Don't interrupt the ritual.

You stare at the statue for what seems like forever. You're only jolted out of your trance by rough hands grabbing you. You look around wildly. Somehow, and you don't know how, Zabini has managed to sneak up of you. He shepherds you into the clearing.

"Look who I found spying on us", Zabini says triumphantly.

"I wasn't spying—" you begin to argue, but Malfoy slaps you across the face.

"Don't talk", he hisses. "I know you're spying on us. I've seen you do it before. You're too curious for you own good."

You glare up at Malfoy, angry at his words. The Slytherins chuckle as you try to pull away from Zabini's grip.

"Don't try to escape", Zabini says teasingly, gripping your cloak tightly. "You don't want the consequences."

"Let me go!" you yell. "I haven't done anything wrong."

"I'm not sure about that", Malfoy replies. "Take him to the idol", he says to Zabini.

You struggle again against the dark Slytherin, but Zabini is tall and heavily built, and much stronger than you. He pushes you, and you fall on your knees. Immediately, you surge to your feet again, hoping to catch the Slytherins off guard. You barrel into Zabini, and he topples over. You swerve around Malfoy as he dives to catch you. You have almost reached the trees when something winds around your legs, and you fall heavily. Looking up from the ground, you see Nott standing above you, his want pointing at your head.

"Don't move, Potter", he says.

Malfoy and Zabini move to stand next to him. Zabini is sporting a scratch down one cheek.

"You'll pay for this, Potter", he snarls, and starts forward.

Malfoy rests a hand on his friend's arm, and Zabini steps back again.

"Back to the idol", Malfoy says. "And let's not let him escape this time."

The Slytherins carry you back to the statue. The bonds that Nott shot at you are tight enough to be painful. Zabini hold your arms tightly as well. Although he isn't allowed to hurt you, Zabini isn't being gentle, and his tight grip nearly makes you yell in pain. Only your pride and self-control stop you. The Slytherins drop you on the ground in front of the statue, and remove your bonds. Before you can do anything, they have returned to their positions around the statue, and begin to chant again. You feel the statue pulse again, but from close up, the light and feelings it emanates are overpowering. You sink into a trance, deeper than before, as your proximity to the statue sends waves of pains through your body. When the Slytherins stop chanting, and the statue stops emanating, you feel a surge of relief, which is quickly tempered by the realisation that you can't move. You try to struggle, but your limbs won't obey you.

"The idol controls you now", you hear Malfoy say from somewhere out of sight above you. "Anything I say, you'll do."

"Can I get my **** now?" Zabini asks.

"Yes", Malfoy replies. "Stand up, Potter."

To your surprise, you immediately respond to Malfoy's order by getting to your feet. You try to control your limbs, but they still won't listen to you. You begin to panic. These Slytherins could do anything to you, and you won't be able to stop them. As if they can see your panic and anguish, the three Slytherins smirk at you.

"Now strip", Malfoy orders, his smirk turning into a cruel grin.

You try to fight Malfoy's command, but there's nothing you can do; the statue's power over you is absolute. You quickly and unceremoniously take off your clothes, and drop them at your feet on the floor, then stand in the centre of the clearing, shivering in the cold. Inside, you are deeply embarrassed, but without Malfoy's express command, you can't even cover yourself from the Slytherin's prying eyes. Zabini steps forwards, and lifts up your cock with one hand. Nott sniggers as your cheeks colour with embarrassment.

"Look at how small Potter's cock is", Zabini teases, giving your cock a tug.

Malfoy and Nott both laugh loudly, and your embarrassment grows. Zabini tugs your cock again, and to you shame, you feel your cock twitch in his hand. After a few more tugs, you're cock is half-hard.

"Check this out!", Zabini calls with a laugh. "Potter's getting a boner!"

The three Slytherins crowd around you, and they each take turns to stroke your cock until it sticks out perpendicular to your body, fully hard.

"Who would have guessed that the Boy Who Lived likes guys?" Nott says mockingly.

"This fits into out plans quite well", Malfoy muses, turning his gaze onto you. "Potter!" he orders. "Jerk off for us. But don't cum."

Immediately, your hand grips your cock, and you begin to stroke it. You let out an involuntary moan, and hope that the Slytherins didn't hear, but your hopes are dashed when the three grins widen. Malfoy, Zabini and Nott watch you jerk off for a few minutes. By this time, you're painfully hard. In a normal situation, you would have already cum, but now, no matter how hard you try, you can't cum.

"Kneel before us", Malfoy finally orders, breaking the silence.

You kneel, and close your eyes, ashamed, although you continue to jerk off. A cold hand grips your chin, forcing it up. You open your eyes to see the Slytherins standing above you, their pants around their ankles. Three cocks point at your face.

"This is my favourite position for a Gryffindor", Zabini says. "On his knees in front of me."

"Definitely", Malfoy agrees, "though I would prefer it if this Gryffindor would be doing something else."

He thrusts his hips forwards, and his cock slides along your cheek, leaving behind a trail of precum. You want to move away, but you statue doesn't let you.

"Suck me", Malfoy orders.

To your shame and embarrassment, you immediately open your mouth, and Malfoy cock slides inside. He grips your head, and pushes it forwards so that you swallow his whole cock. It is only the power of the statue that prevents you from **** and gagging on it. You suck Malfoy's cock for a few minutes, then move on to Nott's cock, and then finally to Zabini's. Zabini's cock is much larger and thicker than Malfoy's or Nott's but you are still able to take it in without issue.

While you suck off Zabini, Malfoy walks around you, and lifts your arse into the air. He pulls at your balls a few times, then presses a finger to your hole, and pushes in. Under the influence of the statue, all your muscles have relaxed, which allows Malfoy to easily push one, then two fingers into your arse. Finally, he pushes a third finger into you, and you feel full inside. Malfoy's fingers lance in and out, and you moan onto Zabini's cock.

Satisfied that you loose enough, Malfoy stands up, and in one fluid motion, shoves his cock into your arse. It's a tight fit, but you can take it. Your pride takes a hit as you're fucked by two Slytherins on either side, while a third watches you and masturbates. You don't get a say in what happens to you now, though – Malfoy, through the statue, still controls you.

Malfoy fucks you for some time, then pulls out to let Nott have a turn. All this time, Zabini continues to fuck you without let-up, and only the magic of the statue allows you to breathe. Meanwhile, Malfoy still stands behind you, out of sight. You only remember his presence when you feel a finger press against your hole, no matter that Nott's cock is still inside you. You want to protest, to tell the Slytherins that your body can't take that much, but you can't. When Malfoy, Nott and Zabini pull out of you, you hope for a respite, but don't expect much.

You hear movement, but can't see anything. Zabini lifts you up, and slowly lowers you to the ground. You wonder at his gentleness, until you feel something press against your entrance. It's much thicker than anything you've had so far, and you realise that both Malfoy and Nott are lining up theirs cocks with your hole. Panic rises in you; there's no way both their cocks can fit into you. But the Slytherins work slowly. A combination of ample lube that appeared from somewhere, as well as choice instructions from Malfoy, loosen you up enough so that the two cocks can fit in. It's a tight fit, and you feel more stuffed than you have any right to. Slowly, Malfoy and Nott pump their cocks in a rhythm – first Malfoy pushes in as Nott pulls out, then vice versa. They speed up, and you feel bolts of pleasure run through your body as they each hit your prostate.

When Malfoy and Nott have reached a workable rhythm, Zabini presents his cock to you again, and you begin to suck it without need for instructions. Zabini grabbed your ears, and uses them to hold you in place as he fucks your mouth with quick, deep strokes. The three Slytherins let out loud moans as they fuck you.

Finally Malfoy and Nott shudder under you, and cum. Not long after, Zabini thrust deeply, and cums down your throat. The Slytherins pull out of you, and let you flop onto the ground. You lie there, cum dribbling out of your mouth and stretched arse.

"Don't think it's over yet", Malfoy says, as he turns you around so that he can look at your face.

He reaches down, and strokes your hard cock a few times. You instinctively thrust into his hand, hoping to get off. Malfoy laughs, and lets go of your cock.

"We'll have a lot more fun with you before we're through", he says.

The Slytherins troop off back to the castle, leaving you to recover next to the pulsing statue.