Harry the Slut

A/N Not really sure if this is a oneshot or if there'll be more. Probably depends on how I'm feeling and how many reviews I get, so if you want more, please tell me so.

I'm also not sure how old Harry is. So it might be chan. But if you want you can pretend he's older. I might specifially state later on, and if so I'll make sure the warnings are changed, but if you don't want it to be chan, just pretend its 7th year.

Harry the Slut

When there were Order meetings on a Saturday and a Sunday, Harry was allowed to stay the night at Grimmauld Place as the Floo could be tapped and it was dangerous stepping out of the wards the surrounded Hogwart's and Grimmauld for someone to apperate him. So that was how Harry found himself at Grimmauld place one Saturday evening with not much to do and only Bill Weasley - who'd been the only free Order member - for company. The two young men decided to make the best of the situation.

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Harry groaned. Bill had him bound on his knees on a bed in a spare room. His arms were joined behind his back, wrists tied together and to his ankles. Thick leather bands secured his shin to thigh. Ropes bound around each knee to the side of the bed removed any chance of Harry closing his legs. A simple collar, magically attached by a leash to the ceiling and a heavy black cock-ring were his only other adornments. Harry stared at his tormentor as the Weasley lazily raised the strap he held and brought it down on Harry's balls.

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Harry supposed he should be grateful there was a rhythm to it. It hurt, but not as much as it could of. Not quite enough: just enough to leave Harry begging for more. He closed his eyes but the site of Bill's smug face as he lifted the thick, albeit rigid strap remained.

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Throwing his head back Harry hollered. "Fuck, Bill, Please. Want it so bad. Bill, Please. Nggaaaaaaaah." It was too much. It wasn't enough. Harry wanted it to go forever, he wanted it OVER. "Take the DAMN RING OFF. Please Bill, wanna cum so bad."

Bill smirked happily as Harry finally broke and started begging. Fuck the boy looked hot like this, knees spread, cock hard, ever muscle tense as he awaited the next strike. His balls were red and puffy. Fuck they must hurt; how he wanted to get up and stamp on them with his dragon hind boots, kick them, bite them bind them. There was nothing as hot as seeing another mans balls being tortured. Moaning as Harry begged he couldn't stop himself from dropping the strap and reaching over and wrenching on them. Tugging them hard, squeezing them into one hand and bringing the open palm of the other colliding into them, three, four, eight times. Harry's screams were sweet music in his ear and Bill wondered if he could come from this alone; come with his pants still on, grabbing his baby-brothers best mate's balls til he screamed. But it wasn't enough, it could never be enough, he'd always want more.

Bill picked up the strap again, gave the swollen lumps five more crazed hits before jumping to his feet, opening only his zip and not the button, to thrust his cock down Harry's panting throat. He shifted his weight, standing on one foot so he could rest the other one lightly over those abused globes. He felt Harry's already tense body tighten further and pushed down, moaning as Harry's throat closed around him in a scream. "Yeah, take it you slut. Fuck yeah, take me down you're throat as you scream while I bash you're balls. Gonna hurt you so good. Fuck yeah, fuck yeah." Bill was slamming his foot up and down as he slammed into Harry's mouth. Finally with a bit of a scream himself he emptied himself into that clenching orifice. Barely pausing to finish coming, Bill dropped to his knees again. Grasped Harry's cock in one hand and balls in the other, he yanked both while his fingers neatly flicked the cock ring open. Bill couldn't decide which was hotter. The site of those abused balls finally releasing their load all over his hands and Harry's stomach or the look on Harry's face. Neck thrown back as far as possible. Eyes wide and staring. Mouth opened in a silent scream that Harry seemed to have forgotten how to make. Bill's cock twitched just at the sight.

He slowly began to remove Harry's bindings. The boy was shaking silent, mumbling incoherently and groaning brilliantly every time Bill so much as brushed his balls. Finally Bill got Harry down and snuggling into his side, and with a little squeeze of Harry's balls, just because he couldn't resist, that produced the most wonderfully breathy moan, they both settled down to sleep the night.

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Bill had a few messages that needed doing on Sunday morning, so Mundungus Fletcher arrived bright and early at 1 o'clock to watch Harry til the meeting started at 5. The flames'd barely turned orange again before the squat man pushed Harry against the wall and hiked his robes up. Harry fumbled with his belt, crying out as the buckle hit his still sore testicles, and shoved his pants down. Mundungus' heat left him for a moment, but he returned seconds later and wasted no time shoving his now slick fingers up Harry's tight arse. Moaning for all he was worth, Harry thrust into the questing fingers, and as soon as the third was inside snarled at Mundungus, "Enough preparation, just fuck me already, I don't mind the stretch."

Mundungus needed no further encouragement and oiled up his prick before sliding into that tempting opening. Both men moaned at the sensation. Mundungus held still a moment before pulling out to slam in again. Harry's hands scrambled for purchase on the wall, sliding before he got a good grip to pound back on that hungry cock. It was wild and crazy and animalistic and Harry knew that neither of them would last more than a few minutes; but that was okay because he knew they'd go again before the Order arrived. A short time later Mundungus dragged his hand round to grip Harry's dripping cock. He squeezed the cock, lowered his hands to squeeze the balls and moved it back up again. This was all that Harry needed. His balls oversensitive, he exploded just after they were squeezed, and enjoyed the tightened grip on his cock moments later and Mundungus came behind him.

Collapsing against each other the two men stumbled over to the couch for a break. Harry looked over at his companion. For such a stout man he sure had a brilliant cock. His legs was stocky almost to the point that it was difficult for him to take Harry against a wall, his hands small, arms short. His cock, by the same token, Harry supposed, was magnificently broad to the point where it looked short, while Harry knew it was no shorter than his own average appendage.

Within five minutes of landing on the couch Harry was looking at Dung's four-day-old beard and imagining it scratching his balls as his cock was buried in the unkempt man's throat. Soon he could feel himself growing and with a push got Mundungus off the couch and on his knees where he wanted him. Meeting little resistance he pulled the man between his legs, hands gripping the wild hair so he could drive up into that hot mouth. Even a man with Mundungus Fletcher's considerable cock sucking skills couldn't bring Harry to orgasm too quickly after just being wildly taken against the wall, so Harry had time to enjoy it. Tugging the hair low on his head, Harry managed to aim it so on every up-thrust his balls were scrapped by Dung's chin hair. Not caring for the discomfort this angle cause Mundungus, Harry thrust and thrust, crying out as his cock was immersed in that wonderful mouth and his balls were punished over and over. Moaning and groaning and "fuck yeah, just there. Take it, you bastard. Fuuuuuccckk." Harry came again, holding Mundungus in til he could feel the man's muscles spasming and choking around the bitter liquid sliding down his gullet.

Falling forward as he came, Harry immediately leaned down to engulf Mundungus, knowing if he didn't reciprocate the thief would get pissy with Harry for fucking him so harshly. Enjoying the stretch of his lips, Harry happily swallowed the ginger-haired man until he, too, had sprayed down a hot, wet throat.

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The Order meeting passed as smoothly as anything with half a dozen hotheaded Weasley, a paranoid auror, a thief, a death eater and various other riff raff of society possibly could. Minerva and Hagrid had to leave early, something to do with a beast that needed feeding every 90 minutes, which left Snape to escort Harry back to Hogwarts.

Snape gripped Harry's arm as they opened the front door of Grimmauld Place, to allow them to apperate immediately on leaving the house's wards. The sun had sunk from the sky outside Grimmauld Place and Hogwarts was in complete darkness when the two Wizard's appeared a foot from the gates. Sliding quickly through them they headed off towards the castle.

About half way between the gate and the building, they passed beneath a bunch of trees and Harry could retain himself no longer. Grabbing Snape's arm, and using surprise to his advantage, he swung the older man into a tree reaching up to roughly catch his professor's mouth.

If Snape was surprised by this turn of events, he didn't let on. Opening his mouth to Harry's first swipe with a tongue he moaned as the youthful mouth claimed his, but regained control enough to wrench the boy around so it was the green-eyed boy being claimed. A hand in raven hair pulled Harry to the side and Snape bit cruelly beneath his ear. "You such a bad boy," Snape gasped, as both Harry and he worked at removing the layers between their groins. "Such a dirty, boy, I bet half those people at the meeting have had you. Sneaking up on your professor," Snape paused to bite harder, earning a loud groan from the shuddering boy, "Your professor for gods sake Potter, are you really that desperate?" Harry moaned and thrust forward as his cock was freed from his pants, thrusting into Snape's hand. Snape's hold was relentless though, gripping him with the other hand on his hips to stop the wanton movement. Hissing in his ear, "ssssuch a desperate sslut, Potter. Tell me how much you want it. Tell me how you'd let anyone, anything fuck you for your pleasure."

Snape then bit the boys already bruised throat and Harry whined out "Yeessssss, Fuck, anything, PLEASE." Pulling away just enough so Harry could see his evil smirk; Snape fished his wand out of his pocket and pointed it at the tree Harry was trapped against. A craftily worded spell and just to the left of Harry a small branch began to grow out on an angle. It was uniformly smooth and thick, about an inch and a half closest to the tree and maybe an inch at the tip where it was unnaturally round. It stopped growing when it stuck a foot out from the tree.

Desperately Harry tried to find some friction, but the hand still on his hip preventing movement and Snape had moved far enough away there was nothing to rub against. It was with great relief the first hand returned to his body, this time bypassing his needy cock to slide behind and push inside. Snape's oiled fingers entered him easily, Harry still being loose from that afternoon, and soon half the elder mans hand was thrusting into the pliant boys hole. Panting and begging Harry was only too happy to be pulled forward to stand flush with his professor, only to be moved slightly and shoved back.

The young man froze at the feel of something broad resting at his entrance and then gasped loudly as he was forced back onto it. A keening wail was loosened into the night air. God, Snape was fucking him on a tree, Fucking Merlin. Nothing that unforgiving had ever been inside Harry and it was all he could do to pant and throw his head back and ride the branch that was inside him. A FUCKING BRANCH WAS INSIDE HIM. "Fuck Snape, you are such a sick son of a bitch, you fucking shoved a tree up my arse."

Snape grinned victoriously at the sight before him. Harry was splayed against the tree, fucking himself on the wooden cock of Snape's making, eyes closed in pleasure, mouth moaning and groaning and spewing out the most delightfully dirty things. Unable to resist he once again lowered his mouth to the reddened spot on his prey's neck. "Yes, such a desperate slut. Fucking yourself on a tree for me. You'd take anything inside you, wouldn't you, dirty slut. Bet you want more, don't you. Whore." He moved back to watch Harry moan a yes and beg for more before pulling his wand to create some more handy branches. Who knew a spell he'd learnt to allow him to climb trees to collect delicate potions ingredients would be so useful? Harry's hands locked happily onto the branch over his head, and when he hooked the sluts knees over two branches to the sides Snape barely needed to support him as he pulled himself up and down on the bough that hand become the centre of his universe. Smirking delightfully, Snape coated his own cock in the potion he'd used to ease the branch's passage and pushed in close. One hand on his cock to stead it, the other slowing Harry movements on the tree, Snape pressed in to the hot tight, oh so tight, heat. It was almost overwhelming at first. Soft, pliant flesh engulfed him on three sides while the forth was nudged again the cruel fake cock, squeezing him tighter than ever before. Then somehow somehow Harry found it within himself to move, and Snape's hips remembered their muscles and slammed into the stretched boy, piercing him and spreading him and taking him as never before.

Harry couldn't recall his orgasm. Somehow he'd ended up curled around Snape at the bottom of the tree. He could only remember a fire everywhere, feeling better than he ever had before. He felt as though someone had ripped him into tiny pieces and tried to put him back together with a sticking charm. Looking up into his professor's dark gaze he knew he wasn't the only one who felt like that.

"You fucked me with a tree," Harry panted. The smirk that arrived on Snape's face was complete and irrevocable, but somehow gentler than his normal angry sneer.

"Well, you're a desperate little whore who'd let anyone and anything do him."

"True," Harry murmured, "Too true."

It was quite some time later that either of them had the energy to move again, but with some effort, and some mumbled curses about headmistresses thinking I've kidnapped you, both men managed to stumble to their feet, right their clothes, and continue their trip up to the castle.

A/N So, what'd you think? Yes. I know I am incredibly sick and twisted. I have a few ideas of what else to write, but as I said, if you want more, review and give me ideas *leering grin*