Who is using who?

Blaise ran his finger tip's over his slaves magical collar, it was enchanted of course. Each time his sissy boi put it on, the hex reinforced his submissiveness to his master. The Gryffindor knew that of course, and still he willingly put it on every-time they met. Allowing himself to be modified over time, he wouldn't target other Gryffindor's at first. But now he was willingly stunning them, allowing his master to sexual **** them right in front of him. “Ahahah your a good little pansy bitch.” The tall black Sytherin snickered gloatingly, as his hefty testicles began to slap against Neville's chin softly. He enjoyed that hot gulping throat, as he pounded his long black cock down that eager throat. Listening to the kneeling sissy moan and struggle to breath between deep hard thrusts. 'Pop!' Blaise pulled his throbbing cock out of that eager mouth abruptly, standing there towering over his kneeling slutboi with a big smile. “You love that... Don't you pansy poof.” He demanded, while smacking the passive Gryffindor's blushing cheeks with his long hard fucker.

“YY... Yes Sir!” Neville moaned out weakly, looking up into his masters eyes as the sexy Sytherin smiled down at him. Using only his tongue Neville tried to recapture that cock, eager to get back to pleasuring Blaise's hard on. The kneeling Gryffindor touched his collar, smirking faintly up at his oblivious master. Everyone always thought that just because he was shy and awkward... because he was clumsy and not good at sports. That he wasn't smart... cunning... that he wasn't much of a Wizard. Sure Neville was a gay male... sure he liked being pushed around and taken advantage of sexually. But he also liked to top from the bottom... he had lured the formerly totally straight Blaise in gay sex. Used the others desire to humiliate and torment to get the Sytherin to **** his mouth, the magic of the collar Neville wore turned on his Master. Over months the mind altering magic had slowly turned the big Sytherin into a gay male who topped Neville just the way he wanted to be topped. “I love your big hard cock Sir... Please let me have some more...” Neville begged enjoying the act of submission that he had created for himself, hoping that Blaise was finally ready to take the next step.

“Oh you are going to be sucking a LOT of dick tonight you Gryffindor bitch.” Neville shivered in delight, as he watched the other Sytherin lads sneak into the room with them. Turning his head Blaise glanced back at them with a smirk, was they hurried over to where he stood. “Go on get your cocks out... my sissy whore is going to suck off all of you.”

“What about his ass?” Crabbe in a dull grunt, even as the other guys laughed lewdly at that question.

“His boi-pussy belongs only to me.” Blaise snapped, gesturing for Neville to climb up onto the bed with one hand. Quickly the naked Gryffindor climbed up onto the bed on all fours, as his Master moved around to kneel behind him on the bed. “Well go on then... pull them out... While I put this in.” Blaise chuckled lewdly, as he gripped those pale white ass cheeks in both hands spreading them wide. He pushed his long black cock between them, shoving that big mushroom shaped head up against his slaves pink little pucker.

“Out of my way...” Draco snarled as he moved over in front of Neville, sneering down at him as he rubbed his slender cock against the Gryffindor's lip's. “I always knew you were a sissy bitch... I bet Potters the same way.”

“Ammm Hmmm.” Neville moaned as he took that slender cock into his mouth, suckling it deeper and deeper. Until The blonde boys almost hairless crotch was pressed against Neville's face, as Draco leaned over his head grabbing the others ears.