"Sir" The twins said into the potion before slipping it into a warm mug of butterbeer.

Unsuspecting Harry sipped a tall mug of butterbeer as Fred and George stared at him. Finished with the warm beverage; Harry set the mug on the dingy table top.

"Thanks Fred, George." Harry stated as the warmth and color returned to his body, for it being late into the summer a slight chill was present in the alley.

"No problem mate." the twins said in their harmonious fashion.

"We best be getting back to Mom and Dad," George said looking at the ticking clock that sat on the dust-caked mantel counting away the seconds until the next minute, "It's nearing 3 o'clock."

The three boys gathered their bags and left the small café they had been occupying for the past half hour. The group walked through the alley, stumbling through the hoards of giggling school girls and more composed elderly witches and wizards. Looking at Fred for a moment George nodded; pulling Harry into a poorly lit side alley the smelled of spoiled cabbage. Bending in close to the youngest boy's ear George whispered, "Sir."

Harry's body went tight momentarily before his knees buckled and his full weight hurried to the ground. Luckily enough for Harry and the Twins, Fred stuck his arms out just in time to catch Harry's upper torso. Supporting the lesser weight of the younger boy was easy for the Quidditch Beater's muscular arms. George stood in front of Harry as his body convulsed spastically. Noticeable was the bulge that had sprung into life and the puddle of what was semen that had managed to seep through the black fabric that denied the tender prick beneath air.

Harry's voice cracked as a moan escaped his slightly parted mouth. His eyes shown only their whites in place of the emerald green orbs that usually occupied the space.

The twin's eyes met; the presence of magical electricity crackling between them. Fred and George knew then that they were going to have some fun later on that night. If only I'd asked how long the potion would last, Fred thought to himself as Harry's body went still and the youth stood on his own two feet.

"What -How -Did you do that?" Harry asked, his voice hissing in a barely audible whimper.

The identical faces bore the same expression, a devilish grin so massive that it appeared their faces were going to split in two.

"Just wait until we get home." the twinky-twins replied ominously and simultaneously.

George added a moment later, "Oh, and don't tell anyone about this. If you do, we'll say the word so much that your precious little prick and little nuts will shrivel up, fall off, and die. -We'll drain you completely."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, his voice back to its normal but still quiet tone.

"Payback." Fred and George replied in sync.

I'll play along, and then, when they're finished with me, I'm going to chop their dicks of with a stick. Harry thought to himself as a bemused smile poised on his tightly drawn pink lips.

"One thing you should remember we we say the word will it work; unless we allow, no climax for you."

The twin's words echoed in Harry's head. Remembering the feeling of the climax just moments prior. How his body had gone rigid, the brief moment of pain that was unlike any other he had ever felt. Followed by the sudden relaxation as he cruised towards the ground.

Fred looked at Harry, the gears and cogs visible in Harry's head as he processed what was being said.

Leaning in close to Harry's left ear Fred whispered, "The sudden relaxation after the body has contracted tightly, feeling the strain of every muscle in your body as ligaments tear and teeth snap. Imagine that sweet agony parlayed for a long time, muscles aching, heart thrashing about in your chest; and just when you think you cannot handle it any more, it continues. Your hand desperately stroking at your already battered prick, the friction unbearable. A few more strokes, you lie to yourself, a few more and the end. Oh, but, you, are, wrong. The agony drags on as you try even harder to get off, spill your seed. Finally, out of pure enjoyment, and sympathy I say. . ."

Backing away, sneering sadistically at the younger boy. Fred laughed, looking down at Harry's crotch, seeing the young boy's tool standing at full attention.

"Beggin' already I see." Fred stated with a chill in his voice.


I have replaced chapter 5, because, as one of you (readers) told me it was boring. I made minor tweaks so hopefully that chapter is of better quality. If not, I can at least say I tried to please you. Here is chapter 6, things get a little bit more erotic, chapter seven (which I'll probably have written today) should be ready for you ladies and gents by the end of this week, being it is Monday. Honestly, thank you for being faithful and loyal and demanding the best I can offer. Until later, Au revoir, ~Roger