After Lights Out.

Before the evening’s activities got underway, Ron sent Harry off to the Prefect’s bathroom for a hot soak, with strict instructions to relax, clean himself thoroughly, and remove all his body hair - a special request from Neville.

Harry soaked his Quidditch-strained muscles, loosening them up nicely for what was to come that night. Both his cock and his arse throbbed in anticipation, and it was all he could do not to touch himself. That had been another of the boys’ demands. Now that Harry had agreed to be their whore, his body belonged to them, and, as such, he would only be allowed release if they felt he had earned it.

To this end, Ron had already fitted a slender, silver cock ring snugly around Harry’s shaft.

Stepping out of the bath, Harry quickly dried his now hairless skin, and tugged on his robe. He didn’t bother with other clothes, or underwear; that would only waste valuable time later, time that could be spent fucking.

He hurried back to Gryffindor tower, mainly out of a desire for what was to come, but also from the nagging fear of being found in this state of undress, and arousal, by Filch. Rumours of the Caretaker’s ‘torture’ dungeon were a little depraved, even for Harry’s liberal tastes. Although, he suspected that was far more to do with Filch himself, rather than it was any aversion to bondage.

When he finally reached the door to his dorm, Harry had reason to be grateful for Ron’s use of the cock ring. He was so alive with anticipation of what awaited him on the other side of the door, that Harry was sure he could have cum, untouched.

Swept away by a deliciously heady mix of both nervousness, and excitement, Harry reached out a trembling hand.

On entering the room, he saw that all four of his roommates were seated on Ron’s bed. Naked, save for small towels around their waists. Harry licked his lips in anticipation and met Ron’s heated gaze. He gave his best friend an almost imperceptible nod to let him know that it was still okay.

That was all it took for Ron. He ran his eyes over Harry’s clothed body. “I believe we said you were to be naked when in this room. Lose the robe. Now.”

Harry obediently shed his rob, revealing his naked body and straining, swollen cock. The other boys all stood up and dropped their towels. The sight of so many hard cocks caused a small whimper to escape Harry’s lips.

“On your knees, slut,” Dean instructed, watching with satisfaction as he was instantly obeyed. “Now crawl to us.”

Harry crawled, on all fours, the short distance to where his friends stood. Ron reached out and petted his hair. “Good boy. Now sit back and look at me. I need to explain a few things.”

Harry sat back on his heels and gazed up at his best friend expectantly.

“So obedient,” Neville murmured.

“Yeah, he is,” Ron agreed proudly. “He’s all smooth, too. Just like you wanted.”

The naked lust in Neville’s eyes as they trailed down his hairless body caused Harry’s breath to quicken. His eyes dropped to Neville’s large erection and his hole throbbed in anticipation of being violated by it.

“You’re our whore now, Harry,” Ron said, slapping his cock on his best friend’s cheek to regain his attention. “When you’re in this room, you will be naked, on your knees, and ready to serve us at all times. We own your body now. Your tight ass, hard cock, and that pretty mouth of yours; they all belong to us. We tell you what to do with them, and when. Do you understand?”

Harry nodded eagerly. “Yes.”

This earned him another slap with Ron’s cock, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum along his cheek. “And that’s another thing,” the redhead continued. “We’ve decided that when we’re in here, you should address us all as Sir. You, on the other hand, will answer to slut, whore, bitch, or any other name we chose to call you. Outside of this room, things stay the same. But inside it, you’re ours.”

“Yes, Sir,” Harry answered softly. “Yes, Sirs,” he then corrected, looking at the other three boys too.

Ron trailed the head of his cock along Harry’s lips teasingly. “We’re all going to take both your holes tonight. You’re going to suck and fuck like the greedy slut you are, and then we’re all going to shoot a load in your hot little arse. You want that, don’t you, Harry? Hmmm?”

Ron punctuated his question with teasing slaps of his cock on Harry’s lips. Not wanting to be left out, Seamus and Neville stepped closer and began rubbing their cocks over Harry’s face, leaving trails of their juices all over his cheeks

“We’ve decided that Dean’s going to go first, as a reward for playing so well today.”

Harry looked up and realised that the dark-skinned boy was not standing there any more. Ron placed his hand on Harry’s head and turned it in the direction of his bed. Dean was sitting on in, propped up against numerous pillows, his legs spread wide, slowly stroking his erection.

“C’mon, slut,” he growled. “I want your lips stretched round my cock now.”

Harry dropped back down to his hands and knees and crawled instantly over to the bed. He clambered up onto it as best he could and then settled between Dean’s spread thighs.

“That’s it,” Dean murmured as Harry lowered his mouth onto his erection, plump lips wrapping around his shaft. “Show me what a good little cocksucker you are.”

Dean’s hand tangled in Harry’s messy locks, forcing his head down further, and thrust up slightly at the same time. The feel of Harry’s throat swallowing desperately to accommodate the sudden intrusion had him groaning loudly.

Not wanting to be left out, the other boys were all standing around the bed, stroking themselves as they watched Dean stuffing his cock further into their slut’s mouth. Ron and Seamus were smoothing their hands along Harry’s back, sliding under his torso to tease his nipples. Neville was kneading and spreading Harry’s buttocks, his heated gaze fixed on the tight entrance that would soon be stretched open by them all.

Harry was flicking his tongue over the velvety head of Dean’s cock, when his head was tugged away roughly. “That’s enough, whore. It’s time to try that greedy arse of yours.”

Dean clambered off the bed and his place was swiftly taken by Ron. As Dean smeared lube on his cock and lined it up with Harry’s entrance, Ron began teasing Harry’s mouth with his erection. Harry’s tongue flicked out, lapping at the velvety head of his best friend’s cock.

Dean slammed into Harry in one hard thrust, causing him to whimper. Ron placed a hand to the back of Harry’s head and tugged him down to his cock. “Suck me,” he said. “Take my cock in your mouth so you’re filled at both ends. You want that, don’t you?”

Harry nodded. “Please, Sir,” he gasped, his body rocking forwards from the force of Dean’s thrusts.

Harry took Ron’s cock into his mouth and sucked greedily on it, his head bobbing up and down quickly, establishing a steady rhythm.

Dean was pumping into Harry’s arse with relish, feeling the tight heat of his friend’s hole working his shaft. He reached under Harry’s body and gave his cock a firm squeeze.

“You like this?” he panted. “You’re just a little whore, aren’t you?” Dean’s breath was rough and husky, and that, combined with his words, had Harry moaning around Ron’s cock, and pushing back against the dark-skinned boy.

“You’re such a dirty boy,” Dean continued, raising his hand to land a sharp spank on Harry’s buttocks. “What would people say if they could see you now? Nothing but a dirty, filthy whore. I’m gonna shoot deep inside you. Fill you with my thick, hot cum. D’you want that, slut?”

Ron yanked on Harry’s hair, tugging him off his cock. “Answer him,” he growled.

Harry turned his head and looked over his shoulder at Dean. “Yes, sir,” he whispered. “I want your cock deep inside me, please. Filling me with your cream.”

Dean pulled almost all the way out of Harry’s hole, before slamming back in with even more force than he had used so far. Harry whimpered softly as he felt his tender channel being roughly used.

Suddenly, Dean’s movements stilled. His fingers grabbed a bruising hold on Harry’s hips and he grunted loudly. Harry felt his friend’s warm seed flooding his hole and tightened his muscles round Dean’s shaft, wanting to milk every last drop.

Reluctantly, Dean let his softened cock slide out of Harry’s arse, and wiped his shaft off on the other boy’s buttocks, leaving sticky smears all over his flesh.

Ron clambered off the bed quickly and took up his position between Harry’s legs, his cock lined up with his now slick entrance. Seamus clambered onto the bed and knelt in front of Harry. He teasingly began to stroke his cock.

“You want this, slut? You want my hard cock in your mouth, fucking your face?”

Harry nodded, and then let out a groan as he felt Ron plunge into his hole and begin pounding away mercilessly.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Seamus demanded. “Start fucking sucking.”

Harry’s mouth closed over the head of Seamus’ cock and he began sucking. Seamus thrust forward, pressing the head of his cock against the back of Harry’s throat. He was surprised when Harry didn’t gag at the intrusion.

“Fuck,” he groaned, slowly pumping his hips. “You suck like a real whore.”

“He is a real whore, now,” Ron grunted, burying his cock inside his boyfriend’s cum-filled hole. “He’s our whore.”

Harry was overwhelmed with the sensation of having a cock in both ends, filling him completely. Both Seamus and Ron were pounding into him with some force, their thick shafts violating his body, and he loved it. The knowledge that there was still Neville’s huge cock to come just made him moan even more.

“That’s it, good boy,” Seamus purred, enjoying the vibrations this moan caused around his cock.

Ron leant forward and began planting small kisses on Harry’s back, tasting the sheen of salty sweat now coating his boyfriend’s skin. “You look fucking gorgeous like this,” he growled. “On your knees, filled with cock. Just beautiful.”

Unable to reply due to the thorough face fucking Seamus was giving him, Harry pushed backwards, grinding his arse further onto Ron’s cock, flexing his inner muscles as he did it.

“Shit, Harry!” Ron groaned. “Still so tight.”

Ron’s thrusts became more frenzied and Harry knew he was about to cum. He clenched again, teasing his boyfriend.

“Oh Merlin, you’re such…a…slut,” Ron panted as his thrusts subsided, and Harry groaned in pleasure as he felt a wave of hot seed gushing inside his willing hole.

Seamus was virtually pushing Ron out of the way in his eagerness to fuck Harry. He was so close to cumming after using Harry’s mouth that he needed to get in his arse quick.

He clambered on the bed, and, without even pausing to admire the messy, stretched hole, he thrust straight in and began pounding away furiously, making loud squishing noises as his cock forced trickles of cum out of Harry’s anus.

“Fuck, you’re such a good whore,” he grunted. “Gonna fill you with my cum.”

In all honesty, Harry wasn’t paying that much attention to what Seamus was doing. His eyes were fixed on the cock in front of him.

Neville was leaning back on the bed, slowly running a hand along his long, thick shaft.

“You want this?” he murmured softly. “You want my cock in your pretty mouth?”

Harry whimpered with desire; he would do just about anything to have that cock inside him. “Yes, sir, please.”

“Take me in your mouth then. Slide my thick shaft between those pouting lips of yours.”

Harry lowered his head and eagerly opened his mouth, desperate to feel that hot, heavy cock on his tongue, filling his mouth.

Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensation of Neville’s cock sliding into his mouth, all the way to the back of his throat, and then sliding back out again. Neville raked his fingers through Harry’s hair and watched as his cheeks hollowed with the intense suction. The sucking and slurping sounds alone were incredibly erotic.

Neville seemed content to let Harry set the pace, so he slid one hand down to cup Neville’s balls, stroking and massaging them gently, his own cock twitching as he felt how heavy and full of cum they were.

Seamus had hold of Harry’s hips tight and was pummelling his arse vigorously. He had his eyes scrunched tight, trying to stave off his release as long as possible. The feel of Harry’s anal muscles clenching around him was too good to give up.

“Let it go, Shay,” Dean said, running a teasing finger up the cleft of his best friend’s arse, and slowly breaching his hole.

That was more than Seamus could handle. With one last jabbing thrust, he let out a loud howl and began emptying inside of Harry.

Harry hummed in pleasure around Neville’s cock. He loved the feeling of cum inside his arse, and he now had three loads up there, drenching his anus. As Seamus slid out of him, Harry could feel the pleasant trickle of hot seed.

He pulled back off Neville’s cock and looked up at him with lust-filled eyes. “You’re next,” he commented, with a cheeky grin.

Neville grinned in return. “Eager little slut, aren’t you?”

“Eager for this,” Harry said, flicking the tip of his tongue over the head of the other boy’s cock.

“Come on, Nev,” Dean encouraged. “I can’t wait to see you impale our whore with that monster of yours.”

Neville smirked at Dean. “Oh, I intend to, don’t you worry.” He turned to look at Harry. “Roll onto your back,” he instructed. “I want to see your face while I fuck you.”

Harry eagerly shifted position, lying on his back, hooking his hands under his knees so that he was on display for Neville to enjoy.

Neville gazed intently at Harry’s arse for a moment, then he slid two fingers inside the stretched hole, scooping out some of the seed that filled it. He raised his fingers up to Harry’s face and looked at him expectantly. Without further instruction, Harry opened his mouth and quickly took the fingers inside, sucking them clean with relish.

“Such a greedy little cum slut,” Neville praised.

He took hold of Harry’s legs and held them wide apart. He pushed the tip of his cock past the slackened ring of muscle, and then just stopped.

Harry wriggled and whimpered in distress. “Please,” he begged. “Fuck me, please.”

“You want my cock, you little whore?” Neville growled, a dark glint in his eye. He pushed inside a small amount further.

Harry was almost sobbing with need. "Please, Sir,” he mewled. “I need to feel your cock thrusting in me, pounding my arse, until you fill me with your hot cum.”

“Don’t be mean, Nev,” Ron commented with a throaty chuckle. “Let the slut have your cock.”

As Neville plunged his thick shaft into him, Harry let out a tiny whimper; even after the fucking he had already had, Neville was so thick.

The other three boys were all now standing close to the bed. Dean knelt on the mattress at the side of Harry and began feeding his cock into his mouth. “Clean me up,” he instructed. “You got me all messy.”

Harry willingly opened his mouth and began licking Dean’s shaft cleaning, tasting the musky scent of his seed.

Neville hooked Harry’s legs over his arms and began grinding his cock into him in a way that had Harry arching off the bed, gasping in pleasure. The thick head of Neville’s cock was prodding at Harry’s prostate with every thrust, but the cock ring was preventing his release.

“Need to cum,” he pleaded, as Dean’s cock slid from his mouth, only to be replaced moments after by Ron’s.

“Soon,” Ron soothed, his fingers trailing down to tease one of Harry’s nipples. “Once Nev’s finished, then we’ll let you cum. You’ve been a good boy tonight, Harry. I’m proud of you.”

“Yeah, you’ve done good,” Seamus agreed, lowering his mouth to suckle Harry’s other nipple.

Neville ran his hands soothingly up and down Harry’s thighs, whilst his thick cock was violating the other boy’s arse. “You look so hot,” he murmured. “You’re arse full of my cock, stretched so wide, and dripping with cum.”

Harry arched off the bed again as his prostate was battered ruthlessly. The feel of his inner muscles rippling around his shaft, was more than Neville could handle in his highly aroused state. Even as he grunted and huffed his orgasm, he kept thrusting into Harry until the last drop of seed had been spurted inside the willing body beneath him.

Neville gently placed Harry’s legs back down on the bed, tell him all the while what a good boy he was. Harry was pleased with the praise, but the aching and throbbing in his groin was making it difficult to concentrate on anything else.

“Please?” he whined, looking at Ron with a pleading expression. “Can I cum now, Sir?”

Ron smiled down at him. “What d’you reckon, boys. Has Harry been a good enough whore that he should be allowed to come.”

“I think he deserves a special treat,” Dean said, a smirk on his face.

The other boys, Harry included, looked at Dean with interest. He didn’t say anything by just sat on the bed next to Harry.

“Roll over for me,” he instructed. When Harry had obeyed, Dean coaxed the tired boy back up onto his knees, leaving his torso resting on the bed. The other three boys watched wrapt in fascination as Dean parted Harry’s buttocks, displaying the sticky, stretched mess that they had all made of his once-tight hole.

There was thick, white globs of cum spilling out of him, trickling down his thighs, just as the boys had intended there to be. Dean looked over to Seamus and gave him a wicked grin.

“Shay, why don’t you come over here and help Harry clean himself up.”

Seamus looked shocked at the suggestion, but as the rest of his friends were enthusiastic about the prospect, he made his way over to the bed and knelt between Harry’s legs.

Dean reached under Harry and deftly removed the cock ring. Harry let out a loud gasp of relief. Dean smiled and patted his back. “It’s about to get so much better.”

Harry could feel Seamus’ hot breath ghosting over his hole, and along the back of his balls. Just as he began to think that the Irish boy had changed his mind, Harry felt a slick tongue trailing down his cleft, circling the rim of his abused hole.

When Seamus sealed his lips over Harry’s anus and began jabbing his tongue inside him, Dean reached underneath and began stroking Harry’s cock.

“That’s it,” he coaxed. “Cum for us, Harry. You’ve been such an amazing whore for us tonight.”

Harry felt like he was on the verge of passing out. The sensations running through his body were just too much. Not that this stopped him from grinding his arse back onto Seamus’ face, desperate for as much of that delicious sensation.

All four boys were touching him now, stroking his skin soothingly, telling him to cum for them. As obedient as always, Harry let out a soft cry, arched his back, and began shooting ribbons of semen over the duvet, and Dean’s hand.

He collapsed back onto the bed, finally feeling exhausted now that the adrenalin had passed. Rolling over, he grinned weakly up at his friends, who were all looking at him with something akin to awe in their eyes.

“So, how was it?” he asked cheekily.

“Stop fishing for compliments,” Seamus teased. “You know you’re a fantastic fuck.”

Harry blushed furiously and his friends thought it amusing that someone who could behave so wantonly, could still get embarrassed.

“You were amazing, Harry,” Neville praised quietly. “I can’t wait to fuck you again.”

Harry shifted slightly and winced at the tenderness in his arse. “Not tonight though?” he asked worriedly.

Neville smiled. “Not tonight, no. I think you’ve earned a rest.”

Harry yawned and allowed Ron to tuck the covers. “Thanks.”

“But tomorrow night,” Neville continued, “tomorrow night I’ve got big plans for you.”