Fan Fiction ❯ Bound ❯ Bound ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine, obviously, or else I would not be writing FANfiction and I would be making lots and lots of money.

Warnings: I blame this on Seamus, the kinky bastard. Oh, and Blaise too, he said he wanted to be more than Draco's sidekick. There is bondage (check the title), kinky sex-talking Seamus, sexy and mysterious Blaise and incredibly submissive (but not in a Dom/sub kinda way) Harry. Gratuitous use of the words prick, cock and fuck, sex between three, count it three, incredibly sexy 16-17 year old boys.

If any of that bothers you, than I would suggest you find something else to read.

Feedback is always appreciated.

Bound

Harry woke with the inexplicable feeling of being bound. It was inexplicable because he could not feel ropes or anything else around his wrists and ankles. All the same, his arms were immobilized over his head and his spread as though tied to the bedposts. As the sleepy haze faded from his mind, the brunette realized that he was completely disrobed. Startled, but not particularly embarrassed, Harry tried to remember what could have led to this current situation. As he pondered the predicament, to voices pierced his though the fog to his otherwise occupied mind.

He could not make out specific words, but the accents were clear enough, one rough, deep Irish brogue, one velvety British aristocrat. Harry smiled slightly to himself; without a doubt, the first voice belonged to Seamus. No one else in Hogwarts spoke like that. It sent a shiver up the bound boy's spine. The second voice, however, was more of a mystery. He knew it was not Malfoy; the other Seeker was petite, his voice more of a tenor, like Harry's. In his confusion, he must have made some sort of noise that alerted the other two boys of this now conscious status.

"Ah, so ya are fin'ly `mong the land o' the livin' mate."

As the two figures approached, the faces came into focus. One was indeed Seamus, grinning broadly. The other Blaise Zabini, a soft, mischievous smirk gracing his features. Harry started to get a tingling expectant feeling, looking at the other two males. His cock began to harden in anticipation, appreciating the hungry gazes of his two beautiful classmates. Now was the time to play along.

"What are you guys going to do with me?" A coy smile began to tug at the corners of Harry's pink little mouth.

"Why, my precious little Lion, we are going to shag you senseless." Blaise practically purred, a sound that went straight to Harry's prick as if feeling the vibrations that made up the words.

Without further preamble, the Gryffindor and the Slytherin began to strip each other as Harry watched in fascination, all parts of him taking notice of the incredible display of male-flesh. And then hands and mouths were all over him. Between not having his glasses and the pleasure that was clouding his vision, Harry could not really see who was doing what, but after a few caresses with hot tongues and soft fingers, he did not really care anyway.

While one dexterous tongue laved at his chest, flicking over erect nipples, gentle hands raised his hips slightly. Despite the valiant effort from the mouth suckling his collarbone, nothing could distract Harry from the moist muscle probing his sensitive anus. The emerald eyed young man screamed in exquisite agony as the seeking tongue drove into his puckered entrance. In the maddening pleasure, Harry heard a rough voice quietly speaking erotic words into his ear while he was thoroughly tongue-fucked.

"Doesn't Blaise have the most amazing tongue, Harry?" The bound young man moaned in appreciation, squirming in an attempt to draw that tantalizing muscle deeper into him.

"Gods, Harry, you are so gorgeous like this." Seamus continued to whisper, occasionally nibbling Harry's ear as his fingers teased the boy's pebbled nipples. "Mmmm, when Blaise is done prepping you, I am going to drive my cock so deep into your arse." Harry gasped as a second tongue snaked into his ear before quickly retreating.

And suddenly he felt so cold and empty and alone. Tongues and mouths and fingers left him as the weight shifted around on his bed. Then, strong hands were gripping his hips and a comfortable weight settled on his chest. In the same instant, Harry felt one blunt cock nudge his stretched opening and another probe at his mouth. As the Irish boy thrust firmly in, Harry gave a breathy gasp. The moment he opened his mouth, the solid body on his chest shifted forward, sliding the second hard prick down into his hot, moist cavity.

The dual sensations were incredible, equally appealing for all of their opposite intensity. While Seamus' thrusts were wild and rough and deep, Blaise was restrained, gentle, coaxing. Harry would have screamed his ecstasy if it were not for the steel and silk mass brushing the back of his throat. How he would have loved to grasp the hips of the boy sitting on him, wrap his legs around the other one driving into him so passionately. Bound as he was, he could only give himself over to the incredible pleasure. Relaxing himself as much as possible, Harry allowed both invaders to come to rest fully in his body. With as much coherent though has he could muster, the raven haired Gryffindor simultaneously swallowed and clenched the muscles of his ass. If they would deny him control, then he would seize it where he could.

That must have been some sort of signal for the other two boys, because they began to fuck him in earnest and in unison. Seamus was still harsh and near frenzied; Blaise was slowly loosing his ability to hold back. All in all, it was the most incredible thing Harry had ever experienced. The bitter, salty taste of the Slytherin in his mouth, the near constant friction on his prostate, Harry wanted to come hard and long, but, just as he was about to cross the threshold, he found the door securely barred. One more why in which he was bound that he had not noticed before, a gentle but firm pressure around the base of his weeping cock, truly in anguish now, denied him release.

Harry growled low in his throat, the vibrations stimulating Blaise even further. The emerald eyed teen could tell the moment that cool façade snapped, mostly because the other boy began slamming forcefully into his mouth, but some of it, he could see in the suddenly feral glint in the pale blue eyes. The Slytherin started to whimper, thrusts becoming frantic. While this happened, Harry could feel Seamus backing off a bit, as though waiting to see what is counterpart would do. Just as Harry felt the first pulses that signalled Blaise's climax, the boy pulled out and sprayed his release across Harry's face and chest.

`That must have been planned,' Harry thought, for, as soon as the satiated young man slid down and began bathing Harry with his tongue, Seamus was pounding insistently once again. Harry was crying out in next to no time, frustrated by a second thwarted orgasm. Seamus, the vicious bastard, had the nerve to chuckle between his harsh pants and rough fucking.

"Nah-ah, `arry, luv, you're mine. Ya don't come `til I say so." Harry moaned, jerking his hips to meet the cock that was filling him so amazingly, trying to force his climax.

"Who'd a guessed that the perfect Gryffindor would like this, bein' flat on `is back, completely out of control." Harry screamed his agreement as the thick body in his ass struck his prostate dead-on. He steadily became more vocal as that tongue, Blaise, something in the back of his mind reminded him, travelled farther down to begin lapping at his desperately throbbing prick.

"Mmm, all bound ta th' bed an' spread open, beggin' like a whore." Except, Harry was no longer coherent enough to beg for anything. While Seamus kept up his erotic little litany, he was sobbing from desire, almost to the point of pain from the pressure in his cock and the friction in his ass. His throat was too sore from the earlier fucking and screaming for sounds louder than moans escape, but not for lack of trying. So when Blaise took the swollen head of Harry's dick into his mouth, the emerald-eyed boy could only throw his head back, mouth open wide in a silent scream.

As the Irish teen's hips began to jerk more erratically, he locked eyes with the Slytherin, who inclined his head slightly, still mouthing Harry's prick.

"'Arry, I want ya to come for me, luv."

While Seamus gave his command, Blaise whispered a counter-charm that released the pressure around the base of Harry's desperately twitching member. With a hoarse wail, Harry very nearly exploded with the most intense orgasm of his young life. His whole body seemed to contract in on itself before finally relaxing. Just before he backed out, Harry heard Seamus yelp and felt the hot moisture fill him.

Harry woke with the inexplicable feeling of otherworldly satiation. Otherworldly because he had never felt so incredibly calm before. On one side of him a firm warm body snuggled close, on the other a calloused hand drew lazy patterns on his sweaty skin. Remembering the situation that led to his current state, Harry sighed his contentment.

"Ah, so ya are fin'ly `mong the land o' the livin' mate," a soft voice whispered tenderly in his ear.

Harry nodded sleepily before drifting back into unconsciousness, surrounded, protected by two who cared about him enough to know that he did not always want to be in control and cared about him enough to love him anyway.

~fin~