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Vernon's Slut	By : sluttysub Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 85960 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
- 1-Vernon's Whore
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Written in response to Dark Serpent Cat's challenge: "I was just wondering if anyone would be willing to do a slut Harry where Harry starts becoming interested in being a whore when he reaches his teens and somehow it starts out with Harry being with Vernon by choice or dub con and being Vernon's in the summer before going back to Hogwarts and sluts himself out at Hogwarts"

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"Dad! Mum! Look what I found."

Harry was that used to the sound of Dudley's feet pounding down the stairs that he didn't even look up from his place at the sink – besides, he still had breakfast dishes to wash.

"What is it, Dudders?" Petunia looked up from the paper in interest as her son burst into the kitchen.

Even Vernon managed to tear his attention away from his food. "What have you got there, son?" he asked, with a nod to the magazine clutched in Dudley's meaty fist.

In reply, Dudley dropped the magazine on the kitchen table between his parents, allowing it to fall open on an obviously well-thumbed page. "I found it in the freak's room."

If that hadn't caught Harry's attention, then his aunt's shriek of horror that followed certainly did. With a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, Harry turned slowly. He saw his aunt leap out of her chair and make some attempt to cover her son's eyes.

"Oh my poor Didders," she practically whimpered. "Vernon, he could be damaged for life after seeing that filth."

Harry braved a glance at said filth, which his Uncle was now looking at with eyes that grew wider by the moment.

"BOY!"

Vernon's face was bright red with rage, but there was something else in his eyes too, something almost speculative.

"What is the meaning of this? How dare you bring this filth into our house?"

Harry didn't think it would make any difference to point out that he hadn't actually brought it into the house, but that Fred and George had owled it to him as <i>something to do in the holidays</i>. So he stood and gaped back at his uncle and tried his best not to tremble at the sight of his Uncle holding a gay wizarding porn magazine in his hands.

"Petunia." Vernon turned his attention briefly to his wife. "You're right. We can't have Dudley exposed to anymore of this boy's…unnaturalness."

Petunia ceased her whimpers long enough to nod in reply. "But what can we do? You know we can't throw him out. Not yet."

Normally that would have been comforting to Harry, but something in the way his Uncle looked at him told him that might have been the preferable option.

"You'll have to take him to Marge's," Vernon said finally. "No arguments," he added loudly as Dudley voiced his protests. "There's a month left before he goes back to his freak school – you'll have to stay there until then."

Petunia nodded eagerly. The look she gave Harry said she was as eager to get herself away as she was her son. "But what about you?" she asked, turning to her husband almost fearfully.

Vernon fixed a malevolent glare on his nephew. "He can't be left here alone. Who knows what perversions he might get up to? Especially now we know he's even more of a freak than we thought before." Vernon's gaze dropped back down to the magazine and lingered, Harry thought, rather longer than was necessary.

"Oh Vernon," Petunia simpered. "You are brave. Are you sure you won't come with us?"

Vernon shook his head forcefully. "NO! Someone has to stay here and show this little pervert how to behave."

With one last look at her husband, Petunia turned towards the kitchen door, ushering a still protesting Dudley out in front of her. When the door closed behind them, the silence in the kitchen was deafening, and despite his usual braveness, Harry couldn't stop the chill of fear that ran through him.

"So, boy," Vernon got to his feet and began circling Harry. "What have I told you about bringing your freakishness into this house? Huh?"

"Not to do it," Harry replied quietly, realising now was not the time for defiance.

"I can't hear you. Speak louder, boy!" Vernon stopped behind Harry and grabbed a hand full of his hair. Yanking his head back, he shouted, "What did you say?"

"Not to do it," Harry repeated as loudly as he dared.

"Not to do it, what?" Vernon said – his voice was lower this time, and Harry could feel the heat of his breath on his ear.

"Not to do it, sir?" Harry guessed. He had no idea if that was what Vernon was getting at, but he'd spent enough time in Snape's class to know that usually worked.

"That's better, freak." Vernon pushed forward on Harry's head, bending him forward until his torso was pressed against the table. "You're going to learn some discipline and respect for me, if I have to spend the next month forcing it into you, d'you hear me?"

"Yes, sir." Harry nodded with difficulty because his uncle was still gripping his hair tightly.

"Bringing your cock-sucking filth into my house," Vernon ranted. "Trying to pervert your cousin, make him a filthy little whore like you. I won't stand for it."

"I wasn't…I didn't mean…" Harry tried to protest.

"Silence," Vernon yelled, and punctuated his shout by bringing one meaty hand down firmly onto Harry's buttocks.

Harry whimpered. He didn't mean to, but the shock of the action and the sudden sting to his soft skin were too much – the thin cotton of his pyjamas afforded him no protection from the blow.

"There's more where that came from," Vernon said, not shouting now, and Harry could hear that he was breathing heavily. "Should have done this to you years ago, put you over my knee and spanked the perversion out of you."

For the first time in his life Harry started to think his Uncle might have a point. He was scared and vulnerable, bent double over the kitchen table at his Uncle's mercy, and his bottom felt like it was on fire. But his mind was suddenly filled with the image of himself spread over his uncle's lap, while his bare buttocks were spanked a delicious cherry red – and what's more, his cock was responding to it. He really was some kind of a pervert.

"It's never too late to start, though," Vernon continued, and brought his hand down on Harry's other buttock with equal force. "Is it, Freak?"

"No, Sir," Harry answered instantly. His arse was throbbing painfully, but that, combined with the pressure of the table, was definitely causing his cock to harden.

"And we have a whole month alone together to work on it." Vernon's hand had lingered on Harry's buttock after the last spank and now he squeezed it forcefully. "Once your aunt and cousin have gone."

Harry just nodded again. "Yes, sir." His vision was blurred with tears that filled his eyes – the result of both the pain in his buttocks, and the humiliation he felt by his own arousal at his uncle's manhandling.

"Good," Vernon panted. Then he tightened his grip in Harry's hair once again and yanked him back up off the table. "Until then, you're going back in that cupboard and I want this filth," he jabbed at the open magazine, "out of my sight."

Harry strained against his uncle's hold to remove the offending magazine but was tugged away from it sharply – his eyes filled with further tears from the pain in his scalp.

"You think I'm going to let you take this with you? God knows what you'd be getting up to in there. I won't stand for that behaviour under the same roof as my wife and child. You hear me?"

Harry nodded as best he could given Vernon's tight hold on his hair. He was also acutely aware of the tenting visible in the front of his pyjama pants, and hoping he could disappear into his cupboard and take care of the problem before Vernon noticed.

"Look at you," Vernon said suddenly, disgust dripping in his tone. "You really are a little whore aren't you?"

Harry didn't need to see where his uncle was looking to know that his hopes had been in vain.

"Filthy. Disgusting. Depraved. Little whore," Vernon panted harshly, and punctuated each word with a slap to Harry's behind – causing his body to buck forward with each blow. "You get off on this don't you?"

Harry shook his head – there was no way he could admit to that.

"Liar," Vernon hissed. "You like it." He began manhandling Harry out of the kitchen and into the hallway. "Is this what they do at that freak school of yours?"

The cupboard door opened with a bang, and Harry wisely judged that last question to be rhetorical.

"Does that old headmaster of yours like bending you young boys over the desk for a good spanking, is that it?"

Vernon's face was bright red now and had a sheen of sweat to it. "Is this one of your text books?" He gestured with the porn magazine, waving it in Harry's face. "Fourteen years old and they're turning you into a slut already."

Vernon shoved Harry then, and he fell, with a gasp, onto the thin mattress that still covered the floor. The door slammed loudly behind him and then Vernon's voice sounded low and ominous at the crack between door and frame.

"Wait till your aunt and cousin have left, and then we'll see about that."
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