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Harry viciously glared at the person in front of him. However, whatever reaction he hoped for wasn't to be. After all, it's hard to threaten someone when they have their dick shoved down his throat. It's even harder when he’s naked, tied up, and being bounced on another's cock. The cum stains that littered his body probably didn't help either.
After Umbridge became the “High Inquisitor” she has blatantly favored select students. Almost all of them were Slytherins. Malfoy and his followers being the most prominent among them. Harry doesn't know why Umbridge stopped overseeing his detentions, considering she seemed to love making him suffer. But shortly after her new position, she practically gave him to those she favored, like a slave being sold. So ever since, they have been in charge of Harry's “detentions”. If she knows what they have him do, she doesn't mention anything. But Harry suspects she would be pleased if she were to ever witness his “punishments”.
The first day he was at their mercy, they immediately forced him over a desk. Tying his arms and legs down, they then vanished his clothes, exposing him to their leering gazes. He vehemently protested and threatened everything from dismemberment to death. But they just smirked as they produced a large hollow ring-like object, and stuffed it into his mouth. When he attempted to spit it out, they just spelled it stuck.
The object forced his mouth wide open, and fit right over his teeth. It was firm, and no matter how much he tried to force his jaw shut, he just couldn't. Soon, he watched in mounting horror as the Slytherins all started undressing. When they eventually revealed their dicks, Harry’s heartbeat quickened in fear, as they were all already hard.
One by one they revealed their cocks to Harry. Each boy was easily as long as his arm, and were thicker than his fist. Malfoy was the first to approach him. Grabbing his cock, he lifted it up and then let it smack against Harry’s face. As Malfoy led it down to his stretched lips, he started tracing the leaking head against them. Then he lifted it back up and smacked his face with it once again, laughing as precum splashed against Harry’s cheek.
“Oh how long I have wanted to put you in your place, Potter,” Malfoy drawled as he lifted his balls to rest over Harry’s nose. “You feel this Potter? That’s what pureblood cock feels like, unlike your pathetic member.”
Soon, Malfoy dragged his cock against Harry’s face until its head rested on his lips. With a satisfied groan, Malfoy inched his cock into the open mouth. As he slowly forced his way down Harry’s throat, Harry eventually started to gag. All he could taste or smell was Malfoy’s cock as he started to choke. When his lips met Malfoy’s crotch, he was subject to the longest moment of his life.
Malfoy just held himself down his throat, and Harry was starting to panic. He couldn't breathe. As he desperately tried to force in air, he only succeeded in causing his throat to massage the invading organ. Just as his vision started to blur, Malfoy finally pulled from his throat, simply letting the head sit on Harry’s tongue. As Harry gulped in precious air, every breath was tainted by the overpowering taste of the other boy’s cock.
His reprieve was short lived, as Malfoy thrusts his cock forward once more. As Harry chokes once again, suddenly two other boys come to stand beside Malfoy. They rested their cocks over his nose, and then Malfoy pulled back. This time as he gasps, the smell of the other dicks join the overwhelming taste. They leer down at him, rubbing their leaking heads against his face as Malfoy starts fucking into his throat.
The others seemed to have also reached the limit of their patience. Harry feels as hands smack against his ass, while even more dicks rub against his naked body. He could feel as precum was smeared across his skin, making him shiver in disgust. Then his attention was forced back on Malfoy as the boy grabbed into his hair. Malfoy’s movements were getting harsher and faster, until suddenly the cockhead was sitting just on his tongue again. With a breathy groan, the boy came. Harry gagged as his mouth was flooded with thick, salty cum. As Malfoy pulled back, Harry just let the cum drool from his open mouth, desperately trying to not swallow. But then he heard a noise that may as well have made his heart stop. The familiar shutter of a camera, as the telltale flash bloomed off to the side.
From there the rest of the Slytherins took their turns. Harry lost track of time as cock after cock was fucked down his throat. As the final boy, either Crabbe or Goyle, shot their load all over his already drenched face, he heard that noise again. Only this time the flash was from somewhere in front of him. All he could do was glare at the blurred figures in front of him, but that just caused them all to laugh.
Eventually most of them left, leaving Harry with Malfoy. The boy flicked his wand, releasing him from the restraints. But Harry didn't move right away. Exhausted, sore, and numb, he just quietly listened as the blond snobbily commanded him to return here tomorrow evening. After all, Harry has a lot of detentions.
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It's been over a month now of being the Slytherins’ slave. And Harry will not delude himself into thinking he isn't their slave. Because even though he no longer has any detentions, he is still being forced to serve them. And as their slave, he has to follow their rules.
The first rule was that he was to always be naked. And ever since Umbridge fully took over the school, that truly meant always. He has long learned to ignore the stares and gossip. They can point, laugh, and stare all they want. But him being forced to be nude all the time isn't what they are staring at really. Especially since Umbridge’s Inquisitorial Squad has many different slaves walking around naked.
No, they are probably staring at the accessories Harry is forced to wear. Painfully tight clamps in the shape of snakes hang from his nipples, ringing little bells as he walks. The ring gag is a permanent addition as well, that way anyone, and the Inquisitorial Squad has made it plain that they mean anyone, could fuck his throat. Around his neck is a tight choker with a loose leash hanging from it. On the choker was a metal tag that read “Halfblood Whore” on it. Not only that, but whenever the leash was pulled, it tightened the choker even more around his neck. Just so a cock could feel even better in his throat, Harry sarcastically thinks.
His own dick is locked away in a small cage, also in the design of a snake. Below the cage, a small rope is tightly tied around his balls. Hanging from the rope is a small enchanted bag that heavily pulls down on the rope. Inside the bag is a large collection of different dildos and plugs. Nott convinced Malfoy to add that so that way “all of the Halfblood’s toys are always with him”. And then the final accessory is whichever plug or dildo they decided on that day. Today is a dildo that’s been loudly pistoning into his ruined asshole all morning.
But all of this is connected to the second rule. That being he must obey and serve anyone, anywhere. At first this just meant that he had to listen to and obey Malfoy and the others. And that is why he endures the torture of the many different toys and objects on and in him. But as Umbridge steadily took over the school that rule evolved like the first one. Nowadays, if he is in class, and a classmate tells him to swallow their cock, he has to do it right then and there. While the Inquisitorial Squad doesn't outright have more power than the professors, they essentially act with Umbridge’s approval. And since Harry has had to do everything from swallowing cock, to rimming assholes in the middle of classes, this is a rule that Umbridge gleefully allows.
There are other rules, but they are essentially just different versions of “you will allow everyone to use you like a whore”, and “you will obey us”.
Well, they could also be staring at the fact Harry is crawling around, but they’ve seen him do that too many times now. It's just another form of humiliation that Malfoy likes to subject him to. The leash was chosen over something like runes or rope for a reason after all. Malfoy liked to walk Harry around like a dog, and when they reached a suitably crowded area, would pull his cock out and force it into his mouth. He’s already done so twice today, as the thick seed that drooled from Harry’s stretched lips attested to.
Throughout the walk, Malfoy is constantly trying to get others to use Harry. While out in public, the only ones that regularly take his offer are those in NEWT and OWL years. The opportunity letting those guys relieve some of the stress from the incoming tests. At first, Harry was livid as those in his own year, those from his own House, forced him to service their cocks. Forced him to taste their cum. But his thoughts stuttered when he realized something. And his anger was forgotten in the wake of this realization.
It was after Ron and Neville had flooded his mouth with cum, that he realized they were as long and thick as Malfoy. And from there the coincidences didn't stop, all the while Malfoy was whispering in his ear. The pureblood wizards that used him all had huge cocks. Especially compared to the muggleborn or halfblood wizards. Compared to him before he was caged. All the while Malfoy constantly fed into these coincidences, cause that’s all that they really were… Right? But soon he was starting to believe it.
Pureblood cock was just bigger… sexier… longer. They fucked him better, forcing him to feel every inch while ramming against his prostate. Made him choke and gag like the halfblood whore he was. Their balls were equally as big, and their cum was thicker, and tastier than others too.
When he first realized he was thinking these things, he immediately pushed back against those thoughts. It was just perverse purist propaganda. But Malfoy was nothing if not persistent. Harry was convinced that his tormentors were scouting the other purebloods. Making sure that the only ones that fucked him were big enough, while doing the opposite for the others. But soon, his thoughts repeated Malfoy’s whispers. At night, during the day, everywhere.
Harry is strong willed. He has endured a lot and hasn't cracked. When he was locked in a cupboard, he still had hope that it would end. When he was face to face with Voldemort, he didn't let fear or despair hold him. But there is only so much a single person can endure. When this all started, he looked for ways to expose Malfoy and Umbridge to the Headmaster. Looked for ways to escape this torment. But an opportunity to escape never presented itself. Day after day, week after week of nothing but cock, cum, humiliation, and whispers. So it was for the first time in Harry’s short life that he finally cracked under it all. And that was all it took for him to break entirely.
The moment it happened, it was exactly where Malfoy wanted it to. In the middle of the Slytherin common room, Harry willingly crawled and begged at Malfoy’s feet. He tried to voice his desire as much as he could around his gag. Even though there weren't any words, they all knew what he wanted. Laughter filled the common room as Malfoy smugly freed his cock, and sat back as Harry enthusiastically worshiped it. Swallowed it down to the base and sucked like his life depended on it. His moans echoed in the room, and were only interrupted when someone came by and smacked his ass. It was what he deserved after all.
From then, it was obvious to the rest of the school that Harry finally broke. Where once the boy’s “owners” had to practically force him to do anything, he now sought it himself.
In the Great Hall, Harry was seen gleefully fucking himself on some random Ravenclaw’s dick.
There wasn't a corridor in the school that didn't have at least one boy with a spent cock after Harry crawled on by.
In classes Harry was seen enthusiastically servicing any that motioned for him, if he wasn't busy being Malfoy’s cock warmer.
And at the end of each day, he happily followed Malfoy back down to his dorms. At the foot of the pale blond’s bed was a small nest of pillows, and that is where Harry stayed. Perfectly content and ready for any that woke up in the night and needed a quick fuck. Because that is all Harry was now- a toy to be used.
And he believes it with his whole being.
As a cock rams down his throat; I am just a cock sleeve.
When cum covers his face; I am a slave for their superior cum.
The moment he is bent over and a dick pounds his ruined hole; I love pureblood cock.
When his loose ass is stretched even more as two cocks are impaled into his hole; This is my only purpose.
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Harry silently looks on as Dumbledore leaves the Hospital Wing. It's now been a week since the Headmaster returned. The only one that was punished for what went on throughout the school was Umbridge. Apparently, the old man and the Ministry have decided that she used some powerful curse to make the school use those the Inquisitorial Squad enslaved. And the Inquisitorial Squad were being forced to enslave their schoolmates, with threat of the same fate by Umbridge. Apparently. So in response, any that were traumatized by “being used to brutally harass and hurt your friends” were given the opportunity to be obliviated. Those that were enslaved were given the opportunity as well.
Most took the offer. But Harry didn’t. And he knows that Malfoy and the other Slytherins didn't. He also noticed that Ron and Neville didn't either. Dumbledore may believe he is fixing everything, but nothing for Harry has, or would ever change. Even if he wanted his mind obliviated of these last few months, it wouldn't have mattered. The purebloods would have just trained him all over again. Oh there are slight differences. He may be clothed now, and no longer constantly wearing the ring gag. But he still has the cock cage on. He still has a toy making sure his hole is always ready to be used.
And when he leaves the Hospital Wing, there is Malfoy. Waiting for Harry. Waiting for his halfblood. So Harry silently follows him.
When they reach the Slytherin common room, it's very clear nothing has changed or been “fixed”. Harry instantly drops to his knees and crawls to the nearest exposed cock.
And when he is forced to return to Gryffindor tower, he doesn't forget his training. His purpose. As that night, Ron and Neville force themselves in his canopy and fuck him on their perfect pureblood cocks. And Harry welcomed it. This is his place after all.
As the school year finally ends, Harry just quietly waits in King’s Cross. As a pale hand finds his shoulder and guides him to a hidden alley, Harry doesn't resist. Even when that pale hand is suddenly holding a thick cock, Harry doesn't forget his place, and instantly kneels down and sucks the giant dick into his mouth.
The sharp sound of apparition echoes, but Harry doesn't care. He is crawling after the man, eyes focused on the hard shaft like it's a lure.
It doesn't take long until the familiar gag is back in place, alongside the many different clamps and toys. But Harry doesn't care, he is surrounded by dozens of superior pureblood cock. One is using his hole, another choking him as he swallows around it, while the others wait their turn. And when the day ends, Harry is back in his nest, at the foot of Malfoy’s bed. Right where a halfblood belongs.