Harry the Slut

A/N I'm not really that happy with this chapter, but I thought I'd upload it anyway because otherwise I might never convince myself to write more, but hopefully you'll all like it coz you don't have what I was aiming for in my head. So.. Enjoy!

An Evening in the Dungeons

That evening Harry was making his way down to the dungeons eagerly anticipating his regular rendezvous with his potions master. Sliding aside the panel to access Snape's quarters (he always set it to open when Harry arrived,) the first thing Harry saw inside the room made him moan viciously: Lucius Malfoy was sitting in Snape's lounge chair with a dark head bobbing between his legs. The image brought Harry to instant hardness, the sight of Snape on his knees for anyone was amazing. Normally his professor was one of the most dominate men he knew, Harry thought of being thrust against that tree, but fuck Lucius Malfoy knew how to put the man in his place.

Malfoy's visits were few and far between, but always memorable. The smirk that formed as he looked up and saw Harry was dark and sinister and so hot Harry was weak at the knees. Standing and sweeping aside Snape, Lucius came to greet Harry, smoothly closing his fly with one hand as he held his cane in the other. “My my, Mister Potter, strolling into a professor's quarters, you are a brave one,” Lucius fixed a sly grin on his face before whipping his cane up to cut Harry's cheek, “I will be having some fun tonight won't I?”

Harry whimpered at the contact and the words, he didn't need to touch his face to feel it bleeding, he suspected that Malfoy could magically alter the damage done by his cane with a thought, he could imagine the razor thin streak of red down his cheek. Malfoy circled Harry, every now and again the cane would lightly touch some part of him through his clothes and Harry would tense, “I think,” a silken voice murmured in his ear “that this will make things more interesting.” As he said this a black cord wound it way around Harry's eyes, robbing him of all sight, an instant later his clothes were gone and now the touches of the cane were sharp strokes, not designed to cut – or even hurt over-much – but to keep Harry guessing.

All through this Snape had been silent but Malfoy must have communicated with him in some way because when he was lead to the couch and told to sit he landed in his professor's lap, and his long cock slid home as Snape directed him with his hands. Harry felt a knot of cord at the base of the potion masters cock and wondered in what other ways Snape was bound. Hands pulled Harry's legs up and apart, leaving his thighs and most of his arse exposed, leather straps formed around his knees and ankles to hold him wide open. Harry rested back into Snape's comforting warmth, desperate to know what was coming and loving the deprivation of sight.

Prepared for a cane strike, Harry was somewhat shocked at a hot mouth on his nipple, moaning into the warmth, and then into the pain as Malfoy bit sharply then instantly replacing his teeth with a sharp clamp. “You taste, delicious...”

The strike he had been waiting for eventuated as Lucius moved back to apply some treatment to Harry's other nipple. It felt more like a crop – with more give than the cane, but directed entirely onto Harry's firm little bud. It caused Harry to cry out and to clench down, and behind him Snape moaned loudly, Harry realising from its muffled quality that Snape must have been gagged at some point. The strokes kept on coming until Harry was arching his back, his legs were pulling and twisting at their restraints. Without a pause, just as Harry thought it was too much, Malfoy moved his blows from that nipple to the soul of his right foot, now cutting the way a true cane would. Reeling from the sudden change in sensation Harry continued to tense and wreathe in Snape's lap, his hands flying to his nipple, his legs, his face, his back, uncertain what to do to try and curb the burning pain that Malfoy was dealing out. Once again the cane moved, onto his upper left thigh, landing six or seven times on the one fragile piece of skin til Harry could take it no more and a strained cry burst from his lips as his whole body shock with it. The strokes stop and Snape wound his arms around Harry's waist, pushing his ribbon bound mouth into his neck til Harry was soothed.

Just as Harry was beginning to get his equilibrium back sharp mental teeth dug into his cock head and Lucius pulled at his cock slit with the head of his cane sending Harry wild again. He scraped the snakes teeth up and down Harry'd cock, then an animate spell had the mouth opening – teeth still horrifyingly sharp – and enveloping Harry's cock in a frozen vice like grip, up and down and up and down, hurting just this side of pain and scratching just this side of blood. On the last trip down the teeth disappeared and the snake broke apart, confining the root of Harry's prick in a cool steel case, which squeezed with no mercy.

A smooth voice ordered Harry to his knees, and his bonds moved with him as he did as he was told. On the floor the straps tugged til his knees were spread wide, his ankles together touching his arse, and his arms were finally secured behind him, pressed in tight so the elbows were almost touching. He was ordered to stay and could only sit and strain his ears to imagine what Snape was doing, what was being done to him. The dark threw all sorts of imagines into Harry's head: Snape on his knees and elbows with Lucius cruelly using him, on his back with a cock shoved so far down his throat he couldn't breathe, on his desk bound and canned and gasping and crying out in pain, at Malfoy's feet – licking the man's shoes, bound in the place he belonged. Harry thought about doing these things himself. He couldn't hear anything. He wanted it. He wanted it all so bad. His body was alive with expectation, even the smallest brushed of air past him making him tense. Harry sat like this for what felt like hours. His legs and arms ached slightly, but they were nothing against the ache in his cock and balls – he knew his limbs would most likely be released, or at least moved, before his erection was.

As was Malfoy's way, it was a complete shock when he decided to redirect his attention onto Harry. One moment Harry was sitting and wondering and waiting and the next his face was slapped and a cock slid down his throat. Moaning, Harry took it, and was shocked when his blindfold was removed, so he could see Malfoy pull out completely, only to slap his face and push back inside. Harry could see Snape, bound as he was with his tongue up their shared master's arsehole. There was no distinct rhythm but there was a pattern. Slaps reigned on Harry's face as Malfoy violated his mouth and throat. He demanded Harry look at him and look he did with a fire in his eyes to show how good it felt to be working this man's impressive erection with his mouth while he was bound at his feet. Looking into Malfoy's pale eyes Harry swallowed the pain of the slaps and basked in the degradation of serving on his knees.

***

Malfoy ripped his gaze away from the sight of Potter taking it at his feet and carefully extracted himself from between the men at his feet. He gave them permission to kiss and watched them try to swallow each other whole at his feet. Taking a few moments to enjoy the view, he relaxed back into an armchair and contemplated what to do to the men next. Normally if he'd been planning a night out domming he would have the entire night planned out to allow meticulous care without a moment of indecision, which would further impress upon his partner how very much he was in control, but with Snape and Potter he always liked to see how things were going. He wanted to make Severus beg and Potter cry. Few things were as delightful as Potter's tears and Severus's surrender. He thought back to the first time he had used Potter - it had been easier then - the boy was far less experienced. Snape had shared with him a then little known truth that Harry-bloody-Potter would take it anytime, anywhere.

They had met the boy in a passageway and forced him into a small room to use them as they wished, the only thing stopping the boy struggling to the point they would've had to release him was his potions master's voice in his ear telling him he loved it and that if he took it from a professor, why not an enemy too? Potter had begged and cried at their feet, screaming beautifully as they tortured his balls and choking on his tears as they took him from either end. Of course, things had been much less elegant back then, Lucius always preferred comforts like furniture to be readily available during a session and a sub to work with who new what was happening. Potter's pain had been delicious, but Lucius was never willing to cross the line into rape. Potter had wanted it, maybe not there off the corridor in broad day light, but he loved to be on his knees and he no longer came close to pretending otherwise.

Returning to the present, his pets had denied themselves the temptation of losing themselves in each other and now knelt demurely, with heads bowed, awaiting his orders. Sliding his still shoed foot to Potter's mouth he pushed past the boys lips, earning a slightly louder than necessary groan, as if the boy had been wanting just that. He indulged him as Potter moved his tongue over his boot, before twisting his hand to add another red line to the boy's already abused cheek. Then using his boot he pushed Potter's head to the floor, simultaneously allowing the bonds between ankle and thigh to loosen a little. He pushed til potter's neck was on the floor, digging his boot into the boy's cheek. Lucius couldn't restrain a slight moan from passing his lips; if he ever had to pick a favourite way for Potter to appear, this would have to be it: on his knees, legs spread wide, arse high in the air and face in the floor, it was clear to everyone what he was best for like this. Turning his gaze to Snape as he rested his crossed ankles on Harry's back, heels between the bound arms with the spiked spurs there carelessly scraping along the Gryffindor's back, Lucius wondered what would be best for him. He wanted Snape and Potter to share their pain and humiliation but wasn't sure how to most satisfactorily ensure this.

Malfoy conjured a thick black dildo and worked it happily into Potter anus. Snape must've opened the boy up a bit because considering what a monster it was he was able to work it into the boys arse relatively quickly - twisting and pushed and the boy at his feet cried out til it was buried to its hilt. He then set about carefully working it out so he could push it straight back in again. Once he'd loosened Potter enough for something like a rhythm to have formed he charmed it to plunge in and out of the boy as it willed - the faster and harder the better. After taking a few moments to glorify in an arsehole spread so wide he ordered Severus to bury his tongue as close to the dildo as possible and ensure Potter was enjoying his punishment. With the dour Potions Master kneeling between his student's knees, with his tongue trying to burry itself beside an enchanted dildo, Lucius set about turning Severus' alabaster skin red.

He started with a paddle. Nothing compared to the satisfying sound and feeling as you landed a first stroke with a good heavy paddle. It jarred Lucius's arm with the power and the noise resonated around the chamber even as Snape grunted and Potter's whimpers and moans continued. Taking a few strikes to recover from the perfection of the first Lucius none-the-less enjoyed the sight and feel of what was before him and was looking forward (perhaps a touch too eagerly his mind screamed) to the culmination of it all when he'd get to finish the night off.

Snape's skin proved, as always, very willing to turn a stunning colour and Lucius moaned at the sight deciding it was time things took a sharper turn and picked up his cane. Before continuing he told Snape to move to bathing Potter's balls in his spit and increased the size and speed of Potter's dildo inciting the most beautiful sounds from the dark haired boy.

Lucius enjoyed marking his fellow Slytherin, watching deep purple lines form on the man's arse and thighs. He heard he's heady groans and watched him trembling while waiting for more. It looked so perfect and he couldn't wait and more. Yanking the black dildo from Potter's arse and moving the men into better positions Lucius simultaneously slammed his cock up Snape's quivering arse while sliding his cane's snakehead deep inside Potter. The triple moans showed the mens' pain and relief. Malfoy set a merciless pace. He knew how much his cane could hurt a boy but he wanted Potter to feel it. “Dirty good for nothing whore. You're not even good enough for me to fuck, come here so I can slap you.” Potter complied and Lucius slapped him hard across the face as his other hand kept driving the cruel cold metal into his arse and his hips kept pounding the bound man beneath him. Fuck yes, this was what it was about. He pulled Potter upright on his knees to slap him again and watch his face while he did so and then he caught one hand around his neck squeezing with the cane on auto pilot. Yes! Malfoy's mind screamed as he hurt these men, as they took it and loved it. Fuck, it was too good. He pulled Snape up by the hair so he was sucking Potter's sheathed penis and felt the power and cruelty surge through him as he came pounding into Snape and came and came and didn't ever want to let go but finally had to and with a spoken word allowed the two below him to as well.

***

Funny how things are thought Harry, as he sat happily on his knees - arms loosely round the blonde man. Snape was pouring them all a hard earned drink. Malfoy had used them but it was he who was the most touched afterwards, though Harry wondered how much of Snape's calm was a mask that he'd let come crashing down once the other Slytherin was gone. Lucius was past the point of pretending. And Harry was more than happy to help bring him down, kiss him softly, touch him gently and suck him off because one orgasm is never enough.

It took a while but Lucius was again ready to face the world. Harry gave his cock one last squeeze and accepted a harsh pitch to his sore nipples because they boy knew he liked it and the blonde man left, not even looking up to acknowledge Severus.

Harry went to sit in Snape's lap and enjoy some time to come down together, because all the after care had still been part of it for Harry. He sat in Snape's lap and soon he was filled by Snape who pumped into him desperately and pitched and squeezed his cock to remind Harry that pain was the greatest pleasure there was. And Harry took it and moaned into it and thought of the brutal toys he'd had inside himself tonight and longed never to be empty again.


A/N So, what'd you think. LIke? Don't like? HAve more ideas (I know I haven't really done the ideas that people said (though Lydia Monroe did ask for Lucius and his cane) but I do love to hear them and there seems to be a high demand for Remus so I'll try and write him soon. BUt love to hear ideas) I found it really hard to write multiple bottoms which I've never done before, so I'll probs never do that again, and I don't really like Snape as a sub I just really like Malfoy being all powerful and amazing, so hopefully in future I'll be able to turn my thoughts more efficiently into writing. Please Reply, it helps me want to make my thoughts into written words, and holidays are coming up so if you make me feel inspired then...