January was a bitter, cold affair. But Harry didn't mind. Not when his friends kept him nice and warm.
And used.
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Harry's legs trembled as he struggled to keep pace, riding Neville's cock. It would have been easier to do if Neville wasn't so insistent about sticking his tongue down Harry's throat, but Harry let him, enjoying the novel experience of a kiss. Not many of his clients preferred such an intimacy.
Sucking on Neville's tongue made him thrust up into Harry harder though, so he couldn't complain.
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As February drew near, the sixth year Gryffindor boys did their best to keep up with their resident slut. It was a burden they all bore quite happily, even if it left them exhausted.
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Harry was on his knees, gripping the headboard so hard his knuckles were white. Seamus clutched at his shoulders from behind, dragging Harry back onto his cock in violent thrusts that made Harry's teeth clatter together. He was so rough with Harry the four-poster shook.
Harry arched his hips. He was hard again and aching. Every time his cock slapped against his belly, Harry sobbed, knowing that all the stimulation couldn't get him off, not with the leather tie wrapped around his genitals, preventing him from coming out of turn (again).
The bed frame moved back and forth across the stone floor.
"Fuckmefuckmefuckme—" Harry chanted under his breath. Seamus battered that spot inside him. Harry could hardly breathe, it felt so good.
His eyes rolled back in pleasure.
"Dirty cunt," Seamus groaned in his ear. "I wanna fuck you on the table in the great hall, let everyone see how you take a cock. You want that?"
Yes he did.
"Please!" Was all Harry could manage to say.
It worked well enough.
Seamus stilled and came, pulling out to let Dean take his place.
Dean liked to kiss too. He drew Harry's face to the side so he could kiss Harry deep and dirty as he pounded Harry in short thrusts.
Maybe there was something to this whole kissing thing after all.
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One issue they all had to get used to was that they had to share Harry. And sometimes Harry didn't want to wait until one person had finished with him.
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Ron shushed Harry's soft whines, holding him tighter into his chest as Dean eased his cock into Harry's ass alongside his own. "See?" Ron said weakly, clutching at Harry like he was a lifeline. "Told you he could take it."
Dean rolled his hips. They all groaned. "He's so tight around us. If we move, I think he'll break."
"I'll break if you don't start moving!" Harry sobbed into Ron's collar bone. He shook like a leaf, stretched impossibly tight around his friends. It hurt and it didn't. The pain allowed him to rock back from the edge so he could enjoy being so thoroughly stretched on two hard cocks.
Neville coaxed Harry"s head to the side so he could feed his cock into Harry's slack mouth. "This ought to keep him quiet for a bit."
"Don't count on it." Dean gripped Harry's hips tight and began to rock, soon hammering into the vice grip around his cock with wild abandon, groaning deep in his throat. "Oh Merlin...nothing should feel this good..."
Harry seemed to agree if the frantic moans muffled by Neville's cock were any indicating. Tears streamed down Harry's face, ignored by everyone.
Ron threw his head back, eyes screwed shut as he tried not to come too soon because Dean was right. Harry felt so damn good, but so did Dean's cock sliding against his and Ron was torn between arousal and confused revulsion, highly aware of Dean's balls slapping against his own. It reminded him of Christmas break when Bill slid into his ass without warning, forcing Ron to take his cock, to like it—
Ron stared at Harry's mouth, stretched wide by Neville's cock, wondering if cock tasted as good as it looked.
Ron shot his load with a whimpering cry.
Seamus, who had been jacking off beside them on the bed, finally came, aiming for Harry's face, Some got on Ron, who swore at him, rubbing it away and into his skin.
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Weeks flew by, January melting seamlessly into February. Harry was enjoying the winter season more than ever. Though he loathed his frigid, underground trek to Hogsmeade every Saturday, the six days he spent in the castle were delightfully more comfortable than before the Christmas holiday. Harry's butt plug was only used to keep him open or full of cum, now that he was fucked daily instead of just once a week.
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Everyone watched, wide-eyed as Seamus fisted Harry. Harry was holding his own legs wide apart this time, shaking like mad every time Seamus would spread his fingers wide. It was so intense that Harry had gone from crying openly to utter silence, his breath hitching in his chest as he stared at the ceiling with unseeing eyes, his mind utterly blank and thoughtless.
"That's so weird."
"How does it feel?"
"You'll make him all loose like that."
"It's hot and tight," Seamus grunted, punching inwards sharply. "Like a really weird glove."
They laughed as Harry's legs kicked involuntarily.
"If I'd known he was this much of a slut, I'd have been busting a nut inside him all year," Seamus chuckled. "I just can't believe how his ass is always so tight. Even after doin' shite like this."
"Yeah, it's kind of amazing," Dean said. "And the stuff he lets us do to him... Sometimes I think we could fuck him right there in the Common Room. Just line up behind him and have a go. And then let everyone else have one."
"Yeah, he'd let you, too." Ron said. "He's that needy. The number of times he was fucked at my house..." He shook his head, impressed with Harry's stamina.
"You couldn't have kept him filled up the whole time, you'd have died." Neville objected, stoking his own cock.
"Wasn't just me there, was it? I have brothers you know."
They all groaned, reminded of how many Weasleys there were.
Remembering Christmas break too, Harry came. He clenched around Seamus hand with a strangled cry, fresh tears falling when the boy balled up his fingers and began to fist him in earnest, not stopping until Harry's cock spurted another weak dribble of cum into his belly, eyes rolling back in his head as Seamus abused his hole and prostate.
He was kitten weak and limp as Seamus pulled out his hand and fucked him with his cock instead. Neville and Ron held Harry's legs out to give Harry's loose hole a tighter fit around Seamus cock. Dean fucked Harry's slack mouth, uncaring that Harry barely sucked him when that throat was massaging his cock.
When Seamus was done, Neville and Ron took their turns, with Dean filling up Harry's useless mouth in deep, slow thrusts.
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Harry not only became used to getting sex regularly, he now expected it.
And he got it.
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Harry was limp, face down on the bed, covered in cum. Someone was behind him between his legs, stuffing their cock into his ass. He groaned.
Nothing should feel this good, he thought. He could do this for hours. He had done this for hours. His dormmates were rather creative, as if turned out, and horny to boot. They'd graciously spent hours stuffing his holes, getting off in him, on him, getting Harry off too, though not one person touched his cock.
Harry was used to that. When he whored at the Hog's Head Inn, no one cared if he came, if he liked it.
But Harry still came. And his customers liked how much Harry seemed to like it.
The only difference here in the tower was that he wasn't wearing a hood to protect his identity.
His mates could see his face. They knew who they fucked.
It made Harry's balls heavy and ache to come..
A cock slipped into his mouth, driving into his throat. Hands gripped Harry's hips, bruising. Cum filled Harry's ass.
This was all he wanted.
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March crept closer, bringing with it the promise of better weather for Harry's runs to the Hog's Head Inn. Though Harry's needs were satisfied more than ever, some nameless sense within him grew more wary with each passing day.
He was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
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Seamus led him to a shadowy niche just a corridor off the main hallway where students were making their way to lunch.
He pressed Harry face first against the stone, grinding into his ass. "You want my cock, love?" He jerked Harry's hips back hard. "You want a hard fuck?"
"Yessss..." Harry hissed, pulling his robes up and tugging his trousers down out of the way, revealing the large plug he'd taken to wearing full-time.
It helped his dormmates fuck him faster if Harry was already prepared.
Glancing over his shoulder, Seamus waved Colin over to stand just behind him. In Collin's hands was his newest camera, a wizarding model able to take moving pictures in sequence, like a video recorder.
Grinning widely, Collin aimed the lens at Harry's ass, getting a good shot of the plug. Seamus played with it, pulling it out and jamming it back in, snickering at the needy sounds Harry made.
The camera could capture those too.
"Come on, fuck me already!"
"Eager slut, aren't ya Harry?"
"I haven't had a cock in my ass since this morning. I need it!"
Seamus grinned back at Colin. He pulled his cock free from his robes. "Don't worry, love. I'll give it to you good."
After removing the plug, Seamus replaced it with his cock, not bothering with spelling Harry slick. The new plug the twins had given him had a built in lube feature (which Harry loved). Seamus made sure to go slow, letting Collins' camera catch every inch as he sank into Harry Potter's tight ass. Once fully seated, he rolled his hips, making Harry groan and push back into it, trying to egg him on.
"I can never get enough of this tight ass," Seamus groaned. "No matter how many times a day I ream this hole wide open, I just want to make you sit on my cock some more. Let you bounce on it while I play chess with Ron. That would throw him off his game, wouldn't it?"
"Fuck yeah..." Harry groaned. "We should do that later. Loser gets to watch me fuck the winner."
"That's not exactly a punishment, Harry." Seamus chuckled, starting to thrust, rocking Harry back onto him.
The camera kept rolling, catching every moan and beg that slipped from the Boy Who Lived. Seamus drew out their fuck, keen that Colin get as much footage as possible, otherwise he'd have shot his load a while ago.
"Fuck me harder...please..." Harry begged when Seamus kept to his steady rhythm. "Fuck me...fuck me..."
Seamus indulged him, slamming viciously into Harry's ass over and over, grinning at Colin's hungry face over his shoulder. "Take it whore. That's what you are, aren't you? What are you?"
"I- I'm a whore. A-a dirty...cocksleeve."
"You like getting fucked?"
"Yessss..."
"How often do you need it?" Seamus whispered, trying to concentrate on holding on, on not coming in that tight hole hugging him so nicely...
"All the time!" Harry sobbed. " I need it so much, I need it—ah!"
Seamus grabbed a handful of Harry's dark hair and pulled, deepening the arch of his back.
It also put Harry in a better position to see the camera out of the corner of his eye.
"What—?" Harry looked over his shoulder, freezing at the sight of Colin and his camera, which was panning back and forth between Harry's stretched hole and Harry's terrified face. "Colin?! What-? No! Stop filming Colin, stop! Seamus!"
"Come on Harry, just a little more for the camera—"
"Seamus, no! I don't— No one can see this!"
"No one's gonna see this Harry," Seamus crooned in his ear, slowing his thrusts, deepening them. He grinned at Harry's helpless groan. "It's just a bit of fun. No one will see this, it's just for us. Right, Colin?"
"Yeah Harry, no one else," Colin agreed. "Fuck, you look hot like that Harry. He's splitting you open and you just take it!" He took a brief moment to palm himself through his robes, the camera jostling on his shoulder as he did.
Harry's flush deepened. "Really?"
"Yeah...I nearly creamed myself when he started railing you."
Seamus felt Harry clench down on his cock.
They had him.
Seamus swung Harry around to face Colin, his half naked body on full display for the camera. Harry kept holding his robes up out of the way, his hard cock bobbing erratically as Seamus continued to fuck him.
"You like being watched, don't you, Harry?"
"Yes," Harry whispered, staring straight into Collins' camera.
"Does it make you want to come, getting used like a slut while someone sees?"
"...yes..." Harry whispered. He leaned back into Seamus's chest, eyes drifting half-shut as he rested his head on Seamus's shoulder. He licked his lips. "I'm a slut...fuck me...Seamus, fuck me!"
Groaning Seamus spun them around again, letting Colin get a side view as he pounded Harry's velvet ass, feeling it clench around him—
"Come on my cock, you whore! I'm gonna full up your dirty cunt for everyone to see!"
Moaning obscenely loud, Harry shook apart, spurting cum all over the stone wall, whimpering as Seamus kept fucking him through his orgasm. "Come inside me," Harry begged. "Breed my cunt."
"You want me to breed you?"
Harry nodded frantically, clamping his hole around Seamus cock so sweetly that Seamus had to obey, creaming Harry's hole in slow thrusts, pulling out just enough to let Colin see the mess of Harry's gaped hole before slamming home and giving a few last spurts into his very willing friend.
Once Seamus pulled out, he spread Harry's messy ass wide open for a good camera shot that showed the cum deep inside, dribbling out and to the floor.
"Wanna go?"
Colin looked over at Seamus s outstretched hand apparently asking to hold the camera for him.
Colin didn't need to be asked twice.
In seconds, Seamus was aiming the camera at Harry's newly filled hole and Colin was thrusting away like mad, as if he'd been told he had a minute to come or he'd never come again.
Harry, slut that he was, just braced himself against the wall and let Colin fuck him as he liked, panting at the sheer vigor of the younger boy.
"Colin, how does it feel to fuck the Boy Who Lived?"
"It feels so— it feels— Oh Merlin, he's still tight! I can feel all your cum inside him!"
"Oh it's not just mine," Seamus laughed. "He has three other dormmates and he keeps all our cocks pretty satisfied."
"Seamus!" Harry sent a fearful look at him over his shoulder. "Don't—!"
"Come on Harry...tell him how you start your day by sucking our cocks. How you won't go to breakfast until everyone has creamed your hole at least once, sometimes twice. How you can't stand to walk around empty so you wear a cock-sized butt plug all day, grinding on it in class with everyone around to see."
"Wow Harry, do you really?" Colin fucked him harder, if that was possible.
"I... I... yes!" Harry ground back on Colin's cock, writhing on it, his cock standing proud once more. "I do, I do. I need it! Fuck me Colin, fuck me!"
That was all Colin could handle. He shot his load, gasping into Harry's back, leaving Harry unfulfilled and whining.
Can't have that, Seamus thought.
"Here," he held the camera out for Colin . "I'll take care of this." And he slid his renewed erection back into Harry's sloppy hole, making sure Harry came once more for the camera before creaming him full and replacing the plug, keeping all that cum trapped inside.
Colin got a good long shot of that red pucker wrapped around the punishingly large plug (Seamus may have enlarged it a bit).
The bell rang.
"Well, missed lunch. Let's swing by the kitchen on our way to history, eh Harry?' Seamus helped Harry right his clothes.
"You promise no one sees this? Please." Harry looked between them, squirming nervously.
"Well...it might be hard to keep it hidden...it's a lot of work..." Collin hedged, a tiny smirk ruining his play at innocence.
Harry's shoulders slumped. "What do you want?"
"A blowjob," Colin said without hesitating. "And another shot at that ass. Preferably out in the open again, like this."
Seamus wasn't sure if it was a testament to how much Harry wanted this kept quiet or to how slutty he was, but Harry agreed with a brief nod, not even raising a fuss at the blackmail.
Grumbling under his breath, Harry followed Seamus, glowering at the satisfied look on his face.
"Whatever Potter, you came so hard on my dick with that camera on you, it's a wonder you didn't black out."
Harry was flushed with many shades of embarrassment by the time they got to class.
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Harry had cause to worry. Ginny had watched and waited for weeks as Harry took his pleasure, took hers. Soon, she vowed, the tables would turn.