Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my own creativity. All characters belong to their respective owners/creators.
Warnings: M/M, bondage, non-con
Harry Potter was enjoying his shower. Not only had it been a long training session, the first one of the season and the first time that the new team had played all together, Harry was also sure that he had seen some Slytherins spying on the Gryffindor team, which always put him on edge. Harry had had to stay behind, packing up the Quaffle, Bludgers and Golden Snitch, while the others had rushed off to shower. He had shooed Ron back to the castle as he entered the locker rooms, telling him that there was no point for Ron to wait as he showered. Harry wanted to take his time scrubbing off the dirt that seemed to be caked onto his skin, his hair and under his nails.
The hot water running down Harry's body felt good, washing away all of the stress and worry he had been holding on to. Harry finally relaxed. Unconsciously, Harry's hand wandered down his soap-covered body, until it reached his groin. He slowly began to rub himself, his hand sliding up and down his penis, slick from the soap. Harry's other hand reached down between his legs fondling his balls.
The noise of the door to the locker room slamming startled Harry back into attention, reminding him that he had to get back to the castle. He quickly finished cleaning himself and stepped out of the showers in the Quidditch locker rooms, wrapping a towel around his waist. As he walked back to where he had left his clothes, whistling a Muggle tune, Harry saw a big shape standing in the shadows. He stopped.
"Who's there?" Harry asked, his voice sounding loud in the empty room.
The figure stepped forwards into the light. Harry saw that it was Cormac McLaggen, a seventh year boy who tried out for Keeper, but lost to Ron. He had blocked the hoops from the first four Quaffles, but failed to block the last. Ron, on the other hand, had blocked all five. Harry was happy that Ron had gotten the position instead of Cormac. While Harry didn't know him well, he could see that Cormac was arrogant and probably wouldn't work well on the team.
"What do you want?" Harry asked, relieved that it was only Cormac.
"I want my rightful position on the Quidditch team", Cormac said forcefully.
"I'm sorry", Harry said, apologetically. "You only blocked four Quaffles. Ron beat you, so he's the Keeper." Harry didn't like the older boy, but he could see that Cormac would be frustrated and annoyed for not becoming Keeper.
"You and me both know that's not what happened", Cormac replied, taking a step forward. "I was Confunded!"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Harry said, defensively. He hoped his face didn't betray his guilt. He hadn't performed the Confundus Charm; it had been Hermione. But he found out not long later, and was now complicit.
"Don't try and deny it." Cormac took another step forwards. "I know you must have something to do with it."
"That makes no sense!" Harry retorted. "Why would I sabotage you?"
"It's obvious, isn't it?" Cormac said mockingly. "You wanted your own friend on the team." Cormac was now towering over Harry.
"If you think that I Confunded you, which I didn't, why haven't you gone to Professor McGonagall?" Harry knew this was a risk, that Cormac would run off to do just that, but Harry knew that Cormac had no proof, only suspicions.
Cormac growled deep in his throat. It was a guttural sound. Harry took an involuntary step backwards. His back hit the wall behind him. He was trapped. There was nowhere for him to go.
"I didn't go to McGonagall," Cormac explained, barely able to conceal the anger in his voice, "because I knew that she wouldn't believe me over the precious 'Boy-Who-Lived'. And also," he added as if as an afterthought, "I knew that I could get much more from you if I came to talk to you myself." Cormac leaned down, placing a hand on either side of the wall beside Harry.
"If you don't submit to me—" Cormac began. But Harry cut him off.
"Don't try and threaten me!" he yelled, perhaps a bit too shrilly. Anger was coursing through his veins. "You lost. Fair and square. If you have any issues, you need to bring it up with the Head of House." Harry managed to get himself under control before he continued. "I have already made my decision."
"If you don't do what I say, I will make sure that you're dear friend, the one who you've worked so hard to put on the team, will be unable to play." Cormac leaned down, putting himself face to face with Harry. "And then you'll have to take me on."
Harry gulped. He didn't want Ron to get hurt. But he couldn't give in to this bully. That would be as if he was admitting his – and Hermione's – guilt in the whole affair. He shook his head.
Cormac leaned closer, his face inched from Harry's.
"I'll wait until he's alone," Cormac whispered, his voice clear in the silent room. "He'll go for a walk, or take a shower, or go to the toilet, or just go out of your sight, and then we'll have a little ... chat. First, I'll divest him of his clothes. And then I'll push him down onto the ground—"
Harry interrupted Cormac again, pushing him hard in the chest. Cormac was solidly built. Although he boasted about, well, everything, it was clear that he worked out. Cormac barely moved.
"Don't you dare—" Harry began. One of Cormac's hands snaked out, as if from nowhere, and covered Harry's mouth, stifling what he was going to say.
"Then I'll open him up, slowly," Cormac continued, as if he hadn't been interrupted. "Maybe I'll use my fingers. Or maybe I'll just go in raw, though his screams will be heard throughout the castle."
Harry had had enough. He bit down hard on Cormac's hand. Cormac swore and pulled away, just as Harry expected. Harry ran towards his belongings. There, on top of the pile of his clothes lay his wand. Harry was grateful that Cormac hadn't though ahead enough to take it away. He picked up his wand, and swung around. Cormac was already heading in Harry's direction, a snarl ripping from his throat.
"Incarcerous!" yelled Harry.
Immediately, ropes sprang out of his wand and bound Cormac head to toe. Cormac stumbled, and fell onto the ground. He lay there, struggling against the bonds that tied him, swearing at Harry.
Harry could feel anger pulsing through his body. He wanted to teach Cormac a lesson, let him know that he could not threaten his friends, anyone, in such a way. Harry leaned down, catching Cormac's eyes with his. Cormac continued to struggle, trying to get rid of the ropes around him. His wand lay a few meters away, where he had dropped it. Cormac's eyes flitted between Harry's face and his wand.
"I'm going to give you a taste of your own medicine", Harry said, fighting to keep his voice steady. Cormac's barrage of swear words faltered. For a split second, Harry saw a flicker of fear in Cormac's eyes, but it soon vanished. Cormac obviously didn't believe Harry's threat. Harry raised his wand steadily. His anger had given way to a serene calm.
"Levicorpus!" he said. Cormac began to float into the air.
"Put me down!" Cormac shouted. He was getting annoyed and scared now.
Harry pointed his wand at Cormac. Cormac looked down it. Harry waved it. A bolt of blue light hit Cormac on the chest. Harry smiled to himself. Nonverbal spells were so useful when he wanted to be a bit secretive. Cormac looked around, puzzled, as the blue light spread around his body, jumping around like lightning. It's affect wasn't obvious at first. Then Cormac noticed that his clothes began to fall apart. This was a handy spell that Harry had stumbled upon while doing research for a Transfiguration essay on how to move heavy weights. The tatters of what remained of Cormac's clothes slipped onto the floor. He was now left only in his underwear, which hadn't been effected by the spell. Harry could see that his previous evaluation of Cormac's physique was correct. Cormac had well defined abs, and barely any fat on him. In fact, Harry thought that Cormac was all muscle. He was a bit envious of the older boy's build. Cormac had a light smattering of blond curls on his chest, and snail trail leading down into Cormac's boxers. Harry's eyes travelled up to Cormac's face. Cormac was looking at him with his mouth wide open in disbelief.
"Neat spell, don't you think?" Harry commented. When Cormac didn't reply, Harry continued. "Don't worry. Your clothes will reform themselves."
Sure enough, Cormac's clothes were piled on the floor, crumpled but whole.
"What are you going to do with me?" Cormac asked, a note of worry in his voice.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson", Harry replied. "You need to learn respect for other people and their decisions." Harry's blood boiled when he recalled Cormac's earlier threats.
Harry approached Cormac. The older boy trembled as Harry approached him and sat on the bench next to where he was floating.
"We don't want to be disturbed", Harry murmured, muttering the Muffliato Charm under his breathe. He turned back to Cormac. "As I said earlier, I'm going to do to you exactly what you threatened to do to Ron. That should teach you a lesson."
Harry looked down Cormac's body. Cormac was wearing boxer shorts in the Gryffindor colours, red and gold. Harry raised his eyebrows as he noticed something odd at Cormac's crotch.
"Well, well, well", Harry mocked. "Is that your wand in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" He cupped Cormac's growing erection through his boxers with one hand as Cormac's face turned beet red. "I see that yours weren't idle threats", Harry continued. "At the very least, you'll enjoy the next part."
Harry undid the button in Cormac's boxers, and his penis stood up to attention. It was 9 inches long, thick and curved to the left. Cormac squirmed at being exposed like this, but there was nothing he could do. Harry reached a hand down and grabbed Cormac's penis gently and began to stroke it up and down.
Whatever complaints Cormac had had before evaporated as soon as Harry's hand touched him. They were replaced by sigh and moans, growing in intensity. Harry was happy he had muffled the sound in the room. Cormac was not going to be quiet.
After a few minutes, the sounds escaping for Cormac's mouth rose in pitch and volume; he was close to cumming. Harry stopped stroking Cormac's penis, ignoring the pleas to let him cum. He brought Cormac to the edge a number of times, leaving the older boy a quivering mess.
Harry then removed Cormac's boxers with a wave of his wand, leaving him naked in the process. He reached down and fondled Cormac's tight, muscular arse. He wet a finger, and slowly, slowly inserted it into Cormac's hole. He was tight. In spite of his threats, Cormac had obviously never been at the receiving end before. Soon, Cormac began to relax, getting used to the digit inside him. Taking advantage of the sudden looseness, Harry inserted a second finger. Cormac howled at the intrusion, but there was nothing he could do.
Eventually, Harry got bored, and wanted some better action. He stood up, and loosened his towel. Cormac gibbered beside him. The towel fell to the ground releasing Harry's penis. At a sizeable 7 inches long, it was above average, though didn't compare to Cormac's. Harry walked over to Cormac's head and stood in front of him, his penis sticking straight up over Cormac's face.
"Suck it", Harry ordered Cormac.
By now, Cormac had regained some control. "Never!" He countered, defiantly.
Harry looked down at the tied boy. As if he thought he had any power here.
"If you don't", Harry replied calmly, "then this thing will go straight into you without lubricant. You were lucky that I took pity on you and opened you up with my fingers first." Cormac still looked defiant. "And if you don't", Harry continued, "I won't let you cum."
Cormac thought about it for a minute, and finally gave in, and nodded. His body was yelling at him for release. Sullenly, he poked his tongue up and ran it along the underside of Harry's penis. Harry felt a shudder of pleasure run through him. He manoeuvred Cormac so that he could have easy access to suck the penis in his face. With one more pleadig look, Cormac took Harry into his mouth.
Cormac's mouth felt warm and moist. It was so unlike anything Harry had ever felt before. Cormac's tongue slid over the head of the penis as Harry pulled out a bit, but relented as Harry slowly pushed his penis back into Cormac's mouth. Harry's penis went in and out, in and out. Harry's low moans and the slurping sound that Cormac made broke silence in the otherwise silent room. Harry saw his penis being swallowed whole and felt a rush of pleasure.
Soon, Harry was ready for the main game. He pulled out of Cormac's mouth, ignoring Cormac's sigh of relief, and lined himself up with Cormac's entrance. Slowly, but surely, amid shouts of pleasure from Cormac, Harry pushed himself into the older boy. He paused when inside, feeling the tightness of Cormac's arse around him. Cormac pushed back on Harry, begging him to move. Harry pulled his penis out nearly all of the way, and thrust it back in. Before long, the slap of Harry's body against Cormac as he thrust in, and Cormac's yells of pleasure echoed round the locker room.
After some time, Harry was close to cumming he pulled out, and straddled Cormac. Cormac looked up and him in surprise.
"I did promise that I'd let you cum", Harry reminded him.
Harry held his and Cormac's penises together and began to jerk them off. The friction caused by the two sensitive organs rubbing against each other, and the fact that both Harry and Cormac had been stimulated for over half an hour now, meant that within and minute Harry and Cormac were both cumming, their seed mingling on the curls of hair on Cormac's chest. Harry saw that some even reached as far as Cormac's face, which had glazed look.
Harry dipped a finger into the cum on Cormac's chest and picked up a glob of it. Slowly, Harry reached up and placed his finger in Cormac's slightly open mouth. Cormac was so out of it, he just reflexively sucked on Harry's finger.
Harry cleaned himself up, got changed and undid the spells on the room.
"Can you let me go now?" Cormac asked, as Harry turned to leave. Harry waved his wand. Nothing seemed to happen. Cormac looked puzzled and opened his mouth to speak.
"Those ropes should disappear in around five minutes", Harry explained. "I hope you've learnt your lesson." He winked at Cormac, turned, and strode back towards the castle, leaving a bemused and still tied Cormac in his wake.