All characters fictional and over 18.
Harry paused, and listened.
Just barely audible underneath the footfalls and quiet conversations of the gathering room he was in, was a faint sound like thumping and creaking. It was coming from somewhere else in Slytherin house, but he couldn’t tell where. He could see little in the dim green light filtering through his cloak, but the quality of the sound made him certain the sound was coming from somewhere else.
Harry was pressed tightly against the wall, and he could feel a faint vibration in the wall in time with the thumping sound. Although he was invisible when covered in his cloak, he was careful to navigate rooms near the edges to avoid any awkward bumps. If the residents were alerted to his presence, the cloak would be of little protection, if any, once they started actively searching. He had come here only to look for the missing artifact he was sure the residents here had stolen, but there was something about that sound that drew him. Slowly turning his head from right to left, he reassured himself that nobody was nearby, and he slowly withdrew from the common room and made his way to the stairs.
Had he felt more free to use magic – or even if he’d been able to lift the cloak to hear better – he’d have been able to search faster, but luck was on his side, and he paused outside the third door he passed. He gently pressed his ear and fingers to the thick wood, and from within came the clear sounds of thumping, in time with a pulse beneath his fingertips. The sounds he’d previously thought were creaks sounded more like high-pitched grunts now that he was closer, and he thought he could also hear low-pitched, excited voices, although he couldn’t make out any words. He stepped back from the door to contemplate a safe way to enter, and thus barely missed the door hitting him soundly in the head as it swung open.
Taken completely by surprise, Harry sucked in a startled breath as he sidestepped the shape exiting the door. One of the older Slytherin boys, red-faced and grinning lasciviously, stopped in his tracks and looked around curiously. Harry stood rock still, less than an arm’s reach from the boy, as he looked around trying to figure out what he’d heard. He stepped further into the hall and looked in both directions, squinting in the dim light of the candles on the walls.
Harry took advantage of the distance to carefully step to the other side of the door, watching the boy carefully for any signs of recognition. The boy, however, had decided it was nothing and, with a shrug to himself, reached behind him and closed the door before making his way down the hallway, leaving Harry in the room.
The sounds were much clearer now, and Harry knew what they meant even before he turned and looked.
Draco Malfoy, who had just turned 18 a few days before, was on all fours on a huge bed in the center of the room. Apart from fishnet stockings reaching to mid-thigh, he was naked, his knees spread far apart, and covered in sweat. Behind him was one of the older Slytherin boys, who had his hands gripped tightly on Draco’s hips, and he was thrusting his fat cock deep into Draco’s tight pink hole. From where Harry stood, the boy’s cock looked to be almost nine inches in length, and of significant girth as well. Whether he’d used a <i>Phallus Expandus</i> potion was not clear, but he was very well hung, magically or otherwise. He was pounding Draco’s boipussy so hard that the thumping and vibrations Harry had to come to investigate were coming from the collision of their bodies. His heavy balls were swinging forward and making a soft “thwack” sound as they hit Draco’s much smaller scrotum with every thrust. He was occasionally slapping the soft, perky ass cheeks in front of him, and making lewd comments to the boy he was fucking. “Fuck yeah…fuck yeah…you fucking like that, don’t you, you fucking pussy? You want to be on the council? Take that fat cock like you know you want to, you fucking slut”
Draco did, in fact, appear to enjoy it. The creaks that had become grunts as Harry had gotten closer were coming from him, and they certainly conveyed the sense of enjoyment at his nether region being pounded. Grunts were all he could manage, of course, as his mouth was full of another impressive cock. Another of the Slytherin elders knelt in front of Draco, both his hands in Draco’s hair, alternating between jacking his dick with Draco’s mouth, and holding it still while he drove his hips forward and fucked his throat, raising tears in Draco’s eyes as he gagged. He was also loosing a string of filthy dialogue at the spitroasted Draco. “Oh fuck yes I knew you were going to be a good cocksucker the first fucking time I saw you, you sweet little bitch. Your fucking mouth is so soft and greedy, I could fuck it all day. You like it when I let you suck my dick, don’t you, you fucking slut”
Whether Draco’s grunts were an attempt at an answer, Harry couldn’t say, but based on the way he was arching his back and using his lips and tongue, he was indeed a willing participant in this spitroast.
His enjoyment was further fuel for the excitement of the five other Slytherin elders gathered around the bed, laughing, cheering, insulting, and occasionally reaching out to pinch his nipples or yank on his cock as it hung down like an udder. Three of them had their own cocks out and were stroking them intently, their mouths hanging partly open as they watched Draco writhe in ecstasy at the touch of his two lovers.
Harry felt his own response, and subconsciously reached down and began to rub his meat through his pants, safe beneath the cloak. He was perfectly silent, but moaned a little inside his head as his hand began to stroke in time with the fucking his rival was getting right in front of him.
All three on the bed were sweating, and had clearly been at it a while (although Harry had to wonder if the boy who’d left had already spent himself in Draco’s bottom or mouth), and all three were close. The boy doing the fucking changed his rhythm, and began thrusting into the tight ass in front of him even harder, the thumps getting louder, followed quickly by the groans of pleasure. The muscles of his abs rippled as he forced his cock deeper inside Draco’s sweet boipussy, raising the smaller boys knees right off the bed as they collided over and over. The onlookers who were jerking their cocks reacted to this by pulling their pants down even further and jacking furiously as they watched Draco stretched even wider. The guy Draco was blowing also got ready, adjusting his grip and sliding his knees forward for better leverage as he stuffed his cock even further down Draco’s throat.
“This is it you fucking whore – this is the initiation, you’re almost one of us” muttered the one using his ass. “I’m going to fucking paint your fucking insides now and try to get you pregnant, bitch” Draco’s moans became almost a whine of agreement, as if he did, in fact, want to get pregnant.
“Our cum is going to meet in your fucking stomach, you cocksucking sissy” growled the boy getting his cock sloppily sucked. He briefly removed his cock and slapped Draco’s face loudly with it a few times, leaving wet red marks, before he returned it to his throat and resumed his pursuit of climax.
Harry and the other boys watching were also close, their balls tightening as they watched the threesome come close to conclude.
With a groan that became a howl, the boy fucking him began to explode inside him, his balls visibly spasming and contracting as he shot load after load of hot cum deep inside his hungry tunnel. He spanked his ass cheeks even harder now, while he unloaded his balls. Cum had already begun to leak out around his fat cock before he’d even delivered his last spurt. He was letting loose a string of filthy dialogue as well, but harry couldn’t even make it out, his speech was so slurred by pleasure.
“AAAUUUUGGGGHHHH FUCK TAKE THAT ALL AND SWALLOW IT YOU CUNT SWALLOW MY FUCKING CUM I’M GIVING YOU FUCCCCCKKKKK” screamed the boy at his head, and he too began to shoot loads of hot creamy cum into his mouth. Draco tried to swallow all of it but it was too much, and when he really started to gag, his oral partner pulled out and just started indiscriminately shooting all over his face, into his eyes, nose, and hair, while calling him filthy names.
Any question as to whether it was mutual enjoyment was answered as Draco let out his own howl, his smallish peepee spurting little puddles of cum onto the bed, in a core-shattering handsfree sissygasm. As he rocked his hips back on the fat dick in his ass, cum squeezed out of his own little weiner as if it were being pushed out by the member inside his bottom. His voice, unmuffled by cock for the first time, just repeated “thank you fuck fuck fuck thank you fuck fuck fuck THANK YOU FUCKKKK” as his hips rocked and his own cum painted the bed.
The sight of cum pushed the onlookers over the edge as well – the elders around the bed all climbed up and squirted their dirty loads all over the center of the spitroast, who was trying to catch it in his mouth, or in his hand to rub on his own balls. Harry came quietly, but hard, shooting a medium-sized load into his hand. With nowhere else to put it, once he’d stopped shaking, he silently licked the salty sweetness off and swallowed it, relishing the taste and wishing it could be someone elses.
The boy who’d done the fucking was swaying with exhaustion and the intensity of his climax, and gripped Draco’s hips hard again to steady himself. “This has been the initiation of jism, required of all who would join the ranks of Elder of Slytherin. Draco Malfoy, you have passed and are now an elder, with all associated rights and privileges”
The onlookers, including the ones who’d jerked off on him and those who hand’t, and the boy who’d just creamed in his mouth, all clapped, casting spells to produce small fireworks and sparkles from their hands as they applauded. Draco collapsed in the puddles of cum on the bed, grinning and nodding.