Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Peter's Hell ❯ Peter's Hell ( Chapter 1 )

Summary: Peter meets James and Sirius in the afterlife and they make him pay for being a double-crossing, rat assed, snot nosed fuck up.

This fic is inspired by fiercejinx's “Hell Hat No Fury”. I thought it was awesome, though it's K+. Anyone interested in seeing Peter get his due for being a treacherous basterd, I recommend you check it out.

Now, I never actually thought I'd write non-con but due to certain things happening in my personal life, I'm currently FURIOUS and Peter Pettigrew is going to suffer for it.

WARNINGS: This fic will contain Non-con, yaoi, oral, anal, humil, D/s, language, Treacherous son-of-a-bitch Peter Pettigrew torture. If you like this kind of thing, please read and review. If not, fuck off.

Peter's Hell

James and Sirius were leaning calmly against the wall. Dressed in billowing black robes, and stylish black boots, they both looked gorgeous but Peter only saw their furious eyes, the cold, steely anger.

James was smiling lazily at the shivering boy. Peter looked from one smiling marauder to the other and saw hell. This was it. He had seen what the Marauders did to anyone who crossed them. And he had been their friend. And he had betrayed them. Neither God nor Devil could save him from these two.

Before he could think of anything, Sirius strode towards him and with one shove, forced him to his knees. He knelt quickly behind Peter and entered him in one brutal stroke.

Peter screamed; the pain of the entry unbearable because Sirius had entered dry and he was well-endowed to say the least. Sirius chuckled. He pulled back almost all the way and thrust back in brutally, tearing sensitive tissue. Peter, who despised pain of any kind, struggled mightily to get away, but while he was fat and short, Sirius was very well built, tall and strong. The marauder held him in an implacable grip.

Sirius began a steady rhythm; each thrust would have slammed him into the ground, if it wasn't for Sirius's iron hand that kept him upright, the position causing him to arch his back painfully.

Peter had his eyes closed, tears streaming down his face when he felt a shadow fall across him and he opened his eyes.

James was standing in front of him, cock in his hand grinning ruthlessly at the prone figure. Peter realized what was about to happen and he closed his eyes and mouth tightly and shook his head desperately. Just then, Sirius thrust in especially hard and he couldn't help it. He screamed.

In a flash, James had him by the hair and he'd thrust harshly into the former marauder's open mouth. James's equally well-endowed dick hit the back of his throat and Peter gagged. His hands automatically acme up to James's hips, trying to shove him away, but James just laughed and captures both of his wrists in his one hand and held them above his head.

He gripped Peter's hair painfully and thrust in, pistoning his hips fluidly. Peter had barely enough time to take a shallow breath before James's cock hit the back of his throat again. This time, James held him steady, not allowing him to even move his head away from the onslaught.

Peter's eyes widened in fear. Oh God this has to be the worst humiliation, he thought. Choking on your once best friend's cock while your other once best friend rapes you.
He couldn't breathe. His nose was buried in James's pubic hair and his throat and mouth were stuffed with his engorged dick. And even as he tried to breathe, Sirius's hard, ruthless thrusts had him screaming; a scream which was muffled, choked by James's dick down his throat.

“You know what the best part is, mate?” James asked grinning and panting slightly. Peter looked up at him with wide horrified eyes.

“No matter what we do, we don't have to worry about you dying on us.”

For the first time, Peter deeply regretted the fact that he could not die. Because surely, surely that was better than this!

Just as he felt he was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, James drew back, allowing him to take a short breath before thrusting in and out again.

Behind him, Sirius was close. Peter could feel it because he sped up, his thrusts becoming harder and more erratic. Blood was now trickling down from his asshole but the two best friends didn't seem to care. Sirius thrust a final few times and then pulled out and came on his back.

Seeing this, James pulled his still hard cock out of Peter's mouth and let him go. Released from their grips, Peter collapsed right then and there, wheezing.

Sirius got up casually, dusted himself off and joined his friend. He looked down dispassionately at the half-unconscious man at their feet. Peter looked up at them gasping, with glassy eyes.

“Your turn, mate” Sirius told James, who nodded.

For a second, Peter didn't understand their meaning but then it hit him and his eyes widened in horror and disbelief. He tried to stand up and run but with reflexes born out of years of quidditch practice, James had one arm twisted behind his back and was straddling his legs before he could even move. As Peter continued to thrash wildly in his grip, James looked up at Sirius.

“Help me hold him down, padfoot.” Sirius nodded and next thing Peter knew, his face was smashed into the ground because of Sirius's heavy, steel lined boot pressing down on his neck.

Peter winced and groaned but one thrust and James was in Peter's well abused asshole. Every time Peter tried to even move, Sirius would press down with his foot, looking down at him impassive and arrogant as always, as if they were doing nothing worse than pulling a prank on a dishonorable slytherin and in his state of mortal agony and pain, it occurred to Peter that maybe that was true.

He had now stopped fighting and just lay there, accepting everything that the duo were doing to him praying that it would soon end.

After a few minutes, and what felt like eternity to the traitor, he gave up all hope, mind going blank, not having even the strength to pray, to wish for release. There would be no release. This pain, this agony. He would endure it forever.

Soon after, James pulled out and came. Peter fell into unconsciousness.

…

When he came to, Peter groaned, feeling each and every muscle in his body screaming in protest. He was lying on what seemed to be hard cold ground. He sat up slowly, wincing.

In the dimly lit room, two figures were reclining on plush, luxurious couches, placed at right angles. Near the centre of the room was a small round table with bottles of wine ad two goblets.

“Get up, wormtail.” Ordered a cold voice. Peter jumped at the voice, memories of the previous night flooding back.

Peter limped over slowly. James and Sirius saw the limp and smirked, exchanging looks. Sirius waved an imperious hand.

“Get me some wine, slave?”

Peter went white. “S-slave?”

James's gaze pierced into his soul. “Yes slave.” He replied easily. “This is your punishment. Your hell. You are our servant. Doomed to obey our every whim…”

Peter felt himself hypnotized y the dark, hate filled gaze. James whispered the last word. “…Forever.”
Peter shook uncontrollably, trembling in every limb.

“Didn't you hear me, slave? I said get us some wine!” Sirius called harshly.

Peter whimpered and slowly made his way to the table. He filled the two goblets with wine, placed them on the tray and slowly made his way to James.

Smirking, James took the goblet regally all the while holding his gaze. Peter bowed his head in humiliation.

Then he slowly made his way to Sirius who also smirked lazily at him and stared at him as he came close. Peter reached him and leaned down, offering him the wine.

Sirius smiled and with one kick to his chest, sent him sprawling onto the floor. The goblet of wine clattered and the wine splashed across the floor.

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