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Harry the Slut	By : Harcopotfoy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 322396 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, and I do not make any money from these writings. All charaters and places are JK Rowlings'

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A/N Hi all, I know I haven't uploaded forever and I might not again for a while, but I'm updating a few of my stories at the one tie so hopefully that makes up for it. Still failed on that Remus chapter but someone asked for a girl with a dildo fucking Harry so I tried that out. Still lots of slashy goodness before that though.

Visitors to Hogwart's

The weeks passed in much the same manner as most of them do, with Harry going to class, getting laid, eating meals, sucking cock, avoiding explaining himself to his friends, getting cornered in corridors and fucked, sleeping, and making new ‘acquaintances’. On Friday, however, his excitement was difficult to hide. There was going to be something of a Triwizard Tournament reunion as Krum and Fleur were coming to spend the weekend at Hogwarts with some teachers and students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons to promote inter-school relations and remind students that in post Hogwarts life they would have to mix with witches and wizards from all over the globe. Krum and Fleur had been dragged in as they were the best-known alumni from each school at Hogwarts and they added to the general excitement of the event.

The schools were meant to arrive just after classes finished on Friday and Harry was so excited as he walked to his final class he pounced on Justin Finch-Fletchley the moment he saw him walk into the lonely corridor Harry had been dawdling down. He normally avoided Finch-Fletchley as much as possible as he was something of a boring fuck but at the moment he’d take anyone.

“Justin – against the wall, pants down.”

Justin looked around startled, but didn’t take much convincing when he saw the bulge in Harry’s pants – dropping trews and leaning his arms on the wall. Harry cast a few quick spells to alert them if other people were coming and slid in behind Justin, letting his own pants fall to the floor. Fishing in his pocket for lube he always had, Harry slicked himself and – mindful of Justin’s aversion to it being rough – slid two greasy fingers up the Hufflepuff’s arse. He worked quickly, they had to be in class in less than 10 mins, so after some quick scissoring which left Justin panting Harry pulled his fingers out and replaced them immediately with his cock. It was fast, it was perfunctory, it was efficient. Harry ploughed forward as Justin pushed back. They grunted and Harry grabbed Justin’s cocked and worked him resolutely. Pushing faster and faster, with one had on Finch-Fletchley’s cock and one on his hips, Harry pumped until Justin spasmed and the contractions around his cock were enough to bring him off. Thrusting forward one last time Harry cried out and shuddered as he emptied himself into the willing arsehole.

There was no time to enjoy the afterglow. Harry accustomed to fucking and going had cast cleaning charms, reclothed himself and fixed his tie before Finch-Fletchley could even turn around. Smirking at his companion, Harry hoisted up Justin’s pants and cast a refreshing charm on him to lessen his flushed glow before murmuring he’d see him in class and ducking down the corridor.

***
Transfiguration had never been this long before. Harry had made it just as McGonagall was closing the door while Finch-Fletchey had arrived about 5 mins later. Everyone was looking mind-numbed as McGonagall dragged on about the importance of transfiguring at a subatomic level, especially when dealing with food or living beings, or you might find yourself eating something that looked, felt, smelt and tasted like an orange but was actually arsenic. Who cared?

Finally… Finally class was finished and the school streamed outdoors. The oldest classes were a little disappointed that school’s arrived the same way as last time, but the flying carriage and the boat were impressive none-the-less. It took Krum all of 13 mins after stepping onto land to find a way to mention a secret rendezvous to “try out their Quidditch skills” to Harry.

After a dinner feast where Harry was constantly making eyes at Krum or checking out other potentials Harry slipped outdoors to the broom shed hoping Ron and Herminone were too occupied with some of the Beauxbatons students who were going to be staying in Gryfindor to notice his absence.

Krum was already on his broom above the Quidditch pitch so Harry jumped on his to go meet him. Once Krum saw Harry he signalled to him and they flew off together to where the lights of Hogwart’s could hardly be seen. Landing on a distant slope of the grounds Krum immediately charmed off both their clothes to leave them standing naked. It was a cool night but there was a warm breeze coming from the south which prickled over Harry’s skin. Grabbing his broom, Krum came over to Harry and said “won’t you take a ride on my broomstick Harry.” It was every bit as corny as can be imagined but Harry jumped on, leaving his own broom on the ground, and Krum slid on behind.

Pushing off Krum circled low over the ground and grabbed Harry and pulled him back so his arse was resting on Krum’s cock. From here it didn’t require that much manoeuvring and while Harry held the broom steady Krum pushed forward and soon Harry had a cock as thick as the broom deep up his arse. Krum then grabbed the broom with one hand and wrapped the other so in was around both Harry’s cock and the broom, squeezing them delightfully together.

With a burst of speed he surged forward, then braked suddenly and surged forward again. Harry gasped at the sensation – Harry was rooted to the spot by Krum’s iron grip on his cock but the Bulgarian man was only loosely attached so with every surge his cock pushed into Harry and every brake slipped almost the whole way out. It was strange in a way sex never normally was, it wasn’t rough but was very thorough, as the cock would only go in at the speed friction allowed (as they couldn’t thrust properly) but went very deep none-the-less.

Combining this blissful sensation behind, the cool night air and the hard squeeze on his cock Harry was wonderfully aroused but also aware he couldn’t come like this – it was magnificent – but not intense. They kept going like this though until Krum was panting behind and Harry was going crazy with arousal, somehow it was like wearing a cock ring – unable to come despite being insanely aroused. Soon however they both wanted more so Krum glided them back to Harry’s broom and landed with a jolt that sent Krum’s cock jarringly into Harry’s arse and made them both call out. He pulled out immediately however, tipped Harry on the ground and shoved the end of the broom into Harry’s arse before he could stumble to his feet.

Harry groaned instantly as Krum began to use him ruthlessly. The cruel pace and unforgiving broom handle were everything that the fuck on the broom hadn’t been – fast and hard and satisfying. Grabbing the handle further down, Krum knelt behind Harry and, continuing the brutal fucking, wrapped his hands around Harry’s balls to give them a few hard yanks and then his cock to squeeze and abuse it relentlessly. After such a build up on the broom Harry only lasted a few minutes before coming all over the grass and clenching hard around the broom.

Krum wasn’t yet satisfied of course and slipped Harry over and thrust his cock down the boy’s throat. Choking Harry a few times til he was coughing and gasping Krum pulled out pleased that Harry’s erection was well back on its way. Knowing exactly what Harry liked, Krum sat on Harry’s stomach and twisted and flicked Harry’s nipples until they were red and bruised and Krum could feel Harry’s cock nudging the back of his arse. Not content with the abused he’d already delivered to Harry he moved down to sit on his thighs and began to pitilessly squeeze and pump Harry’s cock and ball. Every time Harry was close however he moved back up to pitch his nipple’s to cool off a little before having another merciless go at his cock. It was all too much for the Gryfindor and he was soon begging to come and be taken. Finally Krum’s cock seemed to get the best of him as he pulled Harry’s feet over his shoulders and fucked him into the ground with all his might. It was fast and brutal and ferocious and neither of them lasted very long. Soon they were panting in a heap of sweat and cum and dirt on the ground.

They lay their sweating until the air cooled them off and then lolled on the grass for a while longer smoking a cigarette Krum procured from god knows where and talked about everything from the weather in Bulgarian to Quidditch and useful household charms to the time they first fucked.

***

It had been a bit over a year ago, Harry had only just started fooling around with people on a regular basis when he’d been to called to a quick order meeting in Dumbledore’s office. He had unofficial plans with Malfoy that afternoon and had been getting hornier all day thinking about it and was fairly annoyed when he been told to go see the headmaster. All that had changed however when Harry saw Krum as he walked in the door. Harry hadn’t even known that Krum had joined the order, but apparently they’d been recruiting internationally. Krum had obviously come straight from playing quidditch as he was dripping with sweat and training t-shirt bulging over his muscles and leaving little to the imagination. It had probably only taken the Bulgarian about 20 seconds to figure out how turned on Harry was as Harry couldn’t stop staring. It was a quick meeting and 15 mins later Harry and Krum was dismissed and Dumbledore, McGonagall and Flitwick – the only others in attendance – stayed on to talk about school issues.

Not bothering with subtlety Harry stopped at the first broom cupboard he saw as he was walking Krum out to the main doors and politely asked if he’d like to have a look inside. Krum smirked at Harry opened the door thrust Harry inside and fucked him against the door harder than Harry had ever been taken before. It’d been a bit of an eye-opener for Harry who realised he’d been doing things far to gently and later that evening when he’d finally met up with Malfoy had taken the blonde so hard they’d never looked back.

They didn’t have many opportunities together but whenever Krum was in town he made sure he had some reason to pay Dumbledore a visit.

***

Harry was startled back to the present as Krum reached out to grab the erection Harry was beginning to grow as he thought of their first fuck. They were both fairly exhausted but decided to go another round before heading back. Krum moved around so he could lick and suck at Harry's balls and thrust his own cock into Harry's mouth. Soon both men were moaning and thrusting down each other's throats until Krum pulled out, flipped Harry over with a nonchalant display of his strength and proceeded to fuck Harry on his hands on knees. Nothing with Krum was ever gentle but this was about as vanilla as it got as they. were both still recovering from the earlier go. Despite this Krum was soon pounding into Harry hard enough to bruise his knees and grunting and heaving for all his worth. Soon Harry reached down with one arm to pull at himself and after four or five solid stroked was cumming all over the grass again, clenching so hard on Krum that he came not long after.

Knowing they had probably been away too long to not've been missed they jumped on their brooms almost immediately. It was something of a sore ride back for Harry, but it was his favourite kind of pain, so he was more than happy to take it. Back at the broom shed they jumped off their brooms and agreed to meet the net day sometime before heading up into school together.

***

Harry was about halfway upstairs when he ran into Gabrielle Delacour. The once shy little girl had grown up and Harry had seen her several times with the Weasley's. She smirked wickedly and was obviously using all her powers as Harry's exhaustion dissipated and he followed her willingly into an empty classroom nearby. As soon as the doors were locked she ran a hand down Harry's body and his clothes melted away, she then grabbed his cock roughly and harshly began to pinch and slap it until it began to harden. Harry moaned and squirmed under her caresses and then she pulled a clean handkerchief from her pocket and wrapped it tightly around the base of Harry's cock. Moving forward as if to kiss Harry she paused with her mouth nearing Harry's cheek and Harry anxiously leaning in to the kiss. She then raised her knee deftly kneeing Harry's groin laughing cruelly as tears sprang into Harry's eyes.

Harry stared at her as though he had been hit by an angel. All remorse and desolation. He wanted so to please her. She was so soo beautiful. She was perfection. And he needed to please her.

Summoning a leather cord, Gabrielle tied it tight around the head of Harry's cock and tugged on it hard, ordering him not to move. She tugged and tugged watching as tears began to stream out of his eyes but he didn't move. She then released the strap and congratulating him, telling him to kiss the end of it. She then wrapped it around his balls and this time when she yank she commanded him to follow. Like this she lead him around the room, jerking his balls for him to move and slapping them to stop. He keenly did whatever she said, willingly taking any abuse she would give him.

Gabrielle led him to the one table in the room and had him sit on the edge with his bound balls hanging over the edge. She told Harry to beg to touch her and he was so in such a dedicated hopeful manner, even as she continued to yank his balls that she opened her shirt and allowed him to begin to suck and lick her breasts. He muttered his thanks and praises to her, tears falling again this time it gratitude, as he set to lick, suck and nuzzle her breasts as gently and obligingly as possible. She moaned into the caresses and then moved closer, not only to get more but so she could firmly squash his balls into the edge of the table as he worked.

Gabrielle had Harry work until both her breasts were pleasantly burning with sensation and Harry was squirming where she was continually squeezing and bruising his balls into the table. She then grabbed his dripping cock and used it to pull him higher onto the table until he was lying back on it. While commanding Harry to continue to cruelly abuse his ball Gabrielle lifted her skirt and conjured a large strap on. The strap on worked to magically please her as she fucked Harry. She had Harry pull apart his own butt cheeks so she could fuck him. The dildo on the strap on was light blue, ribbed and huge. Soon Gabrielle was leaning on the table with one arm as she put all her weight into fucking Harry. With her other hand she jerked the strap around Harry's balls in time to her thrusts so he felt her cruel pain both inside and out.

Soon she was panting her way to her first orgasm and convulsed and cried out as she came. But one could never be enough and she flipped Harry over to take him from behind, still harshly holding his balls captive until she was on the edge of coming again. Then grabbing his cock in one hand she released the strap and hankerchief stroking him til he came exploding over her hand, and she shuddered out her release. Still wanting more, she ordered him onto her knees and slapped him across the face with her hand covered in his seed, leaving scum all across his cheekbones. She then pushed her fake cock down his throat just to see him choke on it before pulling it off and shoving his face into her wetness which he licked and suckled willingly until her body felt as though the whole thing was pulsating with her every heartbeat and with one final touch of Harry's tongue she screamed and trembled and very nearly collapsed in pleasure as she came.

They both held still for about a minute, her hands lightly resting on his shoulders and they panted and tried to recover their breath. Eventually Harry picked himself up to look into her face. The orgasms had quieted down her Veela instincts so Harry could now look at her with a touch more normality than normal. Harry didn't quite know what to say so finally settled on kissing her cheek very softly, thanking her before dropping his eyes, picking up his clothes and leaving the room.

By the time Harry made it back upstairs he was so exhausted he could hardly walk. He brushed Ron and Hermione off saying he really needed to sleep. He had just made it to the stairwell when he saw Gabrielle enter the room, her usual glow revived, and was reminded that the students from Beauxbaton were staying in Gryffindor, smiling to himself at the fun that was sure to ensue he made his way upstairs for a well earned rest.

A/N Hope you enjoyed. Ideas for people/acts are definitely welcomed and will hopefully inspire me. I really wanna do a Remus and a twins chapter but they just never seem to write themselves.
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