Defensive

You reach out to shake Malfoy’s hand. The moment you grip it, you realise that you’ve made a mistake. Malfoy pulls you forward and you stumble. Before you have a chance to right yourself, he kicks you behind the knee, forcing you to the ground. You groan and turn to see Malfoy looming over you.

“That was easy”, he says with a smirk. “Gryffindors are always too trusting.”

Malfoy raises his foot to kick you, but you roll out of the way. He curses, but this gives you enough time to get back to your feet. Malfoy’s initial move, however, has left you off balance. When Malfoy rushes at you a few seconds later, you only have time to move aside without being able to get a blow in.

Now that Malfoy’s back is turned to you, you have a chance to retaliate. You leap forward and grab Malfoy, but he somehow manages to turn to face you. You find yourself staring into his grey eyes. There’s a coldness in them that scares you; you realise that Malfoy will stop at nothing to win this fight.

You’re proven right when Malfoy reaches down and grabs your crotch. You release him in surprise and he uses that opportunity to sweep your legs from under you. You fall heavily onto your back. Malfoy steps forward and places his foot over your throat.

“Yield”, he orders.

You remain silent. Malfoy increases the pressure on your neck. Finally, you crack.

“Alright, alright”, you say. “I surrender. You win.”

Malfoy’s smile is as cold as his eyes. He steps away from you, letting you sit up and rub your throat. You stare at him in trepidation, wondering what he’s going to do with you.

“Crabbe, Goyle, prepare him.”

The larger Slytherins jump on you and drag you up. Their hands pull at your clothes roughly. Before you have a chance to do anything, your shoes, socks, cloak, shirt and pants are lying in a crumpled heap on the floor. You shiver in the cool dungeon air.

Malfoy reaches down and grabs your tie, using it as a leash to pull you to your knees. He glances disdainfully at the only other item of clothing you have left – a pair of old boxer shorts that you regret wearing. Malfoy’s gaze travels up to your face and you notice the expression remains the same.

“I’m giving you one chance, Potter”, he says. “If you don’t do exactly as I say, then the rest of the school will find you trussed up in the Great Hall tomorrow morning. Do you understand me?”

You nod. Malfoy currently has the tone of someone who is completely sincere.

“Open your mouth”, he orders.

You do what he says, even though you suspect what’s coming next. Malfoy pulls open his cloak and fumbles with his pants before managing to pull his cock out. It’s not the largest you’ve seen, but it’s still a reasonable size. You suspect that Malfoy generally talks it up; it seems like the type of thing he would do. You hold yourself still as Malfoy steps forward and places his cock on your tongue. It tastes a bit salty, but you’re grateful that Malfoy has showered recently.

“Suck.”

Your mouth closes around Malfoy’s cock and you slide your tongue over the head. You’ve realised that the best way to get out of this is to do exactly what Malfoy says and keep him happy. You’re thankful to hear a low moan from him in response. Sucking Malfoy’s cock may be a way to get information from him at other times, you reason to yourself.

Malfoy thrusts his cock deeper into your mouth. You continue to slurp on his cock. He slides his hands into your hair, holding your head in place as he fucks you.

“Wow, Potter”, Malfoy groans. “Who knew you had such a mouth on you?”

When he finally pulls out, you remain where you are, breathing heavily. Malfoy walks around you and pushes you down so that you go onto your hands and knees. You hear him kneel behind you and feel him touch your boxers. There’s a tearing sound as Malfoy rips a hole in them.

“What do you think you’re doing, Malfoy?” you ask, turning to look at him.

“Someone shut him up”, Malfoy snaps.

Goyle steps in front of you and grips your head. You open your mouth to protest and his cock slides inside. It’s thicker than Malfoy’s, but shorter. You try to say something, but the vibrations just make Goyle even hornier. He chuckles as he fucks your mouth.

Malfoy, meanwhile, stands up and presses his cock against your asshole. You’re lucky that you keep your hole ready for any eventuality, because Malfoy makes no attempt to prepare you. Instead, he just pushes inside. Malfoy’s cock opens you up as he begins to fuck your ass. You’re currently fucked from both ends and unable to do anything about it, but on the other hand, it does feel great. You reach down and begin to stroke your hard cock in time to Malfoy’s thrusts.

Goyle doesn’t last long. He lets out a low moan and releases his seed into your mouth. You manage to swallow most of it, but a few drops spill out as he withdraws. You don’t get any respite. Crabbe takes his friend’s place. You open your mouth to eagerly take his cock.

Malfoy begins to fuck your ass hard. He can tell that you’re enjoying yourself and he wants this to be a punishment. However, each time he thrusts his cock into you, it pushes against your prostate, adding to your pleasure. Malfoy really needs to learn more about sex before he uses it to discipline you.

After a few more minutes, you reach your limit. You let out a loud moan as you cum onto the ground. Crabbe lasts a minute longer. He pulls his cock out of your mouth and jerks off until he cums onto your face. Now, only Malfoy remains. He grips your hips tightly as he fucks you.

“Oh, Malfoy, please, more!” you moan. “That feels so good!”

You almost feel his anger grow as you tease him. He fucks you even harder, but you’re used to more than he can give. You tighten your ass around his cock, increasing Malfoy’s pleasure as he fucks you. Finally, Malfoy grunts and thrusts deep into you. He holds himself in place as he unloads his seed. When he pulls out and releases you, you slump to the ground. Malfoy quickly dresses and looms over you.

“I hope you’ve learnt your lesson”, he says.

Malfoy’s menacing tone is undercut by the obvious desire still in his eyes. You wink surreptitiously at him.

“I’ll never cross you again”, you reply insincerely.

Malfoy glares at you once again before spinning around and stalking back to the Slytherin Common Room. His cronies follow him, glancing back and sniggering at your prone form until they’re out of sight.

You carefully pull yourself back into a sitting position. You have cum all over your face and dripping out of your ass. Your clothes are all creased and your boxers are torn. You need to clean yourself up before you continue.