Smutmas fic, same old fandom: Part 2/2



Ron stood in the open doorway. He was panting as though he had run a marathon – which indeed, if one allows for dramatic exaggeration, he had, sprinting to the hut that had been pointed out to him by the selfsame young man who had escorted Harry.

Even though he was standing behind the distraught Ron, Harry noticed that the young man's sarong now revealed more than it should, a tantalizing bulge, a reddened glans that was gaping for air and attention. Had the young man been listening where he should not?

Harry glared his most potent glare at the young man, who blushed becomingly before realising that the glare meant business, and not of the pleasurable kind. With a fearful look over his shoulder, he scurried away, leaving behind in his hurry the swatch of red material, revealing that he was the bearer of nice, taut buttocks that, Harry mentally filed, might prove well worth investigating, but only if there was time.

Right now, he had an enraged Ronald Weasley with whom to deal.

Harry stepped so that he stood in front of Hermione, protecting her from Ron's furious gaze, unmindful of his now descending rod.

"What are you doing here, Ron?" he challenged, knowing that capturing the offensive was of topmost importance.

Ron sputtered, "What am I...I...I...?"

"I don't remember inviting you," said Harry coldly.

"Not invite me?" Ron's eyes narrowed dangerously. "No, you didn't. But you certainly seem to have invited my wife. My wife. Oh, Merlin, Hermione," his voice turned plaintive, "how could you?"

Hermione stepped out from behind Harry's protection. She planted her hands on her hips, jutting them out so that Ron's eyes slipped to her femininity, where, even though the thong was black, he could see that the material was shiny from the juices of her arousal.

"I am here, Ronald, because I am tired of the mundane, the everyday, the boring regularity of our sex life. I want adventure, I want new. I want...I want Harry!"

Ron dropped to his knees, curling up on himself at the pain of her rejection. "Oh, Hermione," he moaned.

Harry rolled his eyes. With a quick glance to ascertain that they were indeed alone, that the taut buttocks were out of hearing and sight, he closed the door to the hut, leaning non-chalantly against it. With a wave of his hand, he cast a silencing ward on the entire beach hut then crossed his arms over his chest and sighed deeply.

Hermione was glaring angrily at Ron who was shaking his head, moaning all the while, "No, Hermione, no."

"Actually, my dears," interjected Harry, "I quite agree with Ron."

Both looked at him, Hermione's eyebrows gathering in a frown, Ron's pulling farther apart in silent astonishment.

With a smile, Harry snapped his fingers and his wand appeared, hovering in front of him. With a graceful gesture, he took it in hand, waved it about and Hermione suddenly found herself sitting in one of the cushiony rattan chairs, the ropes of white streaming out of the tip of Harry's wand wrapping themselves around her, confining her to said chair so well that she could barely wriggle.

"Harry?" she whimpered, looking for all like a lost child.

"Harry?" Ron found his feet and stood, wand in hand, pointing it at Harry.

"Not a good idea, Ron." Harry's smile had a discomforting aspect to it. "I'm the one being touted for next Head, not you."

Before Ron could get more than the first syllable , "Ex...", out of his mouth, he found himself spread-eagled against the far wall of the room, stuck, unable to move.

Harry nodded, pleased. "Been working on that spell for some time now. I think I finally got the last of the kinks out of it."

Ron opened his mouth to speak and found that his tie – for he, too, was wearing Muggle garb – suddenly filled his mouth, making speech impossible.

Harry snickered. "You have horrid taste in ties, Ron. That one looks much better when used this way."

"Harry!" Hermione had stopped trying to get away from the ropes that held her. "Harry, what is going on? I don't understand..."

"You? Don't understand? The brilliant Hermione Granger, the witch of the century, not understanding? How gratifying, my dear," Harry mocked.

Ron's mutters were indiscernible, but Harry guessed, "What? Not speak to your wife like that? Really, Ron, a moment ago you were angry enough yourself with her to address her in a threatening manner. What does it matter how I speak to her?" Harry ambled up to where Ron was plastered against the wall. He stroked Ron's cheek with the back of a finger. Ron's eyes opened wide.

"After all, what does she matter to either of us?"

"Harry!" shrieked Hermione. "You...you bastard!"

"Now, now, my dear, what kind of language is that for a mother to use in the presence of the father of her children?" Harry gestured and the coat Ron was wearing suddenly appeared in the closet. "You're wearing far too much clothing, Ron. Let me deal with that for you." Another gesture and the shirt hung next to the coat."

Harry placed the tip of his index finger in the hollow of Ron's throat. As he spoke, the tip delineated Ron's collarbones, the lines of muscles in his chest, played with the nubs of his nipples and slowly zig-zagged its way down to the line of flame-coloured hair that descended from the deep navel to disappear behind the waistband of his trousers.

All the while ignoring the horrified faces on both his 'guests'.

"You see, Hermione, my dear, much as I appreciate your performance in bed – and what a hot little piece of arse she is, isn't she, mate? – it is not really you whom I want in my bed, under me. It is you, Ron. You, with your fine muscles, your flat stomach, your wonderful arse. You, whom I want begging me for orgasm, an orgasm that I will deny for as long as it pleases me. Whimpering, pleading for my touch, any kind of touch, be it hand or whip. Oh, yes, indeed, Ron: my whip. Whose arse will be filled, awaiting my rampant cock to take you, to use you as I will."

Ron was all the while trying to pull back from that exploring finger, but couldn't because there was no place to pull back. Harry shook his head at Ron's futile attempts.

"NO!" screamed Hermione.

Harry winced at the sound. "See, not what I want to hear. Don't you agree, Ron?"

With a wave of his hand, there was sudden silence. Even though Hermione was still obviously screaming, no sounds came out of her mouth.

"There, much better. Now," leered Harry, "where was I?"

Harry turned his back on the now reddening face of Hermione to encounter the blazing mien of the man he had under his power.

Harry smiled at him. "Ah, yes. I think I was about to show you how much you will want to co-operate with my wishes."

Ron shook his head wildly from side to side.

"Stop that, sweetheart. You'll give yourself whiplash." Harry shifted his weight to one hip, brought a finger up to his lips and dramatically mimed fake astonishment. "Talk about a segue way."

Ron's head stilled as he gaped at Harry.

"But you're still wearing far too much clothing for that."

Instead of using Magic, Harry's fingers nimbly undid the button on the waistband of Ron's trousers, rubbing lightly against the sensitive skin of Ron's waist as he did so.

Ron glared at him.

Harry's smile grew more lecherous.

He slowly undid one button at a time, allowing his fingers to caress the skin each one revealed.

"Why, Ron. Commando?" Harry grinned. "Whoever would have thought... My, my, Hermione, you never mentioned Ron's little proclivity. If you had, I would certainly have made it my priority to investigate Ron's...talents much sooner."

Ron's words were muffled by the tie, but Harry only smiled. "Oh, now. Methinks Ronny doth protest too much."

With a wave of his hand, the trousers disappeared revealing that – though it was not as impressive as Harry's equipment – Hermione had certainly no cause to complain about her husband's tool.

"Very nice." Harry stepped back to admire the view.

A naked Ron, skin a purer white than that of his wife, seeded here and there with a scattering of rust-coloured freckles, arms and legs lightly hued peach from the growth of soft hair, chest bearing only a pair of now pebbly nubs of rose-pink flesh rising on the hard pectoral mounds.

Harry smiled appreciatively as his eyes continued their appraisal, slowly descending.

Hard abs – for Ron was also in excellent shape, a necessity of his work as physical trainer for each new crop of Auror recruits – tight waist that led to narrow hips which framed the dense crop of flamed bush.

Legs were spread apart, allowing Harry to take his time to gaze on cock and balls that were nearly as nice as his own.

"You know," he sighed, "all those years we shared a dorm and showers at Hogwarts and I never had the time then to really...appreciate you, Ron."

He reached out with a hand and came close to touching, but didn't. Instead, his fingers caressed the air just above Ron's cock.

Which twitched.

Harry laughed softly. He turned to a wide-eyed Hermione. "I think, my dear, that you may not be the only one tired of your marriage bed."

She looked shocked at the idea.

Harry shrugged, catching the bathrobe as it slipped off his shoulders. "Yes, no need for this." He took it off and tossed it onto an empty chair.

With a wink at Hermione – she gasped, silently insulted – he strode over to the dresser, pulled open a drawer and removed a small leather bag that resembled a man's overnight kit. He brought it over to the bed, where he enlarged the bag before opening it.

"Now, then, let me see. What to start with?"

Hermione began trying to escape from her bonds once more. Harry looked up from his perusal of the toys he had brought with him. "Jealous, my dear? What? Did you think my little bag of goodies was just for your pleasure? Tsk, tsk. Really, Hermione. But still. It might be fun to show Ron just the kinds of things that turn you on. A learning experience. Maybe he'll be better able to satisfy you and you'll be less righteously judgmental over his performance. Though," here he turned to Ron and reached over to grab his flaccid member, quickly squeezing it and smiling at its response, "maybe you too shall learn what pleases him."

Ron moaned. Not so much in protest, Harry noted.

Harry went back to his bag and made a selection. "She's very fond of having her nipples gripped; did you know that?"

He strolled over to Hermione, who was now watching him through slitted eyes, reminding him of a feral cat about to spit. "Now, now, Hermione. Behave yourself, or I'll punish you. Oh, not like that. I'll ignore you and your delicious body. You'll hate that, won't you?"

Harry walked around the chair and stopped at the back. "Now then, Ron. Watch to learn how your lady wife likes to be treated with anything other than kid gloves." He then leaned over and grabbed Hermione's breasts, hauled them out of the demi-tasse cups and squeezed hard enough that Hermione closed her eyes, tilted her head backwards, mouth open – though even Ron could tell it was not in objection to what Harry was doing to her.

Eyes on Ron, Harry bent over a shoulder and bit on the flesh that mounded between his fingers.

Hermione jerked.

The rise and fall of Ron's chest indicated that his breathing was far more rapid than it had been while Harry had been teasing him.

Harry moved just enough so that Ron could see the oval imprints of his teeth over the reddened outline of his hands. "Seems a little unbalanced, don't you agree?"

Ron only continued staring.

Harry bent over Hermione's other shoulder and repeated the dental imprints. "Yes, much better. Symmetry is so important, I believe."

Grinning, he called something over from his bag. "These are her very favourites. Aren't they, my dear?" The nipple clamps were in the shape of crocodiles, the clamps being the teeth that latched onto the protruding rouged flesh with great enthusiasm. "Picked these up in Egypt. Your brother Bill knows the most interesting little shops in Cairo. You should ask him about that the next time you visit him."

Harry gave Hermione's breasts a last squeeze, the imprint of his hands red against the soft globes. The little crocs flicked their tails in delight.

"Now, as I was saying, symmetry is so important."

He went up to Ron and grabbed his pecs – hard. Then harder still. Though the flesh was not as soft as Hermione's, it also mounded out between his fingers. Harry leaned into his grip, his eyes watching Ron for reaction.

Ron's eyes narrowed. No sound tried to escape from behind the tie that filled his mouth.

Harry smiled, pecked a teasing kiss on the stubble-roughened cheek closest to him and stepped back. "So, it's going to be like that, is it? You're challenging me? Oh, such fun, my Ron. We're going to have such fun, you and I."

The imprint of his hands on Ron's chest was darker and deeper than it had been on Hermione. Harry could even see the small crescents of his nails indenting the hard muscular mounds. With a snap of his fingers, something flew out of the bag to his hand.

"Matching pair. I do like to prepare for any eventuality, as you well know. A hard lesson learnt, but one that even you would acknowledge that I did learn. No more foolishly rushing in where wise men fear to tread. I think you'll like these."

The crocs latched on with far greater enthusiasm than they had on Hermione – almost as though they sensed that anything done to this body could be more intense. They almost purred with happiness.

Ron's mouth had tightened on the bite. His eyes teared a little, but he refused the droplets permission to leave his eyes.

Harry nodded approvingly. "Yes, well done, Ron. Now then, for a few more accessories."

Hermione, panting lightly, braced herself. Ron caught her response and his eyes went from her to Harry.

"Hermione likes extreme climaxes, so she has to wait a long time before she's allowed to come. But since she won't be the focus of my attention, I'll give her something to...shall we say, keep her occupied?"

Hermione licked her lips, swallowing hard. Harry stopped, looked at her then at Ron. "No, the line of sight is not right. I want her to see everything I do to you, Ron. Women, you know, respond far more to the visual that we give them credit for."

He checked the angle several time before he was satisfied and called Hermione's chair over to the far side of the bed where she had an unobstructed view of the wall where Ron was hanging. The chair shuffled slowly, as though afraid its load would prove too heavy for the woven rattan. But, finally, after obeying the few adjustments Harry indicated, it settled, with a sigh of its weave, where Harry wanted.

"There. This spot has the added advantage that Ron can also see what I do to you without any interference."

Harry, once more behind Hermione, reached down and tore the flimsy mesh that was the front of her thong. Hermione arched as much as she could.

Ron wriggled – or tried to – in protest.

Hermione merely licked her lips again.

A snap of fingers and a large – impossibly large – purple phallus rose from the bed, passed in front of Ron's astonished eyes, hovered a moment for him to get a good look at it before moving over to Harry.

"Yes, another of Hermione's faves. A little hard for either of us, no matter how well hung we are, to live up to, but then what man is ever thick enough to satisfy a woman's fantasy? But watch how she opens up for it."

Harry released several of the ropes holding Hermione in place, allowing her hips some freedom of movement. He reached down with a finger and took up some of her female juices to slick the phallus, making it glossy before taking the base in his hand. "Now watch, Ron. See how she likes to be teased with it before it goes in." He rubbed the head up and down the soft tissue of her labia. Hermione slouched as much as she could, lifting her hips to allow him more room to play in. Harry grinned and allowed the head to find the vagina before shoving it in with an abruptness that had Ron wincing.

Hermione's eyes closed, her mouth opened and her hips shifted so that the base could rub against her clitoris with a little effort on her part.

Harry shook his head. "Sorry. That won't do you much good. I've been working on this other little spell. No matter how hard you try, you won't be able to get any pressure from it at that point. Still," he moved so that he was facing her, "I'm certain you won't believe me. But experimenting should keep you busy enough for me to concentrate," he turned to Ron, "on you. Mind, Hermione, watch. You don't want to miss what I'm going to do to your husband."

With hand on hip, Harry assumed a mock contemplative pose. "I believe I said something about symmetry. Wouldn't do to forget about that now."

Harry snapped his fingers once more and once more a large purple phallus – as large as the other – rose from the bag.

Ron's eyes seemed to pop out of his head. Small beads of sweat appeared up on his forehead. He looked incredulous.

"Well, yes, I agree. It's a bit large for the uninitiated, but I promise I will take my time. After all," Harry smiled ruefully, "you're not Hermione."

Ron's muttered protests were ignored as Harry gestured and Ron's legs were slowly raised off the wall– but still under Harry's control as Ron quickly found out – so that his arse was more readily available.

Harry shook his head at the muffled sounds. "I think I want to hear you as I insert this into your lovely arse, Ron. I don't know if you know this, but I used to listen to you whenever you wanked in bed at Hogwarts. I know you always used a silencing spell, but yours were never all that good. I could slip by and listen to the delightful sounds you made."

Ron looked horrified then embarrassed.

"Oh, now, now. Don't be like that. You made the most glorious little squeaks and moans as you came. I think I want to hear those as well. Though they might be some time in coming," Harry snickered.

He called over a jar of ointment. "One of the problems with males is that they really don't come with their own lubrication. Not like Hermione who's dripping wet the moment you touch her. Ah, not for you? Well, as I said, a learning experience for both of you."

He'd used the time to generously grease the dildo he intended to use to prepare Ron. He came over to the man, showed him the details on the phallus – to Ron's wide-eyed horror – before whispering in his ear, "Trust me, you're going to like this."

With a laugh, Harry crouched so that his mouth was level with Ron's arsehole. He braced himself against Ron's hip while he nosed the back of Ron's cock, the darkening dangling balls.

Ron squirmed – or tried to.

With a final nudge, Harry abandoned the tightening scrotum to flicker his tongue around the puckered muscle.

Ron yelped.

His arsehole twitched.

Harry leaned in closer, bracing his other hand on Ron's buttock and tried to push his tongue into the now tightly clenched hole.

Ron squeaked as Harry sucked hard on the pucker. The muscle loosened and Harry's tongue darted in.

Ron's hips tried to buck. Harry pushed his tongue in farther, flickering it in and out several times before standing up and laughing at the shocked expression on his captive's face.

Reaching down with a greased finger, Harry found the small – once more tightly clenched – puckered entrance. He teased it with the tip of his finger, in a circular motion, until he felt the tightness loosen. With a small grin, he inserted finger into arsehole.

Ron jerked.

Harry smiled and ordered the tie to the floor.

"You fucking son of a bitch!"

Harry said nothing, grinned and rotated the finger.

Ron snarled, "Just wait until I get off this wall, you creep!"

Harry inserted a second finger, not all that gently.

Ron winced.

Harry bent his fingers, looking for...

"YOU FREAKING CUNT!"

...and finding a certain spot that had Ron gasping.

And unable to talk.

Harry rubbed it again and Ron tried hard not to whimper.

"Nice, eh? If you liked that," Ron wildy shook his head back and forth; Harry ignored his protests, "you're really going to like this." Without waiting for a response, Harry inserted a third finger and, with a rotating movement, got the muscle loosened enough for his satisfaction.

Ron gasped.

Harry pressed down hard on Ron's joy spot, pulled his fingers out and started to insert the phallus before the muscle could do more than close about it.

"Now then, let's see how long this is going to take."

With steady pressure, Harry pushed up against the phallus. Ron opened his eyes and closed his upper teeth on his lower lip. He glared at Harry the entire time – several long minutes – as Harry slowly manoeuvred the hard matter up his arse, filling him.

At one point, Harry glanced over his shoulder at Hermione. Ron's eyes followed him.

She was watching, tongue slowly tracing her lips as her hips rocked the little they could.

Harry moved, giving her a better view of the purple mass being absorbed by Ron's arse.

"Beautiful sight, don't you agree?"

Hermione swallowed hard then nodded.

"Bitch," whimpered Ron.

Harry shook his head and, with his free hand, lightly slapped Ron across the face. "Now, now. You watched when she got hers and you liked it. Don't try to tell me otherwise, Ronny. I was watching your cock. So," his voice harshened, "drop the hypocrisy. It turned you on. Turn about is only fair play."

And he gave the phallus a final little twist that had Ron whimpering. "There. Nicely ensconced. And they both come with a nice little spell that leaves them in until I say the word. So don't bother trying to eject it, my sweet," Harry stroked Ron's cheeks before giving each a sharp slap, "because it won't work."

"Bastard," murmured Ron.

Harry laughed. "Oh, you are so going to need punishment for that."

Ron refused to react to the taunt.

"But you're going to need at least another of my little toys before we get to that. I know. This is breaking symmetry, but blame it on evolution."

Harry went over to the bed, sat on it and smiled at the image Ron made, legs high in the air, the purple base of the phallus cupping the space between his hole and the back of his balls.

In spite of his protests to the contrary, Ron's cock seemed to have appreciated the use of the phallus. It was not rigid, but it certainly was nowhere near as flaccid as it had been.

Harry reached for something from his bag. "A little something so that things don't get out of control. My control, that is."

He held up the cock ring so that Hermione could see it. "You're not going to appreciate this as much as I am, but after all, it's my pleasure here that's more important."

Ron licked his lips. Harry's eyes followed the pink tip.

"Oh, yes, my pleasure."

Ron refused to look at Harry when the man approached him. He stared at the ceiling, closing his eyes when Harry gripped his traitorous dick in a slicked hand and began the kind of stroke that Harry knew Ron himself preferred.

"Oh, you hadn't really believed me when I said I'd listened in, had you? Slow, like this. Then a rub on the head, a rotation and then... Yes, just like that. Just hard enough for this to slip on and...Oh, by the way, these are called the Gates of Hell. The name is rather revelatory. You will think yourself in the hands of a devil before this is over."

"Dark Lord," spat Ron.

Harry shook his head sadly. "Definitely, punishment is needed."

He stepped back and pointed out to Hermione, "See how, in spite of all his protests, his dick knows better."

Hermione's face was spotted with beads of sweat.

"Turns you on as well. If I had known, I would have invited Ron to join us, my dear."

"Shut your fucking mouth, Potter!"

Harry tsked. "I said I wanted to hear sounds, not words, Ron. Another lesson you need to learn."

He stepped back to examine his victim. After a moment, Harry nodded. "Yes, I think that should take care of the front. Now for the back."

With a muttered word and a wave of his hand, Ron was suddenly facing the wall, spread-eagled once more. His hands were drawn above his head and, with another snap of Harry's fingers, the tie rose off the floor to wind itself around Ron's wrists.

"A spell would do the same, but I feel the visual adds a certain spice to the picture. Don't you agree, Hermione?"

Harry looked at the woman who was trying to rock some pressure onto the base of the phallus in her. "No, my dear. Try all you want, but as I already explained, I added a special spell to that dildo just for you. It won't give you what you want. But I won't stop you trying."

With a grin that would have made any watcher run for cover, Harry turned back to Ron. "Beautiful," he said softly. "All that lovely white skin, just begging for colour. A canvas is what you are, my Ron. A canvas that is in need of my special attentions."

"When we get out of here..." snarled Ron, his voice muted by the wall that was pressing against his face.

Harry tut-tutted.

Ron suddenly found himself being rubbed lightly against the wall. He couldn't stop the moans from escaping his mouth.

"Ah, the crocs love that, don't you find? I can hear them purring. And your cock. Any kind of friction should produce the most delightful results. Growing harder and no way of dealing with that until I allow it." Harry laughed softly as his hand caused Ron to rub a few more times against the wall.

"Prick!"

Harry shook his head, more for Hermione's sake than Ron's. "Ah, yes, I believe I said something about punishment."

He ambled over to the bed and the toys laid out for his selection.

"Now I know for a fact that Molly never allowed that kind of language in her home. I'm certain she would approve of what I am about to do." He reached for a suede flogger, flicked it a couple of times as though trying to get a feel for its balance.

He turned to Hermione, who was watching him with heavily-lidded eyes.

"One of your favourites. Still, I don't think this one will do for Ron. Let's leave it for your next visit, shall we? No, something a little more instructive for Ron. Something that will let him know that I mean it when I say all I want to hear coming out of his mouth are sounds, not words."

He dropped the flogger onto the bed and picked up a length of stout leather.
"Let's see how he reacts to this."

With no other warning, Harry took up position to one side of Ron and brought the strap down, across the white globes of buttocks.

Ron squeaked at the shock.

Harry nodded. "Yes, I think this will do nicely." He brought the strap down again.

Ron cursed into the wall.

Harry shook his head. "These keep on coming until I feel certain you'll know to keep your mouth shut...unless I order differently."

Another stroke and Harry stepped back to examine the lines of red that now decorated the white orbs.

"Fuck you," muttered Ron through clenched teeth.

Harry shook his head and angled his next downstroke to cross the lines of red.

Ron jerked and cursed.

Harry grinned. "I do love a stubborn man. It makes capitulation so much more delicious." He leaned over and rubbed the red lines roughly. Ron moaned.

Harry looked over at Hermione who was once more rocking on her chair. By now she had to know that she could never get any pressure against her clit, but Harry didn't think that she was even aware of her body's movements. Her eyes were glued on Ron's arse and she was licking her open-mouthed lips.

"Oh, yes, we really should have invited Ron to join us before today."

Harry smiled as he looked down at himself. He, too, was not immune to the sight of a well-built male spread out for his pleasure, awaiting further discipline.

He brought the strap down even harder and Ron nearly managed to pull himself away from the wall.

Harry laughed softly. "That's for all the foul names you called me. This one," the room resounded with the sound of leather striking flesh, "is for that Dark Lord crack."

He leaned over and rested his chin against Ron's shoulder blade. "You may call me Master before I'm through, but never Dark Lord."

Ron managed to turn his face enough so that Harry could see it was streaked with tears. "Never!"

Harry sighed. "Never say never, dear heart. That has a way of coming back and biting you." And he crouched so that his mouth – and teeth – had access to the heat-emitting globes. With a smirk thrown Hermione's way, he traced the lines that crossed the flesh with his teeth, deep enough so that they would remain for some time.

"Pervert!" Ron gasped through his groans of pain.

Harry laughed. "No wonder Hermione came to me. You are such a Puritan, Ronny."

And he pressed against the dildo that was nestled in Ron's arse.

Ron moaned.

Harry moved Ron up a little so that he could once more return his attentions to the scrotum that now hung so temptingly before him.

Ron did his best to muffle his response.

Harry substituted tongue and teeth for nose and got more of the sounds he'd wanted from Ron. The muscles in Ron's thighs spasmed as though he were trying to move them further apart. Harry waved his hand and Ron's hips were no longer plastered to the wall.

He took one of the egg-shaped testes into his mouth and sucked. Ron moaned and his hips jerked slightly – almost involuntarily.

Harry looked over his shoulder to check that Hermione was watching. She was. Mouth open, eyes nearly shut, her hips wriggling, body glistening with her arousal.

Harry reached up and slipped his hand between the wall and Ron. He smiled as he found what he wanted, then encouraged Ron's cock to surge against its restraints.

Ron whimpered.

Harry grinned. "I think," he whispered, "Ron understands."

Leaving his hand where it was, Harry rose to his feet. As he continued caressing, his mouth traced the line of Ron's spine, nibbling now and then on a twitching muscle. His free hand stroked flank, its fingers reaching over to lightly skim on the tight abs that twitched delightfully in response to the teasing.

When Ron's head titled backwards, Harry drew Ron down with a motion – and to a musical accompaniment as Ron's now sensitised body rubbed against the wall. Harry kept on moving him down until his nibbling, sucking, teasing mouth had easy access to the back of Ron's neck and, eventually, to an earlobe.

"See," whispered Harry. "This is what you wanted, my pet. This is what you've needed. Someone to take responsibility for you, to see to your pleasure. I can do that. I can make you come like you've never come before. If you think I'm exaggerating, you need only ask Hermione. When I make her come, I blow her head off."

As he spoke, his hands continued playing with Ron's flesh, arousing him, moving him back up against the wall until the scent of his arousal mingled in the room with those of Harry's and Hermione's.

Harry inhaled appreciatively. "Take a deep breath, Ron, and tell me that what you smell isn't worth waiting for."

Almost against his will, Ron inhaled.

"Nice, eh?" Harry pulled the phallus out just enough so that, when he pushed it back in, Ron shuddered and moaned.

Harry nodded and did it again. "You like that, don't you?" Again and Ron's moan was deeper, rougher.

Harry's voice turned seductive. "But all it is is a piece of plastic. Just think what it would feel like to have my dick deep in you, pumping into you, finding just the right spot...over...and over...and over again."

He pushed the dildo in for a last time. "This fills you, opens you up for me, but it won't give you the pleasure that you need, the release. Only I can do that."

Ron's hips bucked.

"Pleasure, long-delayed pleasure, Ron. None of this quick Saturday night crap. A long, drawn out session with me finally granting you the right to come. I promise you'll come like you've never come before."

Ron whimpered.

"All you have to do is as I say."

Ron cleared his throat. "Ca...call you...master."

Harry smiled as he stepped back. "That's all you have to do. Put yourself in my hands, Ron, and admit, after I make you come, that I am a master. Your master."

"Her...mi..."

"Oh, she gets to watch. That's part of the pleasure, Ron. Knowing that there are eyes on you, eyes that want you – because she does want you, always has, you know. I'm just a diversion. I deal with her pent-up frustrations from work and other things. Like I want to deal with yours.

"Think of it, Ron, all the crap from work, from the annual stupidity of the Voldemort celebrations. I can help you get rid of them, make it easier to deal with them in the future. Just allow yourself to give yourself over to me."

Ron made a small sound of indecision.

Harry carefully used his hands to further arouse his new sub. "Pleasure like you've only dreamt of, Ron."

Ron gasped as Harry's hands found his bound cock and played with it, making him moan from denied completion.

Harry smiled to himself. "I'm going to release you now. When I do, I want you to go over to Hermione and get on your hands and knees in front of her. Don't worry, you'll both like what I want you to do. I'll never hurt you. Well, never really hurt you. There will be times you'll have to be punished. I think you're going to need the punishment to convince yourself that you deserve the pleasure, but that's all right. I don't mind punishing you." His fingernails scored the lines of red. "Will you do as I ask, Ron?"

Ron swallowed loudly. "I...Oh, Merlin! I... Yes. Yes, I will."

"Excellent. But who am I?

Ron sounded confused. "Who? You're... Oh."

Harry shifted his weight onto and hip and waited. "Oh, indeed," he encouraged.

Ron's voice was low, as though that would make the word less powerful. "Master."

Harry stepped back and waved his hand. Slowly, Ron slid down the wall until his feet touched the floor. He took a moment or two to steady himself then turned to face Hermione.

His rampant cock was dripping, straining against the Gates of Hell; his balls dark with unreleased passion. His nipples were white against the dark green of the crocs' mouths. The paleness of his skin made the red bush at his groin seem aflame.

He staggered over to Hermione and dropped to his hands and knees in front of her.

And waited for Harry's instructions.

Harry came to stand beside him. He patted Ron on the shoulder. "Good lad."

Hermione stopped wriggling and waited to see what was going to be done to her. Ron glanced up at Harry and waited to see what he was going to be asked to do.

"For a first lesson," Harry said, "you need to learn to obey my orders immediately. If not..." Harry dangled the strap in front of Ron's eyes before lightly caressing his arse with it. "In fact, just to refresh your memory..."

The strap came down harder than it had.

Ron groaned but said nothing as his body absorbed the shock.

"Ah, so you remembered that I didn't want words. See, not that hard to give me what I want. As a reward..." Harry rubbed the base of the phallus, making it move in Ron, then quickly squeezed Ron's balls tightly. "Pain, but pleasurable pain. Odd, isn't it, but it works."

Ron dropped his head and accepted.

Harry patted him on the head.

"Now then, Hermione is responsible for your being here and I think we need to reward her for that fact."

Harry waved his hand and the phallus slowly pulled out of her vagina.

"She's very wet, isn't she. Look at how wet that dildo is. I think, Ron, that you need to clean it off before I put it away."

The dildo hovered just in front of Ron's mouth. Looking up, he bit his lips before opening his mouth. The dildo came closer. The only sounds that filled the room were those of slurps as Ron cleaned the dildo with his tongue and then his mouth.

Harry waited until Ron seemed to feel he had done as asked. "Open wide."

Ron hesitated. The strap came down and his mouth opened. The dildo slipped in slowly, until the gagging sounds settled and Ron had more than half of the monster phallus inserted in his mouth. Harry gripped the hair at his hips and held the head steady against his hip as he ordered, "All in. Swallow."

The gagging sounds returned and Ron began to try to pull away from Harry. Harry only gripped the hair tighter and managed to enforce the order with another stroke or two of the strap.

Harry waited until Ron's face had turned a deep shade of red before gesturing the dildo out of his mouth. As Ron tried to regain control of his breathing, Harry chastised him. "You're going to have to please me better than that, pet. My cock is close to that size and length when it's fully erect. And I love the feeling of throat closing on it. My pleasure. Remember, it's all about my pleasure."

He turned to Hermione, who was watching, skin flushed from the top of her bustier to her face. There was a small pool of liquid that had slipped out of her vagina onto the seat of her chair. "Be a good lad and lick that clean for me."

Ron moved his head enough so that he could lap up the secretions.

"While you're there, clean her off as well."

Ron glanced up at Harry as though checking for confirmation. The strap provided it. He yelped and buried his face in his wife's crotch. Hermione closed her eyes and managed to spread her legs further apart so that Ron's face fit in better.

Harry kept on caressing Ron's head, tugging now and then on the hair so that Ron pulled back and Harry could inspect his work. "Now then, you know your wife. Or you should. Bring her to the edge, but don't allow her to come. If she comes before I give permission, I won't allow you to come, no matter how prettily you beg."

Harry waited until the couple was well taken by Ron's actions to allow Hermione the use of her voice once more. Her gasps and moans were music to his ears. He even pretended not to see Ron's hand rise to stroke his bound cock, trying to grant it release of any kind. Harry grinned. Ron would soon learn that any kind of stimulation would only increase the need for release, not grant it.

Hermione's moans were rising in pitch when Ron slowly pulled back.

"No, Ron! Please!"

Ron looked up as he licked the wetness off his lips, and Harry nodded approvingly.

"Now, I think it's time for you to pay attention to me."

With that, he pulled Ron's face to him, and offered up his rod for Ron's attentions. "Remember what I said about my pleasure."

Ron gulped audibly. Close up, Harry's cock was huge. It was a good eight and a half inches long and wider than a hand span at base. Ron took a deep breath and began paying the proper respect that the tool demanded. He took his time slicking it down with his lips, spreading the pre-come dripping from the head. Then, when Harry indicated with a tug on his hair that he was losing patience, Ron opened his mouth wide and began taking in his Master's organ.

It was a slow process but Harry allowed him to grow used to the mass invading his mouth and, eventually, his throat.

To the sounds that emitted muffled from Ron, Harry had the added delight of hearing Hermione's as her unsatisfied arousal began abating. She watched in wonder as her husband's mouth absorbed a tool that she herself had never been able to deal with, at least not more than the head.

Harry wondered if she could hear the wonder in her own voice when she murmured, "Oh, Ron!"

Ron, however, seemed to be too taken up with his chore to pay any attention to her.

Harry waited until he knew that Ron had done his best, on this, his first attempt, to pull back. No use in discouraging his newest sub before he had mastered the act.

He patted Ron on the head as the man panted, filling his lungs with much needed air.

"Stand up."

Ron, eyes warily on the strap dangling at Harry's side, rose quickly. Harry nodded. "Now, lean over so that Hermione can have access to your cock. After all, just because you can't come just yet doesn't mean that you can't have some enjoyment."

Cautiously, Ron braced himself on Hermione's chair so that his cock bounced slightly in front of her mouth. Hermione looked at Harry.

"If you don't do as I say, I won't let you come."

She opened her mouth, her teeth clicking lightly against the steel of the rings. Ron moaned as her mouth took him in, as her tongue played against the rings. His head drooped and his hips bucked until the strap landed against his arse.

"Did I say you could do that?"

Ron whimpered and shook his head.

"Then don't."

Hermione suddenly got into the game because she began using her mouth, her tongue and her lips in such a manner that had Ron whimpering as his muscles twitched from the effort of not moving.

Harry went to stand behind Ron, using his hands to further inflame his sub, who was still doing his best not to move.

"Please!"

Harry laughed. "Now, now, no talking. I've got a cock gag that will fill that mouth of yours perfectly if you do so again. Sounds. Remember, only sounds."

Ron did his best to comply, but both Hermione and Harry seemed in agreement that it should be difficult – if not impossible. Ron's body was shivering, the small tremors running up and down his skin from his effort not to give them what they wanted.

Harry laughed lightly as he stepped away. Ron dropped to his knees, his head resting on his wife's thigh. With a need for some revenge, he turned his head and played with her clitoris until she was squirming.

Ron stopped just as Harry had decided to step in. Ron settled back on his heels, head down as he surreptitiously – or thought that was what he was doing – tried to find some ease.

He found himself against the wall, spread-eagled once more.

"No," was all Harry had to say.

Ron couldn't meet his eyes.

Harry came up to him and shook his head. "Punishment takes many forms, pet."

He reached for his wand and watched as Ron realised that invisible hands were caressing his body, stroking him, playing with his balls, with the phallus in his arse, arousing him until he reached the edge of pleasure/pain.

Harry sent the hands away and Ron sagged against the wall.

"Only I, my pet. Only I."

He stepped up close to Ron. "Tell me, pet, do you want release?"

Ron gulped, panting.

"I'll take that as a yes. Do you want my cock up your arse, filling you?"

Ron gulped again, glancing down at the living twin to the phallus in him. He met Harry's eyes and then dropped his. He nodded.

Harry smiled. "But Hermione also needs release, don't you agree?"

Ron glanced over at the woman who had driven him to the edge of unattainable release. He inhaled deeply then nodded, almost reluctantly.

Harry grinned. "Yes, well, maybe you can repay her for that little bit of fun she had."

He picked up his wand and suddenly, Hermione found herself in the bed, arms pulled to the posts, tied there by the white magical ropes that were under Harry's control. The motion pulled her breasts out of the cups of the bustier. Her crocs wriggled with the sudden freedom. Her black-clad legs were spread wide apart and her ankles were also tied down. The needle-heeled shoes added a sense of danger to the image.

"A real picture," said Harry with approval. "I love the contrast of black against all that white skin. Of course, I do prefer a contrast of red on white." He smiled at Ron, who looked worried.

"Now, now. I have no intention of fucking your wife. Well, not today. No matter how enticing she is."

Another wave of his wand and Ron found himself face down on the bed, his head resting on his wife's abdomen.

He looked up at her and then over his shoulder at Harry.

"Yes."

Ron's grin had Hermione wriggling on the bed.

Harry laughed. "Payback time."

Ron took his time. He knew that portion of his wife's body well and he used his knowledge to have her writhing on the bed, voice pleading with him.

Harry sniffed appreciatively at the scents that filled the room. He was as much turned on by the aromas of arousal as he was by the sights and the sounds.

He waited until Ron seemed fully taken with his bringing his wife close but never over the edge to join them on the bed. He knelt between Ron's legs and tugged on the man's hips until they rose. As Harry played with Ron's cock, he slowly removed the phallus, twisting it as he did so, getting Ron's attention. He had to slap him on a reddened buttock for Ron to return his attention to Hermione.

Harry tossed the dildo to one side and inserted a finger into the opening. Yes, there was more than enough lube so that he could...

Ron lost his concentration when Harry slipped several fingers into his arse, playing about until they found the spot that had him whimpering with frustration.

Harry's slap reminded Ron that he had other things to do with his mouth.

Once Ron was more focused, Harry aligned himself then slammed his rod into the welcoming hole.

Ron stilled and let out a whimper.

Harry grabbed hold of Ron's hips and rode him for all he was worth.

Ron buried his face in Hermione's crotch and her voice rose in pitch.

"Let her come, now," ordered Harry, panting.

Hermione's scream was loud in his ears. Harry grinned ferally as he reached down and, with a snap of his fingers, the Gates of Hell disappeared.

Ron lifted his head as Harry's fingers gripped his aching cock. A few pulls had Ron's hips rocking back into Harry.

"Now. Come for me, my pet!"

Ron's howl reminded Harry of werewolves at the full moon.

Ron's arse muscles continued milking him until Harry, with a sense of a job well done, allowed himself to come.

**********

EPILOGUE

They were lying in bed, Harry on one side of Ron, Hermione on the other.

Harry was the first to wake. He gestured lazily to send both sets of crocs back to their places until the next time they were needed.

He settled his head on Ron's shoulder and dozed contentedly.

Hermione stretched slowly against Ron's body and sighed happily. She reached over and stroked Harry's arm.

"That was something," she murmured.

"Yeah," agreed Harry, sleepily.

"Told you," murmured Ron, voice heavy with post-coital satisfaction.

Harry chuckled. "Your plot wasn't bad, but the dialogue..."

"What was wrong with the dialogue? There was nothing wrong with my dialogue!"

"'Unhand my wife, you dastardly villain'?" Harry raised his head to scowl at his lover. "Crappy dialogue."

Hermione snickered. "So speaks the writer who had us using grape jelly as lubricant last time."

"So? I didn't hear you complaining when we licked it out of you."

"I had to douche to get it all out of me. Pervert."

"Better than the sand," Ron said. "Remember that scene you had us play on the beach in Fiji, Hermione? I mean, I never knew sand could get in those places. So, if all you two have to complain about is dialogue, well, you can just shut up."

They lay quietly, recovering from the afternoon's game.

Hermione snuggled closer to Ron as Harry nestled a leg between Ron's.

"Good, eh?" Ron grinned.

"Yeah, it was." Harry sighed. "I needed that. The office has just been hell these past weeks."

"No shop talk." Hermione pushed herself up onto an elbow. "We're on holiday."

Ron grunted and pulled his arms back so that his head rested on his hands. "You sure Ginny doesn't mind not coming with us?"

Harry shook his head. "She hates these little holidays of ours. Can't understand why we all need to get away from the office. I tell her we don't all live and breathe Quidditch like she does."

"She's very understanding," said Ron.

Harry shrugged. "She doesn't ask what we get up to on these jaunts of ours and I don't ask her what goes on in the Holyhead Harpies dressing room when they win a game. Or when they lose."

"They're not doing much of that these days," said Hermione. "Bets are that they'll represent Britain in the next World Cup."

"Enough small talk," said Ron. "On to Act II."

Hermione met Harry's eyes over Ron's body and they both rolled them.

"I just don't see..."

"Hey! We agreed. No cracks about personal kinks." Ron smiled and he raised his arms even higher.

Hermione sighed, then giggled. Harry reached down for his wand and Accio'ed a small package from his briefcase.

He shook his head as he reached up to capture the cellophaned tube. "I just don't get why it has to be Nilla wafers."

***** That's it!*****