(a/n: Be warned, this one goes everywhere. Also, I used parts of HanneloreWinchester's story for the second part, so this chapter is influenced by that story. Enjoy, if you only like M/F, maybe skip this one.)

Year 6: The Slug Club 1

Though Harry had no interest in being there, Dumbledore had given him his orders. Harry Potter was to get to know Horace Slughorn. The round old man had something the headmaster needed, and Harry knew the stakes were too high to deny him anything.

But of course, with Harry being Harry… he was late.

He was focused on tracking Draco Malfoy, a task Harry thought far more important than giving his time and attention to Professor Slughorn. So after keeping his eyes on his Slytherin rival, Harry found himself twenty minutes late for the tea time that Slughorn had called for.

As he shifted through the hallways, Harry thought about how disinterested he was in the entire idea of the Slug Club. It was stuffy, it was pretentious and it was vain. Slughorn had been nice enough to Harry so far, but the idea of an entire tea time as the old Potions Master went on about all of the famous witches and wizards he knew was too great a pill for Harry to swallow. Worse than that, the club was littered with some friends, but mostly with people that Harry had no interest in giving his night up for. Ginny and Hermione were welcome, but having to listen to Blaise Zambini and McLaggen for hours on end made Harry sick. For as pretty and kind as Melinda Bobbin was, Harry got a deep knot in his stomach when the younger Carrow sisters looked at him. Their goth-like faces scared Harry and made him realize that the two girls were just Death-Eaters waiting to happen. Still, Harry was a good soldier. It was just a spot of tea, then he could be off. He could hang out with Ron, get his homework done… and try not to think about how sexy Ginny Weasly now looked in her Quiddich outfit. The red haired girl had become the hottest girl in school… She was haunting Harry's dreams now.

Harry looked to the door of Professor Slughorn's study. He thought about Ginny one last time, tried to fix his hair, and prepared to enter the humdrum that was to come.

But as he entered the large study, filled with the trophies and photos that defined Horace Slughorn's life… Harry saw a nearly empty table. Only one man sat there. Horace Slughorn was stuffing down cakes, looking happier than any man Harry had ever seen.

"Ah… Harry, my boy." Slughorn chirped from his seat, "Better late than never I suppose… oh my, yes… quite exquisite… Come, you've never had tea quite like mine."

Harry looked around. The study was larger than any office he had ever seen in the castle. A perk offered to Horace from Dumbledore, no doubt. The large table was elevated from where Harry was. He was looking up at Horace Slughorn. The older man was from a different time. All the old Potions Master cared about was status, connections and personal gain.

Around Slughorn were three separate chambers. One led to his living area, one two his library and one to a large workstation where the Potions Master of Hogwarts could create his magic. Harry kept walking towards his professor, unable to see the other chambers. He was so alone, in what looked like such a large and immaculate table setting. There was a large green tablecloth that covered the entire table. On top were the finest of silverwares. Every type of cake and treat decorated the table. Some of the plates were there, with what looked like the beginnings of a quality retreat about to begin. The tea smelled wonderful. Still, Harry could not understand where the other students were. Had none of them shown up? Had his professor asked to see Harry… alone?

"Exquisite… exquisite… " Slughorn mumbled. He looked so joyful to Harry. The fat man ate one more cake. Harry was not sure how he felt about Slughorn, other than that the fatter man was among the least attractive men he had ever met. It was like the man had no portion control, "Yes… that feels… quite nicely… hits the spot each time… exquisite!"

"Forgive me, Professor. But… " Harry went on. He knew he needed to get close to Slughorn, it was his job. But any time Hermione was not where she was supposed to be, was always a moment of danger for Harry. And he had hoped to see Ginny in that new, tight, and revealing purple dress…

"Ah, my boy." Slughorn smiled as Harry crept closer to him, "How I wish I could have been here earlier for you. Such promise. Such potential. It's time you really learn what I… what I and my little social club… can really offer you, Harry."

"Did the others… "

"Closer, please Harry… " The old man beckoned, "They're all here… they just learned about the benefits of being under my wing… and are expressing themselves in some truly enjoyable ways."

Harry winced as he came to his Professor's side. What could the Professor mean by that?

It all changed at that moment. He heard voices. Masculine, and feminine voices. They were all so… happy… and loudest, and happiest of the voices… were Hermione and Ginny… it was beyond happy. His two girl-friends were bordering on ecstasy.

Finally, Harry looked up.

There they were. Hermione Granger. Ginny Weasly. They were floating high in the ceiling. Their luscious gowns were slowly fading from their supple skin. They were gliding, like sexual, stripping angels, all around the other. And they were moaning. They were moaning as their hands pleasured their sex.

"Ah… yes… '' Slughorn droned on. Harry heard his professor, but he could not face away from the erotic sight above him, "You know, I've always been good at… plucking… the best and brightest throughout my years at this castle." Harry looked on. Ginny was rubbing Hermione. Hermione was rubbing Ginny. Their eyes looked below. They were so focused. They were focused on the thing that gave them pleasure. It looked like their eyes were looking down, towards harry… and both sexy girls wanted him… needed him.

"How… Professor… what is… " And then Harry turned away from the two perfect girls. He turned towards Slughorn. Was Slughorn behind this? Harry could not imagine that this fat, old and lumpy man would be able to entice Hermione and Ginny to… perform like this. But then something changed for Harry. Harry looked at Slughorn's lap. There was someone on their knees. There was someone in between the Potion Master's pants.

Melinda Bobbin was there, sucking her professor's cock. She was giving the old man her all. She was bobbing her pretty face, yearning to give her Potions Master more of her devotion with her tongue. Slughorn was enjoying Bobbin's attention. But he was not giving her all of her focus. No, Slughorn wanted to survey the entirety of his study. He wanted to see all of his enthralled students… all of the toys that were lost to the powers of the love potion.

"Like I said, Harry…" Slughorn looked at Harry. The potion master, while getting a devoted blowjob from his enthralled student, gave Harry a smug, arrogant and toothy smile, "Young Bobbin's technique has been… Exquisite… "

"Professor… please… this is so… so" Harry was searching for the word wrong. It was wrong. Three girls he cared about were under some perverse love spell. But then Harry heard a noise from the other side of the table. And he saw more. Harry saw more and realized that wrong was too small a word for what he was seeing.

The boys were like statues. Muscular, submissive statues. Beside each man was a Carrow sister. They were in semi-see through black lingerie. Their forms were thin, sexual, and panting as the powers Slughorn alone commanded coarse through their pureblood flesh. They were pumping Zambini and McLaggen. The twins pumped their big cocks and squeezed their sweaty muscular chests as though they were buttering a turkey. Both the Gryfyndor and Slytherin jocks were moaning… desperate not to cum from the perfect pleasures only the Carrow sisters could provide. But their eyes were not on the sexual perfection that was two mesmerized twins. No, their focus was on their potion master as well. The boys turned statues were moaning and yearning to cum in deep devotion as they watched their old master take all he desired from Melinda's throat.

"Well, I'm afraid it would be wrong to advertise this part of my little get togethers, wouldn't it, my boy?" Slughorn went on. Harry was disgusted to realize that the breaks in the old man's voice were due to the attention he was getting from the sexy young witch serving his dick, "But after all, Potter… I did promise stimulating conversation, great connections… and of course… "

"Refreshments." Harry finished the thought. He looked at the tea cups around the table. He understood in a moment. They all sat down. They all drank, and then they all fell into this… debauchery…

Love Potion.

Horace Slughorn had served love potion to all of the students at the Slug-Club.

"Well… after all, what's the point of being one of the best Potion Masters in the world, if I can't use it to let my company enjoy their experiences even more, right?"

Slughorn joked with Harry. He joked as Harry watched the two women he cared most about in this world dance, moan and display their perfect curves to the older man below them. As they floated above, through some unseen magic, he had never seen the two women happier… he had never seen them look more… eager…

"Take the tea, my boy." Slughorn offered. There it was. In his tea cup. It was poured in there, just like it had been poured into all of the others, "It's really not a real Slug Club meeting if we all don't enjoy a bit of secret pleasures."

Harry resisted taking it. It is wrong.

"Professor… you've… you've bewitched them!" Harry spouted out. As he smelled his tea… the smell of the Burrow mixed with the Quidditch field, his resolve weakened. But Harry was determined, and would not abandon his friends to whatever… sick orgy Slughorn seemed to be planning.

"Oh, my dear boy… " The Professor went on, "It's nothing more than a feeling. A feeling of fun, excitement… and a pleasure that only the elite of our world deserve to feel. I know you grew up outside of our culture, my boy. This is the world I want to share with you. A world… where there is no stopping our desires from being considered."

To Harry, it was reasonable enough. But he could not join in. Even if it was just a mindless high, how could he abandon his friends that had lost their power of choice?

"Ladies, come down. Don't you want to give Potter here the welcome a wizard of his fame… deserves?"

They fell from the ceiling. They came close to him. They surrounded him.

Hermione's breasts were exposed. They were so much larger than Harry imagined them to be. Hermione had grown into a beautiful woman… but Harry never had access like this before. Hermione pressed herself to Harry's side. It felt so right. It felt like this was what Harry had always wanted.

"It's so good, Harry… " Hermione hummed into Harry's ear. She smelled so good. Hermione felt so good next to Harry, "It's so… liberating."

"And we want it… " Ginny was next. Harry's deep crush then became so much deeper. Here she was, Ginny Weasly. Her Purple Dress was gone… but the matching purple bra and panties were an even better sight. They made her slender, toned and athletic build fit perfectly on her form. Her hips burst out in super inviting ways. Her breasts pressed against Harry so softly. Harry needed to feel them even more, "We want it… all… "

They were being breathy. They were being sensual. They were telling Harry the thing that every teenage boy would want. They were telling him that they would be his. Just one drop, one drop of that delicious potion swirling in his tea… and the bra would come off of Ginny. Hermione's lips would be his to explore. He could grab both of their asses, just as his perverse, teenage mind had always dreamed he could. It was so awkward having Slughorn there, getting head from his student. But the warmth of Ginny and Hermione was too much. He needed to grab them, to taste them…
To take them…

It's too much for Harry. He needs this. He needs to be surrounded by them. He needs to be with them. He needed his potion, it's the only way he can touch them the way he had always wanted to.

Harry drank his potion. He wondered how it would affect him sexually. He felt it begin… and he looked at both sexy girls… hoping there would be so much more.

Then the girls walked away. They walked away from Harry Potter, as though he were no more important to them than a perfect stranger.

They walked to Slughorn. They took the sides of the older man, and they were in his embrace.

"You were correct, Master." Hermione told the old man. She had taken the exact spot next to Slughorn that she pretended to take on Harry. But Slughorn showed none of Harry's Chivalry. The old man grabbed Hermione's large ass. He grabbed it, enjoyed the feeling of control it gave him… and then he got to enjoy seeing Hermione's eyes plead for more.

"Yes… " Ginny added. She did the same on Slughorn's other side. She found the fat old man… her old man. She ripped her bra off, right in front of the group, before she leaned into the Potion Master. She wanted Slughorn to have all of her… to take all of her, and Harry saw Slughorn show no hesitation exploring Ginny's perfect body, "You knew how to make sure Harry took his medicine. You're so smart… and sexy… and strong… Oh fuck… thank you master… take me, master!"

They kiss him. They kissed Slughorn with all their passion. They gave the old man they now loved all their soft young lips had to offer. They begged him for more. The old man devoured the young, hot mouths of Ginny and Hermione. They moaned as their Potions Master… their sexual god… took everything he wanted. And they silently just begged him. They begged Slughorn for more. All the while, Melinda Bobbin kept pleasing Professor Slughorn's cock. She just kept sucking, on her knees, like a bitch… as Horace Slughorn took everything he wanted from Ginny and Hermione.

"Sorry, Harry my boy." Slughorn went on, after a particularly dirty kiss from Ginny, "Though I see great things from you in the coming years… I felt I needed to take a much more… active role in our first party. Make sure that everyone gets the benefits from my… experience."

"Oh, yes master!" Ginny was practically grinding onto Slughorn at this point, "Oh yes… do it… do it all to us… anything you want!"

"Take us master!" Hermione, not to be outdone, rubbed her chest on as much of Slughorn's flabby skin as she could. She needed to please him any way she could, "Take us… like only a powerful wizard like you could!"

As his old, wrinkled hands found Ginny's arched back… As Hermione Granger began to grind on the old man's leg, like a purring cat… Slughorn took more. He could take anything, and the love-obsessed girls would moan his name all night long. They loved their Potions Master… they needed their potions master.

What was worse… Harry Potter was beginning to feel a terrifying feeling… he was starting to need Slughorn too… he was feeling it in his head, his heart… his cock. Harry Potter saw the old, fat and wrinkled man… and yearned for him to touch him… in a way that only a powerful, dominant lover could touch him.

Slughorn just looked on. He was enjoying this. It had been so many years since he had been to Hogwarts. So many years since he could take… anything he wanted. He saw Ginny on that train, and knew that he had to have her. The first time he saw that Granger was as beautiful as she was brilliant, he knew it was his duty to mold her into a sextoy that could also change the world. And Harry… there had never been a student like Harry. There had never been someone with such a destiny… that Slughorn could claim for his own.

Harry got on his knees for Slughorn. It was the only place he belonged compared to such a perfect man among men. Harry just knelt, waited, and hoped that the ultimate man would eventually tire of Ginny and Hermione's sensual curves… and that he, Harry, might be worthy of giving the Potions Master some small service for what he felt.

That was the power of Slughorn's love potions. They worked far better, and far more deeply than any others. In mere moments, Harry Potter went from a straight, sex obsessed teeanger looking for pussy… to something else.

Horace, with a shrill and commanding cough, ordered Melinda off of his cock. She went away, knowing her lover and master deserved to take his next conquest… but her pussy was aching for more. Ginny and Hermione nearly came when they saw it. On the spinly old man it was perfect… massive… monstrous. The massive cock of the Potions Master, no doubt endowed by every pleasure potion imaginable, was strong, wet and harder than steel. The two sexy women on Slughorn's arms reached for it. It was there… it was there and should Slughorn only suggest it, the two hungry young sluts could worship it as they yearned to. It was not just them. The Carrow sisters stopped. They found their way to their knees. They were overwhelmed by his perfection… they wanted their Potion Master's cock and instinctually knelt down to submit to it. Blaise and McLaggin began to twitch. They twitched as they saw their master… their large master, who was so much bigger than them… in every way… and imagined giving themselves to him… to it.

And Harry Potter was no different. In his mind, he was only there to serve his indomitable master. He was on his knees. And only when he saw his master step towards him, did Potter allow himself to dream that we would be allowed to serve him… to give face to his devotion.

Slughorn stood before Harry, the Carrow's and Bobbin were kneeling all around the room. The boys were feeling themselves lose control, just as the potion was designed to make them do. And Ginny and Hermione stayed at their master's side. They breathed in Slughorn's scent, and their minds were trained to worship it with all of their hearts and souls.

Harry had stood up to, and defeated, so much evil. Looking at that all powerful cock… from that all powerful man… that had taken all of the sexy women he wanted and turned them into his bitches… Harry would not defeat this. Harry Potter was ready to submit… Harry Potter was ready to give himself… to the more powerful wizard towering above him.

"Those eyes." an evil glint took Slughorn at that. His powerful cock was less than an inch away from Harry Potter… the Chosen One's… opening lips. Harry had never felt attraction to a man before. But the hunger was too great. He needed Slughorn. He needed to be taken by the man that now controlled him… that took and controlled all of these promising young witches and wizards… and Harry needed to give him more than any other slave or lover could.

So Harry crawled. He crawled, on all fours… like a dog, to get closer to Slughorn and his irresistible cock. He knelt below the old man, and Harry looked up, eager to please him… like a slave.

"Finally… after all this time… those eyes are mine again."

And deep… deep into Harry's mouth Slughorn went. Harry begged. Harry begged that he could take it deeper into his mouth. It belonged to Horace Slughorn… it needed to serve him…

"Yes!" Harry Potter shouted.

The boy who lived was just impaled on his Potions Professor's cock… it had happened over and over again… for hours and hours. This time, like all of the other times, a grunt could be heard behind Harry, as Professor Slughorn went deeper into Harry's hole with his big, powerful cock.

There were moans in front of them. When Harry looked up to see Ginny Weasley's lust-filled eyes. She was sitting on a chair with her legs spread apart on the table, her fingers buried deep in her cunt. She was staring at Harry, as he became the total and complete bitch of Horace Slughorn… a fate Ginny was begging would happen to her again and again.

"Look at her. " The professor moaned into Harry's ear while he was buried deep in the tight warmth of his ass. "Look at how horny she is. It's… oh yes… it's fascinating. This little whore fucks herself. Once they taste my cock, nothing else quite does the job. You all become so needy for the only cock that fucks you like the whores you truly are. Ginny would spread her legs for anyone I ordered her too… all for the promise that I would shove my cock inside her pussy… again."

Slughorn gave Harry a powerful spank. It was sharp, it was hard, and it would leave a mark showing who owned Harry's ass. Harry loved it, he loved it when Slughorn dominated him like this. It made Harry's cock jump.

"Yes… the sexy little Weasley is so eager for it… just like your mother was… every single time I wanted her."

The professor accompanied those words with hard thrusts in the willing ass below him. Hearing how powerful his lover was… how Slughorn could take anything he wanted… for as long as he wanted… Harry needed to feel more. He pressed against his Professor harder and came towards his thrusts with more intensity… more eagerness.

"Do you want her, Harry? Does my boy want to shove your cock in her cunt and fuck her hard until she screams your name? " asked Slughorn, picking up the black-haired man's dripping hair. He wanted Harry looking at Ginny. He wanted truth from Harry. He wanted Potter to give him something deeper than just a good fuck.

"I… oh fuck… I do, professor… I want… I want so much!" Harry confessed. The potion made him subservient to Slughorn. It did not make him stop loving Ginny. Granted, now that Ginny had seen Harry become a total, complete and willing bitch to Slughorn for hours, her feelings for the boy she loved might be altered forever.

"Then you'll be mine, boy!" Slughorn went faster now. The old man allowed his big cock to go even harder, even deeper… to take more with every thrust, "Follow my advice. Become the great man I know you can be… and soon you'll come to me willingly, and I'll give you what you really want… just like all the other powerful Witches and Wizards in our society do… that's what… oh, yes… oh yes… that's what I, and only I can give you."

"Give it to me!" Harry yelled as his ass ripped in two, "Give it to me, oh fuck yes, I'll do… anything to get it… anything for you… master!"

Slughorn started jerking Harry off. He was taking Harry's cock in his hand, letting the boy know who now owned it. In an instant it was over for Harry. Groaning and screaming, he came over the hand of his professor. It felt so good… being so eager for his powerful master. Harry rededicated himself. It was time to take it all… to take all of what his Potions Master could give him… just as he had done for hours on end.

The thrusts became erratic now. Ginny was wet as she fingered herself. She was watching Slughorn dominate Harry. Slughorn was smarter than Harry, more experienced than Harry… far, far more virile than Harry Potter. It was going beyond the love potion now. Slughorn was the alpha male. He wanted her, so he took her. He wanted Hermione, and now the prideful girl was licking his asshole as he sodomized her best friend. Slughorn took what he wanted, and girls like Ginny just yielded to his charisma, power and strength. Ginny wanted to be a whore for someone that powerful… someone who could put anyone he wanted in his place. Ginny played with her big breasts as Slughorn broke her old love in half. She wanted this all-powerful Slughorn to take her and break her… with or without the love potion in her system.

The professor came up the tight ass of Harry Potter… soon to be the greatest champion of the wizarding world… and now his fucking slut any time he wanted his plaything to sheathe his cock.

After pumping all of his cum into Harry, Slughorned pulled himself out of him and sat back in his chair. The bushy haired Gryfindor rose behind the man she was devoted to. After putting his sex-toy in his place like that, Hermione sumized what her master wanted. She began to massage his old, tired shoulders… her big breasts a pillow to exalt his power over her and aid in his well earned comfort. It was the least Hermione could do after her powerful master had honored her by letting her worship his ass as he took what he wanted.

"That was... very insightful, Mr. Potter. I knew you had potential. The fact that you are so… submissive is something we'll need to be mindful of in your career. Quite submissive in fact. But don't worry… you'll know where to come… to get what you need. Won't you, my boy?"

Harry tried to moan his acknowledgment, his agreement… his admission that he was indeed submissive to any of his professor's wants. After all, Harry was on the floor, completely spent from being taken like a sex-toy by his powerful and dominant master. Harry could not put together a coherent thought. He was too blissed out. He never knew being dominated by a lover, by a man of men, could make him feel this way. Harry felt obedient. He felt obedient to the gross old man that took him and his friends… and made them all his bitches.

The moment Harry's Mouth touched Slughorn's cock… it was over. He tried to give Slughorn the best blowjob he could… and the way the old man let his cum surge down Harry's throat, let the 6th year know that Slughorn was going to take more and more of him.

To prove how deep his love potions worked, Slughorn made Harry Kiss his ass afterwards. And Harry did. He knew it was humiliating. He knew it was wrong. But his cock got so hard obeying Slughorn. In that encounter Slughorn went deeper than a simple love potion. He let the boy with all this amazing potential know… that he would always be below the powerful older man. The ass-kissing became ass-worship. Harry's obedience transformed into Harry's submission.

In his daze on the ground, most of the orgy that followed was a jumble to Harry. The other boys did not last long. They came, on command, just as Slughorn ordered them to. It was clear that after giving them each the potion, the boys were just there so Slughorn could get off on putting some macho young boys in their place. Besides Harry, Slughorn wanted women. Still, groping, fondling and taking the sexual perfection that was Hermione and Ginny was far better as two spent, confused and subservient beta men were there, watching a real man take what he wanted. He sent them away soon after, as he did with Ms. Bobbin. She wanted him so badly, and hoped her long blowjob at the beginning of the night would lead to unbridled fucking from her master. It did not. She loved him now, she was obedient to him now, and when he sent her off to some colleague, as a gift. It was agony, to be so in love with Slughorn, that the only way she could express that love was to be used as his whore…

And the Carrow Twins were ordered not to participate. Rather, the sexy twins were instructed to return to their chambers, with a forbidden book that Slughorn told them would be used to train them… in how to please him with dark magic. If what he was doing to Harry and the others was too tame for him, what sexual deviancy was he having the goth twins prepare for, the others all wondered.

And that left hours, limitless hours for Slughorn to put Harry, Ginny and Hermione in his total sexual control. Though Ginny and Hermione were the perfect sexual fantasies for Slughorn… he needed Harry first. He did not know why, but the potions master needed to take the young boy… all the while staring deep into his green eyes while he robbed Harry of his virginity.

Slughorn used the girls' mouths to give him a double blowjob. He took their tight young pussies for himself as often as he wanted to. But he kept coming back to Harry. He needed him to be broken to his wants. And he used Harry's female friends to help. Showing Harry how much stronger he was than him made Harry's desires for the gross old man… become a burning sexual obsession with the man who would soon take credit for all of Harry's successes in life.

Making Harry watch as he took Hermione's cunt, in ways Harry knew he never could, made Harry understand how much the old man could give him. Hermione was particularly eager to worship Slughorn. His flabby, rounded form deserved all of the Prefect's devotions. Even as she took his deep cock, even as she surrendered herself more to make each of his powerful thrusts even more potent, Hermione was trying to use her hands, her tongue, her aroused tits to exalt her man's body… to let it know that Hermione was a worshiper of her Potion's Master's very essence. The sex with her master was amazing… serving her master was making the brilliant young woman feel even better.

Making Ginny moan his name, rather than Harry, would slowly and surely replace all of Harry's fantasies in his hormone-addled mind… so that they all included the indomitable presence of the Potions Master. Ginny, deep down, liked powerful men. It was no secret to Slughorn that the girl modeled herself to be the perfect physical specimen to attract the famous Harry Potter. Now, the red headed goddess fell to him. He was far more powerful, he was far more desirable, and Ginny could only moan, cum and beg to be taken by him. Harry had no idea Ginny could be such a slut… just as Harry had no idea he could submit to a more powerful man in such a base way. The potion made Harry hate seeing Ginny fall so deeply, but it made him so hard watching his master supplant him and master the woman he wanted so thoroughly. The confusion that coursed through his blood was only making him break more for his master.

By the time he had Harry Potter, spread-eagled, taking a toy in his arse while he had the girls stacked and taking impatient turns on his monster cock… their big asses twerking for Slughorn to entice him to choose them… Slughorn knew that Harry would be like all the others. His life would lead to great fame and power… and Horace could take him any time he was randy enough for it.

Perhaps later, Slughorn would help train Potter to be a better lover. He did like the boy, after all. As the potion coursed through their systems, there was so much he could teach these three perfect Gryfyndor sluts about how to please others. But that would be for another time. After all, the Christmas party at the Slug Club was a well known tradition… there was so much more he could take from them before then and during.

"We'll work on who you will become together.. " Professor Slughorn mused to the naked, and dominated boy at his feet. The Potion's Master would not let his stamina falter. He looked at Ginny, he saw that look, the look of a love-obsessed slave becoming a true and obedient slut. His Potions would ensure that nothing… nothing would stop him from claiming all of the sexy young flesh his enchanted, alpha cock wanted.

"Now go, repay the favor to Ms. Granger. Her Asshole must be given the attention it deserves if she and I are to have our real celebration later. Opening her up now is good for me, my boy. And take your time… Miss Weasley needs my attention now, don't you, my little pussycat?. "

While Harry got up, and prepared to do his duty with Hermione's sexy ass, he heard Ginny gasp. It was her turn, and the most attractive girl in Hogwarts was going to prove to her man why it was her pussy that belonged serving his cock more than any other slut.

"So, my eager, juicy, little bitch, you need some real cock in your cunt again?" Ginny just turned away from her powerful master. She presented her beautiful ass to her man. She raised her pussy as high as her hips could rise. Her face was planted on the floor. Ginny Weasly was ready to be taken, again, by the most powerful cock in Hogwarts.

"Real cock!" Ginny yelled, "Fuck me… fuck me like a whore!"

And then he started. He started all over again. And from the animalistic moans, speed of his cock and moans from his willing, redheaded whore, it was clear that the Professor was going to be taking what he wanted from Ginny for hours. And Ginny would yield to his every thrust, praise Slughorn's every move, and worship every inch of her master.

"Rip me, Professor!" Ginny yelled. It all felt so good. Ginny never knew that her cunt could yield to a man like this. Ginny just got lower for him now, "Rip me in half!"

And he would. Harry knew he would. Horace Slughorn was not a gentle lover. He took what he wanted, whenever he wanted and for however long he wanted. And seeing how low Ginny was bent for him, how wet and inviting she was for her powerful man ramming into her like an almighty bull… Slughorn would take her deeper than Ginny's young body knew was possible.

"Master! I'm cuming! I'm cumming for Master Slughorn!"

And she came so hard. Her back was arched, her ass was slamming back on Slughorn's perfect cock. The old man had total control. As he grabbed her gorgeous red hair and pulled her head back with inhuman force… driving his shaft deeper into Ginny's cunt… Ginny just came for her master more. She begged her master for more.

"Breed me Master! Breed your fucking bitch… if feels so fucking good!"

"Yes!" Slughorn cackled, "Yes, so good! I'm fucking you into such a whore… just like all the others!"

As Harry worshiped Hermione's asshole with his tongue, as commanded by Slughorn, Harry heard his master take more… and more… and more.. Watching Professor Slughorn fuck Ginny, knowing at any moment, The verile, old and unstoppable man would want more and shove his cock up her kinky ass… and then his… Harry was on the verge of cumming. Just watching Slughorn take what he wanted… it made Harry Potter burn for his 'man'. Seeing Ginny Weasly becoming the cock-slut of a bigger, better, and more powerful wizard was putting Harry in his place, and he just licked Hermione's asshole to prove his subservience to Slughorn's power.

Soon, the sun would rise, and the students would need to go to class. Slughorn gave himself a potion, so he could sleep for an hour, but it would feel like eight. All while he slept, Harry, Hermione and Ginny would pleasure his cock… to reinforce their place below their master. When Slughorn awoke, they were eagerly pleasing him. They worshiped every inch of him, Hermione doing a particularly splendid job with his big balls as they wanted to make their master cum one more time. If they only knew that the potion would have worn out by then. If they only knew that for now on… the three promising students were just programmed to be his sluts.

Harry Potter felt controlled. Harry Potter felt dominated. Harry Potter had no fight left in his body… he was too tired from giving himself to another, more powerful man… and for the first time in his life, Harry loved every moment of how that felt.