coming towards him. “It seems Mr Potter you have yourself a bit of a problem here.”

Harry gasped as he looked up, having forgotten all about his professor, he clamped his mouth shut on his initial reply, catching the gleam in the man's eyes. Fuck, role plays were hard enough to maintain when he started off lucid. “Ppppllease Pppproffessor,”Harry stumbled, “I don't know what happened, I was just, just sitting here thinking about Basilisks when, I don't know what happened but, ow it hurts. Pppplease. You're the smartest professor you must be able to help.”

Elliot hurmphed and Harry heard him mumble as he headed back to his desk, “Basilisks, is that what they're calling it these days,” before continuing out loud, “I think I might have something here Mr Potter, but I must warn you it is likely to get worse before it gets better, and there are some elements of the treatment that you might find... peculiar.”

Harry nodded thought the Professor couldn't see him. “Please sir, anything.”

“Very well.” Elliot came back over and rubbed some white cream onto Harry's cock, the gel was soothing but offered no real relief. “Shhushh, even I can't just miracle away a condition like this with some cream. There is, a, ritual of sorts.” Professor Elliot paused, smoothing Harry's hair, “Harry, do you trust me?” the professor continued with such a sleazy look on his face that Harry almost burst out laughing despite his pain, add good actor to the list of attractive attributes.

Harry bit his lip nervously, and nodded his head not trusting to look in his professor's eye. “Of course professor. I know you'd do what you have to to help me, but please start, it hurts and feels strange, and...” Harry choked back a fake sob and threw himself into his professor's arms.

“Okay, Harry, as I said, some of the things are a bit peculiar, but you'll have to trust me, because I can't explain what all of them are because I'll have to work to a time line, shusssh now. I'll start.”

Even Harry was surprised by what Elliot did then. Harry was expecting a “now this cream needs to be applied internally, no, not in your mouth, a different hole,” but instead his professor fished through his pockets before pulling out a metal cock cage. Harry gasp as he slid it down his cock and then let out a half scream as the light-haired man tightened it with a spell. “Look at it, Mr Potter, you have to look at this cage as it tightens around your cock, see the diamond pattern it makes as it pulls in some of your flesh. Yes, Mr Potter, I know it hurts, but there is no other way to help you.”

Harry didn't have to fake the sob this time. Wow that hurt, his skin, which was tender from being stretched so tight was caught and squashed. “Ppprofessor, oh, please professor, that hurts so much sir, oh, sir please sir.”

Elliot smiled gently and shusshed the boy. “It's okay Harry, I think just a minute more and then we'll be able to move onto the next stage, sshhh, its okay”

If the next stage was meant to be better Harry knew Elliot was more twisted than he thought. For he soon got out a small flogger, no longer than Harry's forearm with a flexible square on the end that he used to bash each glowing square of flesh that stood out around the cage. Harry threw his head back and bellowed. There were no words for how it felt to have his poor abused cock flogged inside its prison. He bellowed and canted his hips, angling up into the hits, and when the crop reached the head (for Elliot hand begun at the base and worked his way up) there was no sound to justify the way he felt as Elliot first hit his opening and then with a murmured word to narrow the handle of the flogger slid it down Harry's length.

Elliot looked up as Harry went quiet, making sure this wasn't too much for him, but was pleased with the site. Harry head was thrown back, but Elliot could still see his unfocused eyes and open mouth. However his legs were still open, and his hands gripped the side of the chair fiercely, making no attempt whatsoever to stop his motions. Trying to keep the fantasy going, Elliot murmured soothing words, and though he wasn't sure Harry would hear him, explained as he pulled to crop back out that he would need to reinsert it with a special potion that was crucial to fixing Harry's problem.

Nothing could keep Harry silent as the flogger slid again down his pee-slit. He screeched, realising that it must burn so much as his professor had said something about a potion. God. It was amazing. Finally, after several seconds the intrusion was removed and Harry fell back to the normal blissful agony. The treatment wasn't over however, and seconds, minutes, hours later Harry's throbbing length was incased in a tight hot space that gripped him and pulled him like nothing else. It took Harry the full way in and three thrusts to realise his professor had impaled himself on Harry's bound and huge cock, and was fucking himself harshly while muttering “this will surely heal you, get you nice and squashed.” Harry moaned and pushed himself up and was suddenly alarmingly aware of the plug in his arse as it begun pushing up and vibrating.

With all the tension of the build up it took neither of them long to crash. Harry felt, inside that tight heat something loosen and then he was spilling forth and slipping back and collapsed exhausted and sated into the chair with his professor's heavy weight on top of him.

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Some minutes later Harry was lying sleepily on the floor, without exactly remembering how he'd ended up there. He looked over at his professor with a lazy grin. “Wow. That was more than I expected.”

Justin smiled back at Harry, loving the way the man sprawled happily before him. “I was feeling imaginative, he said, plus, you didn't need to listen to that class anyway.”

Several more minutes passed before Harry looked a bit confused and then looked up at Justin, “So tell me all knowing professor how did all that help my poor little cock here,” Harry paused to pat his, normal-sized though sore, cock, “get healed.”

Justin reached out to grope the boy, “Well, when one is cursed with a certain spell, their cock will keep growing when hard rather than reaching full hardness and stopping, all it takes is lack of stimulation or orgasm to fix it.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “No, I mean, what's Professor Elliot's reasoning for taking advantage of his poor student like that.”

Snorting at Harry's atrocious attempt at innocence, Elliot paused, looking a little awkward, “Err, I didn't bother with the back story, seeing as your never normally lucid enough to understand all the little things I mention until later on anyway. I couldn't really think of a good reason to have to tie you up and flog your cock so I just thought I'd go with some random ritual and ignore all the problems.” With a shrug Elliot looked at his watch, cursed and started picking up clothes. Which got Harry cursing as well and soon both men stood by the door ready to go.

With a casual grin and a wink, Harry pecked his good professor on the cheek and headed out into the hall cursing that he'd once again have to come up with so reason for leaving his two best friends alone for a meal that day.

tbc...

A/N Wow that was a bit more full on than I expected, I don't even know where Professor Elliot came from ;) I feel I should credit Amanuensis and Amy (along with a lo of other authors, but they are the ones I'm mostly thinking of at the moment) from whom I stole tidbits of ideas to turn into more.

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