The Creepy House

Warning: If you don't like my other stories, i wouldn't read this one either. If you don't like, fine, but don't tell me it gross or disturbing, but that not something i can help.

Harry was walking down a random street after he escaped Dudley’s gang. It was a very eerie looking street, with old Victorian mansions everywhere. One in particular caught his interest; it had rusty old iron gates, with a padlock attracted. The house looked like maybe royalty would’ve lived in it. It started to sprinkle, the started to down pour, he didn’t remember how to get back to privet drive, and it was a good excuse to look around the house. He climbed over the gates, and ran to take cover inside. He walked around; saw the kitchen, living room, and just a bunch of empty rooms. He opened a door and walked down to the basement. What he saw made his eyes widened, there were a bunch of sex toy looking devices down there.

“What the hell?” said Harry, but then he realized that they looked new, so he backed up to the stair case, but bumped into something. He spun around, and everything went black.

~~~~~Some time later~~~~~~

Harry shivered as he regained consciousness. He tried to look around, but all he saw was black, but then became aware that there was something on his face covering his eyes. He then tried to speak, but there was a ball gag in his mouth, large enough to make his jaw sore and feel like it’s going to break. He moves around as best he could and the only thing that seemed that could move was his legs. It seemed that he was inclined on some kind of table or chair.

‘Shit, what’s going on?’ though harry.

He felt a breeze move down his legs,
‘Fuck, where are my clothes?’ harry thought terrified.

He felt cloth across his chest, go between his legs, and go between his cheeks tightly. His arms were crossed tight against his chest. It felt like a straight jacket. His cock was going through the front of the jacket, and a pressure was around the base of this cock making him want to come.

“Poor poor Harry, here he is all bound up and has no idea what’s going on” a voice said coming in front of him, a chilling hand lightly going over his cock, and he shivered. Then the hand moved down, and over the jacket, and found a hole where his hole was, a finger slid in unprepared, Harry gasped in pain and started to shake his head. The figure nodded his head and said “oh yes Harry, we’re going to have lots of fun.” The man slid his finger out and noting Harry’s gasp.

He examined his finger, “We’re going to have to clean you out, and so we can have fun.” Harry again started shaking his head, but the man wasn’t looking. He heard something being rolled over to him, and his legs were being lifted into stir-ups, and tied down. “I think a gallon should be enough, have you ever had an enema Harry?” Harry shook his head, “Hmmmm….oh well, here’s your very first one of many.”

Harry felt an ungreased butt plug ram into his hole which made him cry out. The plug then was pumped until Harry exploded; sealing tightly so nothing could come out. Warm soapy water came flooding in; the man was rubbing his stomach through the pain. Harry started to cry, ‘it hurts’ he thought. “Don’t worry darling, you’re almost a quarter of the way over.”

His stomach swelled, the jacket was beginning to grow tight, causing it the ride up his ass more. “you look so beautiful, it’s almost over.” His cock was at attention, and pre cum was leaking from his slit, “We’ll deal with that later.” The water stopped, and Harry felt like there was a watermelon on the inside of his stomach. The man didn’t take out the plug, he just kept it pumped up.

“After I remove the plug you can release”, but he didn’t release for what felt like a half an hour. As soon as he deflated it, Harry let loose a stream of brown water, and lumps of shit. His stomach went back down to its normal size, but he didn’t get a chance to feel an empty feeling in his ass, because a finger was soon sliding in, then slid out and the man seemed satisfied. “Now, we need to get all the soap out of there so it’s not irritated.” Soon the plug slid back into place, but this time Harry started to struggle.

The man cooed “oh, Harry doesn’t want to play, well I want to play, so we will play with each other.” He pumped up the plug again, but this time even larger. The water started to flow, however the water was extremely cold and making his insides contract. Harry cried out after a wave of pressure came at him. The man again started to rub his belly. “You’re half way done,” after harry started to really cry and make the blindfold sopping wet.

When the water stopped, harry held it for forty-five minutes, and again order to wait until the plug was out. This time the water was clear as it came out. The man was very happy at this, “now I’m going to examine the insides with my speculum, don’t worry.” He slid in the cold metal with bruising force, Harry cried out.

He opens it as wide as it could go, and looked around. “good good, this is going splendidly, however you seem a bit tight, so my recommendation is to wear a dildo everywhere, and I have one right here just for you.” His feet were untied and flipped onto his stomach, he was forced to kneel, and his arms were still tied above his head.

To harry it seemed the largest dildo he had was being inserted into him, with ribs. Straps were being tied and looped into his jacket. Then his felt that area around his hole get tighter. “I’m just sewing a hole up, don’t worry. So the slack that was given by having a hole in the jacket was going away, driving the dildo up even further. “Now, my pet we’ll let you go off this chair, and you’ll be able to walk around the house and outside if you wish.”

Harry started to whine, “What is it pet?” Harry was thrusting his hips in the air to get some kind of relief from his painful erection. “Oh yes, that. Hmmmm…” the man loosened the ring, and started stroking his cock at a slow pace, then began to speed up. Harry tensed and he shot his load across the room. “That will be the last orgasm for a while, I hope you know that” the man said as he led Harry upstairs.

Harry struggled and managed to get away, but tripped and fell, and just stayed down because he can’t see and it’s not a good idea to run around with out seeing anything. The man knelt down and pulled Harry across his lap while he was sitting on the floor, and smacked him across the ass, reddening his cheeks.

Harry cried out, ‘I wont do it again, please stop, it hurts stop.’, but the man kept smacking his cheeks until they were a nice shade of fire engine red. “don’t ever do that again, or I will have to punish you severely.

I'm not sure what the man with think of Harry yet.

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Feh Feh Feh, it's really kinky and disturbing.