Harry Potter, Porn Star: Orgy-rific!!

Harry woke to the brush of cold, wet glass against his cheek. His eyes opened and at first all he saw was a cream-coloured curtain, until a voice spoke.

“Finally awake, Mr. Potter? How wonderful. Welcome to my playground.”

It hadn’t been a curtain at all, but a screen of long, white-blond hair falling in front of his face as Lucius Malfoy bent over him, rolling the side of his tumbler of scotch across Harry’s cheek to wake him. Looking up into those cold, nearly colourless eyes and seeing the smirk on the cruel lips, Harry couldn’t contain a moan of sheer longing. This man, above anyone he’d ever seen, was purely beautiful. Harry had often wondered if his looks were the result of a careful glamour or charm of some sort, but when he’d look at Draco, he could see the promise of this man’s beauty in the adolescent features of the son. When Draco reached full maturity, there was every possibility he would be as beautiful as his father. Perhaps even more so.

Harry let his gaze rake down Lucius’ body and couldn’t prevent the slow roll of his hips when he saw that Malfoy was clad only in a thin dressing robe. A low, smooth chuckle from the other side of him made Harry reluctantly turn his head to see Severus Snape sitting in an armchair across the room. On a sofa near him, Draco and Blaise were wrapped around one another, kissing—no, eating each other, their teeth flashing brightly through their kiss. Harry whimpered as he watched them, their bodies a startling, beautiful contrast to each other.

“Ah, yes, you are also a connoisseur of flesh, I see, Mr. Potter. They are exquisite, aren’t they?”

Harry could only nod, one hand trailing down his chest to pay some overdue attention to his reawakened cock.

“Ah, ah, Mr. Potter. You are not to touch yourself without permission. I would hate to have to punish that delectable arse of yours when there are so many other things I could be doing with it.”

Snape snorted and rose, strolling toward Harry and Lucius. “Lucius, don’t lie to the young celebrity in our midst. You enjoy the marks of your cane as much as I enjoy inflicting them.”

“Hmm, so true, Severus, but I would rather try something… different tonight, I fear. Perhaps Mr. Potter will oblige us at a later date?”

Harry nibbled on his lower lip and looked between both men, Draco’s words from before flowing through his mind once again. “You’d let Lucius stick his fat cock up your arse, wouldn’t you?…. You want my daddy to fuck you, to abuse you. You want his hair to tangle all over you, don’t you?…. The best cock I’ve ever ridden was Snape’s…. his cock has this wickedly delightful curve at the very tip. It hits that spot every damn time, and he’s so fucking rough. So brutal…. And when he and Lucius fuck you together…” He started trembling with the force of his desperate need for these two men, his burning, liquid desire. But… a cane? Wouldn’t that… hurt?

His reticence must have shown in his gaze, because suddenly Snape leaned down and started speaking to him, whiskey-smooth voice a palpable rub against his senses. “One day soon, Potter, I’ll have you over my knee. I’ve wanted to punish you for your impertinence more than once, but I won’t use anything other than the flat of my hand on you. You need that form of discipline. Your actions cry out for it. Don’t flinch away from me, Potter,” he said, voice hardening so that Harry’s name nearly cracked off those thin lips. “You’ll learn to enjoy it. You’ll eventually yearn for it so much that you’ll seek me out, beg for me to tear your pants off you and redden that smooth young skin. You’ll languish without the burn of it. Die inside for it until I finally give in and give it to you.

“I’ll make you grab your ankles, pants and trousers gathered under your palms, as I tell you to count them out. And then you’ll hear it. The slight disturbance of the air just before my hand connects with your arse. And you’ll want it so badly that you’ll lean into it, hoping to make it explode over your skin just that slightest bit more. You’ll gasp at the first impact, those gorgeous lips parted in a combination of lust and pain. You’ll feel the blossom of pain just before the heat of it, the tingle up your spine. And then I’ll do it again, over and over, until the tears are flowing freely down your face and you’re begging me to stop. But you won’t mean it. You won’t ever want me to stop, which is why you beg me to. Because you’ll be afraid that if you don’t ask me to cease, that you’ll be there forever and that you’ll never want to leave. That you’ll just give in to the need for the pain and pleasure of it.

“Eventually you won’t be able to hold back and your hips will rock, begging for a different sort of touch. You’ll be pleading for my hand on your cock just as much as you implore me to stop spanking you. Because you know I won’t allow you to come until my need to punish you is satisfied. But Potter? My need for that will never be satisfied. And that’s why you’ll continue to seek me out, until I am your obsession. Until just seeing my hand gesturing during meal times will be enough to make your cock stand to attention and leak with yearning for me.”

“Oh, god, please! Please, sir!” Harry cried, though he had no idea what it was he was asking for.

Lucius chuckled and ran one hand down the midline of Harry’s chest, trailing a pale finger over the hard, throbbing cock that stood, pulsing with every heart beat, from his groin. “Severus. Tsk. You’ll confuse the boy if you start that sort of talk. Especially as I have no intention of letting you indulge this fantasy tonight.” He straightened and walked away, returning quickly with a small, wooden box in his hands. Opening the top, he removed some items, and Harry blinked past the haze of lust that had fallen over his gaze.

“We need to prepare our boy for this evening’s entertainment, Severus. Would you be so kind?” Lucius asked, handing something small and silver over to Snape.

A wicked grin curved Snape’s lips as he leaned forward, swiping the tip of his tongue over one of Harry’s hard, sensitive nipples. Harry moaned and arched his back, pushing his chest up, offering himself to the sweet pleasure of Snape’s mouth. Something clamping around the base of Harry’s cock had him crying out and looking down, where he could see Lucius putting some sort of weighted restraint around his ballsac.

A burning, pinching pain at his chest made him twist away and he saw that a silver nipple clamp was biting into the pink nub of flesh. As he felt the prick of tears sting his eyes from that, his other nipple was being rolled between two long, stained fingers, and the other clamp was attached there. He reached up to remove them, only to find his wrists trapped by two other sets of hands. Eyes flying up, he saw that Zabini and Malfoy had abandoned their sex play to come take part in this.

“Please,” he moaned, twisting his hands in their grasps, only to have Draco bend down to him and swipe his tongue over Harry’s ear.

“Shh, Potter. You’ll enjoy this. The pain is fleeting, but the pleasure at the end... All the more sweet for the bitter bite of it now.”

“You’ve…?” Harry’s voice was lost on a gasp as Zabini started sucking his fingers into his mouth, tongue swirling over them.

“Oh, yes, I’ve been where you are now. I’m quite frankly jealous, Potter. This sort of treat is my very favourite.”

“Now, Draco, don’t spoil the moment for Mr. Potter. Remember, Severus is quite anxious to deal out some punishment this evening. If you aren’t careful, you’ll find yourself spread over his lap.”

Harry watched, bemused, as Malfoy’s face flushed, eyes darkening with passion as he said, voice husky with arousal, “Do you promise, Father?”

Snape’s chuckle reached Harry’s ears just before the sharp smack of skin on flesh. “Impertinent brat,” he said, voice filled with amusement.

Malfoy’s breathing had broken on a moan when Snape had spanked him and Harry’s wrist would carry bruises from the way those elegant fingers had spasmed around it. “You… actually like to be spanked?”

“I love it, Potter. There’s nothing to compare with the delicious burn of it. Nothing.”

Every question Harry had disappeared when he felt wet fingers circling his hole. He pulled his legs back, feet bracing against the padded table he rested on as he tried to push his arse onto the fingers. A dry chuckle was his only reward as the fingers retreated to the skin between his hole and his bollocks. Lucius leaned forward and said something, but Harry couldn’t hear his words for the blood rushing through his veins as the long, silky hair brushed against his cock.

He bit his lip, muffling a moan and wriggled his hips, trying to get more of that feeling. Malfoy grinned mischievously and said, “I believe he wants to fuck your hair, Father.”

Harry would have responded verbally to that, but as Draco was speaking to Lucius, Snape leaned over and licked at the spot where Harry’s bottom lip disappeared between his teeth. Harry opened his mouth for that tongue, sucking it into his mouth, twining his with it. The angle was off, making the kiss difficult, because Snape was leaning over the head of the table, but they managed.

Suddenly, a finger slid up inside Harry, with no warning whatsoever. He cried out, the sound lost as it passed into Snape’s mouth and came back to him as a low moan from the older man. Harry rocked his hips, clenching his anus around that finger, trying to get it further into him.

A hot mouth engulfed his cock then, even as the dragging fall of hair was used to tease his balls. He would have come right then, but the cock ring and weighted cage was preventing that. Another finger pushed in with the first and Harry twisted his hand in Draco’s suddenly loose grasp, gaining its freedom.

Harry felt someone climb onto the table and straddle his chest and then Snape was backing away with a last lick to Harry’s lips. He opened his eyes to see Draco, cock in hand, masturbating over his face. His breath seized in his lungs then and he opened his lips wide, mouth watering for a taste. Draco grinned wickedly and shook his head, his hand continuing to stroke quickly over his hard, flushed flesh.

Harry gave a pleading moan even as Draco looked up, staring at something behind Harry and licked his lips enticingly. A low growl reached Harry’s ears then and he saw a flash of black out of the corner of his eye before Draco dropped down, one hand bracing against the top of the table as he continued to ride his hand.

Harry brought his free hand up and cupped Draco’s balls just as the first of many harsh slaps started. He tilted his head back, watching the emotions flicker over Draco’s face. His pale pink lips were parted and he moaned with every blow, his body rocking forward under the impact. Harry tugged on his other hand and reached up, slapping Draco’s away from his cock, allowing him to use that hand to better brace himself.

He made a tight channel with his hands, not moving them, just holding them there so that with each blow of Snape’s hand across Draco’s pale arse, as his body was pushed forward, he was fucking into Harry’s hands.

Over the sounds of Snape spanking Draco, Harry barely made out Lucius’ cool, arrogant voice ordering Zabini to suck him to readiness. Draco must have heard it, too, because his eyes opened wide and with a small shudder, he came, his spunk shooting out of the slit in the tip of his cock and splashing into Harry’s face and hair.

Harry smiled and rolled his head from side to side, accepting this heavenly decoration of his thirsty skin. Draco remained over Harry, arm muscles twitching with the effort to not collapse, until a black-robed arm curled around his waist and helped him down off the table, giving Harry his first glimpse of that arse.

“Oh, sweet Merlin,” he murmured, cock twitching mightily again as his hungry gaze absorbed the beauty of the red hand prints over the milky pale skin. His eyes darted to Snape, who was smirking knowingly at him.

“Do you see the attraction now, Potter?”

“Oh, yeah,” he breathed, eyes sliding back to Draco who was climbing onto the sofa again. When Draco rolled to his side to watch the proceedings, Harry bit back a sound of dismay. That beautiful, reddened arse was hidden from his gaze now.

Lucius drew Harry’s attention again when he twisted his fingers forcefully in Harry’s own arse. He hadn’t been paying enough attention, apparently, because Lucius was demanding it now.

“Spread your legs further apart, Potter,” he commanded, and Harry did, letting his knees fall to the sides, widening his stance and pulling his cheeks apart that much more. Lucius smoothed one hand down his inner thigh in approval and withdrew his fingers from Harry’s arse to gather more of the lubricating oil he was using.

“Ready for three?” he asked.

Harry nodded eagerly and lifted his hips a bit in an effort to help. Lucius smirked at him and thrust all three fingers in at once, watching as Harry’s eyes flew open wide in a mixture of pleasure and pain. It was a sharp, sudden burn, but nothing compared to what Harry had endured while being fucked by both Draco and Blaise, and it passed quickly.

Suddenly, Harry felt the prod of another finger at his stretched, sensitive hole and then it was pushing through. Four fingers. His breathing sped up and he couldn’t stop his gaze from darting to Snape, or his tongue from licking his lips. His only thought now was that Lucius must be preparing him for more than himself.

Harry reached a hand out to Snape, who merely arched a brow at him, amusement dancing in his black gaze. “What do you want, Potter?”

“You,” he croaked. “Both of you. That’s what we’re going to do, right? Oh, please!”

Lucius chuckled and shared a look with Snape. “Perhaps, Potter. Perhaps. But first….” With those curious words, Lucius twisted his hand and Harry could feel the fingers cupping a bit inside his arse and then….

Then Lucius’ whole hand was riding up into Harry’s arse, the fingers going higher than before, stroking against parts of Harry that had never been touched. He felt the fingers begin to curl down and it was only then that Harry realised what was happening. Lucius Malfoy was fisting him!

Harry’s eyes rolled up before he closed them completely to luxuriate in the feeling of being stretched so wide. Lucius rolled his wrist, and Harry felt the scrape of knuckles against his prostate which made him let out a gurgle of pure want.

“Father!” Harry heard Draco hiss, and he opened his eyes to see that Draco’s cock was once again riding high against his belly.

Snape snapped his fingers and Draco crawled off the sofa, stalking on hands and knees, so gracefully, across the floor to Snape before leaning up and helping the older man remove his robes and undo the placket of his trousers. Draco withdrew Snape’s semi-hard cock and wrapped his wet lips around it, swallowing it straight down to the root, his nose buried in the springy black hairs at the base.

Harry was beyond thought as Lucius twisted and shoved his fist inside Harry, dragging it out until the thickest part of his hand was stretching Harry’s opening wide, making Harry’s back bow and his breathing come in quick, harsh, sobbing pants. Lucius reached up and released the confining leather around Harry’s cock and balls, just as he thrust his fist high up inside Harry once more.

With a scream, Harry came, his own sperm landing so high that some of it mixed with Draco’s drying seed on his face.

Lucius withdrew his hand and offered it to Zabini, who began to lick and suck at it like it was the most wonderful lolly.

“When you’ve recovered, Potter,” Lucius said, voice betraying his own very high level of desire. “We’ll discuss letting you fuck Severus and myself.”


TBC