Anything For You

Warnings! Now we get into the kink. I know, you already thought we did. There will be some bondage, whipping, pain, very dubious consent and Abusive!Harry. Sorry if that spoils it for you, but I really don’t want people going where they wouldn’t normally tread. Otherwise, enjoy!

Chapter Six

Harry was waiting - naked, hard and propped up by pillows - when Colin arrived that night. Without a word, Colin crawled into the bed and stripped off his clothes, exposing his own hard length. Harry pulled him by the hips until he was straddling his chest, Colin’s cock inches from his mouth. Whatever Colin was expecting at that point, it wasn’t to have a leather band snapped around the base of his cock behind his balls.

“Hold on to the headboard,” Harry whispered.

Colin leaned over Harry’s head and grabbed the headboard, his dick brushing Harry’s lips. Harry blew a jet of cool air over the head of the sex in front of him, causing Colin to bite his lip to keep from moaning. Slowly, Harry began to draw Colin’s erection into his mouth.

The blowjob was slow and wet. Colin squeezed the headboard until his knuckles were white in an effort not to make any noise. As usual, what Harry was doing to him was torture at its best - or he thought so until Harry reached up and began to play with the butt plug.

Colin bit his lip as the plug was rotated in his ass several times before finally being removed. In it’s place, Harry inserted what Colin could only imagine was the toy that had been used on him before. It had been sized to be a bit larger than the plug had been. Colin had to bite his lip harder to stop a cry of surprise when, with a tap of Harry’s wand, the toy began to vibrate.

It felt to Colin like he stayed on his knees, straddled over Harry, for hours being sucked in and out of his mouth while his ass was being fucked by the vibrating toy. He wanted to come so bad, but the band around his dick prevented it. By the time Harry pulled the toy out and pushed Colin away from his mouth, Colin was practically crying with need.

“Almost there,” Harry whispered as he settled the other boy onto his stomach and kissed his face. “You can come soon.”

Harry shifted Colin further back and slammed his hips down hard, impaling him on his hardness. Harry’s face took on a look of pleasure as he began to thrust up into the tight heat.

“I thought a blowjob would be enough, but I missed this all day,” he whispered, pulling Colin down to meet his upward thrusts, slapping their hips roughly together.

Colin held onto the knees behind him for dear life as the strong arms manipulated him with no difficulty, practically lifting him up and down on the shaft buried inside of him. It was several long minutes of Harry sliding in and out of him, his own erection feeling like it was going to explode, before Harry stopped, holding Colin flush to his pelvis and grunting his release inside of him. Slowly, Harry released the death grip he had on Colin’s hips and urged him off his softening cock and back up to his waiting mouth.

“Now for what I’ve been waiting for all day,” Harry sighed, and took the erection back into his mouth.

A few languid sucks and then Harry removed the leather band from around Colin’s trapped penis. It took only a flick of a tongue against the underside of his over sensitized member, and Colin was spilling himself down Harry’s throat, biting his lip so hard he could taste blood. Harry drank it all, licking and sucking until Colin thought he would cry out for the sheer torture of it. When Harry finally released him, he collapsed onto his chest.

“Mmm, that tasted wonderful,” Harry whispered as he raked his fingers through Colin’s hair. “Come here, have a taste.”

Colin raised his head and accepted the cum flavored kiss, sucking on Harry’s tongue as it swept his mouth. When he pulled away, Harry had blood on his mouth from the cut on Colin’s lip. Colin leaned in and licked it away.

“Beautiful,” Harry sighed before dislodging him. “See you tomorrow.”

Colin dressed to the sound of Harry’s snores. He snuck out of the dorm and back to his, amazed at how quickly Harry could drop off to sleep.

* * *

Colin approached the Room of Requirement with some trepidation. Harry had originally promised that he wouldn’t expect more than a blowjob on school nights, but the night before had been much more than that. The dark haired teen’s needs were obviously much greater than had been anticipated, and while Colin was enjoying their activities, he had been tired and sore in class that morning. He desperately hoped his aching muscles would soon grow accustomed to their increased activities.

//I can’t believe it’s only been a few days.// Colin thought as he opened the door - and stopped short as it closed, and locked, behind him.

Harry stood before him in the middle of what almost looked like a medieval torture chamber. The trappings of the room, which resembled a dungeon, were enough to make Colin break into a cold sweat, while the previously unseen blinding smile of his lover made him want to run and throw his arms around the other boy.

“Hurry up and undress,” Harry urged even as he was removing his own clothes. “The room came out even more perfect than I had imagined. I wish we had all day.”

Nervously, Colin finished undressing and approached his lover on shaky legs. Harry wasn’t oblivious to the other’s fright; Colin could see that in the way his eyes raked his form lasciviously and how his smile turned into a smirk. Not for the first time Colin speculated that his fear and pain were as much a turn on for Harry as the sex itself.

“Hold out your hands,” Harry ordered, and then snapped leather bands with metal rings hanging from them on his wrists once he did. With another smirk at Colin’s perplexed expression, Harry snapped a wider one around his neck and then bent down and did the same to his ankles.

“More lessons,” Harry explained. “Bend over the table.”

A wooden table just high enough to be perfect for Colin to bend over at the waist onto dominated the room. Having actually expected a bed, Colin was disappointed that this was where he was going to be fucked. Harry maneuvered his arms until they were stretched wide out to the sides and with a loud snap, secured the metal rings to the table. Harry then positioned Colin’s legs into a spread and secured them as well.

Laying face down on the table, unable to see what was going on, as usual, Colin was only able to feel as Harry placed a possessive hand on one ass cheek and squeezed. Harry’s touch was soft and gentle as he rubbed and squeezed, eliciting happy moans from the bound boy.

“Thursday, bring your camera. I wish I had pictures of this.”

“My, my bag,” Colin moaned, as Harry teased the butt plug, twisting it lightly. “I have it, in my bag.”

“Good boy,” Harry praised, leaning over to place a light kiss between his shoulder blades before going to retrieve the camera.

After taking a moment to figure it out, Harry took a few pictures out of Colin’s line of sight before coming around to the side.

“Look at me.”

Colin look up at Harry beside him and watched as the young man fisted his erect cock, swiped a finger over the damp head and brought that finger up to his mouth to lick the precum off. Harry repeated the maneuver, taking a picture of Colin as he watched Harry collect more precum onto his finger and present that finger for Colin to suck. Colin did so, eyes closing in ecstasy.

“You are so sexy,” Harry whispered as he bent down to kiss Colin’s mouth.

Harry was out of his line of vision then, putting away the camera, he supposed. It was with a shocked yell that Colin felt the first fiery sting of something slashing down across his ass. A few more strikes and Colin was crying. The lashes continued, raining down over his ass, sensitive thighs and lower back. When a well aimed hit raked his testicles, Colin screamed.

“Harry!” he cried, not able to stop himself. “No! Please, it hurts!”

He didn’t stop. Not for what felt to Colin like an eternity. Once he did, Colin felt the butt plug roughly removed and something much larger with an odd, bumpy texture, shoved in its place. The camera began flashing again. Colin sobbed helplessly, not even opening his eyes when the flash went off in his face.

Something was clicked into the ring on the back of Colin’s collar and the new object in his ass was removed. It was almost a relief to feel the smoothness of Harry’s lubricated cock enter him. Suddenly, his collar was jerked hard, causing him to bend backwards as far as his bound arms would allow, and there were two more flashes of the camera as Harry fucked him hard before he finally let him lay back on the table. Then Harry’s hands were all over him, making Colin beg for mercy as he slapped, pinched and raked nails across his abused back and ass. It was even worse when Harry laid his sweaty torso over him, rubbing salt into Colin’s cuts as Harry thrust into him.

“Please, Harry,” h moaned in pain. “It’s too much. You’re really hurting me.”

“Am I, Colin? Is it more than you can stand?”

“Yes!”

Harry then bit into Colin’s shoulder, the pain shocking the younger boy. Colin screamed louder than before, fresh tears springing from his eyes as he felt teeth tear into his flesh. Harry lifted his head and came with a yell.

After a moment, Harry lifted himself off Colin and left him to cry silently on the table. Colin felt dejected; his Harry had used him mercilessly, more so than usual, and hadn’t cared that Colin wanted him to stop. He couldn’t bring himself to use the word rape - he had wanted, and still wanted, that young man inside of him - but Colin didn’t know what else to call what had happened. He needed time to think about it.

Harry came back and began to rub Colin down with something that soothed his aching skin. He worked it into the bite on his shoulder, over his back, ass and down his legs. Lastly, with extreme care, Harry worked the potion into Colin’s anus. He finally released Colin’s restraints, allowing the other boy to get up and face him. Colin didn’t expect Harry’s cold glare. Despite the warning in those eyes, Colin decided to ask what was on his mind.

“H-Harry, why didn’t you -”

“Stop?” Harry finished for him, cutting him off. Sudden fury burned in the emerald eyes and Harry’s left hand shot out, grabbing Colin around the throat. “You really disappointed me, you worthless bitch,” he hissed. “You promised that you were mine, to do with as I pleased, and you dare tell me to stop? I should end our relationship right now, because that’s the only ‘stop’ you get if you want to be mine.”

Then Harry’s other hand came up and cracked against Colin’s cheek in a slap hard enough to spin his head to the side and reopen the cut on his bottom lip. Colin, already gasping for breath around the constriction of his throat, found himself fighting to breath around new sobs as his face and heart stung. With a look of boredom, Harry dropped him to the floor and turned to redress.

“Harry, please,” Colin begged, feeling his world drop out from under him. “I’m so sorry! You’re right, I promised, I shouldn’t have asked you to stop. Please give me another chance; I promise I won’t ever refuse you anything. Please?”

Harry continued to dress as Colin remained crumpled on the floor, hoping for forgiveness. Finally, Harry turned around, a warm smile on his face, and helped the other boy up.

“My poor Colin,” he whispered as he cradled him against his chest and kissed the cheek he had slapped. “of course I forgive you, and will give you a second chance. But that’s all you get, so don’t mess it up. Want to make it up to me?”

Colin nodded silently, still holding on to Harry, his body shaking with relief. Harry gently disentangled himself and began to rummage in his bag, pulling out the toy and sizing it to nearly twice his own girth. Going back over to the table, he affixed it upright in the center with a simple spell. He then handed Colin more lubricant.

“Prepare yourself, so I can watch, then fuck yourself on that. Make sure you get yourself hard. I want you to come on it.”

Nodding numbly, Colin walked over to the table and turned his back to Harry. He bent over, resting his forehead on the cool wood, and spread his legs wide. Liberally coating his fingers with the lube, he reached between his legs and began to finger his still sore hole, fisting his cock to get himself hard. He heard the camera click and saw the flash of the bulb.

Knowing he was as loose as he was going to get, Colin crawled up on the table, turned to face Harry and crouched over the dildo. He looked up and gasped at the sight before him: Harry had opened his robes and his pants and was stroking his erection with the hand not holding the camera. Colin tried to ignore what looked like blood at the base of Harry’s cock.

Looking directly at the camera, Colin braced his hands behind him and began to lower himself onto the dildo. He winced at the searing pain - it was easily the largest thing he had yet to have in him - but he didn’t hesitate in his steady downward journey. Harry had snapped three or four pictures by the time Colin was fully impaled.

Balancing himself on his feet and one hand, Colin brought the other around and grasped his dick, stroking himself in time to his thrusts. He felt a jolt of pleasure when he noticed that Harry’s strokes had fallen in time with his own.

The camera flashed again and again as the tension in Colin’s body grew. He sped up, rolling his head back as he basked in the attention Harry was giving him. As he crested, Colin dropped down to fully sitting on the table, the dildo completely hidden from the still flashing camera as he rammed it deeper than ever into his body. He screamed in pleasure and agony as milky jets of cum sprayed over his stomach and chest.

Trembling, Colin pulled himself off the painful toy and practically rolled off the table, nearly collapsing to the floor. When he turned and saw the fresh, red blood streaking the toy, he did collapse, shaking from exertion and pain.

Looking as fresh as he had when Colin first arrived, Harry knelt beside him and draped a blanket over his shoulders. He waved his wand at the offending dildo, cleaning it and sending it back to his bag.

“You were beautiful,” he said, kissing Colin before handing him a vial, “but you over did it a bit. Drink that. It will ease the pain and heal your insides. Leave the butt plug out until tomorrow.”

Colin drank down the potion, grateful for the reprieve from the plug and the attention Harry was giving him. He cuddled into his lover’s arms, absorbing the feeling of being hugged and caressed. All too soon, Harry was pulling away.

“Develop the pictures,” he instructed, putting the camera next to Colin’s knee, “and give me copies. Feel free to keep a set for yourself.”

As Harry rose to leave, Colin grabbed him around the wrist, not thinking of what he was doing. Harry waited, an eyebrow raised, for Colin to explain why he stopped him. Stealing himself for another slap, Colin asked the question he had been considering earlier.

“Would you kiss me goodbye, before you leave? When ever you leave?”

“You mean, like a boyfriend?”

Colin wasn’t sure what to make of Harry’s expression. He almost told him to ‘never mind,’ but taking a deep, shaky breath, Colin answered.

“Yes. Like a boyfriend.”

Harry smirked and bent his head to kiss the sitting boy, sweeping his tongue over his lips and into his mouth. Colin wrapped his arms around his shoulders, desperately stroking Harry’s tongue with his own. Harry pulled back, removing the collar as he did so.

“I suppose you could consider me your boyfriend,” he said as he picked up one of Colin’s hands and removed the cuff. “You are mine, you are the only lover I have, the only lover I want, no one can touch you without my permission, and your touch is the only one I crave.”

As he talked, Harry continued to remove the bands from Colin’s limbs, kissing the exposed skin as he did. Colin shivered at the affectionate touch and reveled in the words of possession and need. Harry finished with a chaste kiss to his lips.

“I suppose it’s only fair if you call me your boyfriend. At least between you and me. Do not go around telling people I’m your boyfriend.”

“I won’t,” Colin promised.

One last smirk and Harry picked up his bag and left. Colin closed his eyes and dropped his head to his knees, knowing he had to get to class but feeling too sore and tired. The healing potion had helped, but it didn’t completely rid him of pain. With a sigh, he lifted his head and opened his eyes.

The room had changed. Instead of the table, a large sunken tub filled with steaming, scented water was in the center of the room. Colin stood and saw that tucked into the far corner of the room was a soft bed piled with blanket and pillows.

Warding the door, he decided he could skip afternoon classes for once.

tbc…

A/N: Before RL takes me away from the story again (which it’s doing ::sob:: ) I would like to finally personally thank my wonderful reviewers. I apologize ahead of time if I leave anyone out.

Weee, Katie K, Anon, Takana_delta/omaga and CherryCoke - Thank you all for encouraging me to go on with the story and for showing such an appreciation for our naughty boy Harry and Bitch! Colin.

Melody Triton - Thank you! Yes, Colin does just seem to scream ‘put me through the wringer!’ He makes a great bottom to be used, IMO.

Aunt Bijou, Fefs and Sommi - Three of my multi-reviewers. Thanks so much for staying tuned and enjoying all the pleasure/pain that dirty boy has been dishing out. I hope you continue to enjoy this story!

Chantalmalfoy - My other regular reviewer and purveyor of wicked ideas! Detention with Snape - I won’t even pretend that I’m trying to be subtle; I’m not LOL. We all know it’s about to happen, he’s in the pairings, after all, it just may be different than expected. A nipple piercing is something I actually hadn’t thought of - you may have added a new chapter! You’ll also be pleased to know that we’re both kinky whores because fisting is already on the menu LOL! That scene, though, may also be a bit of a surprise - I hope!

Hugs to you all for reading! I will update again as soon as possible - hopefully it won’t be a full month again. In the mean time, keep letting me know if there’s something you’ve thought of I may not have in regards to the things that can be done to Colin - by either Harry or Snape (or even to Harry if you’d like). I’m actually having a lot of fun with this. It will probably, now, stretch to 17 chapters and the ending is up in the air. More on that on http://groups.yahoo.com/group/shutterbugs/ Now, I must go before my notes become longer than the chapter!