Two Out of Three
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
21,639
Reviews:
4
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Two Out of Three
Two Out of Three
The first twenty lashes to his body were always the hardest, but when the pain turned into pleasure, he pleaded for more. His senses became so distorted, in fact, that everything they did to him only heightened his arousal that much further. It almost became a type of addiction.
It’s amazing how in only eighteen months, Harry Potter was reduced to a mindless object of sadistic lust.
During the midst of war, the Death Eaters had captured Harry and had brought him before Voldemort. The Dark Lord hadn’t sentenced him to death - as was to be expected – but had rather punished Harry by giving him to three particular men as a special gift to be used in any way they saw fit. And use him they did. Three times a day, Harry was subjected to all forms of rape, whipping, starvation, and torture. However, as time went by, their need for revenge diminished, and it became more important to abuse Harry in the most satisfying way.
Humiliation.
And so after four months of maltreatment, Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy and his son, Draco, had decided to turn Harry Potter into a slave. A sex slave. Their sex slave. Day after day, month after month, Harry had endured all of their twisted perversions until his pride and his Gryffindor courage had been shattered forever. He had been beaten down – literally – and had become exactly what they had wanted him to be. It was shortly after that time that Harry had begun to accept his new role in life. He had even begun to want it. To need it. To crave it.
Today is no different than the other days that had come to pass. Harry is once again hanging before them, ready for anything that their sick and perverted minds can come up with. And they don’t disappoint him. They never disappoint him. He takes everything that they have to offer – and more.
Harry is rarely punished now save the times he rebels, which is generally never. Why should he when this is exactly what he wants?
After the twenty lashes from the belt Harry receives as his introduction to the new day, his legs are dangling free, and his wrists are bound to a chain that is attached to a metal beam overhead. He is allowed to grasp the bar for added leverage if he so desires. His balls are confined by a tightly wound rope, and it separates them, causing them to turn a brilliant shade of purple. His cock is held firmly by the younger Malfoy, and a short leather crop is tapping it repeatedly. Harry winces every now and again when it strikes the wooden clothespins that are adorning it. He doesn’t wear a cock ring any more because now there is no need. Harry maintains an erection without it. There are times when he does wear one, but it’s more enjoyable to hear him scream each time he comes, rather than watching him scream in frustration. Plus, it is a well-known fact that Harry will come at least five times before it’s over, whether induced magically or of his own accord.
Harry gasps as Snape bites one of his nipples hard, and then cries out when the other one is twisted. He knows that this is just the priming for the devices that will replace them. The metal teeth snap down on both nipples, and Harry cannot help but scream. Soft chuckles are heard, obviously from watching his distress. But Harry doesn’t mind. He never minds.
Chains are fastened to the clamps, and his nipples are pulled away from his body until his skin is stretched taut. In the center of the chain is a large ring, and Harry is instructed to hold it between his teeth. If the ring slips from his mouth, Harry will receive five lashes with a whip, so Harry holds on to it with all his strength because out of every ‘toy’ that they use on him, the whip is the one that Harry despises the most. And they know that. They also know that the reason Harry hates the whip is because pieces of his flesh are removed with each strike. And so Harry’s jaw clenches down – discomfort be damned.
Harry’s arsehole has been fucked with four fingers throughout the preparation, and he moans as a well-lubed cock head replaces them. Harry can feel Lucius slowly breach him with a transfigured cock that has blunt spikes running along its sides. Magic is such a wonderful thing, isn’t it? Finally sheathed, Lucius pauses briefly to gain his footing and digs his nails deep into Harry's waist, prolonging the anticipation. But Harry doesn’t have to wait long. Lucius immediately pulls out, slams back into him, and then proceeds to brutally fuck Harry's arse.
Harry moans weakly as his nose is suddenly blocked off and now can only breathe in and out of the ring that keeps his mouth open. A stream of saliva runs down his chin and drips on to his chest. Snape's fingers grasp Harry's hair, and he yanks his head back in order to get better access to his throat. The ring in his mouth pulls on the chain, and Harry wails through his spit as his nipples are stretched painfully. Draco grips Harry’s cock tightly, and some of the clothespins pinch together as he tugs on it viciously; demanding Harry’s first orgasm. The first wave hits Harry, and he gurgles a scream as hot spurts of come shoot out and is captured by Draco's waiting tongue.
Harry barely feels the sticky substance that covers the welts on his chest – courtesy of Snape - or the flooding within his arse as Lucius finds his release, and he certainly doesn’t feel the wetness on his bruised legs from Draco's orgasm. Harry can only feel the violent tremors coursing throughout his body, and he knows his fingers are curled just as tight as his toes. Harry shudders a few more times before collapsing in his restraints, and his head falls lifelessly to his chest.
It was a good session.
Harry’s heart rhythm soon returns to normal, and now he can fully appreciate the removal of the nose plug, nipple clamps, clothespins, and the slobbered ring from his mouth without any distractions. It is quiet save the heavy breathing from the four men.
Lucius Malfoy finally breaks the silence.
“You are so beautiful, Harry, when you scream,” he whispers into Harry's ear whilst he scraps his nails up and down Harry's flanks.
“Most delightful indeed,” Snape concurred, licking the blood off of Harry's sore neck. “I love watching you as you try to resist us,” Snape says, biting Harry's throat again. That is a lie, of course. Harry never resists. Snape then adds, “And I love knowing that you are sickened by the fact that you want this, Potter.”
It is what the three men desire most of all: Harry’s admission to this type of abuse.
“Yes,” Harry purrs softly as he nods.
Draco tugs on Harry’s balls sharply before releasing them. “And you need this, don’t you, Potter?” he says with a smirk.
Harry nods again.
“And,” Lucius breathes, rubbing his limp, but still spiked cock in between Harry’s cheeks. “You love it as much as you love us.”
The three men laugh, but suddenly Harry’s body freezes, and he falls silent. The three tormentors stop laughing.
“Harry?”
Harry remains absolutely motionless, and his mouth becomes tight and grim.
“Potter! Answer us!” Snape orders. He retrieves the whip and strikes Harry's back violently.
Harry’s body moves from the force of the blow, but doesn’t make a sound.
Draco slaps Harry’s face, and it falls to the left. “What the fuck is the matter with you, scarhead?”
Silence.
The three men stand in front of Harry and stare into his dull green eyes. They open their mouth to speak yet again, but Harry finally answers.
“I do want this,” Harry says flatly, looking at Snape. “And yes, Malfoy, I do need this,” he continues, staring at Draco now. He turns to Lucius. “But don’t you ever delude yourself into thinking that I love this.” Then Harry glares at all three of them. “Or that I love you.”
Harry falls silent once again, and his face becomes expressionless - like he had never said anything to begin with.
Lucius, Snape, and Draco all stare at Harry for the longest time.
Finally, Snape clears his throat, and looks away.
“The session is over, Potter. Return to your room.”
Wrists free now, Harry turns and walks proudly to the door. Three pairs of eyes watch him leave. Perhaps by lunch all will be forgotten, and the games will continue on with the same fervour. Perhaps.
Perhaps not.
The End
Roedhunt
2006
The first twenty lashes to his body were always the hardest, but when the pain turned into pleasure, he pleaded for more. His senses became so distorted, in fact, that everything they did to him only heightened his arousal that much further. It almost became a type of addiction.
It’s amazing how in only eighteen months, Harry Potter was reduced to a mindless object of sadistic lust.
During the midst of war, the Death Eaters had captured Harry and had brought him before Voldemort. The Dark Lord hadn’t sentenced him to death - as was to be expected – but had rather punished Harry by giving him to three particular men as a special gift to be used in any way they saw fit. And use him they did. Three times a day, Harry was subjected to all forms of rape, whipping, starvation, and torture. However, as time went by, their need for revenge diminished, and it became more important to abuse Harry in the most satisfying way.
Humiliation.
And so after four months of maltreatment, Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy and his son, Draco, had decided to turn Harry Potter into a slave. A sex slave. Their sex slave. Day after day, month after month, Harry had endured all of their twisted perversions until his pride and his Gryffindor courage had been shattered forever. He had been beaten down – literally – and had become exactly what they had wanted him to be. It was shortly after that time that Harry had begun to accept his new role in life. He had even begun to want it. To need it. To crave it.
Today is no different than the other days that had come to pass. Harry is once again hanging before them, ready for anything that their sick and perverted minds can come up with. And they don’t disappoint him. They never disappoint him. He takes everything that they have to offer – and more.
Harry is rarely punished now save the times he rebels, which is generally never. Why should he when this is exactly what he wants?
After the twenty lashes from the belt Harry receives as his introduction to the new day, his legs are dangling free, and his wrists are bound to a chain that is attached to a metal beam overhead. He is allowed to grasp the bar for added leverage if he so desires. His balls are confined by a tightly wound rope, and it separates them, causing them to turn a brilliant shade of purple. His cock is held firmly by the younger Malfoy, and a short leather crop is tapping it repeatedly. Harry winces every now and again when it strikes the wooden clothespins that are adorning it. He doesn’t wear a cock ring any more because now there is no need. Harry maintains an erection without it. There are times when he does wear one, but it’s more enjoyable to hear him scream each time he comes, rather than watching him scream in frustration. Plus, it is a well-known fact that Harry will come at least five times before it’s over, whether induced magically or of his own accord.
Harry gasps as Snape bites one of his nipples hard, and then cries out when the other one is twisted. He knows that this is just the priming for the devices that will replace them. The metal teeth snap down on both nipples, and Harry cannot help but scream. Soft chuckles are heard, obviously from watching his distress. But Harry doesn’t mind. He never minds.
Chains are fastened to the clamps, and his nipples are pulled away from his body until his skin is stretched taut. In the center of the chain is a large ring, and Harry is instructed to hold it between his teeth. If the ring slips from his mouth, Harry will receive five lashes with a whip, so Harry holds on to it with all his strength because out of every ‘toy’ that they use on him, the whip is the one that Harry despises the most. And they know that. They also know that the reason Harry hates the whip is because pieces of his flesh are removed with each strike. And so Harry’s jaw clenches down – discomfort be damned.
Harry’s arsehole has been fucked with four fingers throughout the preparation, and he moans as a well-lubed cock head replaces them. Harry can feel Lucius slowly breach him with a transfigured cock that has blunt spikes running along its sides. Magic is such a wonderful thing, isn’t it? Finally sheathed, Lucius pauses briefly to gain his footing and digs his nails deep into Harry's waist, prolonging the anticipation. But Harry doesn’t have to wait long. Lucius immediately pulls out, slams back into him, and then proceeds to brutally fuck Harry's arse.
Harry moans weakly as his nose is suddenly blocked off and now can only breathe in and out of the ring that keeps his mouth open. A stream of saliva runs down his chin and drips on to his chest. Snape's fingers grasp Harry's hair, and he yanks his head back in order to get better access to his throat. The ring in his mouth pulls on the chain, and Harry wails through his spit as his nipples are stretched painfully. Draco grips Harry’s cock tightly, and some of the clothespins pinch together as he tugs on it viciously; demanding Harry’s first orgasm. The first wave hits Harry, and he gurgles a scream as hot spurts of come shoot out and is captured by Draco's waiting tongue.
Harry barely feels the sticky substance that covers the welts on his chest – courtesy of Snape - or the flooding within his arse as Lucius finds his release, and he certainly doesn’t feel the wetness on his bruised legs from Draco's orgasm. Harry can only feel the violent tremors coursing throughout his body, and he knows his fingers are curled just as tight as his toes. Harry shudders a few more times before collapsing in his restraints, and his head falls lifelessly to his chest.
It was a good session.
Harry’s heart rhythm soon returns to normal, and now he can fully appreciate the removal of the nose plug, nipple clamps, clothespins, and the slobbered ring from his mouth without any distractions. It is quiet save the heavy breathing from the four men.
Lucius Malfoy finally breaks the silence.
“You are so beautiful, Harry, when you scream,” he whispers into Harry's ear whilst he scraps his nails up and down Harry's flanks.
“Most delightful indeed,” Snape concurred, licking the blood off of Harry's sore neck. “I love watching you as you try to resist us,” Snape says, biting Harry's throat again. That is a lie, of course. Harry never resists. Snape then adds, “And I love knowing that you are sickened by the fact that you want this, Potter.”
It is what the three men desire most of all: Harry’s admission to this type of abuse.
“Yes,” Harry purrs softly as he nods.
Draco tugs on Harry’s balls sharply before releasing them. “And you need this, don’t you, Potter?” he says with a smirk.
Harry nods again.
“And,” Lucius breathes, rubbing his limp, but still spiked cock in between Harry’s cheeks. “You love it as much as you love us.”
The three men laugh, but suddenly Harry’s body freezes, and he falls silent. The three tormentors stop laughing.
“Harry?”
Harry remains absolutely motionless, and his mouth becomes tight and grim.
“Potter! Answer us!” Snape orders. He retrieves the whip and strikes Harry's back violently.
Harry’s body moves from the force of the blow, but doesn’t make a sound.
Draco slaps Harry’s face, and it falls to the left. “What the fuck is the matter with you, scarhead?”
Silence.
The three men stand in front of Harry and stare into his dull green eyes. They open their mouth to speak yet again, but Harry finally answers.
“I do want this,” Harry says flatly, looking at Snape. “And yes, Malfoy, I do need this,” he continues, staring at Draco now. He turns to Lucius. “But don’t you ever delude yourself into thinking that I love this.” Then Harry glares at all three of them. “Or that I love you.”
Harry falls silent once again, and his face becomes expressionless - like he had never said anything to begin with.
Lucius, Snape, and Draco all stare at Harry for the longest time.
Finally, Snape clears his throat, and looks away.
“The session is over, Potter. Return to your room.”
Wrists free now, Harry turns and walks proudly to the door. Three pairs of eyes watch him leave. Perhaps by lunch all will be forgotten, and the games will continue on with the same fervour. Perhaps.
Perhaps not.
The End
Roedhunt
2006