Whore

Title: Whore
Chapter One
Summery: The best thing to happen to The Headquarters of The Order of The Phoenix was when Harry turned into a whore for everyone, they won that Second war with Voldemort very fast when they realized it would cut in their one on one Harry whoring time.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, nor will I make any money off of this story, Harry Potter belongs with J.K Rowling and the dudes that make the movies I have no rights what so ever with them.
Warnings: Anal, BDSM, DS, B-Mod, DP, Fist, HJ, Language, M/M, M/M/M, minor, Mpreg, Slight N/C, Oral, PWP, Rim, Spank, Toys


CHAPTER ONE

Harry sighed as he tossed and turned on his bed, he just couldn’t sleep. Harry was glad he wasn’t at the Dursley’s this summer, but Harry was bored from the lack of stimulation, none of the Weasleys were due for ‘guard’ duty until his birthday, which wasn’t for another four weeks at the very least. Harry pushed the covers back and climbed out of bed, if he was going to be up all night then he was going o get something to eat. Harry pulled his shirt over his head and walked through the silent Grimmauld Place, shivering as the cold got to him through his boxers.

Harry didn’t notice a pair of eyes follow him around the kitchen as he made himself a sandwich and pour a glass of milk, the eyes watched Harry as he ate the meal and place the dished into the sink and the made their move when Harry turned his back on them. Harry grunted as he was shoved to the floor and a large male body was placed over top of his, Harry was able to push himself up a bit when the weight increased and a pair of hands yanked his boxers down and a hairy cock penetrated Harry’s ass and penetrated as deep as they could go.

A hand was slapped over Harry’s mouth as he opened it to scream and another arm was wrapped around his arms and waist, binding Harry in place on the kitchen floor while Harry’s attacker fucked Harry into the floor. Harry was shaking and moaning as the cock inside of him rubbed against his prostate as it was pulled in and out, Harry arched his hips back and up trying to get the cock to go faster, Harry wanted to cum! Harry shuddered when boozed breath bathed his right ear and stained brown teeth nip at his ear in pleasure as he felt Harry relax and start to enjoy what was happening.

“So, little Harry was hungry? I bet you were hungry, but not for food, your ass is sucking my cock so deep inside of you I fear I might not get it back.” Dung Fletcher panted into Harry’s ear as he licked the shell of it. “Look at you, acting like a whore that had been denied a good hard fucking. If you were that hungry for cock all you had to do was ask.”

Harry moaned shamefully as the speed and power behind the cock up his ass increased until he was ready to explode from the coil of pleasure deep inside of him. Harry couldn’t believe he was losing his virginity to this dirty, old, stinking man who was missing several teeth and covered in rags. But god, it was a wonderful way to be sexed up and wanting to learn more about sex the hands on way. Harry was sobbing as he tried to make Dung let him cum, and he clenched his rectum unconiousnessly and he fell apart. It was too much, it was not enough, it was too big, it was too small, it was everything and nothing at all and Harry wailed as he felt the hot spray of Dung’s spunk bathed his insides, and he passed out in a pool of his own spunk.

Dung gasped from breath as he lay on top of Harry, goddamn, that boy was a good fuck. Dung had to have him again, but once he got his breath break of first, he didn’t want to pass out after the second round and leave the slut wanting or he’ll go find someone else to whore for. Dung started rocking his hips and until he was ready to go again, and he pulled and pushed his cock into the unconscious boy, this was mush easier that way then when the boy was awake, he would wiggle and move about and Dung would cum again before he was done with him.

Harry woke ten minutes after his climax and felt Dung thrust inside of him while he was passed out, and instead of yelling at him, Harry moaned as the pleasure curled inside of him into a coil that grew tighter and tighter. Harry was twitching and shivering as his body was pushed to and edge and then thrown over it and as Harry fell he screamed load and long, and his ass grabbed at the cock inside of him and Dung sprayed his rectum again with his spunk. Dung was pleased when the slut under him stayed awake and he started to thrust again, he had several months of sexual needs that had no-where to go until now.

Harry groaned in protest as Dung kept going at him, his ass was already throbbing in pain from the fucking, and then when Dung released his arms to grab his hips and shoved deep into Harry, and the tip of hic cock pounding dead on Harry’s prostate, then Harry didn’t mind the pain anymore. Dung kept up the pace as he shoved them across the dingy kitchen floor and until Harry had carpet burn down his chest and his head was hitting the icebox with every shove of Dungs cock up his ass. Dung gave one last hard thrust and shuddered as his spunk stopped mid-spray as he ran out of it and Harry yowled once and twitched once before falling face first to the floor.

Harry was inhaling air like he had just ran a marathon as Dung crushed him as his softening cock still rested inside of him. As Harry was coming down from his high the shame of losing his virginity to Dung of all the people came back and he tried to pull away from Dung, he wanted to go scrub his skin until it bled and pour bleach into his ass to get the spunk he felt dripping out of his ass and the feel of Dung’s cock. Dung was not letting go however, he may have not any more spunk left, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t done yet. Dung pulled out and yanked Harry off the floor and shoved him onto the table and forced himself back into Harry.

Harry gasped for breath when his waist hit the table and his breath whooshed out of his lungs and Dung forced himself back into his body, and Harry was clawing at the table as he yowled and screamed at Dung to stop, that he had enough! But Dung didn’t stop; all he did was throw up a silencing charm on Harry and enjoyed the blissful silence as he went back to fucking Harry again. Harry kept screaming at Dung even when he knew Dung couldn’t hear him, Harry jerked as he felt something tear slightly inside of him, but by that point all Harry cared about at the point was the cock hitting his prostate.

Harry screamed silently as he came hard around the cock and Dung kept pushing in and out for several minutes after while Harry just moaned in protest slumped on the table, Harry couldn’t move even if the house was on fire. Dung slowed until he was rocking his hips back and forth, and to see what would happen, side to side and he spurted spunk he didn’t know he still had, as Harry tightened unbelievably and climaxed with a silent wail that Dung couldn’t hear and fell into unconsciousness. Dung pulled his softened cock out regretfully and buttoned his pants back up, he looked at the sluts quivering hole as blood and spunk leaked at a steady pace out in an obscenely manner. Dung knew his shift was up in, Dung looked at a clock and was surprised how little time had passed by, it had only been thirty minutes, six hours and then Elphias would be on shift, and he wanted to make slut remember this for days.

Dung looked around the kitchen for an idea and his eyes looked a basket over and he grinned darkly, oh yes, the slut would remember this.

“Ngh.” Harry said as he swam back up to consciousness. “Ooh.”

Harry was laying on the kitchen table his knees hanging off and something was being pushed back inside of his sore and aching rectum. Harry tried to move his hands to push them away, but all they did was flutter a little and fell back to the table, they like the rest of Harry’s body has had enough and was shutting down on him. Whatever was being pushed inside of him wasn’t Dung, which was thankful, because Harry would have stab him with a kitchen knife if he were, Harry has had enough, and it would be rape now.

“Ngh! S-s-stop! No m-more!” Harry stuttered out as whatever it was pressed against his prostate and rubbed there without moving from that spot. “Oh!”

Dung chuckled darkly as he heard the lustful sounds come from the slut, even when he said no, his body was saying yes. Dung finished shoving the baby apples inside of Harry and left the room, he needed a nap after that little workout, and Harry needed some time to figure out what was done to him. Harry laid there, waiting for Dung to finish what he was doing when he heard the kitchen door open and close, and realized that Dung had left him like this. Thighs open, rosebud gaping, spunk and sweat covered, and smelling like a sewer and sex for anyone to see if they came into the kitchen.

That thought was what made Harry sit up on the table and winced as his rectum pulled at the tears and pain hit his mind. Harry had to lean against the walls as he made his way back to him room; he would take a bath later, much later. He needed to rest and figure out what lose lumpy balls rubbing against his sensitive walls were, Harry collapsed face down on his bed and was out like a light.