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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter, Draco_Malfoy_&_Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Draco_Malfoy, Harry_Potter, Dolores_Umbridge
  Additional Tags:
      Extremely_Dubious_Consent, Underage_Sex, Detention, Forced_Orgasm, Orgasm
      Control, Gags, Spanking, Waxing, Prostate_Massage, Butt_Plugs, Anal_Play,
      Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Bottom_Harry, Top_Draco_Malfoy, Rough_Oral_Sex,
      Multiple_Orgasms, Face-Fucking
  Series:
      Part 2 of Loving_the_enemy
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-21 Words: 6681
****** Detention in the Inquisitorial Manner ******
by calliope_cp
Summary
     Headmistress Umbridge has decided to let entrust Draco with Harry's
     detention and he...well...knows how to absolutely misuse his power.
The door was closed but not locked, so he entered. Umbridge had told him that
his detention would be here tonight, down in the dungeons and under
professional care. Who knew what that vile woman had planned this time;
probably something very painful or humiliating, that much Harry was sure of.
Her smile had been so cruel – even more so than when he had been forced to
slice up his own hand.
Whilst his face had been an indifferent mask when she’d told him about his
fate, he was truly nervous. How bad would it be? Would he be crawling back to
the dorms? Would he receive new scars? How much pain would he have to take?
He had reached the dungeons and went looking for the door she’d described. When
he opened the door with a small creak, bright light blinded him. It was a
comfortable-looking and very well-heated room with very strange furniture. The
walls were, of course, undecorated grey stones like everywhere down here –
except for...some kind of board with different instruments. Whips and lashes,
bullet-like things and different-sized sticks made from all kinds of materials.
There were several curious chairs and really oddly adjusted bars that reminded
a little him of his Muggle PE classes. Would he have to do some kind of
exercise here and get whipped if he sweated? Harry couldn’t make sense of this
room. He grew even more nervous.
“You are late, Potter.”, a voice sneered very close to him. Harry jumped and
tried to catch his breath. “Malfoy. What are you doing here?” Then it clicked.
“No. Oh no. No no no no no no no no no.” This couldn’t be true.
“Oh yes, I’m giving you detention.” Merlin help him.
“You can’t!”, Harry said with a slight panic rising in his throat. “You’re not
a teacher.”
Malfoy laughed. It sounded very amused and very dark – a promise of the
terrible things that were to happen to him, Harry was sure. This had to be
dream – a nightmare or something. This couldn’t be true. “You know that the
Inquisitorial Squad has certain…obligations, Potty. We have to support our dear
headmistress in every way that benefits the school. So, tonight and the rest of
this week it will be my duty to supervise your punishment, as strenuous as it
may be.”, he smirked.
Harry didn’t know how to respond to that. Of course, the git would take
absolute advantage of their situation and abuse his position of power as much
as humanly possible. “Let me guess: If I don’t comply, you’ll extent my
detention as much as you like?”, he spat.
“Correct, Potter.”, the blond drawled. “And they say you are unteachable. Shall
we start?” His grin promised nothing but extreme unease for Harry.
He still tried to show courage. “Alright, Malfoy. What do you want me to do?
Exercise? Write lines? Crawl at your feet?”, he barked but the other boy simply
sneered. “Oh, Potter, you do not have the slightest idea what kind of room this
is, have you? But do not worry, I will show you everything there is to know.”,
he taunted and threw down a small ball made from soft material. “Ooops”, he
mocked. “Could you please get that back for me, Potter?”
Harry rolled his eyes. Great, now I’m a dog. The ball had rolled under one of
the two-pieced asymmetrical bars that had had him wondering before. Harry shot
Draco a dirty look and got on all fours, pressing his chest down to the floor
and stretching out his arms for support and picking up the ball. The moment his
fingers closed around the tiny thing, he heard a clear “Petrificus Totalus!”
behind him and his whole body went stiff. Merlin, no! Why would Malfoy choose
such a position? What’s going on? What’s he doing?
“Ah, delicious and perfect in every way, Potter. Right how I wanted you.”, the
other boy laughed. Now we just have to adjust you a bit…” He murmured a Lifting
Charm and Harry felt himself fly through the air. His raised hips were put on
the higher bar so his spread knees only just touched the lightly cushioned
bench before it. His upper body and arms were uselessly hanging midair, but now
he saw the lower bar and the shackles that were attached to it. Oh please
don’t!
Malfoy muttered another spell and the shackles in front of him came to live and
bound him. Harry also felt some close around his ankles and knees as well as
the rope that bound him tightly to the upper bar. Only then, Malfoy lifted the
Body-Bind-Course off him. His arms and torso fell down instantly and the
shackles around his wrists and legs tightened. He was now bent over like a
buckled twig, his arms and knees spread wide and, he realized with terror,
absolutely as helpless as if still hexed.
“Malfoy!”, he spat. “What’s the meaning of this? What are you doing?” The other
boy cackled at his futile struggles. “Well, Potter, at the moment, I am clearly
enjoying the view. But, of course, it can only get better from here, I can
promise you that.”
And, to Harry’s utter dread and panic, he vanished all of his clothes - along
with his wand that had been securely put in one of his inside pockets. They
appeared neatly folded on a chair at the opposite side of the room.
Understanding dawned on him. The room, the position, the malicious anticipation
Malfoy had shown…
“NO! No, please, Malfoy – Draco – you can’t…, please don’t…anything – Please,
anything but this – I’ll do anything, you can’t…HMPF!” His desperate begging
seemed to have, of course, just increased the desire inside the other boy. The
small red ball from before was suddenly inside his mouth, a small cord
connecting it tightly to his head. He was only capable of making incoherent
noises of plea.
Never before had he been this mortified. He was bent, silenced, bound, naked
and completely exposed to his enemy. His enemy that would probably use the most
vile, terrible things on him that this room contained - and there were a lot! –
and torture him as long and severely as he liked. Corporal punishment was not
forbidden anymore at Hogwarts and Harry should have expected Draco to use this
to his advance in every possible way.
Tears started to form in his eyes as he waited for the pain to begin. His legs
were shaking already and his cries were so muffled that they could as well be
moans. He felt pathetic.
“Anything. Potter? Well, unfortunately for you, I will already get everything
from you. Don’t you worry, I intend to make this good for the both of us.
Although, it might be a tad bit painful for you.”, he added and his hands
started to roam over Harry’s trembling form. Suddenly, the whole arrangement
was again lifted by the metal legs below the bars and the bench until Harry's
butt seemed to reach an height comfortable for Malfoy to strike it. Please, let
me wake up. This can’t be real.
The first spank was unexpected and painful. Harry tensed and cried against his
gag. “Nice, Potter. Such a wonderful bruising you have.” Malfoy’s hands roamed
over the angry red flesh in a nearly tender manner. “Let’s improve this sight a
little more, shall we?”, he chuckled. “I will count to ten today, Potter.”, he
whispered and with a loud SMACK! for each slap he hit him three more times.
Tears of anger (and pain)  fell out of Harry’s eyes as he screamed out his
muted misery.
Malfoy was breathing hard behind him. “Well, very good for the first four, I
must admit. You wriggle rather nicely, Potter. Very very tempting. Now, I
believe you and I need a little break, don’t you think? I rather like my
playthings nice and clean before I use them.”, he said. Wait, use them?
The CleaningSspell went everywhere; from his head over his torso, feet, legs,
groin and – Dear Merlin! – even deep inside his bum. His abused backside hurt a
little with the tingling but it was rather the embarrassing feeling of being
cleaned for playing that caused his unease. But this was nothing compared to
the feeling that followed the it.
RIP! – RIP! – RIP! – RIP! – RIP! – RIP! – RIP! – RIP! – RIP! – RIP! Harry
screamed and screamed; it felt like the skin of his most sensitive body parts
was torn away. His legs shook violently and his groin and butt creeks hurt and
tingled more angrily with every tear.
“Don’t be so dramatic, Potter, this was just a little waxing. No offense, but
your body hair blocked my view.”, Draco taunted and muttered a soft spell that
spread a calming substance over his irritated skin. Healing oil, that’s what it
feels and smells like, Harry thought. But he did not at all feel soothed with
the idea. Why would Malfoy want his groin and bum hairless and clean? Surely he
wouldn’t…He wasn’t even…Oh, please, please, please, no.
“Much better.”, the blond said and caressed the now smooth and soft skin. He
applied the ointment himself now and spread the oil thoroughly over the tender
cheeks of Harry’s backside, which felt annoyingly nice. But then his finger
started to move up and down the crack and Harry started to fidget anew. “Keep
still, Potter, or this will hurt more than necessary.”, he heard the other boy
and suddenly something entered him. He cried out and tried to struggle away, to
clench and deny the oily object entrance but it was all in vain. His puckered
hole was breached and stretched – slowly and steadily – by whatever Malfoy
pushed inside him. The stretch hurt him but not as much as the spanking had;
still, the object left a very foreign feeling inside.
Behind him, Malfoy cooed in a mocking voice. “See, Potter, that was not so bad,
was it? It was just a tiny little plug, no bigger than a finger. You will get
used to it soon enough. That is…”, he started and Harry already feared where
this conversation would lead. “until I decide that you need a little more.”
He grasped the end of the small toy and moved it slowly in and out of Harry.
While the first stretch had been painful, the slow movements were stimulating
something deep within his body. His palms started to sweat and he fought
against his chains more than ever. There was no way he would gain pleasure from
his torture. Unfortunately, he couldn’t set any pain to himself to counter his
building arousal. His teeth were as tightly secured as his hands, feet and
knees. The bar he was laid upon was enchanted with a very strong cushioning
charm so his hips would not bruise. He could not even scratch himself bloody
with his nails since he had always preferred them as short as possible. Malfoy
made an amused noise at his struggle.
“Enjoying yourself, Potter? It will get better. You see, this plug has the
perfect shape for stimulation and is made to grow bigger and bigger to stretch
its lucky user properly. Whenever I say the incarnation, you will feel the
intense extentof pleasure, doesn’t that sound wonderful?”, he teased and
slapped Harry butt again with force. This time, with the plug inside him, the
harsh pain was accompanied by a violent trembling of his entrance around the
toy. His insides clenched and something – whatever it was – was touched by the
plug. Harry tried to give as few reactions as possible towards his feelings but
Malfoy, observant bastard that he was – noticed it in an instant.
“Well, seems like we already found your pleasure spot, Potter. Like it when
your prostate is hit?” He pushed and pulled a little on the plug again – Harry
couldn’t help but moan whether he wanted to or not – and muttered the spell
that made the toy grow inside Harry. It didn’t grow much wider (the stretch was
still uncomfortable) but quite longer instead and was now pressed hard against
that spot within Harry that made him shiver.
“Hm, now, where were we?”, Malfoy asked in false innocent voice. “Ah, yes.
SEVEN.”, he announced and hit Harry again with a hard SMACK!. It was too much –
the pain, the plug and his embarrassment over the whole situation whirled
though Harry’s head as he cried out. Spanks number eight and nine left him
panting against his gag but when Malfoy’s hand connected with his bum for the
tenth time with a satisfied count, he realized that the one impossible thing
had happened: He had an erection.
Malfoy made a noise between a moan and an amused laugh. “Why, Potty, aren’t you
quite the pain lover? I should have suspected as much, given the fact time you
spend in the Hospital Wing.” He wriggled the plug inside Harry again just to
evoke another reluctant moan.
“I would like to propose a little deal, Potter. If you manage not to come
within the next fifteen minutes, I shall not fuck you today. Do you agree,
pet?”, he asked and pulled the plug nearly out just to pump it back into Harry.
A small sandglass appeared before Harry that to show him exactly when a quarter
of an hour would have passed.
I can do this, Harry thought. It’s Malfoy, I can manage – oh fuck! – not to
come. He gave a grunt and nodded to show his agreement. He could do this. He
could imagine Snape in a bikini or Umbridge kissing one of her fluffy kittens
or –
Malfoy’s slicked up hand started to stroke his prick. The movement was slow but
forceful. The slippery tightness was absolutely perfect and made Harry shiver.
In combination with the constant pace of the object that pounded his backside,
heat started to coil in Harry’s lower belly.
Never before had his penis been touched by anyone other than himself. He had
occasionally experimented with masturbation but usually he was just too
occupied with school work, with worries about his or his friends' lives or
Voldemort’s return to enjoy himself. Now, the wonderful tug on his prick made
it uncomfortably clear that he shouldn’t have ignored his sexual needs.
The blond had barely started his molestation and he was already dripping wetly
on the floor beneath him, his penis swollen and red and about to burst. Harry
tried everything he could think of to restrain himself but not even his
nastiest and most disgusting imaginations could overthrow the heat spreading
through his whole body. His arousal spiralled ceaselessly.
He fet himsef trembling while Malfoy’s movement stayed as forceful and precise
as before. The other boy started to breathe rather heavily when Harry’s legs
began to shake and his moans grew louder even despite the gag. Suddenly, the
object inside Harry stilled and Malfoy’s hand disappeared. The sandglass showed
that only about one quarter of Malfoy’s time frame was over. Another Petrificus
Totaluswas cast and Harry felt how his bars were lifted again. Malfoy walked
around the facility and stopped the elevation as soon as Harry was facing his
groin. He lower half was naked and fully erect. Figures that an arrogant git
like Malfoy would have a beautiful – and rather big – prick. His length was
normal, maybe around 6.5-7 inches (17 cm), like Harry's, but the girth was
unbelievably wider. Harry doubted the other boy would be able to close his fist
around his prick. He really feared what would come next. The blond swiftly
transfigured the ball in Harry’s mouth into some sort of ring that would keep
his teeth in check but left his cavity wide open for anything to put deep
inside; stretching his lips to the point of cracks in the skin at the corner of
his mouth.
The Body-Bind Course was lifted again and the huge organ was pushed inside
Harry’s reluctant mouth with force.
Malfoy moaned when the heat enveloped him. “Oh, yes, Potter, that’s it, do you
like my prick in your mouth? You’re so tight, I bet you were desperate for it
the whole time.” He shoved inside until Harry’s nose was pressed against the
neatly trimmed pubic hair. Harry gagged and tried to breathe but it was nearly
impossible with his throat blocked. Malfoy seemed to enjoy his attempts to push
him out and rammed inside him again to show his absolute power over the other
boy. “Steady breathes through the nose, Potty, that’s the key.”, he advised
with taunting glee as he pulled out and shoved inside again.
Then, the plug started to move again, this time on its own, faster and of
course directly aimed at Harry’s prostate. His mouth and bum were pounded with
increasing speed. It would have made him gasp if it wasn’t for the huge prick
between his lips. Harry struggled and gagged, but Malfoy’s hand held his head
steadily while he fucked his face as hard and deep as possible with every
thrust. Unfortunately, the hand around Harry's penis reappeared and set the
same fast rhythm as the other two penetrating forces.
He coughed and gagged, wriggled and gasped but there was no avail. His insides
were tensing up with every thrust and every stroke. Suddenly, Malfoy tensed and
his huge prick swelled even further in Harry’s mouth; a loud moan announcing
what was about to happen.
“Ah, can you feel me growing inside you, Potter. I’m stretching you rather
nicely. Don’t you just love the feeling of my big prick down your throat?” No,
Harry thought, please get out or I’ll faint. It was barely possible to draw in
enough air for his own unsteady attempts to breathe. “Be ready, Potter, I’m
going to shoot my load. Ah, ah, ah – YES!“ No, I don’t want that inside me,
I’ll drown, I’ll choke, please don’t...Harry’s silent pleas were unheard, of
course.
With hard pushes Malfoy shoved himself as deeply as possible inside the open
cavity and remained there as long as he needed to spill everything and more
down Harry’s throat. Even after, when he was already done, Malfoy did not leave
the warm mouth but pressed his hips against Harry’s face to make sure he would
swallow every little drop.
The blond never stopped to stroke Harry throughout his own orgasm and Harry
felt his legs starting to tremble from the effort to hold back. Malfoy’s hand
gripped him harder and he engorged the toy inside Harry’s body once more. The
stretch was close to unbearable with the speed of the thrusts but the
stimulation was just as overwhelming as before. Every nerve inside his small
body pulsed.
Just moments before the sand in the sandglass would have completely gushed
through, Harry’s body spasmed and he shot his seed towards the ground with a
load and choked moan around the penis still inside his mouth. His hole clenched
and unclenched around the toy, which even prolonged the intensity of the
experience. Finally, Malfoy retreated with a satisfied groan and released Harry
from his gag.
He sputtered once he could breathe again, only barely refraining from vomiting,
but the other boy only laughed. “Why, Potter, who would have thought you would
have such a talent for giving head? That was rather enjoyable, don’t you
think?”
Harry shot him a nasty look. “Malfoy, you utter bastard! Cut the crap and get
that thing out of my arse!” The plug was still drilling him, more slowly now,
but it was definitely too much for his overstimulated body. Malfoy’s smile grew
even wider. “Oh, I do not think so, Potter.” Dread pooled inside Harry. The
bastard had had his fun with him; surely this nightmare of an experience would
be over now, right?
“I think” Malfoy continued “that I would like another shot, so to say. But,
unfortunately, your lips seem rather sore. I think I would prefer another hole
of yours – tight and nicely smooth.”
Harry shook his head with vehemence but Malfoy silenced him with a quick flick
of his wand. “I think, you broke that little deal of ours when you so rudely
defiled the floor.” No, no, no, no – please, don’t, please get it out,
please...
But Malfoy wasn’t done yet. “I think, I will take my sweet time waiting for my
poor penis to recover from the hard work and once I’m ready again, you will get
another sweet fill. Until then, Potter,” he slapped Harry’s cheeks again which
was accompanied by a silent wince of the latter “we will keep your entrance
nicely stretched, right? Of course, the plug will stay far smaller than myself
in girth – I want you to feel every glorious inch of me later – but a little
more should be alright.” With that, a chair appeared right in front of Harry’s
gadgetry and Malfoy sat down with a content sigh, lazily stroking himself. The
plug in Harry’s bum widened one more time before it restarted to shove into
Harry with slow but deep and very hard pushes that kept aiming at his prostate.
The toy had yet to miss and Harry mutely cried out in painful arousal.
Harry had to face the hideous reality that Malfoy used his terrible stimulation
for his personal entertainment. His backside was getting torn apart and being
healed instantly; for whenever Malfoy sensed that the object would cause pain
or soreness, he conjured more healing oil and thoroughly disposed it everywhere
around his rim. Harry was drenched in sweat. His overly stimulated prostate
felt swollen and ready to burst but the worst was that his penis seemed to
recover from its earlier orgasm and slowly started to fill again despite all of
his tries to stop it.
The other boy chuckled. “Ah, Potter, this is priceless, really. Such a waste,
of course, that I cannot listen to your pathetic moans. But that can be
changed.” He lifted the Silencing Spell and suddenly, Harry heard himself
moaning and gasping with each hard shove the object did. Malfoy grinned and
continued teasing his own prick. “That’s more like it. Now, wouldn’t I love to
hear the vile and nasty things you would like to say to me? Come on, Potter, we
both know how sexy dirty talk is...”, he teased.
“Shut – the – fuck – up – you – arse – I – hate – you – you – pervert!”, Harry
cried in between the thrusts. He was panting heavily and his body felt like it
was about to implode with overstimulation. His whole being trembled more than
ever, but pain was turning into pleasure all the same in his groin. When Harry
groaned another insult in Malfoy’s direction, the other boy approached him, his
half-hard erection directly in front of Harry’s eyes.
Harry moved his head to the side as much as possible but the other boy
chuckled. “Oh, Potter, are you still in denial. You just love my prick inside
you – your mouth was glorious, you know?” The bastard had the atrocity to pet
Harry’s head like a dog being praised.
“Come on, Potter. Open wide”, Malfoy teased and forced the ring gag inside
Harry’s recalcitrant mouth again. Just as the vile thing was settled, he
pressed himself back into the warm cavern. “Oh, yes, wonderfully warm and
inviting.”, he hissed, placing both of his hands on Harry’s butt and spread the
cheeks wide apart so the toy could penetrate its victim even deeper. Harry’s
hips tried to buck but the only effect his struggle brought was a deeper
entrance of the blond boy’s prick in his mouth. Malfoy moaned and move his hips
easily into Harry’s face, his hardness now growing into Harry’s throat.
Then, suddenly, after a hard shove inside, he stilled. “Now, Potter, I think it
is time for the main event.” NO! Please, don’t - stay away, I don’t want you in
me – Get away you bastard!His muted protests were unheard, of course. Malfoy
slowly retreated his prick and removed the gag. To his utter humiliation, that
was the exact moment when Harry released a long noise of pleasure that started
building inside him. The blond chuckled and moved around Harry. “Oh, this is
going to be just perfect. Potter, I cannot wait to shoot my load into your
tight little arse.”
“NO! At least wear a condom, you arsehole, I don’t want to catch anything from
your vile spendings!”, Harry demanded. “Or just stay outside, anyway, this is
RAPE!” His last statement turned into a shout when the toy was plucked out and
replaced by three of Malfoy’s lubed up fingers. The stretch hurt but the three
digits found his prostate easily and turned the sting into a prickling
sensation.
Malfoy tutted. “Rape? Such a nasty little word, Potter. This is detention, a
mere punishment for your wrongdoings. Besides“ he pushed his fingers deeper
until his appendices were buried inside the tight hole completely. Harry
wimpered but the blond just went on “you already enjoy this.” His unoccupied
hand found Harry’s prick again and stoked it with slow, deliberate movements.
Harry nearly blacked out. The fullness in his backside was too much, the hard
grip around his most sensitive part aroused him so much against his will and
then there was the slowness of the movements. It felt like Malfoy would try to
lift him by just holding these two places.
“Get out. Get out now. Leave me alone, Malfoy, please.”
“Oh, wonderful, Potter, you are even begging prettily. I think I shall prefer
when you beg for your release but I guess we still have time for that later.“
He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust of his fingers.
“Besides, I will of course not wear a condom. Wizards cannot fall ill by any
sexually transmitted diseases that Muggles tend to spread.” He swirled his
fingers inside Harry, who felt like being turned on a spit. “And I want you to
feel me inside of you until I fill you again tomorrow. And the day after.” The
fingers swirled again and Harry moaned. “And the day after.” He pulled out and
pushed back in with force. “And the day after.” Out – in. Oh Merlin he was
close again already. “And the day after.”
He briefly wondered why this didn’t feel do foreign anymore. Before, the
intrusion of the plug had basically felt wrong inside him – like he urgently
needed to use the loo. But now, the feeling had dissipated; all he felt was
friction and pressure and the deep stretch. In combination with his sensitivity
and the constant teasing of his hardness, Harry feared that he would soon come
again.
Malfoy seemed to sense that, too. “I have a wonderful idea. Why don’t we try
another bet, Potter? If you manage not to come while I fuck you, I will exempt
you from the rest of your detention this week.” His answer was a sobbing tone
between misery and anger. The hour glass appeared again, this time even fuller
than the last one. “Close to coming already?”, Malfoy taunted with glee. “Don’t
worry, I will take care of you.” He sped up his strokes around Harry’s prick to
the point of nearing orgasm – and stopped dead. Harry gasped, shivered and
howled in frustration.
“Bastard! You’re a sick, perverted bastard!”, he spat.
The voice behind him was a low sneer. “Might that be true or not, but I’m the
bastard to fuck your arse now.” Harry could feel something move up and down his
crease. A very oily penis. “Don’t.”, he begged, still painfully aroused but not
desperate enough to give in. “Please don’t.”
“Shut up, Potter.”, Malfoy said in a sing-sang voice. “This will be good.”, he
murmured and pressed his head inside the tight ring of muscle. "Oh, yes!"
Harry cried out – this was too much, this stung much more than anything before,
it wouldn’t fit, he would tear – but Malfoy seemed delighted by his situation.
“Relax, Potter, that is the key.” He slapped Harry’s butt cheek hard and
laughed at the muffled yelp. “Oh my, it seems my countenance is slipping,
Potter.”, he declared and grunted. “There we go.”
And with one, swift and hard thrust, he pushed inside as deeply as possible.
Harry’s pucker felt aflame, his insides were on fire and everything felt
terribly overexpanded. He tried to bite back his scream. He didn’t want to let
Malfoy hear how much his torture was affecting him. His lips were bleeding from
the way his teeth were biting into them.
Malfoy didn’t move any more. He simply kept rubbing his groin on Harry’s cheeks
in slow circles, enjoying the tight heat and friction. “Ah, Potter, you are
deliciously tight and wet. I am ever-so-grateful that you got me off before.”,
he praised. “And this is just the start. Did you know that there are potions
that help you not only increase your endowment and stamina but also the amount
of sperm and surrounding fluid you produce so the orgasm is prolonged?”
Harry sobbed. Please tell me that is a joke. There’s no way he could have
planned this so much in advance.“Accio potion.”, Malfoy called and soon after
Harry heard a bottle being uncorked and consumed.
“Mmmm, delicious.”, Malyfoy said. “Let’s see: The pleasuring Stallion.”, he
read. “Bring your partner to the brink of absolute passion. This elixir will
make your penis swell more and more as long as you penetrate your lover and
ensure that her G-Spot or his prostate is stimulated in all the right ways.
Until their orgasm, you will grow bigger in length and width. The potion will
assure that your orgasm will begin right after theirs is finished. Let them
experience the pleasure of being completely filled by your release and enjoy
the longest and most plentiful release you have ever felt.” Harry tried to push
him out again, but Malfoy only groaned in pleasure.
He whined when Malfoy seemed to swell inside him. Oh Merlin, the potion was
working. He was absolutely lost. “Very well. This should give tonight a nice
and lasting effect.”, the blond declared. He was still not moving much, simply
grinding his deep-buried penis inside his victim.
Fortunately for Harry, his own erection had deflated by now. Unfortunately,
Malfoy grabbed his penis the moment he realized his victim wasn’t on the brink
of coming anymore and stroked it back into full hardness. Only then, when Harry
started gasping again and his body was once more shaking all over, Malfoy
nearly pulled out completely and thrust inside again with a fluid movement. He
didn’t stop this time; he simply batted his hips against Harry’s in a steady
rhythm that was slow at first but developed a faster pace with each thrust. He
grow bigger once more, stretching his rim further. “Come on, Potter, moan for
me like a good pet.”, he commanded in a raspy voice and increased the pressure
around Harry’s prick. “Ah!”, Harry gasped against his will, all his attempts to
not giving in thrown out of the room by his traitorous body.
It was maddening. Heat ran through his nerves, making them sing with ecstasy.
His backside didn’t hurt so much anymore from the oil, his insides seemed to
have adjusted to his enemy’s huge and still growing girth. I can’t come from
this. If I come, he will rape me again and again the whole week. I cannot
come.The mantra inside his head did help neither against the warmth that pooled
inside his belly nor against the constant pleasure that was caused by the
stimulation of his prostate. How did Malfoy manage to hit the bloody thing with
every thrust? It must have been the potions effects – not that this did help
Harry at all. He was pounded and pounded with no break or rest until Malfoy
swelled again and released a loud cry of arousal. "Ah, yes, so good, Potter. I
love how your tight little virgin hole is stretched around me. You feel
perfect."
Malfoy drove inside him with increasing force now, hard and fast. Unyielding,
he fucked Harry with all he had and his organ seemed to grow even bigger still.
Entering the tightness seemed to challenge him now but he did not slow down. He
just used more forceful thrusts. Harry felt like fainting. He was torn apart,
his belly was a little uneasy and everything was stretched so far. Each time
the blond’s prick was pushed inside Harry and his hand moved along his hardness
brought him closer to the edge but the hourglass was still three-quarters full.
“No, no, no.”, Harry whimpered and tried again to bite his already bloody lips
but Malfoy simply put the gag back on.
“Such a shame, Potter, but I cannot risk you to cheat and have you get
sidetracked by pain that is not caused by my person, can I?”, he asked and
smacked Harry’s butt cheeks twice while still driving into him with the same
fast pace. In – out – in – out - in - out; sometimes he left Harry’s body all
the way just to slam himself back in with an even stronger movement. He grew
further – longer and wider, spreading Harry to the point where he felt like
being ripped in two. His huge organ seemed to pull his insides out whenever he
retreated only to push them back inside immediately. Why couldn’t this hurt
more? It wasn’t logical! It burnt and chafed, yes, but it still triggered all
the right places to respond with sheer overwhelm.
He was close, Harry could feel it, but Malfoy’s hand left his throbbing red
hardness when his traitorous body started building. “Eager, aren’t you? We have
time, Potter. I bet I can make you come untouched, pretty pet.”, he exclaimed,
sounding only a little out of breath.
“Bastard! Bloody fucking arsehole!”, Harry screamed but his words were muffled
and suppressed, so Malfoy simply went on drilling into the flushed body below
him, aiming for the pleasure point with malicious precision. His body kept on
chasing release, but slower, steadier and in a much more tormenting way.
“Well, Potter, how do you enjoy your tight virgin heat wrapped around my huge
prick?”; Malfoy asked, his voice somehow still steady. His fingers were pressed
into the other boy’s hips even though they were tightly secured. Maybe he wants
to leave a mark, Harry mused. Sometimes a fingernail would scratch along his
back; just teasing, never causing real pain.
“I bet you love getting pounded thoroughly, don’t you, pet?”, Malfoy went on.
His pace had the same rhythm as ever but now Harry felt his cheeks spread wide
apart again and the  entering phallus went even deeper. Harry’s sweat-covered
body reached a new high of arousal. Every cell was singing a sweet song of
pleasure that neared its peak. He could barely breathe – with or without the
gag, he was reduced to gasps. “Mmmm...mmm mmmmh.”, he told Malfoy.
“I know, I know. You are close again, nearing the end of our little encounter.
So fortunate for me that the hourglass is still half full. Well, let me make
sure you will still feel this when we meet again tomorrow night.”, Malfoy
purred and then Harry could feel nothing but the brutal force of being
completely swallowed by painful pleasure of being pounded with an animalistic
force. He screamed and screamed when orgasm hit him, his tense muscles
embracing the pulsating prick inside of him. The intensity of his release
nearly made him  black out.
He could feel the huge penis inside him swell once again (how?) accompanied by
a shouted "YES!" before he was flooded with Malfoy's release. Still, the other
boy did not stop his harsh thrusts and shouted out. “Yes, oh yes, Potter, I
love fucking you so hard. YES!” His enlarged prick vibrated hotly, agonizing
Harry’s tender pucker and prostate but the git simply didn’t stop coming and
pounding. Harry could only whimper and take it. The room echoed Malfoy’s
orgasm; from the wet noises of his prick slamming into Harry with irritating
squelches to the moans of his mouth.
Malfoy went on forever, moaning and shouting, pumping Harry full until his
belly felt uneasy and swollen with an unnatural amount sperm. “YES! Oh, that
feels good, Potter, don’t you love being filled with me?”, he shouted. “And
here comes even more. Ah!” Finally, after what seemed like hours and hours of
more pumping and fucking, Malfoy was spent and shuddered above him. His pumps
were now leisurely done, simply ensuring to get as much of his release inside
Harry's arse as possible. He rubbed himself against Harry’s backside in a way
to show him that he still was inside him and how much he had enjoyed this
before he spoke again.
“MERLIN! That was quite spectacular. Potter, I feel thoroughly satisfied now
and the best thing is that I only have to wait for tomorrow to devour you
again. And you are just as nicely filled as a turkey, aren’t you?”, Malfoy
teased and – finally! – withdrew.
He sounded tired and content. “Your rim is a little sore, but do not worry, it
will heal tonight.”, he assured with mock worry and put a little more healing
oil on the red skin, massaging it.
“Mmmmmh! Mmmm mmmh. MMMMM.”, Harry yelled in frustration. He just wanted to be
left alone to deal with his misery. His belly felt uneasy and swollen and
everything hurt and tingled.
“Ah, yes, one moment, Potter. I just have to make sure you will not spill
anything. Literally and figuratively.”, the blond said and pushed another plug
– bigger than the one before – into Harry, causing him to swear and wriggle but
his restraints still held him down securely. A charm hit his rim then and
Malfoy explained. “Permanent skin-sticking charm. I will pull it out tomorrow
night. You do not need to worry about body functions; I used a one-week-lasting
cleaning on you.” He tenderly caressed Harry's belly and seemed very satisfied
with its swell.
Why he would be sounding so proud about this was beyond Harry. Wasn’t it enough
to pump him full and force him to come? Oh, and spank him like a petulant
child? Did the little snake really need to trap his nasty release inside him?
“One more thing, Potter. Should you feel the necessity of talking to your
friends or really anyone about the nature of our detentions – not that I think
someone would believe you – I might be exchanged for someone else from the
Inquisitorial Squad. Zabini, for example, loves roleplaying; especially guard
and prisoner, complete with interrogation and torture. Nott hates foreplay
nearly as much as Gryffindors. Crabbe and Goyle might feel inspired to fuck you
both at once and they also are not interested in preparation. The girls simply
love whipping and bloodplay combined with a nice amount of hot wax. You might
consider taking the lesser evil and simply spare yourself from that kind of
things...”, he said and started to resort and organise the room back into
tidiness, leaving Harry still gagged and bound at his place.
When everything seemed according to his preference, Malfoy crouched down before
Harry and smirked. “See you tomorrow, Potter. I bet I can make you learn all my
favourite positions and kinks during the next few days. Maybe we’ll experiment
a little more with potions, though. Who knows, knocking you up while destroying
your tight littler pucker sounds very tempting, I must admit.” He stood and
went for the door. Suddenly, the lights went out and they were surrounded by
darkness. Just before the laughing git left the room, Harry felt himself being
released and collapsed down on the floor, every part of his body aching,
pulsing, filled and flushed.
Pregnant? Is he drunk? That’s not even possible, is it?
He could barely force his trembling muscles to carry his own weight. Walking
would be a challenge. His first way wasn’t to the common rooms – much too far
for walking anyway – but towards the kitchens. Strangely, he felt absolutely
ravenous.
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