Harry the Slut

NB Somehow I accidentally uploaded a chapter for my other fic here, and not the real next chapter. So yes. This is actually what came next. Thanks to Qtness.Quill for the review that tipped me off to my stupid error.

A/N PLEASE NOTE This Chapter Contains watersports. If you don't like, don't read this chapter, you can just skip it (as, as you've probably noticed, plot doesn't really exist in this fic) And Harry's a bit different than the other chapters, but, yes, you'll see.

It'd been a long morning and Harry now had a free to recover in. Avoiding the great hall to put off seeing Ron and Hermione Harry went down to the kitchens for a late lunch and was halfway through a sandwich when Terry Boot came in, took one look and saw Harry then and grabbed him by the arm. Still tender from his morning Harry wasn't sure he was up to much but when Boot striped as they entered an abandoned room and knelt at Harry's feet nothing could make him happier.

Sneering Harry looked down at the boy at his feet. “Oooh, look what a slut we have here. There's no one who likes you, so you have to rely on hatred to get laid.” Harry kicked out with his shoe and caught Boot's balls. “Take that you worthless piece of shit. Fuck...” Harry kicked him again, “You're not even worth touching. Get on the floor and clean your filth from my shoe.” Boot dropped immediately and started licking Harry's dirty shoes. Harry laughed as he watched the worthless creature.

“Enough. Go sit on the floor over there. Spread your legs. Wider you slut. Yes like that.” Harry pulled a chair over to watch, Boot was sitting on the floor, legs bent slightly, genitals bared beautifully. “Now grab your cock and squeeze as hard as you can.” Both boys moaned as Boot grabbed his cock forcefully, squeezing til it seemed to ooze through his fingers. “And slam your hand into your balls. Disgusting Slytherin, you're worth noone's hands but your own. Harder you filthy whore, Mush them to a pulp.” Fuck that was hot. Boot was bringing his fist up and down, grinding his balls into the ground, Harry moaned at how pathetic he was. He hadn't even said a word the whole time.

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Boot whimpered at the pain spiking through his balls. Fuck that hurt, tears sprang to his eyes. Fuck the more it hurt the more he wanted it. He looked down and his purpling cock and wanted more. If only Potter'd touch him. He thought back to the feel of Potter's shoe smashing into his balls, tried to hit them as hard as Potter had. But it was no good, he could never be as good. “Plllllease, please master, fuck I need more. Please hurt them for me, god I need you to hurt me.”

Harry laughed again as Boot begged, hand still hurting his balls and conjured a flogger for him, laughing harder as Boot thanked him for allowing more pain. Snorting again Harry told him to get on his hands and knees and made the flogger into a paddle and whacked him, moaning as the arse turned red quickly and as Boot begged for more and more, saying he'd take anything. It gave Harry an idea, and once Boot's arse was glowing brilliantly and he was on the verge of orgasm with from just the pain in his arse and balls, he had him kneel up straight and opened his pants.

“Take anything, you dirty slut. I'll show you where you belong.” Harry aimed his cock at let loose his bladder which had been filling all morning. “Yes, that's right, you foul piece of rubbish, that's all you're good for, on you're grave it'll say Harry Potter's toilet.” Boot was revelling in it. In the disgrace of kneeling at the golden boy's feet while he pissed all over him. “Lie down you slut and roll in it. And pound your cock til you come from the pain and shame of it.” Boot didn't need telling twice he lay down and as Harry finished pissing in his hair he slapped his cock hard, picking up the wet abandoned paddle to get it good. Harry also pulled out his cock. Though tender, it enjoyed it as Harry wrung it fiercely, cumming over Boot's face just as he exploded with an especially hard hit.

Both boys took a moment to orientate themselves after. Harry panting heavily against the wall and Boot lying paddle resting on his bathed in filth. Soon Harry lowered himself next to the Slytherin, and with a few choice words the boy and ground were clean. Picking him up he pulled him into his lap and stroked his hair and kissed him gently til he seemed a little more aware. “Alright?”

“Yeah, thanks, I really needed that. Fuck your good at that, tell me why I top normally?”

Harry laughed softly, not at all like his earlier mocking laugh. “Coz I normally need it more. Fuck, speaking of needing things, if we don't get gone in a matter of seconds we're gonna be late for our next classes.”

Boot pouted but started getting up, “Damn, I was looking forward to the fixing up sex, ah well, next time.”

Harry stood and watched as Boot finished dressing (as Harry had only had to do up his pants) and gave him a long lingering kiss, a bit worried he hadn't had enough time to bring Boot down properly, but he seemed okay. Another kiss and they both disappeared on down the corridor.



So, Liked it? Hated it? Want more top!Harry? Want less? Want to never hear the word piss again? Have someone you'd like to be partnered with Harry? Have any kinks (ANY AT ALL?)? I'm not guaranteeing I'll do as you ask, but I definately won't if you only think it and don't tell me!