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Chapter 8 - New Duties
Harry woke the next day at his usual hour, his entire body aching. The plug in his ass seemed to have grown in the night, while the cage that encased his cock seemed to have shrunk considerably. His jaw still ached from the hours of fellatio and cunnilingus the previous day and his tongue still faintly registered the taste of cum. Groaning, he swung his legs out of bed and stretched. Seeing that his roommates were still asleep, he pulled on a bathrobe, and headed for the showers, hoping to get cleaned up before he ran the risk of being seen by any of his year mates while wearing a chastity device and a butt plug.
He showered quickly and managed to get a towel around his waist just as Seamus, Dean, and Ron entered the bathroom.
“Mornin’ Harry,” yawned Ron.
“Morning Ron,” he replied.
He mumbled greetings to Dean and Seamus as they entered as well. Turning briefly, he glanced back as the three other boys stepped into their shower stalls. Like Harry, Ron entered the stall first before tossing his towel over the rod. Harry knew this was because, also like him, Ron had what he now realized to be a laughably small cock. Seamus and Dean, however, both hung their towels from hooks before stepping into their showers, and both were packing cocks that put Harry’s own meager manhood to shame; Seamus at a respectable flacid four inches and Dean at an impressive six.
As he started brushing his teeth, he listened to Dean and Seamus chatting over the stall.
“So it’s not just some rumor that McClaggen started?” Asked Dean.
“Nope,” replied Seamus. “I’ve got it from Davies and Smith. There’s some girl that camps out in the abandoned toilet and blows anyone who comes in!”
“Cool! But how do we know it’s not some poof like Creevey? Or a troll like Bulstrode?”
“Who cares! A mouth is a mouth, right? Long as I don’t feel a mustache, I can pretend it’s Parvati, or Lavender, or Chang.”
Harry paused, reasonably sure that if it was a rumor started by McClaggan that the girl giving anonymous blowjobs had to be Hermione. Would he make her keep doing it now that they were dating? It seemed likely. He spat out his toothpaste and hurried to leave. He nearly crashed into Neville on the staircase.
“Morning, Harry!” He said brightly. “I hear you got a detention last night. Shame.”
He laughed and headed into the bathroom, dropping his towel almost immediately, making sure Harry got an eyeful of his monstrous cock.
Harry blushed and hurried up to the dorm and started to get dressed. Double checking that he was alone, he swiftly pulled on a pair of emerald green silk panties and then tugged his pants over them. He then grabbed a shirt, his robes, and his bag and dashed down to the common room, hoping to catch Hermione.
He was in luck. Hermione was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs smiling angelically.
“Hi, Harry!” She chirped, pulling him into a deep kiss.
“Hi, Hermione,” he replied, blushing.
“Yeah!” He followed her out through the portrait hole and towards the Great Hall, trying not to think about his girlfriend whoring herself out to strangers in a filthy and abandoned bathroom.
Rather than entering the Great Hall with the other early risers, Hermione pulled Harry into an arched doorway just off the main staircase and kissed him deeply, taking pleasure in the giggles and stares that the two received from a passing gaggle of Ravenclaws. When they had passed, Hermione pulled Harry into the room, still kissing him.
“Aren’t we going to have breakfast?” asked Harry. “I love all the kissing, but I’m starving.”
“We’ll have breakfast soon, but first…” she hopped onto a desk and flipped up her skirt, revealing a sexy, and very moist blue thong. She pulled the thong to the side and Harry licked his lips at the sight of her swollen red lips. “I need you to eat me, Harry!”
Harry didn’t need to be told twice. He dove in and began to lick her gorgeous cunt.
“Neville charmed my panties so that he can make them vibrate whenever he wants, and it’s been driving me crazy! Plus…”
Harry suddenly felt Hermione’s pussy pulse slightly and a thick glob of cum oozed into his mouth. She held his head firmly in place as more and more gushed out. She moaned and continued.
“Plus, Neville used me to get rid of his morning wood, but he didn’t let me cum!”
Swallowing, Harry returned his attentions to Hermione’s clit, licking furiously. Her hand dug into his hair and her legs closed around his head.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” She hissed, trying to keep her voice down as more and more students began passing their room on their way to breakfast. Biting her lip to stop from screaming, she came, her juices, and the last of Neville’s cum, squirting out onto Harry’s face.
“God,” she moaned pulling her thong back over her soaking pussy, “that tongue is fucking incredible!” She kissed him again and then took out her wand. “Scourgify!” Harry’s face was immediately cleaned of her juices. She took his hand and, checking that the coast was clear, left the room.
Harry turned towards the Great Hall, but Hermione gave his arm a tug and lead him in the opposite direction, towards a small, spiral staircase that ran up one of the classroom towers. Several flights up she stopped outside a dingy-looking door and cast a quick detection spell. Once it told her that the room was empty, she pulled Harry into the room, which turned out to be an unused, and very filthy bathroom. As she tugged him towards the middle stall, Harry suddenly realized what this was. The rumors were very true.
“What are we doing here, Hermione?” He asked, panicked.
“Having breakfast!” She giggled. Once they were in the middle stall she waved her wand again, vanishing their clothes, and leaving them both naked. She then tapped her wand against the door, locking it securely and raising a number of other protective charms. Two holes appeared, one on each side of the stall, covered by a thin sheet of magic.
“Cormac makes a little bit of money off this,” she explained, conjuring two pillows. “People he trusts can pay a sickle each to get in during the two hours before classes start each weekday, and all morning on Saturdays. He used to split the profits with a few of the sluttier girls in sixth and seventh year, and a couple of Slytherin boys, but now that he’s got me, he says he doesn’t need them, and he can keep all of the profits. And I’ve got you,” she added, grinning, “so I don’t have to do all of the work on my own.”
Just as she finished explaining, the bathroom door opened and two sets of feet headed for the stalls on either side of the one they were in. Hermione leaned towards Harry and whispered, “The charms I put up will disguise our voices, so don’t worry about that, and the magic on the holes keeps them from seeing into our stall. If you suck all the cocks like a good little sissy, I’ll give you a treat tonight after detention.”
She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, winked, and sank to her knees in front of one of the holes. With considerable trepidation, Harry got down in front of the other one. As the footsteps drew closer, he prepared himself mentally for what he was about to do: it was, after all, another line he had never expected to cross. Suck off Luna? Sure. She was a woman…just one with a cock. And cleaning another man’s cum off Hermione? That was fitting for a sissy, and a small price to pay to be her boyfriend. But actually sucking another man’s cock?
As he was thinking, a cock — slightly longer and thicker than Luna’s, but not by much — came through the hole next to his face. He looked at it horror for a moment before Hermione slid over next to him. She pulled him into a deep kiss and then, taking him firmly by the chin, pointed his head at the cock. He swallowed once to steel his nerves and then took the semi-hard cock into his mouth.
“Good boy!” Whispered Hermione, before she scooted back across the stall to attend to her own cock, a long, slender, and uncut specimen.
Harry slowly began to bob his head up and down the length of the cock in his mouth, feeling it harden under his ministrations.
“Oh, yeah, baby!” Came a voice from over the divider. “Just like that!”
Encouraged in spite of his revulsion, Harry ran his tongue along the base of the shaft and pressed his face all the way into the divider.
“Fuck!” Came the voice again. “You’re amazing! I’m going to…”
The owner of the cock thrust forward slightly, and groaned as he unleashed a jet of cum, flooding Harry’s mouth. Harry swallowed dutifully, and let the rapidly deflating cock slide out of his mouth. Its owner pulled it back through the hole. Harry could hear his heavy breathing and the rustle of clothes.
“Worth every knut, sweetheart!”
Oddly satisfied with himself, Harry turned to see how Hermione was doing. He had been so intent in servicing the cock in front of him that he hadn’t realized that Hermione had finished hers as well and was looking at him with a distinctly un-Hermione-like grin on her face, a small trickle of semen had escaped her mouth. She licked it up.
“One down,” she said, “at least ten to go!”
As she spoke the door opened again, and this time, four sets of footsteps could be heard, along with voices that Harry knew all too well. The room seemed to be charmed to know how many people had entered, as another hole appeared on each side of the stall.
“So do we take turns?” Asked Seamus’s voice.
“Nah…” said Dean, “Cormac said that there’d be two of them today and that they could handle two each.”
“I’ll take the right,” said Dean. “Neville care to join? Ron? Seamus? You take the left.”
As the stall doors opened Hermione licked her lips in anticipation and Harry blanched, knowing that he was about to suck his roommates’ cocks. Without much delay two massive cocks popped through holes on Hermione’s side of the stall. Dean laughed.
“Jesus, Neville! Be careful with that thing!”
“Relax, I know where I’m aiming it!” He banged on the divider. “Get to work, slut!”
Hermione didn’t need telling twice. She planted a quick kiss on Dean’s cock before sinking her mouth onto Neville’s monster, jacking off Dean with one hand while her other hand worked furiously at her clit.
The action was a little more delayed on Harry’s side of things.
“C’mon, Ron! Let’s get our nut off!” Said Seamus, as he thrust his thick seven-inch cock through one of the holes. Harry eased forward and took it in his mouth. Unlike his first client, who had stood still while Harry serviced him, Seamus started to thrust as much as the wall between them would allow, causing him to gag slightly, though he could hear Hermione spluttering and retching as she alternated between the two massive cocks in front of her.
Meanwhile, another cock had appeared in the hole next to Seamus’s, this one, barely an inch long, was nearly lost in a tangle of orange hair. As he sucked on Seamus’s cock, Harry reached over and grasped Ron’s meager offering between two fingers and quickly had it at its full three-inch attention. Curiously, for all that he was the one on his knees in a toilet stall with a mouthful of cock, a stomach full of cum, a plug in his ass, and a cage around his own cock, he felt a surge of disgust at the pathetic excuse for a man that Ron was. Grasped by a sudden wickedness, and counting on Hermione’s charms to effectively transform his voice, he gave Ron another tug, and took Seamus’s cock out of his mouth for a moment.
“Awww! Look at it! It’s so cute! A little clitty!”
Seamus, Dean, and Neville all barked with laughter.
“Fuck you guys!” Growled Ron. “Bitch! I didn’t come here to get mocked by some filthy slag. I paid to get my rocks off, so either do your fucking job, or I’ll have Cormac beat the shit out of you later!”
“All right!” Called Neville, “You tell that whore who’s boss, Ron! Maybe we’ll have Cormac fuck her up later either way for mouthing off!”
Seamus and Dean chuckled in agreement, seemingly already forgetting Ron’s momentary humiliation. Harry, on the other hand, felt his face flush at Ron’s words, feeling his momentary surge of superiority slide away. Keeping his hand working on Seamus’s cock he bent his head down and took Ron’s cock easily into his mouth. Behind him, he heard Hermione shift, picking her wand up, she pointed it at Ron.
“Engorgio!” She whispered.
Harry felt Ron’s cock suddenly inflate in his mouth, forcing his jaw open as wide as it could go and snaking its way back into his throat. By the time it finished growing it was at least as large as Neville’s and Harry felt himself starting to choke. Ron gave a quick thrust to sheathe himself as far into Harry’s throat as he could, triggering Harry’s gag reflex. As Harry retched up bile and cum, he heard coarse laughter from everyone else in the room.
“That’ll teach the mouthy cunt!” Laughed Dean. “Glad McClaggan has at least one of these whores trained properly! Get back to it, both of you!”
Dean came first, covering Hermione’s face in a thick layer of seed. He was followed quickly by Seamus, who came straight into Harry’s throat. Hermione turned all her attention to Neville’s glorious cock as Harry returned to Ron’s own now-massive member.
“Fuck, yeah!” He groaned. “Take that cock all the way you filthy cum dump!” Harry could only sputter and choke as his best friend used his throat like a pussy. Moments later, he felt Ron tense.
“Finish me with your hand, bitch! I want my cum all over your face!”
Doing as he was told, Harry aimed Ron’s cock at his face while he stroked in with both hands. With a loud groan, Ron came, shooting a massive load of cum onto Harry’s face, plastering one of his eyes shut in the process.
“Thank me bitch!” He ordered.
“Thank you, sir!” Said Harry, meekly.
“Good girl,” said Ron, “but your not done yet! Say ‘Ah!’”
Knowing what was coming, Harry made the required noise and opened his mouth. Ron unleashed a torrent of piss, soaking his face and filling his mouth. He stopped three times to order Harry to swallow, which he did, his humiliation rising to new levels each time.
“Hope you learned your lesson, bitch!” Ron snarled. “I’ll be back tomorrow to make sure you did!”
The cocks pulled out of the holes and four steps of feet retreated to the door. Hermione tapped on Harry’s shoulder, and he spun to face her. As soon as he did she slapped him hard across the face and then again on his balls. He cried out in pain and fell to the floor, curling into a fetal position, cupping his balls.
“What the fuck were you thinking, Harry?” Demanded Hermione.
“I’m sorry!” He sobbed.
“It doesn’t matter how small he is! He’s a pureblood, and you’re just a sissy cuckold whore! You and I are lower than everyone else in this castle! You’re just a set of holes! Just accept that and act like it!”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Harry, weakly.
“Good boy,” she said, stroking his head. “Now, a reward isn’t off the table yet, but no more acting up. Understood?”
“Good! Now clean this cum off my face before our next customers get here!”
For the next hour and a half, Harry and Hermione sucked a continuous succession of cocks. After each pair, trio, or foursome, Hermione would kiss Harry, sharing cum between their mouths or making him lick cum off her face and breasts. It was nearly time to get cleaned up and head to Herbology when the door opened one last time and three sets of feet entered the bathroom. Once again, and to his horror, Harry immediately recognized the voices.
“Crabbe, Goyle,” drawled a familiar voice, “You two go first and see how they are. Blaise and I will wait.”
“Okay, Draco!” Grunted Crabbe’s thick voice.
Once again, two cocks entered into the stall. The one in front of Hermione was about seven-inches long and nearly three-inches wide. The one facing Harry was a similar length, but thicker. Harry was on the verge of rebelling again when he felt Hermione’s hand close around his caged cock and squeeze threateningly. Gulping, he leaned forward and took the elephantine cock into his mouth, nearly gagging at the foul, unwashed taste, and very nearly dislocated his jaw.
Fortunately for him, it seemed as though Crabbe or Goyle — it hardly mattered which one it was — had little by the way of endurance, and it was mere minutes before a thick dribble of cum oozed out onto his tongue, tasting nearly as foul as the cock it came from.
“If you two dolts are done,” said Blaise, “Draco and I want to get at these sluts. Scram.”
The two dunderheads thumped out of the room and Draco and Blaise moved to occupy the two stalls. Harry’s heart sank when a cock as pale as milk entered the hole on his side. He’d already had to suck the cock of his best friend, but now it was the cock of his worst enemy staring him in the face. Worse than that was the fact that Harry had to acknowledge how attractive Malfoy’s cock was: nearly eight inches long, think enough that his hand could barely wrap around it, covered in perfectly smooth white skin, nestled in a manicured patch of pale blonde hair, and capped with a bulbous purple head.
From the other side of the stall he could hear Hermione slurping away at Blaise’s cock. Knowing he had no choice, he reached out and took Malfoy’s cock into his mouth.
After a few minutes of sucking, Blaise called over the stall.
“Hey, Draco! How’s your slut’s mouth?”
“Mediocre at best,” called Draco, “She needs some lessons.”
“Well, if she’s not up to snuff, we can always…” he muttered an incantation and the holes on each side of the stall expanded. “Stick you asses through, whores!”
Hermione immediately, and enthusiastically swung the whole lower half of her body through the hole. Harry meanwhile, and with great trepidation, attempted to perch his ass through the hole without exposing his cock. He could hear Malfoy laugh as his ass was exposed through the hole.
“Ha!” He called. “Mine’s such a whore she only wants it in the ass! Got a plug in there and everything!”
“Well then give the whore what she wants!” Called Blaise.
Draco roughly tugged the plug out of Harry and, without any sort of lube, shoved his slimy cock into Harry’s ass. Harry’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head and he gasped in pain as Malfoy’s cock plundered his hole deeper than anything else ever had.
Seeing his reaction, Hermione laughed and whispered, “Poor baby,” before pulling him into a deep kiss, their faces mashing into each other as they were both pounded from behind.
To his undying shame, Harry could feel the pressure building in his balls…Malfoy was about to make him cum! He pulled his mouth away from Hermione’s and whispered to her.
“Can I come, Hermione?”
“I’m not in charge right now! You’ll have to ask. Like this.” She replied, before raising her voice. “Can I cum now, sir?” Blaise laughed.
“Whenever you want, slut!”
“Thank you, sir!” Screamed Hermione, before descending into a shaking orgasmic mess.
Harry steeled himself, really hoping that the spells would disguise his voice.
“Can I cum too, sir?” He asked, as loud as he dared. Blaise laughed.
“Call me Master Draco when you ask whore,” ordered Draco, before calling to Blaise again. “Slut’s going to cum just from getting her ass fucked!”
Hermione, starting to recover from her orgasm, smirked at Harry.
“Can I please cum, Master Draco?” Asked Harry, too far gone in pleasure to care about the shame anymore.
“Not until I do, whore. Three…two…ONE!” Draco slammed his cock as deep into Harry’s ass as it could, his hard abs resting against Harry’s soft cheeks. As he flooded Harry’s ass with cum, Harry’s own cock spurted meekly onto the floor and his body convulsed in pleasure. As Draco’s cock continued to pump, Harry slid forward bonelessly through the hole, collapsing onto the filthy bathroom floor. The hole closed up to its original size as Harry’s ass left it, leaving Draco’s cock, still cumming, sticking through. A few more streams of cum landed on Harry before Hermione stretched forward and took Draco’s cock in her mouth, capturing the last of his cum.
At almost the same time, Blaise let out a loud grunt and flooded Hermione’s cunt with his seed. As it filled to overflowing, and Hermione, too, collapsed forward onto the floor, Blaise directed his last jets of cum straight at Harry’s face, laughing. Unlike on Draco’s side, his hole remained wide open, giving him a clear view of the two cum-soaked and exhausted sluts. He laughed again.
“You two better get cleaned up! Classes start in fifteen minutes! C’mon, Draco!”
As they left, Hermione groaned and slid herself over towards Harry, grabbing the butt plug that Malfoy ad discarded. With almost no effort, she slid it into Harry’s ass, capturing the remainder of Malfoy’s cum inside him. Next, she directed her wand at her own inflamed pussy, muttering a spell that created a magical barrier to keep Blaise’s cum inside her. Then she pulled Harry into a kiss, sharing Malfoy’s cum with him, and licking some of Blaise’s — not to mention the many other boys’ — cum off of his cheeks and nose in the process. Harry timidly returned the favor, and was leaning down to clean Hermione’s breasts when she stopped him.
“We don’t have time for that now!” She chided, conjuring a small glass bottle. With a wave of her wand, the remaining cum flowed off both of their bodies and into the bottle, which she stoppered. “We’ll save that for latter. Now…scourgify!”
Their bodies were immediately as clean as they had been before their cock-sucking service had begun. Finally, she summoned clothes for them. She quickly pulled on a pink silk thong, stockings, a lacy white bra, and her uniform. Harry couldn’t help but notice that her heels were slightly higher than usual, her skirt slightly shorter, and her sweater considerably tighter.
The clothes she tossed him were slightly different than those he had dressed in that morning. For one thing, she had given him a pair of stockings in addition to his socks, complete with a garter belt, and the panties were not the green silk of earlier, but a small pair of white panties with pink hearts.
“Hermione?” He asked, tentatively, letting his voice trail off to leave the question hanging in the air.
“They’re mine!” She said. “I outgrew them, but I thought they would look cute on you! The stockings are mine, too! I think you should start wearing stockings every day! Don’t worry, if you put your socks on over them, no one will ever know. Now hurry up! I won’t be late to class!”
Harry obediently donned the stockings, garter belt, and panties, which were slightly tight, but displayed his cage prominently. As he tugged on the rest of his clothes and collected his bag, Hermione called out: “Dobby?”
Obedient as ever, the elf appeared instantly.
“Yes, Miss Hermione?” Said the elf.
“Could you bring Harry and me a few bacon sandwiches to eat on the way to class? We’ve only had a liquid breakfast so far.”
Harry blushed as the elf disappeared to comply with the request.
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