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Okay, so it's been two weeks since the last installment, but this chapter took more work than I thought. And then, I forgot to post it here first, like I promised! So to make it up to you, I'm posting chapter four and five here today! Hope you aren't TOO squicked!
Title: The Sexual Education of Harry Potter
Chapter Title: Part the Fourth: In the Closet
Characters: Harry Potter
Genres: PWP, Humor, Drama, AU(Alternate Universe), Any, First Time, Smut
Rating: Death Sentence(NC-17
Warnings: Sexual Content, Adult Language, OOC-ness, Chan, Any
Summary: Harry Potter is a shy Slytherin, not the Boy Who Lived, and no one ever takes any notice of the boy...until he begins his education...
Warning: The actual warnings for each chapter will changes as new kinks are added. If you are easily offended, please be cautious!
This is a series of six episodes set in an AU. THe pairings will change; only Harry will remain constant.
***WARNING!!! This chapter contains Cross Dressing and extreme BDSM. If you are squicked by this, please do not read!***
***WARNING!!! This chapter contains Cross Dressing and extreme BDSM. If you are squicked by this, please do not read!***
The Sexual Education of Harry Potter
Part the Fourth: In the Closet
Harry unpacked another box and began to sort the contents and put them away on the shelves of the storage cupboard where he was currently working. The endless supply of gag gifts and prank items, while fun at first, had become a rather boring after three weeks working at Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes. Harry grumbled about dumb jokes, irritating redheads, and a mother that worried too much.
This was entirely his mother’s fault, after all. In comparison to his carefree summer last year, most of which had been spent with his godfathers, this summer was an utter nightmare. Not only was he forced to work like a house elf, but the twin Weasleys thought it great entertainment to try out their new products on him. He’d spent more time with scales, fur, and sporting various shades of the rainbow than he had looking like himself.
Lily Potter was frightened of the war against Voldemort (so much for The Boy Who Lived saving them all…Voldemort was back and scaring everyone); not that she would ever have admitted such a thing to Harry. He was her little boy, after all. He had to be protected from all the dark and dangerous things in this world. Harry gave a little snort at that. He was far from the innocent child she believed him to be. How could he be?
Harry thought back to his time with Remus and Sirius last summer as he continued to unpack the boxes. Sirius had been shocked by Harry’s behavior the night he’d let Moony fuck him. He’d especially been shocked by how experienced his godson seemed to be. Harry had been able to evade most of their prying questions, putting his experience down to schoolboy experimentation. And Sirius had been too weak to keep to his vow that nothing like that would ever happen again. Harry had spent many great nights with his godfathers last summer. And the full moons had been the best.
Now, however, Lily had insisted that Harry needed to ‘get work experience’ before his final year at Hogwarts. He would have to face the real world soon enough and he really had no idea what he wanted to do for a career. It was just a coincidence that his new job kept Harry busy and out of the way, while his mum and godfathers worked for Dumbledore in the war against the Dark Lord.
Harry knew that his family was a part of the Order of the Phoenix. He also knew that the Weasley parents were members as well. That was how he’d ended up working in Fred and George’s shop, after all. Never mind that their brother hated him. Never mind that Ron still went out of his way to make Harry’s life as miserable as possible. He’d been in the shop four times in the last three weeks and every time he’d groped Harry when no one else was looking and had made very rude and suggestive comments. Harry’d had to stop himself from using some of the great hexes Malfoy had been teaching him.
Harry admitted that he’d enjoyed certain aspects of his brief affair with Ron Weasley. The pain had been great. The sex was even better. But Ronald Weasley was an ass. He’d been an ass to Harry before they started fucking and he’d been an ass every time they had been together. He’d even told the school that Harry was a whore. He still had to live with the fall out from that. Harry did not regret hurting Ron in his fifth year. He’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Which made working with his brothers all the more difficult. Fred and George never said anything about Ron or Harry’s past with the boy, but that didn’t mean they didn’t know. They were still in school when Ron had let everything get out. Besides, every now and then, Harry would notice them eyeing him speculatively, as if they were trying to figure him out.
Harry usually just ignored them, but he wondered sometimes what it would be like to have two identical lovers. Sure, he’d been with both Remus and Sirius, but they had been rather squeamish about getting too kinky with him. They thought he was too young. They’d both take him, but it was usually one in his ass and one in his mouth. They hadn’t even liked to chain, let alone trying double penetration. Harry rather thought that the twins would do it, though.
Harry shook off the thought and turned back to his work. He was down to the last box and lifted it up to the table where he was sorting. When he opened this last box, however, he wasn’t really sure what to do with it. This box wasn’t toys. At least not the kind you would sell to children. This box had every kind of kinky toy Harry had ever imagined and quite a few he’d never dreamed of. It also held a variety of clothing that made Harry’s mouth water.
“Like our new line?” Fred asked from behind Harry. Harry hadn’t heard his boss enter and jumped almost a foot off the ground. When he turned around, he saw that George was with him, blocking the doorway and crowding the large storage closet.
“We thought we’d branch out and offer something for adults to enjoy as well,” George said with a gleam in his eyes.
“We haven’t tested any of this out yet,” Fred continued.
“We need to make sure our supplier is giving us quality goods,” George nodded.
Harry knew where they were heading with this conversation. He had tested every new product for them so far this summer, and realized they wanted him to test these as well. Harry looked down at the scrap of lace still in his hand and smiled. He knew that these two would be much more adventurous than any of his past lovers.
“I’ll test them for you,” Harry said with a sexy smile.
Fred and George both grinned in response before taking the box from Harry. “Go ahead and put that on, and meet us up in our flat.”
“We’ll close up shop early tonight.”
Harry nodded and watched the closet door shut behind his two employers and smiled. This was going to be a better summer than he had anticipated.
Ten minutes later, Harry had pulled his robe over his new outfit to make his way up to the twins’ flat. He knew that there would be no one about to see him, but he was still a bit anxious about wandering about in the flimsy lace scraps he currently wore.
Harry knocked tentatively at the door to the twins’ flat and was startled when the door opened almost immediately. Fred stood there looking at Harry like he was a Christmas pudding baked just for him and Harry shivered a bit in response to that look.
“Well, come in then,” Fred leered.
“And make yourself at home,” George put in, looking pointedly at Harry’s robe.
Harry stepped into the room and slowly let the cotton summer robe fall from his shoulders and stood proudly before these two men. He knew he looked good. He had long ago gotten over his insecurities about his height. In fact, he now reveled in the fact that his short stature and delicate frame made most men want to protect him. Most people severely underestimated the small Slytherin to their own disadvantage.
Now, Harry stood proudly before these two identical specimen of male beauty and relished their attention. They were enraptured by Harry and Harry couldn’t blame them. He was beautiful; he knew because he had spent long minutes gazing at his own reflection in a conjured mirror before coming to meet them.
He wore a simple black lace camisole that hugged his body, showing tantalizing glimpses of his pale flesh. The matching lace knickers were taut around his half-erect cock and snug against his balls in a way that made Harry think of a lover’s caress. His legs were spelled hairless and covered in silk black stockings that made Harry feel so dainty and helpless. He could get used to this feeling. And it seemed that the twins could get used to seeing him this way.
Fred was the first to move, pulling Harry roughly into an embrace and devouring his mouth in a breath-stealing kiss that Harry could feel all the way to his toes. Then he felt George step up behind him, pressing his long body against Harry, letting the younger boy feel the evidence of his arousal against his lower back. George nibbled and sucked on Harry’s neck and shoulders as he impatiently awaited his turn at Harry’s mouth.
“We heard that you like it a little rough,” George whispered in Harry’s ear, sending shivers of delight up and down his spine. “Is that true?”
Harry took a moment to reply, as Fred was still occupying the orifice he needed to communicate. “Yes! Please…make me feel!”
“Oh, I have no doubt you’ll feel what we have planned for you, little Harry,” Fred drawled. “In fact, I’d be willing to bet that you’ll feel it for days.”
Harry moaned in response. Of course it could also have had something to do with the fact that George was at that same moment pinching his nipples and bringing them to hard points. He was so enraptured by this treatment that he hardly noticed when Fred stepped away from them and went for the box of toys they had brought up from the storage closet. When he returned, he was holding a strange looking length of black leather.
“This is used to bind your arms. I’m going to slip it on like the sleeve of a shirt, but it will go over both of your arms at once, and then I will tighten the straps to bind your arms together,” Fred explained as he allowed Harry to see exactly what was going to be done to him. George took Harry’s silence as compliance and pulled Harry’s arms roughly behind him, forcing them together, crossed, wrist to elbow. Then Fred slipped the leather sleeve over one arm, then slid the second in from the oposite end, and began tightening the straps one by one. It was not the most comfortable thing in the world, but Harry loved the way it made him feel even more vulnerable to the attentions of these two men.
“Okay, Harry?” George asked, and Harry smiled at the concern in his voice. Ron would never have asked how he was.
“Yeah,” Harry said. “I’m good.”
“Okay, then,” Fred nodded. “We need to give you a safe word. If at any time you feel like we have gone too far, use the word and we will stop what we are doing. The object is not to torture you, but to give all of us pleasure, right?”
Harry nodded, but wasn’t sure he agreed. He’d been with Remus and Sirius, and they had always tried to make things good for him, unlike Ron, but they had been too careful. He wasn’t looking for another fuck like that.
“Okay, your safe word will be ‘Canary’. Say it Harry,” Fred instructed.
“Canary.”
George, in the meantime was having trouble keeping his hands off of the tempting little Slytherin dressed up and bound like a slut. He began stroking Harry’s arms above the tight binding sleeve causing ripples of goose bumps to shimmy up and down Harry’s arms. Then he followed the same path with his lips and teeth, pausing to nibble at various points and stopping altogether when he reached the juncture where shoulder and neck meet. Harry was sure he was going to have a mark there come morning with the way that George was biting and sucking.
“Enough talk,” George finally groaned. “Let’s get to the fun stuff.”
Fred looked at his twin with an evil smirk and nodded. “Get on the bed with you, then, pet.”
Harry glanced up at his two employers and nodded before making his way to the large bed in the corner of the small one room flat. One bed, the though came to him. One bed for two men. Did that mean…?
Harry shook that thought away. It didn’t really matter as long as they fucked him good and hard. And so far, they showed a lot of promise for making it hurt good for him. Harry scrambled onto the bed as best he could without the use of his arms to balance himself. He almost fell back once, but Fred was there to steady him.
Once kneeling on the bed with his arms still bound and his cock soaking the lace knickers in anticipation, Harry turned to look at the twins. They were standing together, watching him as they kissed deeply and divested each other of their clothes. It was a rather taboo and hot display. Harry so wanted to touch himself, to stroke his own cock at the sight, but could do nothing more than groan with need.
Once naked, Harry could appreciate the difference between these two gods and their snotty little brother. Where Ron was blessed with height that these two would never achieve, they had filled out in ways that Ron never would. They were all sleek, compact muscles that rippled with every movement. Their freckled skin was tanned all over and Harry wonder briefly where they were able to go to achieve such a tan. They truly were like Celtic gods, all golden and warm. And Harry couldn’t wait to serve them.
“I think our little pet likes to watch us, brother,” George crooned into his brother’s ear. “I think it makes him hot to see twins kiss. I wonder what it would do to him if we were to fuck right here in front of him? Do you think he might come just from watching?”
“An experiment for another day, George. Tonight, I fully intend on taking everything little Harry has to offer. And he does offer so prettily, doesn’t he?”
“Mmm, yes he does,” George agreed and climbed up on the bed beside Harry. “I think its time we lost these,” George murmured as he ran one finger inside the waist of Harry’s knickers. “I think they’ll get in the way of what we have planned next.”
Harry hadn’t noticed Fred going back to the box, but suddenly he was on the bed as well and pushing Harry forward. Without his arms to break his fall, Harry landed on his face, and he was momentarily grateful for the soft down comforter beneath him. Then George was lifting his hips, pushing his ass high into the air, and ripping away the delicate lace from has body. The tearing pulled uncomfortably at Harry’s cock and balls, and he groaned in delight. This was good.
“I think our little pet needs to get ready for us, what do you think?”
“I think you are correct. What did you have in mind?”
“I think this little beauty will work wonders.”
Harry couldn’t see what they were talking about, despite twisting his head as far as he could to see.
“Ah, ah! No peaking!” George scolded and slapped Harry’s ass hard. Harry could feel the heat of his handprint linger there. “Oh look, Fred! Look how pretty his ass looks with my handprint on it!”
“Nice and red on his smooth creamy flesh. I think I like the look.” Fred agreed. “But first we need to get him prepared, remember? Then we can decorate his ass all you like, right?”
Harry was sure that George was pouting, but again, he couldn’t see. It wasn’t long before he could feel one of the twins preparing his ass with lubrication. Harry was almost disappointed. Was that it? Were they just going to tie him up and fuck him? He had expected a little more from the creative geniuses who had come up with ‘the most innovative pranks in a century’ according to the Daily Prophet review.
But no. They had stopped quickly, only using enough lube to ease the way for what was to come next. They hadn’t really stretched him at all. Suddenly, Harry felt the pressure of something large and hard at his entrance. It wasn’t a cock; it was too hard and too cool for that. A plug of some sort? Harry didn’t really care at that moment, because just then, the twins shoved it hard and broke through the rings of Harry’s anus. The object was big; it was filling him so completely that Harry thought he would pass out. It was long and thick and completely unforgiving. It burned and Harry loved it.
“Oh god! Oh fuck yeah!” Harry cried out in complete ecstasy.
“You like that, pet?” Fred crooned into Harry’s ear. “That’s a very special dildo. It’s charmed to fuck you for as long as I want it to. And as it does, it will keep getting larger and larger, stretching your tight little hole until its as big as I want it to be. It hurts right now, doesn’t it? And it’s going to keep on hurting as long as its in there.”
Harry could only gasp out a moan of pleasure. The dildo had begun to move while Fred was talking, and was now thrusting in and out of him in short painful jabs that hit his prostate on every stroke. Harry was sure he wouldn’t last very long with this ingenious device working his ass so thoroughly.
“Now, to make sure you don’t come until we decide,” George said, as if he was reading Harry’s mind. It was more likely he was reading Harry’s body as his balls had already begun to tighten and draw up in preparation for his climax. George pulled roughly at his balls, effectively halting Harry’s orgasm, then pushed Harry over onto his side and then his back. This was painful for Harry’s shoulders, with his arms under him, but it wasn’t long before Fred and George were pulling him up onto his knees again.
“Spread your knees, pet,” Fred ordered. When Harry’s knees were as far apart as he could get them, Fred began buckling the straps of a spreader bar between his knees. With his legs forcibly spread and his arms bound, Harry was effectively completely immobile. The twins could still move him around into positions, but Harry really could move very little on his own.
George had brought the box over while Fred was locking the spreader into place and now pulled several items out of it. Harry didn’t really recognize anything, but he figured the twins would show him soon enough. He was right.
“These, little pet, are nipple clamps. They hurt going on, they hurt the entire time they are in place, but I promise you that none of that will compare to the pain they will inflict once they come off,” George smiled evilly and began to place the clamps on Harry’s nipples and tighten them.
“This is a cock and ball harness,” Fred said as he held up what looked like a couple of small scraps of leather held together by metal fasteners. “It snaps around the base of your cock and separates your balls. It will keep you from coming until we want you to come.” Fred gently snapped the harness around Harry’s shaft and balls. Harry had never felt anything like it before. It wasn’t exactly painful, but he could feel the pressure that the harness held back and it was uncomfortable.
“And this is my favorite little toy,” George grinned and held up what looked to be a simple narrow metal stick with some sort of decorative flower and gemstone on the end. It was about six inches long and the unadorned end was a bit wider than the rest of the stick. “This is a cock plug.”
Harry got no further explanation, but he didn’t really need it as he watched George with trepidation. He couldn’t really mean to stick that in his pee slit could he? Harry almost used his safe word then, but something held him back. Everything so far had been so wonderfully depraved and the dildo was still hitting his prostate making his head swim in unrelenting pleasure, and Harry really didn’t want this feeling to end. So, he simply watched as George brought the little toy over. The wide blunt end went in first and Harry was sure that his cock was being split in two.
“Oh fuck! Oh gods!”
“Harry,” George paused, the tip of the plug just barely in Harry. “Do you need to use your word?”
Harry had tears streaming down his cheeks and his whole body was trembling with the shock of the plug entering him, but he shook his head and soon George went back to work, slowly easing the plug deeper and deeper. When George finally stopped, the flower was nestled right up against the head of Harry’s cock. If there had been any way at all for him to have come wearing the harness, this plug now prevented it. Harry ached in such a delicious way that he thought he just might pass out. Every thrust from the dildo made his need to come all the more urgent, and every thrust brought home the fact that the twins controlled his pleasure and pain completely.
“Can I decorate his ass now?” George whine to his brother. Fred just chuckled and let George at it. Harry tried to stiffen his body in preparation for the blow, but every time a muscle moved in his body, it caused one or more of the toys to torture him further. If he stiffened his arms, the nipples clamps pulled tight and the lace camisole tickled; if he moved his legs , the harness pinched; if he clenched his ass or his stomach muscles the cock plug shifted ruthlessly inside of him. It was the sweetest torture Harry had ever experienced. And when the first blow fell on his ass, Harry’s entire body stiffened and every toy made itself known in new and excruciating ways.
Fred and George took turns smacking Harry’s ass until it was on fire, the bright red hand prints in stark contrast to the paleness of his flesh and the black lace of his garments. Harry suddenly felt completely and utterly depraved; he WAS the slut people called him. Because he knew deep down that if he physically could have come at that moment, those spanks would have seen him gushing his release like a dirty little slut. And all the while, Harry could do nothing more than moan out incoherent little gasps of non-words.
“Think he’s ready for the fuck of his life?” George finally asked as he and Fred looked over their handiwork. Harry was completely debauched, his body trembling with need, and still the dildo grew and fucked him relentlessly.
“Oh please!” Harry managed to gasp out. “Please fuck me!”
“What are you?” Fred demanded.
“I’m your slut!” Harry cried and realized that there were silent tears falling from his eyes. He was broken and only these two gods could piece him back together again. “I’m your dirty little slut! I need to be fucked!”
“I think he’s ready,” Fred said smugly. With a wave of his wand, the dildo stilled and began to shrink. Harry felt relief and disappointment at the same time when George slipped the toy from his ass and Fred removed the spreader from his legs. Harry couldn’t hold himself up any longer and crumpled to the bed in a heap.
He stayed like that. His face buried in the thick down comforter for long minutes before Fred grasped him by the hair and pulled him up. George was now lying on his back beside Harry, his long hard cock standing proud as the twin stroked lazily.
“Mount him, pet,” Fred commanded and Harry quickly straddled George’s torso, his ass poised directly over that tempting cock. Fred grew impatient with the wait and shoved Harry down roughly on George. The feeling was intense and exquisite. Harry groaned at being taken so roughly. But when he wanted to move, Fred held his hips firmly, surely leaving bruises, and whispered, “Don’t move, pet. I know how much you want to be fucked, and tonight you will be fucked by us both.”
Harry trembled at the implication of those words. Sure he had fantasized about two cocks in him at once, but to have it coming true? Harry was a bit nervous, but still very aroused.
Fred used two fingers to judge whether Harry was stretched enough, and Harry squirmed to feel those fingers invading him alongside of the cock already filling him. It burned a little, but not as much as he would have thought. The dildo had obviously prepared him well. Then the fingers were removed and replaced by the blunt head of Fred’s cock pushing ruthlessly against Harry’s stretched opening. This time the burn was worse, sending darts of pain all the way up his spine. He was so full and so stretched. Nothing had ever compared to this feeling. With two cocks deep inside of him, there was no way that they could miss his prostate, and Harry felt the pressure to come building ever higher.
Fred took control and slowly lifted Harry as he withdrew slightly, and then brutally thrust back in as he pushed Harry down on George’s cock. Their position, and Harry’s weak knees prevented them from becoming too rough, but it was good in its own way. This slow brutal fuck, and soon, Harry was crying out his need, begging to be allowed to come.
George reached up and released first one nipple clamp and then the second while Fred continued to direct the fucking. As the blood rushed back to his nipples, Harry thought he would pass out from the intensity of the sensation. It was as painful as George had predicted, but it was so good. Then George began to remove the cock plug, and Harry felt like his cock was being torn inside out with the removal, and still, Fred kept up the slow hard fuck.
George reached for the harness, but didn’t remove it right away. Instead, he caressed Harry’s cock and balls teasingly. “Beg to come, pet.”
“Oh please,” Harry sobbed, tears flowing freely now. “Please, let me come. Please, let your little pet come!”
With that, George removed the harness with a snap and Harry came in an instant, his come gushing forth in a fountain over George’s torso. He thought he’d never come so hard in his life. And just as the world was fading to black, he felt Fred and George both tense up, their orgasms being milked from them by Harry’s contracting channel. And then there was nothing.
When he came around again, Harry was still splayed inelegantly across George’s wide chest, his come sticky between them. Fred and George’s cocks had slipped from his ass, and Harry felt an emptiness like he’d never known before. He knew in that moment that being with these two could be very addicting. This would certainly be a long and interesting summer.
“You made a mess on poor George, pet,” Fred whispered in Harry’s ear. “I think you should lick him clean. And then I’m going to fuck him while you suck him off. Then, if you are really good, I’ll let you suck my come from his ass. Would you like that, pet?”
Harry just moaned as his cock grew hard once again. Yes, this was going to be a long summer indeed.
TBC in “Part the Fifth: In the Dungeon”
A/N: I’m giving a lot away by giving the name of the next chapter! I think you can all figure out who will be next on our little hit parade of kinkiness! Just be warned, the next chapter will not be for the faint of heart. It is EXTREMELY kinky. I’ll give proper warnings at the start of the next chapter, and if you feel like it’s not something you can handle, please, feel free to skip it. I’d rather lose a reader for one chapter than deal with the flames I’d surely get from some readers.
Title: The Sexual Education of Harry Potter
Chapter Title: Part the Fourth: In the Closet
Characters: Harry Potter
Genres: PWP, Humor, Drama, AU(Alternate Universe), Any, First Time, Smut
Rating: Death Sentence(NC-17
Warnings: Sexual Content, Adult Language, OOC-ness, Chan, Any
Summary: Harry Potter is a shy Slytherin, not the Boy Who Lived, and no one ever takes any notice of the boy...until he begins his education...
Warning: The actual warnings for each chapter will changes as new kinks are added. If you are easily offended, please be cautious!
This is a series of six episodes set in an AU. THe pairings will change; only Harry will remain constant.
***WARNING!!! This chapter contains Cross Dressing and extreme BDSM. If you are squicked by this, please do not read!***
***WARNING!!! This chapter contains Cross Dressing and extreme BDSM. If you are squicked by this, please do not read!***
The Sexual Education of Harry Potter
Part the Fourth: In the Closet
Harry unpacked another box and began to sort the contents and put them away on the shelves of the storage cupboard where he was currently working. The endless supply of gag gifts and prank items, while fun at first, had become a rather boring after three weeks working at Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes. Harry grumbled about dumb jokes, irritating redheads, and a mother that worried too much.
This was entirely his mother’s fault, after all. In comparison to his carefree summer last year, most of which had been spent with his godfathers, this summer was an utter nightmare. Not only was he forced to work like a house elf, but the twin Weasleys thought it great entertainment to try out their new products on him. He’d spent more time with scales, fur, and sporting various shades of the rainbow than he had looking like himself.
Lily Potter was frightened of the war against Voldemort (so much for The Boy Who Lived saving them all…Voldemort was back and scaring everyone); not that she would ever have admitted such a thing to Harry. He was her little boy, after all. He had to be protected from all the dark and dangerous things in this world. Harry gave a little snort at that. He was far from the innocent child she believed him to be. How could he be?
Harry thought back to his time with Remus and Sirius last summer as he continued to unpack the boxes. Sirius had been shocked by Harry’s behavior the night he’d let Moony fuck him. He’d especially been shocked by how experienced his godson seemed to be. Harry had been able to evade most of their prying questions, putting his experience down to schoolboy experimentation. And Sirius had been too weak to keep to his vow that nothing like that would ever happen again. Harry had spent many great nights with his godfathers last summer. And the full moons had been the best.
Now, however, Lily had insisted that Harry needed to ‘get work experience’ before his final year at Hogwarts. He would have to face the real world soon enough and he really had no idea what he wanted to do for a career. It was just a coincidence that his new job kept Harry busy and out of the way, while his mum and godfathers worked for Dumbledore in the war against the Dark Lord.
Harry knew that his family was a part of the Order of the Phoenix. He also knew that the Weasley parents were members as well. That was how he’d ended up working in Fred and George’s shop, after all. Never mind that their brother hated him. Never mind that Ron still went out of his way to make Harry’s life as miserable as possible. He’d been in the shop four times in the last three weeks and every time he’d groped Harry when no one else was looking and had made very rude and suggestive comments. Harry’d had to stop himself from using some of the great hexes Malfoy had been teaching him.
Harry admitted that he’d enjoyed certain aspects of his brief affair with Ron Weasley. The pain had been great. The sex was even better. But Ronald Weasley was an ass. He’d been an ass to Harry before they started fucking and he’d been an ass every time they had been together. He’d even told the school that Harry was a whore. He still had to live with the fall out from that. Harry did not regret hurting Ron in his fifth year. He’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Which made working with his brothers all the more difficult. Fred and George never said anything about Ron or Harry’s past with the boy, but that didn’t mean they didn’t know. They were still in school when Ron had let everything get out. Besides, every now and then, Harry would notice them eyeing him speculatively, as if they were trying to figure him out.
Harry usually just ignored them, but he wondered sometimes what it would be like to have two identical lovers. Sure, he’d been with both Remus and Sirius, but they had been rather squeamish about getting too kinky with him. They thought he was too young. They’d both take him, but it was usually one in his ass and one in his mouth. They hadn’t even liked to chain, let alone trying double penetration. Harry rather thought that the twins would do it, though.
Harry shook off the thought and turned back to his work. He was down to the last box and lifted it up to the table where he was sorting. When he opened this last box, however, he wasn’t really sure what to do with it. This box wasn’t toys. At least not the kind you would sell to children. This box had every kind of kinky toy Harry had ever imagined and quite a few he’d never dreamed of. It also held a variety of clothing that made Harry’s mouth water.
“Like our new line?” Fred asked from behind Harry. Harry hadn’t heard his boss enter and jumped almost a foot off the ground. When he turned around, he saw that George was with him, blocking the doorway and crowding the large storage closet.
“We thought we’d branch out and offer something for adults to enjoy as well,” George said with a gleam in his eyes.
“We haven’t tested any of this out yet,” Fred continued.
“We need to make sure our supplier is giving us quality goods,” George nodded.
Harry knew where they were heading with this conversation. He had tested every new product for them so far this summer, and realized they wanted him to test these as well. Harry looked down at the scrap of lace still in his hand and smiled. He knew that these two would be much more adventurous than any of his past lovers.
“I’ll test them for you,” Harry said with a sexy smile.
Fred and George both grinned in response before taking the box from Harry. “Go ahead and put that on, and meet us up in our flat.”
“We’ll close up shop early tonight.”
Harry nodded and watched the closet door shut behind his two employers and smiled. This was going to be a better summer than he had anticipated.
Ten minutes later, Harry had pulled his robe over his new outfit to make his way up to the twins’ flat. He knew that there would be no one about to see him, but he was still a bit anxious about wandering about in the flimsy lace scraps he currently wore.
Harry knocked tentatively at the door to the twins’ flat and was startled when the door opened almost immediately. Fred stood there looking at Harry like he was a Christmas pudding baked just for him and Harry shivered a bit in response to that look.
“Well, come in then,” Fred leered.
“And make yourself at home,” George put in, looking pointedly at Harry’s robe.
Harry stepped into the room and slowly let the cotton summer robe fall from his shoulders and stood proudly before these two men. He knew he looked good. He had long ago gotten over his insecurities about his height. In fact, he now reveled in the fact that his short stature and delicate frame made most men want to protect him. Most people severely underestimated the small Slytherin to their own disadvantage.
Now, Harry stood proudly before these two identical specimen of male beauty and relished their attention. They were enraptured by Harry and Harry couldn’t blame them. He was beautiful; he knew because he had spent long minutes gazing at his own reflection in a conjured mirror before coming to meet them.
He wore a simple black lace camisole that hugged his body, showing tantalizing glimpses of his pale flesh. The matching lace knickers were taut around his half-erect cock and snug against his balls in a way that made Harry think of a lover’s caress. His legs were spelled hairless and covered in silk black stockings that made Harry feel so dainty and helpless. He could get used to this feeling. And it seemed that the twins could get used to seeing him this way.
Fred was the first to move, pulling Harry roughly into an embrace and devouring his mouth in a breath-stealing kiss that Harry could feel all the way to his toes. Then he felt George step up behind him, pressing his long body against Harry, letting the younger boy feel the evidence of his arousal against his lower back. George nibbled and sucked on Harry’s neck and shoulders as he impatiently awaited his turn at Harry’s mouth.
“We heard that you like it a little rough,” George whispered in Harry’s ear, sending shivers of delight up and down his spine. “Is that true?”
Harry took a moment to reply, as Fred was still occupying the orifice he needed to communicate. “Yes! Please…make me feel!”
“Oh, I have no doubt you’ll feel what we have planned for you, little Harry,” Fred drawled. “In fact, I’d be willing to bet that you’ll feel it for days.”
Harry moaned in response. Of course it could also have had something to do with the fact that George was at that same moment pinching his nipples and bringing them to hard points. He was so enraptured by this treatment that he hardly noticed when Fred stepped away from them and went for the box of toys they had brought up from the storage closet. When he returned, he was holding a strange looking length of black leather.
“This is used to bind your arms. I’m going to slip it on like the sleeve of a shirt, but it will go over both of your arms at once, and then I will tighten the straps to bind your arms together,” Fred explained as he allowed Harry to see exactly what was going to be done to him. George took Harry’s silence as compliance and pulled Harry’s arms roughly behind him, forcing them together, crossed, wrist to elbow. Then Fred slipped the leather sleeve over one arm, then slid the second in from the oposite end, and began tightening the straps one by one. It was not the most comfortable thing in the world, but Harry loved the way it made him feel even more vulnerable to the attentions of these two men.
“Okay, Harry?” George asked, and Harry smiled at the concern in his voice. Ron would never have asked how he was.
“Yeah,” Harry said. “I’m good.”
“Okay, then,” Fred nodded. “We need to give you a safe word. If at any time you feel like we have gone too far, use the word and we will stop what we are doing. The object is not to torture you, but to give all of us pleasure, right?”
Harry nodded, but wasn’t sure he agreed. He’d been with Remus and Sirius, and they had always tried to make things good for him, unlike Ron, but they had been too careful. He wasn’t looking for another fuck like that.
“Okay, your safe word will be ‘Canary’. Say it Harry,” Fred instructed.
“Canary.”
George, in the meantime was having trouble keeping his hands off of the tempting little Slytherin dressed up and bound like a slut. He began stroking Harry’s arms above the tight binding sleeve causing ripples of goose bumps to shimmy up and down Harry’s arms. Then he followed the same path with his lips and teeth, pausing to nibble at various points and stopping altogether when he reached the juncture where shoulder and neck meet. Harry was sure he was going to have a mark there come morning with the way that George was biting and sucking.
“Enough talk,” George finally groaned. “Let’s get to the fun stuff.”
Fred looked at his twin with an evil smirk and nodded. “Get on the bed with you, then, pet.”
Harry glanced up at his two employers and nodded before making his way to the large bed in the corner of the small one room flat. One bed, the though came to him. One bed for two men. Did that mean…?
Harry shook that thought away. It didn’t really matter as long as they fucked him good and hard. And so far, they showed a lot of promise for making it hurt good for him. Harry scrambled onto the bed as best he could without the use of his arms to balance himself. He almost fell back once, but Fred was there to steady him.
Once kneeling on the bed with his arms still bound and his cock soaking the lace knickers in anticipation, Harry turned to look at the twins. They were standing together, watching him as they kissed deeply and divested each other of their clothes. It was a rather taboo and hot display. Harry so wanted to touch himself, to stroke his own cock at the sight, but could do nothing more than groan with need.
Once naked, Harry could appreciate the difference between these two gods and their snotty little brother. Where Ron was blessed with height that these two would never achieve, they had filled out in ways that Ron never would. They were all sleek, compact muscles that rippled with every movement. Their freckled skin was tanned all over and Harry wonder briefly where they were able to go to achieve such a tan. They truly were like Celtic gods, all golden and warm. And Harry couldn’t wait to serve them.
“I think our little pet likes to watch us, brother,” George crooned into his brother’s ear. “I think it makes him hot to see twins kiss. I wonder what it would do to him if we were to fuck right here in front of him? Do you think he might come just from watching?”
“An experiment for another day, George. Tonight, I fully intend on taking everything little Harry has to offer. And he does offer so prettily, doesn’t he?”
“Mmm, yes he does,” George agreed and climbed up on the bed beside Harry. “I think its time we lost these,” George murmured as he ran one finger inside the waist of Harry’s knickers. “I think they’ll get in the way of what we have planned next.”
Harry hadn’t noticed Fred going back to the box, but suddenly he was on the bed as well and pushing Harry forward. Without his arms to break his fall, Harry landed on his face, and he was momentarily grateful for the soft down comforter beneath him. Then George was lifting his hips, pushing his ass high into the air, and ripping away the delicate lace from has body. The tearing pulled uncomfortably at Harry’s cock and balls, and he groaned in delight. This was good.
“I think our little pet needs to get ready for us, what do you think?”
“I think you are correct. What did you have in mind?”
“I think this little beauty will work wonders.”
Harry couldn’t see what they were talking about, despite twisting his head as far as he could to see.
“Ah, ah! No peaking!” George scolded and slapped Harry’s ass hard. Harry could feel the heat of his handprint linger there. “Oh look, Fred! Look how pretty his ass looks with my handprint on it!”
“Nice and red on his smooth creamy flesh. I think I like the look.” Fred agreed. “But first we need to get him prepared, remember? Then we can decorate his ass all you like, right?”
Harry was sure that George was pouting, but again, he couldn’t see. It wasn’t long before he could feel one of the twins preparing his ass with lubrication. Harry was almost disappointed. Was that it? Were they just going to tie him up and fuck him? He had expected a little more from the creative geniuses who had come up with ‘the most innovative pranks in a century’ according to the Daily Prophet review.
But no. They had stopped quickly, only using enough lube to ease the way for what was to come next. They hadn’t really stretched him at all. Suddenly, Harry felt the pressure of something large and hard at his entrance. It wasn’t a cock; it was too hard and too cool for that. A plug of some sort? Harry didn’t really care at that moment, because just then, the twins shoved it hard and broke through the rings of Harry’s anus. The object was big; it was filling him so completely that Harry thought he would pass out. It was long and thick and completely unforgiving. It burned and Harry loved it.
“Oh god! Oh fuck yeah!” Harry cried out in complete ecstasy.
“You like that, pet?” Fred crooned into Harry’s ear. “That’s a very special dildo. It’s charmed to fuck you for as long as I want it to. And as it does, it will keep getting larger and larger, stretching your tight little hole until its as big as I want it to be. It hurts right now, doesn’t it? And it’s going to keep on hurting as long as its in there.”
Harry could only gasp out a moan of pleasure. The dildo had begun to move while Fred was talking, and was now thrusting in and out of him in short painful jabs that hit his prostate on every stroke. Harry was sure he wouldn’t last very long with this ingenious device working his ass so thoroughly.
“Now, to make sure you don’t come until we decide,” George said, as if he was reading Harry’s mind. It was more likely he was reading Harry’s body as his balls had already begun to tighten and draw up in preparation for his climax. George pulled roughly at his balls, effectively halting Harry’s orgasm, then pushed Harry over onto his side and then his back. This was painful for Harry’s shoulders, with his arms under him, but it wasn’t long before Fred and George were pulling him up onto his knees again.
“Spread your knees, pet,” Fred ordered. When Harry’s knees were as far apart as he could get them, Fred began buckling the straps of a spreader bar between his knees. With his legs forcibly spread and his arms bound, Harry was effectively completely immobile. The twins could still move him around into positions, but Harry really could move very little on his own.
George had brought the box over while Fred was locking the spreader into place and now pulled several items out of it. Harry didn’t really recognize anything, but he figured the twins would show him soon enough. He was right.
“These, little pet, are nipple clamps. They hurt going on, they hurt the entire time they are in place, but I promise you that none of that will compare to the pain they will inflict once they come off,” George smiled evilly and began to place the clamps on Harry’s nipples and tighten them.
“This is a cock and ball harness,” Fred said as he held up what looked like a couple of small scraps of leather held together by metal fasteners. “It snaps around the base of your cock and separates your balls. It will keep you from coming until we want you to come.” Fred gently snapped the harness around Harry’s shaft and balls. Harry had never felt anything like it before. It wasn’t exactly painful, but he could feel the pressure that the harness held back and it was uncomfortable.
“And this is my favorite little toy,” George grinned and held up what looked to be a simple narrow metal stick with some sort of decorative flower and gemstone on the end. It was about six inches long and the unadorned end was a bit wider than the rest of the stick. “This is a cock plug.”
Harry got no further explanation, but he didn’t really need it as he watched George with trepidation. He couldn’t really mean to stick that in his pee slit could he? Harry almost used his safe word then, but something held him back. Everything so far had been so wonderfully depraved and the dildo was still hitting his prostate making his head swim in unrelenting pleasure, and Harry really didn’t want this feeling to end. So, he simply watched as George brought the little toy over. The wide blunt end went in first and Harry was sure that his cock was being split in two.
“Oh fuck! Oh gods!”
“Harry,” George paused, the tip of the plug just barely in Harry. “Do you need to use your word?”
Harry had tears streaming down his cheeks and his whole body was trembling with the shock of the plug entering him, but he shook his head and soon George went back to work, slowly easing the plug deeper and deeper. When George finally stopped, the flower was nestled right up against the head of Harry’s cock. If there had been any way at all for him to have come wearing the harness, this plug now prevented it. Harry ached in such a delicious way that he thought he just might pass out. Every thrust from the dildo made his need to come all the more urgent, and every thrust brought home the fact that the twins controlled his pleasure and pain completely.
“Can I decorate his ass now?” George whine to his brother. Fred just chuckled and let George at it. Harry tried to stiffen his body in preparation for the blow, but every time a muscle moved in his body, it caused one or more of the toys to torture him further. If he stiffened his arms, the nipples clamps pulled tight and the lace camisole tickled; if he moved his legs , the harness pinched; if he clenched his ass or his stomach muscles the cock plug shifted ruthlessly inside of him. It was the sweetest torture Harry had ever experienced. And when the first blow fell on his ass, Harry’s entire body stiffened and every toy made itself known in new and excruciating ways.
Fred and George took turns smacking Harry’s ass until it was on fire, the bright red hand prints in stark contrast to the paleness of his flesh and the black lace of his garments. Harry suddenly felt completely and utterly depraved; he WAS the slut people called him. Because he knew deep down that if he physically could have come at that moment, those spanks would have seen him gushing his release like a dirty little slut. And all the while, Harry could do nothing more than moan out incoherent little gasps of non-words.
“Think he’s ready for the fuck of his life?” George finally asked as he and Fred looked over their handiwork. Harry was completely debauched, his body trembling with need, and still the dildo grew and fucked him relentlessly.
“Oh please!” Harry managed to gasp out. “Please fuck me!”
“What are you?” Fred demanded.
“I’m your slut!” Harry cried and realized that there were silent tears falling from his eyes. He was broken and only these two gods could piece him back together again. “I’m your dirty little slut! I need to be fucked!”
“I think he’s ready,” Fred said smugly. With a wave of his wand, the dildo stilled and began to shrink. Harry felt relief and disappointment at the same time when George slipped the toy from his ass and Fred removed the spreader from his legs. Harry couldn’t hold himself up any longer and crumpled to the bed in a heap.
He stayed like that. His face buried in the thick down comforter for long minutes before Fred grasped him by the hair and pulled him up. George was now lying on his back beside Harry, his long hard cock standing proud as the twin stroked lazily.
“Mount him, pet,” Fred commanded and Harry quickly straddled George’s torso, his ass poised directly over that tempting cock. Fred grew impatient with the wait and shoved Harry down roughly on George. The feeling was intense and exquisite. Harry groaned at being taken so roughly. But when he wanted to move, Fred held his hips firmly, surely leaving bruises, and whispered, “Don’t move, pet. I know how much you want to be fucked, and tonight you will be fucked by us both.”
Harry trembled at the implication of those words. Sure he had fantasized about two cocks in him at once, but to have it coming true? Harry was a bit nervous, but still very aroused.
Fred used two fingers to judge whether Harry was stretched enough, and Harry squirmed to feel those fingers invading him alongside of the cock already filling him. It burned a little, but not as much as he would have thought. The dildo had obviously prepared him well. Then the fingers were removed and replaced by the blunt head of Fred’s cock pushing ruthlessly against Harry’s stretched opening. This time the burn was worse, sending darts of pain all the way up his spine. He was so full and so stretched. Nothing had ever compared to this feeling. With two cocks deep inside of him, there was no way that they could miss his prostate, and Harry felt the pressure to come building ever higher.
Fred took control and slowly lifted Harry as he withdrew slightly, and then brutally thrust back in as he pushed Harry down on George’s cock. Their position, and Harry’s weak knees prevented them from becoming too rough, but it was good in its own way. This slow brutal fuck, and soon, Harry was crying out his need, begging to be allowed to come.
George reached up and released first one nipple clamp and then the second while Fred continued to direct the fucking. As the blood rushed back to his nipples, Harry thought he would pass out from the intensity of the sensation. It was as painful as George had predicted, but it was so good. Then George began to remove the cock plug, and Harry felt like his cock was being torn inside out with the removal, and still, Fred kept up the slow hard fuck.
George reached for the harness, but didn’t remove it right away. Instead, he caressed Harry’s cock and balls teasingly. “Beg to come, pet.”
“Oh please,” Harry sobbed, tears flowing freely now. “Please, let me come. Please, let your little pet come!”
With that, George removed the harness with a snap and Harry came in an instant, his come gushing forth in a fountain over George’s torso. He thought he’d never come so hard in his life. And just as the world was fading to black, he felt Fred and George both tense up, their orgasms being milked from them by Harry’s contracting channel. And then there was nothing.
When he came around again, Harry was still splayed inelegantly across George’s wide chest, his come sticky between them. Fred and George’s cocks had slipped from his ass, and Harry felt an emptiness like he’d never known before. He knew in that moment that being with these two could be very addicting. This would certainly be a long and interesting summer.
“You made a mess on poor George, pet,” Fred whispered in Harry’s ear. “I think you should lick him clean. And then I’m going to fuck him while you suck him off. Then, if you are really good, I’ll let you suck my come from his ass. Would you like that, pet?”
Harry just moaned as his cock grew hard once again. Yes, this was going to be a long summer indeed.
TBC in “Part the Fifth: In the Dungeon”
A/N: I’m giving a lot away by giving the name of the next chapter! I think you can all figure out who will be next on our little hit parade of kinkiness! Just be warned, the next chapter will not be for the faint of heart. It is EXTREMELY kinky. I’ll give proper warnings at the start of the next chapter, and if you feel like it’s not something you can handle, please, feel free to skip it. I’d rather lose a reader for one chapter than deal with the flames I’d surely get from some readers.