Hero's down fall...

The dark haired now legendary lad, waved for his red headed best mate to go on back to Gryffindor house. While he climbed the stairs in the Hogwarts clock tower, the four massive pendulums swinging back and forth lazily. He had been asked to meet here by a old friend, on a matter that he was told that was both private and important. It was a long climb to get to the top, as the sound of the giant clocks gears and mechanisms grew louder. Which was what made this place a good spot for a secret meeting... most sounds would be drown out by the great clock. And so it wasn't until Harry started climbing the last short flight of steps, that he heard the raised voices and the sound of fist striking flesh. Throwing caution aside he raced up the steps onto the old wooden catwalk, watching as Neville reeled backwards as blood dribbled down out of his nostrils. The pudgy lad sprawled on the worn wooden decking, as Draco Malfoy stalked towards him with balled up fists. Racing forwards heroic Harry Potter placed himself between the Slytherin lad and Neville.

“Back off Malfoy...” Harry snarled whipping his wand out of the sleeve of his shirt, as the blonde lad stood there sneering at him coolly. Harry shocked to feel his John Thomas harder that it had been since the end of the war with Voldemort. Stiffer even than he got for Jenny, was conflict arousing him in away even sex could not.

“Always playin' the hero aye Potter.” Draco spat as he looked into those eyes dark green eyes, nervously licking his thin lip's as they faced off. “Your not going to win this one...” Draco promised lifting his empty hands up, but not stepping back nor looking any less aggressive.

“Back off Malfoy or I will jinx yo...” Harry started to snarl, as a sickly reddish light flared around him. He didn't hear the spell coming... but there was a brief electric jolt. He just had time to wonder who had jinxed him and then he was falling into utter blackness. Draco watched Harry Potter collapse like a marionette who's strings had been cut, laying face down on the rough wooden boards.

“Well done Pooftah... now pull his trousers down for me.” The sneering blonde haired lad ordered, as Neville sat up reaching under Harry's body the unbutton his uniform trousers. Before skinning them down the **** lads naked legs, exposing the red and gold athletic supporter he was wearing underneath. “Right...” Draco snickered lewdly, as he unbutton his own trousers as he got ready to have fun with the **** lad who lived. When that same reddish light flared, the handsome blonde lad dropping like a sack of Bubotubers.

“What a moron...” Blaise snorted as he stepped out of the shadows... moving over to the sprawled figure of Draco Malfoy. “Like I would ever let a Git like him have this pleasure.” Kneeling down Blaise pulled down Draco's trousers, taking out a second Goblin silver butt plug. Gesturing at it with his wand, making a shiny layer of lubrication bead on its surface. Spreading those arse cheeks Blaise spread, as he inserted it slowly up his fellow Slytherin's anus. “There now everything he does to Potter... will be done to him as well.” Blaise flashed Neville a wide white toothed smile, before he moved over to stand between Harry's wide spread legs...

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“Uhuuuuu fuckin' hell.” Harry moaned as he slowly awoke, his back passage throbbing as he came to his senses. The cool air and rough wooden planks, making him slowly aware of his trousers being gone. He half sat one resting on one hip, as he hand reached back to explore between his arse cheeks. Feeling the cold hard metal base of the butt plug, grasping it he tried to pull it out. Only to have his fingers slip right through it, after two more tries he came to realize that this toy had a spell on it to keep him from removing it.

“Ohooo... Ohooo wha... happened?” Neville grunted as he awoke, sitting up to flash Harry that stunned, confused looked he was kind of known for. “Ahem Harry whats... Whats this?” He asked grabbing and tugging on the shiny shiny chastity cage on his dangly-bits, even as he watched Harry wince.

“It looks like... Malfoy left you a gift as well.” Harry grunted climbing to his feet and looking around for his trousers. His shoes were laying close by, but he found the trousers laying back across the catwalk where Malfoy had been standing. Walking over Harry picked them up, quickly pulling them on his paused as he tried to button them. They seemed a bit to tight, like they were made for a more slender lad. 'Wait had Malfoy picked up the wrong trousers?' Shoving his hands into his pockets, Harry found a bit of folded up parchment. Unfolding he he saw a line of non verbal magical command phrases, taking out his wand Harry flicked it as he silently thought the first phrase. “OHO!” He moaned as that butt plug began to vibrate inside of him, his limp cock stiffening instantly as the vibrations grew stronger. Leaning back against the hand railings, as he moaned and whimpered as the pleasure grew within him. And then the orgasm came, but it was unlike any he had ever had in his life. It began with a burning tingle along the underside of his stiff erection... building into a kind of slow motion orgasm. As those powerful vibrations milked the pleasure and cum out of him, leaving him moaning and panting for breath as Neville watched in awe.

“Well that looked fun...” He moaned softly, tugging ineffectively at the chastity cage on his junk. Making Harry frown, as he realized that things could certainly have went worse for him.

“Dunno...” Harry grunted handing him the parchment, Neville took it looking it over for a minute. “Try the first one.” Harry advised as Neville fumbled around for his wand, finally finding it he waved it over the cage which thinking the command. Suddenly he dropped his wand clutching the cage with both hands, as his round moon face contorted in pain.

“Owwww fuck!” He gasped sinking to his knee's, panting and whimpering in pain for a moment longer. “No... no that doesn't work for this cage!”

“Bloody hell... I can't believe Malfoy got the best of both of us!” Harry spat looking around, but the two of them were alone up there it seemed.

“Can't believe he's not here gloating about it...” Neville countered, making Harry nod his head as he crammed the parchment back into his pocket. Before grabbing Neville and heading back to Gryffindor house, Hermione would figure out someway to get these things off or out.