Turning Out Harry

Chapter 11 -- Branching Out

Draco waited in the hall outside the girls' showers in the Gryffindor tower. He was under the invisibility cloak. Harry seemed to really value the cloak but didn't keep it under lock and key. Potter was a conundrum. He didn't seem to take care of the things he should and focused on the irrelevant--like taking down the Dark Lord even though no one has seen or heard from him in nearly a year. But Draco wasn't here for Potter, he was waiting for Hermione Granger.

Several moments passed and finally Hermione stepped out of the bathroom. Her hair was damp and she was wearing a fluffy pink robe. Draco followed her to her dorm room. He'd insured that her roommates would be asleep, so she tip-toed around the room getting ready to go to bed herself. She climbed into bed and Draco swooped in and performed the spell to possess her. He could do it without uttering the words out loud now. He barely moved his wand. It was like second nature, smooth and easy.

Draco's body relaxed and appeared to be in a deep sleep. He was lucky to get his body in her bed the way he did. He usually left his body on the floor between Harry's bed and the wall, but Hermione's bed was in the middle of the room. He cast several spells to make it appear that Hermione was in bed and didn't want to be disturbed. He left the light on, hoping that it looked like Hermione was up late reading in bed.

Once he took care of business, Draco took a couple of minutes to get used to his new body--his first time being a girl. He took off Hermione's robe and her underwear and started exploring. She had really sensitive nipples so he worked those for a while. She got really wet while he played with her nipples and her clit.

He'd noticed a difference in possessing her right off the bat. Her mind was wide open. He could probe and explore the furthest reaches of Hermione's mind easily. Draco knew immediately that Harry had much better mental defenses than Hermione. His ability to tap into her mind so completely allowed Draco to give Hermione a certain amount of control over her actions. It was like he could see what she desired and could allow her to do those things, where she normally talked herself out of doing those things.

He could see her image as a goody-two-shoes was just that--an image. What Hermione thought about, longed for, desired strongly was to be dirty. Naughty, filthy, gross--Hermione loved it. But she never really acted on it. She fooled around with Ginny and had sex with Ron and Harry, but inside she longed to be a slut. A dirty slut who would get on her knees for the nastiest of guys. And there was one person who dominated her fantasies. Draco tucked that little bit of knowledge away for later, though. He was experimenting with Hermione's mind and body right now.

Draco lessened his control over Hermione and let her guide what they did next. He felt her urges take over, but not her consciousness. He imagined that it felt a bit like guiding your own dream to Hermione. She leaned over Draco's body and touched his face. She stuck a finger in his mouth. Draco cringed. He didn't want Granger's dirty finger in his mouth. He'd seen inside her head. Who knows where that finger has been?

She pulled Draco's t-shirt up and pawed his chest. She leaned down and started sucking on one of his nipples and then she bit it hard. Draco flinched but his body didn't react. Since he couldn't feel the pain, he relaxed a bit, but he knew to be cautious. She went further down and stuck her tongue in his belly button. She probed it as deep as she could go and licked it. Draco was stunned. Although he was aware of her desires, he had no idea what order they would take place or if she would do them at all. Her subconscious, he imagined, was guiding her. He didn't really know the science behind it all, he just knew that he was merely viewing what Hermione was doing in a dream-like state.

She hurriedly unbuckled Draco's belt and undid his pants. She pulled out his cock, which was already hard. Draco wasn't exactly shocked, although given the stimulus--the belly button fucking by tongue--he was mildly surprised. Hermione went down on him. She sucked him hard and fast. It was like she wanted him to come as quickly as possible. She stroked the base and bobbed up and down on the head while sucking. Draco watched in fascination as his body reached climax.

Hermione finally pulled away having swallowed his load. He felt empty. It just didn't do anything for his body to come while he possessed someone else. He felt nothing. It was a pity, really. It looked like a really decent blow job.

Hermione ran her tongue around his balls. She ran her tongue down his perineum and then licked his asshole. She only did it once and then she pulled away, seemingly too embarrassed to go any further, even in a dream. Draco took back control and laughed to himself. He was going to have some fun with Granger tonight.

He crawled out of bed and dressed her in her uniform with nothing underneath. He checked on his body and his concealment spells and then took off for Ginny's bed for some girl talk.

Hermione slipped into Ginny's bed a few minutes later. Ginny was reading her Charms textbook. She threw up a silencing charm as soon as Hermione tied the curtain closed.

"Hi!" she squealed, tossing her text aside. "You aren't wearing a bra!" she exclaimed, reaching out and groping Hermione's breasts. Hermione pretended to be shocked and then the two girls giggled. They sat cross-legged across from one another.

"So what's going on Hermione?" Ginny asked, a concerned look on her face. Hermione wasn't really the type to 'pop-in'.

"Well, I just wanted to have some girl-talk. There's stuff I just don't want to talk to Harry and Ron about. And I have a secret. I am just bursting at the seams to tell someone, but I can't tell them," Hermione said, blushing. Ginny's eyes widened and she smiled big.

"Oooooh!" she squealed. "I love secrets. And I never tell, I promise," Ginny said excitedly. Hermione bit her lip and looked away.

"I don't know, Ginny. It's crazy and I don't know if I can say it out loud," she said shyly. She watched Ginny out of the corner of her eye.

"Would it help if I told you one of my secrets?" Ginny asked sweetly. She wanted to know Hermione's secret. Hermione was always so closed off and rarely showed any vulnerability. Plus, she loved holding people's secrets over their heads. It made them treat her better. And made them recognize that she was more than Ron, George, Fred, Percy, Charlie, and/or Bill's little sister.

Hermione nodded and looked back at Ginny. "Okay, here goes. So I didn't lose my virginity to Harry exactly," she said with a glint in her eye. Hermione looked surprised.

"What do you mean, 'exactly'?" she asked. Draco wasn't sure where Ginny was going with this, but he liked having secrets to hold over people, too.

"Well, back in my second year, when the Tom Riddle that lived in the diary possessed me..." Ginny trailed off. Draco couldn't believe his luck. She was talking about the possession and he didn't even have to lead her there. She just came out with it.

"Uh, huh," Hermione urged, smiling gently.

"I've had this secret for a long time," Ginny said, looking a bit scared. "I've wanted to tell someone, too, so when you said you have a big secret, I thought maybe I could share my secret, too," she blurted out. Inwardly, Draco smirked.

"Of course, sweetie. You know I love you," Hermione said softly, looking Ginny in the eyes. She placed her hands over Ginny's hands.

"Okay, but seriously, this cannot go any further than us. Ever," Ginny said seriously. Hermione held out her hand and grabbed Ginny's pinky with her own.

"Pinky swear," she said gravely. Ginny said the same and they both smiled.

"Alright, so, here goes," Ginny took a deep breath. "Oh, Merlin, I can't believe I'm telling someone this. So, Diary Tom Riddle, I knew him as Tom. Tom would possess me and usually that meant he would take over my body and make me give him a magical boost. He was tapping into my magical core and essentially stealing my magic to fuel his own. This went on over several months--my magical core would heal and then he would suck it dry again, over and over again," Ginny paused. Hermione nodded.

"Yes, I remember that from the time," she said. Draco could look at Hermione's memories of that time and let her lead his answers. This was so much different from Potter's brain. Potter seemed to have entire sections closed off from view.

"So, he would possess me, have me start feeding my magic to him vicariously, and then he would go back to his own body when the transfer ended. Afterward, my magical core was exhausted and I couldn't move for a while. He," she paused and looked at her hands. "He started touching me," she said trying to conceal a smile.

"He molested you!" Hermione burst out. It wasn't a word Draco would have chosen, but it was authentic Hermione.

"No, not exactly, because I was awake the whole time and I didn't say no," Ginny said, grinning openly now. "It was hot. I wanted him to do it. But I didn't want him to know that I was awake, so I pretended to be out cold from the magic transfer," she said. Hermione nodded like that made sense. Draco was trying to memorize what she was saying, though. She was awake while Tom did things to her body, sexual things from the sound of it, and she was able to fake not being awake. This was valuable information.

"He started out by feeling me up, and then he started fingering me...then he fucked me, Hermione. It was unbelievable. I knew I wasn't supposed to want it, I knew it was wrong and that I was only twelve, but oh my Merlin if it didn't feel amazing. I wanted to respond so badly, but I couldn't let him know that I was aware. Or he might stop doing it," she said her eyes bright and shining. Draco suspected that twelve-year-old Ginny fell in love with Diary Tom Riddle as he used her body in more ways than one.

"But he wasn't corporeal, or whatever. How did he penetrate you?" Hermione asked.

"It was like a, oh, I don't know how to describe it. As he became more and more of a being, he started having a physical presence, too. It was like, I don't know, like a ghost penis or something," she said giggling. Hermione giggled, too.

"So you could feel it but not really see it?" Hermione asked, trying to imagine fucking a ghost. There were ghosts in the castle, but that was one fantasy she never had before. She would have to investigate that closer the next time she encountered a ghost.

"Yes, sort of. I could definitely feel it, though. I've never had it so good," she giggled.

"Really?" Hermione said, wanting details.

"I feel this pull to Harry. Sometimes he really reminds me of Tom. Just flashes. But he just doesn't fuck me the way Tom did. I miss it. I wish Harry wouldn't have killed him. I wish that Tom was with me now," Ginny said dreamily.

"Ginny! Snap out of it! Tom almost killed you and would have if it went on much longer!" Hermione said, shaking Ginny by the shoulders. Draco pulled in the reigns and set to calm both girls down. Hermione's sense of justice was triggered and she was going off on a tangent, even in her possessed state. That girl just didn't know when to turn it off, Draco thought.

"No, Hermione, it wasn't like that. I could have told him to stop, but I didn't. I wanted to see where it would go. What he would do. I liked being totally out of control," Ginny pleaded with Hermione to understand. Draco was somewhat worried. Was Harry pretending to be asleep when Draco possessed him? This was a different situation, it was more like a post-possession magical-drain induced haze, but it would explain some of the strange sensations he'd felt.

"You were okay with it?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, I wanted it so bad after a while. But now he's dead and I'm looking for a real-life man to take his place. I just haven't found him, yet," Ginny said sadly. Hermione smiled at her.

"We have lots of time to look, Ginny," she said softly and the two girls started giggling.

"I like the way you think, Hermione," Ginny said, her giggles trailing off. "Now it's your turn. What is your deep dark secret," Ginny asked eagerly. Hermione swallowed hard.

"I have a crush on someone and I'm going there now, if I can get my courage up, anyway," Hermione said smiling in a cautious way.

"Ooooohh, who is it!" Ginny demanded more than asked.

"Ginny, it is so bad, you will never look at me the same again," Hermione said, her eyes wide. Ginny looked like she was about to open the biggest present under the Christmas tree.

"Just say it, then you will feel better," Ginny said comforting her friend.

"It's Snape," Hermione whispered indicating the much hated Potions professor. Ginny burst out laughing.

"You really had me going there for a second, Hermione," Ginny said in between gales of laughter. "Snape, that is just so funny," she said, now wiping a tear from her eye. Draco felt Hermione recoil. Ginny's reaction was why her crush was a secret.

"No, Ginny, really, I just can't stop thinking about Professor Snape and the things he would do to me. So, I'm going down to the dungeons to find out," Hermione said, holding her head up confidently. Ginny's jaw dropped.

"You're serious?" she asked in disbelief.

"Yes," Hermione insisted. "He's so, the opposite of everything I could ever want in a man and yet, I can't stop thinking about running my fingers through his greasy hair, or letting him put his cock in my...well, you know," Hermione stopped and blushed. She wouldn't look at Ginny. Ginny finally closed her mouth and looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Yes, I guess that makes sense. Opposites attract, or whatever," she said after a few moments. Hermione nodded and smiled.

"Right? So, I'm just going down there. I've heard he's responsive to aggressive students..." Hermione stopped and looked at Ginny.

"Yes, definitely find out. If I stopped Tom from, well, you know, I would never have known what it was like to feel so good. Even now I would let He Who Shall Not Be Named himself fuck me just to see if it's the same," Ginny said turning bright red. Ha! thought Draco. Ginny has a thing for the Dark Lord.

"See, I knew you would get it," Hermione said pulling Ginny in for a hug. "Now, wish me luck, because I'm going there right now," she whispered into Ginny's hair. Ginny pulled back.

"You will have the time of your life," Ginny said, pulling her in for another hug. Hermione hugged her quick and then made to leave.

"Thanks, Ginny," she said, parting the curtain.

"Good luck," Ginny said, squeezing her hand before Hermione left.

Draco directed Hermione down to Professor Snape's office. It appeared that Hermione knew a lot about his godfather, but not that he was in fact Draco's godfather. Draco had special knowledge of what his godfather would do if Hermione showed up and offered herself for Snape's pleasure. In fact most of the students in Slytherin house knew Professor Snape carnally. It was only because Draco was his godson that he'd never invited Draco to his office after hours. But Hermione was a Gryffindor and wouldn't know anything about those kinds of 'mentoring' sessions. So Draco would just have to introduce her.

Hermione approached the door to Professor Snape's office silently. She knocked confidently, though, not wanting to chicken out now. Not that Draco would let her. He let her lead as much as possible, but pushed back when her courage failed.

"What do you want, Ms. Granger?" Snape snapped at her after opening the door only a crack.

"I was hoping to talk to you about some extra credit," Hermione said as she started unbuttoning her Oxford shirt from the top. Snape narrowed his eyes at her and she smiled and continued to unbutton her top.

"Get inside before someone sees," he said grabbing her arm and pulling her inside his office. There was a fire going and a stack of parchment essays sat on a desk near the window. He had been grading essays. Hermione hoped that he would welcome the distraction. She took off her shirt and stood in front of him.

"What exactly are you trying to accomplish here, Ms. Granger," Snape asked cautiously. He didn't trust that the Princess of Gryffindor would offer herself up like this without an agenda.

"I've wanted you for so long, Professor Snape. I want you to fuck me into oblivion and make me see Merlin," Hermione said, standing next to him and caressing his chest through his robes. He was hot, too hot to be wearing so many clothes. She could tell that he was sweaty underneath and it turned her on. She licked her lips. She wanted to taste his sweat.

"Yes, I could do that for you, but what are you going to do for me?" he asked, not yet returning her touch, but standing there as Hermione caressed him all over. She got on her knees.

"I will bring you so much pleasure Professor. I will do anything you want...anything," she said, parting his robes and seeking out his erection. The smell coming from inside his robes was overwhelming. It was sweaty and musky and just plain awful. Draco thought she might gag, maybe even throw up, but amazingly, she breathed it in. She took a huge breath and he felt her tingle between her legs.

She leaned in and began undoing Snape's trousers. He wore dingy gray underpants and the smell was getting muskier. Draco held himself back, but he was about to lose his mind. This was not what he expected when he possessed Hermione. But it was so delightfully horrible. And it couldn't happen to a more deserving twat.

Hermione pulled down Snape's underwear and started stroking Snape's cock with her hand. Then she put as much as she could into her mouth. She pulled back and then forced her head down on his cock.

He held her head to his stomach. She took in his cock until her nose touched above his cock. He let her go and he started fucking her face. Hermione relaxed and let Snape penetrate her mouth over and over again, spit dripping thickly from her chin. Snape pulled out and slapped her in the face a couple of times with his cock. She just kept getting wetter. She loved everything Snape did.

Snape transfigured a padded bench. He kneeled onto the bench in front of Hermione. She took another deep breath. It was appallingly bad. But she went in tongue first. She spread his cheeks and licked his hole in one long lick. She flicked her tongue all around the hole, then tried probing him with her tongue. Snape moaned. Hermione started tongue fucking his hole, thrusting in and probing.

She reached around and held his cock up to get better access to his balls. He was wet with sweat but she licked it off as if it were honey. She sucked each side into her mouth while stroking his cock. It was an awkward angle but she wasn't done eating Snape's ass. She went back in and resumed probing with her tongue.

Hermione stood up and stepped out of her school skirt, now standing in front of him nude. She looked at him with her head cocked to one side. "How would you like me, Professor Snape?" she asked. He stepped to her and flipped her around. He encouraged her to bend over the bench and then he penetrated her fast and started pumping.

Draco was thoroughly disgusted. Snape was unwashed. It wasn't just his hair that he didn't wash. It didn't appear that Snape had taken a bath in a long time. A month? Draco didn't want to ponder anything more than that. He not only smelled of B.O., he smelled of sweat in general. He was very hairy from the waist down. Everything about it made Draco want to run and hide. The way Snape grunted as he pounded into Granger. The way she shook when she had little orgasms on her way to a bigger orgasm.

She was enthralled. She couldn't get enough. She loved his varied and assorted odors, his general uncleanliness, and the way he man-handled her. She rubbed her clit while he fucked her from behind, occasionally smacking her ass.

"I'm about to cum, you little whore. Do you want it in your mouth? Do you want to eat my cum?" Snape asked, pulling her head back by the hair.

"Yes, yes, please," she begged. "I want to eat your cum, Professor," she said, every word driving her closer to orgasm. Snape pulled out of her pussy and jerked her back to her feet facing him.

"Suck it, little whore," he said, and she dove onto his cock excitedly. She sucked his knob and stroked it for just a couple of minutes before she sucked the cum right from Snape's dick. She sucked it all down and then pulled off trying to catch her breath. Snape pulled his pants up and let his robes close. He turned and walked over to his desk.

"Thank you, Professor," Hermione said, standing up and searching for her clothes.

"Any time, little whore," Snape said wanding her clothes back on. "You're dismissed for now. Expect to stay after class on Wednesdays for more extra credit," he said as he ushered Hermione out the door. Draco saw an opening. If he could get rid of Hermione on Wednesdays, he just needed to get Ron and Ginny on something else and then he could get Harry into London on Wednesdays to spend time with Evan. This was indeed a great turn of events.

Even if getting Hermione fucked by his godfather had been one of the most repulsive things he'd ever encountered, he learned so much from his possession of Hermione. He learned that some brains are more malleable than others. He learned that he could give small amounts of control to the person possessed and encourage their darkest desires. And he learned that Ginny faked being unconscious while He Who Shall Not Be Named fucked her senseless. He had a lot to record in his journals.

The more he thought about what had occurred while he possessed Hermione, the more he realized that he had to read every document that He Who Shall Not Be Named left behind at Malfoy Manor. He lamented not having a mentor to help him in his possessions research and activities, but now he had one, albeit a possibly dead madman. He Who Shall Not Be Named had a much deeper understanding of possession than anything Draco had encountered so far. Draco couldn't wait to get to the Manor over the weekend.

Hermione walked back to the Gryffindor dorm while Draco thought about his weekend plans. She pretty much led herself with only a nudge from Draco here and there. He decided to invite Daphne over to the Manor on Sunday. That would give his mother something to obsess over rather than worry about what he was doing in the library again. Plus, he suspected his mother and Daphne would get along well. They were both Pureblood princess-types.

Suddenly Draco realized that he wasn't in the girls' dormitory but on the boys' side. He assumed Hermione would go to the bathroom or to bed. He hoped she'd go wash herself, but noted that she liked having Snape's smell on her. Hermione walked with purpose to Harry and Ron's dorm room. She went to Ron's bed and climbed into bed with him and closed the curtains around them.

Hermione leaned in and started kissing Ron. Draco was losing his mind. She just had that tongue inside Snape's asshole and now she was flicking it inside Ron's mouth. Ron woke up and kissed her back. She licked all around Ron's mouth, similar to how she ate out Snape. They made out for a few minutes before Hermione broke off their kiss.

"I've got to get back, but I promise we'll do more on Thursday. Snape is making me do extra work in Potions on Wednesdays now, so we can't until then," Hermione told Ron. He looked angry.

"What am I supposed to do while you're in Potions?" he asked. Hermione really did do all of the thinking for him.

"I was thinking you and Ginny should go to the Burrow on Wednesday nights until Snape is done with me. You know your mum has asked you guys to come home more often," Hermione suggested. Draco realized that she was just as motivated to get rid of Ron as he was. How convenient that she brought up Ginny, too. Harry would be on his own.

"Oh. Well, I guess. It's better than doing homework," Ron said and Hermione hit him on the arm. "Ouch!" he exclaimed. "That hurt."

"Don't be a wimp Ron, I didn't even hit you that hard," Hermione said, going in for a final kiss. She finally broke it off and went to her own bed. Just like Draco thought, she didn't wash. Draco really disliked Hermione at that moment. She was a phony. Putting off like she was so good, so pure. She was dirty. And mean. But it was so bad it was good. And he had Wednesday's free with Harry now. He was really pleased with himself. Everything was really working in his favor.

Evan pulled Harry close and started pressing deep into his hole. This was the third time he'd initiated sex, but he hadn't let Harry cum yet. Every time Harry was close and so desperately wanted the release Evan would pull out and fuck Harry down his throat. He placed Harry so that his head hung off the edge of the bed. He looked up at Evan as the other man placed his cock into Harry's mouth and thrust forward in a controlled manner.

He adjusted Harry's throat so that his cock more easily moved back and forth. Evan stroked Harry's neck while he thrust in and out slowly and not too deep. He moved forward and put a hand on either side of Harry's head to balance himself and started fucking Harry's throat in earnest. Harry held as still as he could, scared that if he moved he would get hurt. He couldn't really breathe and Evan was lowering his body on top of his face, his balls obscuring Harry's vision.

Evan pulled out and Harry gasped for air. Only a few breaths of sweet air later and Evan was thrusting in again. This went on for several minutes, each time longer than the next. Evan was training him to hold his breath longer each time. Harry's dick throbbed and leaked profusely from the tip. Evan pulled out and came on Harry's chest. Then he walked away, leaving Harry hanging for the third time. Harry thought he may be able to come just from thinking about it, but that hadn't happened yet.

Harry laid there with his legs spread wide apart, waiting for Evan to come back. He held his hands behind his head so that he wouldn't touch his cock. He tried to think about something else for a while. Not cumming was driving him mad. He started naming the starting line for the Chudley Cannons.

He ran through the starting lines of nearly every professional team there was until he came to the Appleby Arrows. He couldn't remember the keepers' name. Suddenly the name popped into his head--Bixby Meadows. Not a name that Draco had ever heard before but he was certain that it was true. How did he know that? Had Harry told him? Was he reading Harry's mind unknowingly? Could he search both of their minds for information simultaneously?

Evan came back in the room. He was hard again. Harry moaned in ecstasy as Evan entered him fast and started fucking him hard. Evan pumped rapidly in and out and then slowed down and thrust deep. He was going to let Harry come finally. Harry relaxed and felt the orgasm spreading throughout his body.

"Oh Daddy, I'm gonna cum," Harry cried out, his hips bucking up into Evan's thrusts.

"That's right, Harry, I'm fucking you hard until you cum," Evan said and then he started thrusting hard and deep. Harry's body twitched as he came hard.

"Daddy, Evan, fuck me," he said, in a nearly incoherent chant. Evan pulled out slowly and leaned down and kissed Harry. He sucked in Harry's tongue and ran his tongue around Harry's passionately. Harry kissed him back eagerly. He felt so close to Evan when he kissed him that way.

"Clean up your mess and then get in the kitchen and we'll eat," Evan said, slapping Harry on the ass. Harry looked down to see what Evan was talking about and saw that Evan had come up his ass and then the cum had leaked out onto the bedspread while they were kissing. Harry wondered for a moment what he was supposed to clean up the stain with and then realized he was meant to lick it up with his tongue.

He leaned in and licked the spot until it didn't feel slimy on the cloth anymore. He went in the kitchen and saw that Evan ordered Thai again. It was becoming their thing.

"Here, I made you a plate," Evan said, handing Harry a plate. Harry looked at the selection of food and then at what was on his plate. It wasn't what he would have made for himself, but he shrugged and started eating. Evan looked pleased that Harry hadn't questioned his choices.

"I can come up to the city on Wednesdays now, too," Harry said excitedly after downing a few bites. Evan smiled at him.

"Great, what time will you be here?" he asked.

"4 o'clock, maybe a few minutes earlier," Harry answered after Draco calculated the time to get to Evan's after his and Harry's last class on Wednesdays, History of Magic.

"Great, I'll work out my schedule to accommodate that," Evan said, poking and swiping on his phone. "There. Now we can meet at the coffee shop and walk home together," he said, putting away his phone. Harry smiled. He was amazed that Evan did that so quickly.

"Evan, can I ask you a question?" Harry asked tentatively. Evan nodded, chewing slowly. "Why don't you have a boyfriend? I mean a real one, not like me," he asked, pushing the remaining food around on his plate.

"Well," Evan said, thinking about what Harry said. "I like a sure thing, Harry. I'm not in the same place for long and I don't have time to date someone. I like to fuck when I want to and end it when I leave. Or whenever. No messiness. And we both come out of it getting what we want--me sex on demand and you, money for school," he concluded. Harry had never come out and said that he was doing this for money to pay for school, but decided to go along with it since it was already out there.

"Okay," Harry said. Draco had conflicting thoughts about this. On one hand, he thought that Evan was living the dream. He could see himself having escort girlfriends in much the same way that Evan described. On the other hand, he felt vaguely sad that Evan didn't include any emotion in the equation. Draco wondered if that was a bleed-over of Harry's feelings. Or if they were his own?

Sometimes he saw Evan as a mentor, someone to emulate. Others he felt a mixture of lust and longing. He tried to focus on the former.

"So have you dumped Ginger Ginny yet?" Evan asked. Draco didn't want to make those kinds of decisions for Harry and Harry hadn't seemed inclined to break up. Harry looked up at Evan and from Evan's expression he suddenly understood that breaking up wasn't voluntary.

"I'll break it off with her before Wednesday. I'm sorry I didn't do it sooner, sir," he said, eyes shining.

"Good boy," Evan said, rinsing his and Harry's plates at the sink. "Now, for your dates," he said, opening his laptop and pulling up Harry's account. "I will be in charge of this now. I can't do anything about this sketchy looking guy tonight, but from now on, I will manage all of your bookings," Evan said, shaking his head while reading Harry's date's profile.

"Um, okay," Harry said nervously. Draco was hesitant to say more. Evan was setting a lot of rules all of the sudden. This was supposed to be about humiliating Harry, not getting him involved with an over possessive dom who liked to be called Daddy. But that was exactly what was happening. And Draco found some part of him wanting to let Evan take over.

He thought back to what Ginny said about completely losing control. In a way, this was more about Draco escaping the smothering boredom of being Draco Malfoy than it was about Harry having humiliating sex. He didn't know what to do about that realization right then.

"So, I'm thinking that we only accept bookings where you and Joe can go together. I'd rather you fuck him than some rando. You guys can do those parties like last week whenever, but otherwise, I don't really see any reason to accept bookings," Evan said, turning his nose up at some of the people who inquired about Harry's time but Harry declined. Harry perked up. He liked Joe and the party had been a lot of fun.

"That sounds reasonable," he said, trying not to sound so excited. Although he was disappointed that he couldn't set Harry up with more sketchy looking guys, he knew that the parties were raunchy, too. And there still was the date with the sketchy guy that was about to start. He got ready in the bathroom while Evan updated Harry's profile.

"Harry, you haven't made a withdrawal from your account yet, why not?" Evan asked, carrying the laptop into the bathroom and showing Harry his balance. Draco had yet to check it and hadn't really done the math correctly in his head to estimate how much money Harry had earned. There was over 4000 pounds in the account.

"I didn't want to spend it on something before my school bill comes due," Harry said making it up on the fly.

"Ahhh, you don't have a bank account, do you?" Evan surmised. Harry shook his head.

"Okay, on Wednesday, meet me at the coffee shop and I will take you to my bank so you can open an account. Then you can transfer the money to your bank account. You don't want the site to shut down and you lose your money, or something," Evan said. Harry nodded, still gawking at the amount of money. Evan must have been putting a lot of money in his account, much more than the amount for each of their dates.

"Yes, I've been meaning to do that for a long time. Thank you," Harry said looking up at Evan with a sweet smile. He liked how well-cared-for he felt with Evan. Evan grinned at him and scruffed Harry's hair. "Hey!" Harry exclaimed, trying to flatten his hair back down. Evan shook it out again and then pulled him into a kiss. Evan broke the kiss, but didn't let Harry go from his tight embrace.

"Just so we're clear, after tonight I don't want you fucking anyone else unless I give you permission, right?" he said looking intently into Harry's eyes. Harry nodded.

"Yes, Daddy," he squeaked, breaking under Evan's stare. "I'll do exactly as you say," he added.

"Good boy," Evan said, letting Harry go. Harry was breathing deeply. His cock was rock hard, but he had to leave. When Evan was even slightly rough with Harry, his cock hardened immediately. Draco tried to think the hard-on away and grabbed his coat off the chair.

"Text me the second that guy drops you off. And use condoms. And you can say no if you don't like what is going on," Evan said grabbing Harry's arm. "Seriously. If you don't want to do it, say no," he said looking in Harry's eyes intently.

"Yes, sir," Harry said softly.

"What?" Evan said and Harry jumped a little bit.

"Yes, sir," he said loud and clear. Harry smiled.

"Good boy," he said, kissing Harry goodbye. Harry tried to break the kiss, but Evan wouldn't let him. He held tight until he was finally ready to let go.

"I'll be back around midnight or so," Harry said reaching for the door knob.

"Not too much later," Evan said sternly. Harry nodded.

"Yes, sir," he said loud and clear. He reluctantly left Evan standing there watching as he walked down the street.

Harry walked down to the corner. A beat-looking sedan sat there waiting for him. The sketchy guy was named Mark. He was in his late forties, skinny except for a bit of a belly. He looked overjoyed when Harry got in the car with him.

"Hi, Harry," he said pumping Harry's outstretched hand. Harry smiled.

"Good to meet you, Mark," he replied. Mark pulled away from the curb. It was dark and Harry couldn't see where they were going. Not that Draco would know, being mostly unfamiliar with London. He felt a pit of fear in his stomach. He hoped something kinky was about to go down, not getting Harry murdered in the farmlands outside of London.

Neither man said a word until Mark turned onto a dirt road. He pulled up next to a thatch of trees where several cars were parked. He turned off the car and faced Harry.

"So what I want you to do is suck and fuck any guy out there while I watch. Then, when no other guys are left, I'm going to fuck you," Mark said. "Make sure they cum in your ass. I want to feel all their loads while I fuck you." Harry smiled big.

"Sounds great," Harry said, rubbing his cock through his pants.

"Go ahead, I see someone out there," Mark said, pointing out the windshield. Harry got out of the car and took off his jacket. He threw it in the car window and walked over to the guy standing a few feet from Mark's car. The guy was jacking his cock. Draco finally put together. It took him a moment to realize what was happening. This was a cruising spot. These guys were randos looking to have sex with guys anonymously. Draco couldn't be more excited. Harry was finally getting fucked by a bunch of creepy guys. While a possibly creepier guy watched. Draco decided to go all out because Harry wasn't going to get to do this kind of stuff very often with Evan putting his boot down.

Harry got on his knees in front of the man and took over stroking his cock. He put it in his mouth and started sucking. It took some effort to get the guy hard, but once he was he flipped Harry around quickly and entered his ass. He didn't last long, a minute or so, and he came in Harry's ass. Another man approached and Harry took him in his mouth before the first guy had pulled out.

Harry sucked the guy for a few minutes and then that guy too fucked his ass for a minute or two and came. This went on for some time, Harry counted out six guys who managed to cum in his ass and three more that hadn't made it past his mouth. Mark summoned him back to the car.

"Okay, bend over," Mark said, stroking his cock. Harry did as he was told and Mark started pumping in and out of Harry's ass while Harry held onto the car door. Harry moaned as Mark picked up speed. His jaw ached and his ass felt raw after all the dicks he had taken. But Mark just pumped away, holding onto Harry's hips for leverage.

He reached up and held Harry by the shoulders and thrust deep and hard. The sounds of their bodies slapping together rang out into the night. Harry could hear at least one person masturbating somewhere just out of his sight. Mark finally gave signs that he was about to cum. He pulled out and dragged Harry's face around to his cock by the hair. Harry opened his mouth wide and Mark stroked his cock until he came on Harry's face and in his mouth.

Harry swallowed the cum and used his finger to scoop some of the cum off his cheek and into his mouth. Mark collapsed against the car. Harry sunk down to where he was kneeling on the ground. Cum spilled from his ass, dripping in a puddle in the dirt. He squeezed as much as he could out and then clinched hard. He thought he might come from the sudden movement, but he only shuddered.

He came three times while being fucked. One guy had cranked his cock until he came, the second guy insisted that Harry take care of himself and he came, and he jerked himself again and came right before Mark. He was breaking all of Evan's rules tonight.

Mark buckled up his pants and moved to get back in the car. Harry scrambled up, found his jeans and put them back on. He got in the car before Mark drove off without him. Mark drove in silence again. He dropped Harry at the same spot he dropped him off.

"I really hope we can do this again, soon," Mark said, stroking Harry's cock through his jeans.

"Me, too," Harry said, knowing that he would never see this guy again, but hoping for a good tip.

Harry got out and started walking the opposite way of Evan's apartment. He didn't want Mark following him there. Once he was confident that he wasn't being followed, Harry texted Evan that he was on his way. When he got to Evan's building, he could see Evan watching him from the window.

"Damn, you can barely walk," Evan said, picking up Harry and setting him on the big chair in the living room.

"I can walk, it's not that bad," Harry said, struggling against Evan's hold.

"Bullshit," Evan said, now pulling down Harry's jeans.

"Hey!" Harry exclaimed. He wasn't expecting Evan to investigate down there after his date. But, then again, that didn't seem that out of the ordinary considering what he had just been doing.

"Hey, nothing. You look like shit and you're walking like you have a bowling pin up your ass. What happened?" Evan looked at him pointedly. Harry wanted very much to lie. To tell Evan some made up story. He'd lied to Evan before. But the way that Evan looked at him tonight made him tell the truth. He knew that he would get in more trouble if he lied.

"Um, well, the guy drove me to a field with some trees," Harry started. Evan looked at him harshly again and reached out to grab one of Harry's nipples. He didn't do it hard at first, but he did start to twist. Harry's dick started getting hard.

"So, uh, when we got there, he told me to get out of the car," Harry said and Evan applied pressure and twisted harder. Harry's dick twitched wildly.

"Then what?" Evan growled at him, now holding both of Harry's nipples.

"I uh, got out and got on my knees and started sucking a guy off," Harry said. Evan twisted both nipples hard and continued to twist.

"How many guys did you suck?" Evan asked, his pupils tiny and his angry look turning mean.

"Nine, I think," Harry said, writhing under Evan's abuse to his nipples. His cock leaked from the tip. It seemed that Harry could get off endlessly, Draco thought.

"Nine, you think?" Evan yelled at him. "You THINK you sucked off nine guys?" he shouted, Harry cringing knowing that the neighbors surely heard him.

"I sucked nine, but only three came in my mouth. And I fucked seven. For sure. And some of the guys I sucked were the ones who fucked me and came in my ass," Harry said miserably, knowing that he was about to be punished harshly for allowing those men to use him in such a way. But his dick gave away his excitement at the prospect. Evan's face turned red and angry. Harry felt waves of excitement washing over him. His dick stood up straight and hard.

"You let seven motherfuckers fuck your ass? I told you Harry, make them wear condoms and don't let them cum in your ass. You fucking slut," Evan said to him, his face only a couple of inches away from Harry's. He leaned back and slapped Harry across the face hard. Harry gasped, but didn't move. Evan found Harry's jeans and removed the belt. He folded it in half and slapped it against his hand. He grinned.

"Oh, yeah, this is going to work just right," he said admiring the snap he got when he slapped the belt against his hand again. "Alright Harry, here's how it's going to work. You let seven lowlifes breed your ass, so you're going to take seven hits to your ass. You also let seven guys fuck you without a condom, so that's seven hits. So, what else, Harry? What else did you do?" Evan asked, standing between Harry's legs as he sat back in the chair.

"Uh, I jacked off twice and let a guy jack me another time," Harry said willing himself to keep his eyes open. Evan picked him up and flipped Harry onto his lap, ass up. Evan reached back with the belt.

"You just couldn't help yourself tonight, you just kept breaking the rules, didn't you?" Evan said lightly hitting Harry's ass with the belt. "I think you deserve another seven slaps, for a total of twenty-one. So every time I slap your ass, you will count it out loud and clear and ask if you can have another. Do you understand?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," Harry said breathlessly. He was about to break a sweat from anticipation.

"Let's get started then," Evan said and without any other warning slapped Harry hard with the belt. Harry jolted forward, not anticipating the impact of the hit.

"Ahhhhhh!" he shouted out. Then he pulled himself together as quickly as possible. "One, Daddy, may I have another?" he called out clearly. The sting continued across his ass, but otherwise he was okay. Evan brought down the belt again. Harry didn't hesitate this time.

"Two, Daddy, may I have another?" he called out. Evan took a third, fourth, and fifth hit, with Harry begging for another clearly each time. By the sixth, he was really starting to hurt. His voice began to waver while he asked for a seventh, eighth and ninth. At ten, Evan hit him harder than he had before. Harry cried out again, but then was able to call out his tenth spanking.

Evan took the next five hits in quick succession, demanding Harry to call out the number quickly. He kept rutting into Evan's leg with every hit. At twenty-one, Harry had broken a sweat and little bumps began to appear on his ass. Evan switched to his hand and kept rapidly spanking Harry hard. Harry finally came from rubbing against Evan with the thrust from each hit to his ass.

Evan pulled Harry off of him. "Clean up your mess, slut," he said. Harry bent down and licked his own cum that ran down Evan's pants just in between his thighs. Harry took Evan's member from his pants and began sucking. His ass hurt like crazy, but he wanted Evan's cock regardless. Evan began fucking him down his throat. Harry held still as Evan thrust in and out of his throat. He reached down and started playing with Harry's asshole. He fingered it a few times and then pulled out of Harry's mouth.

"Fucking slut, your ass is still loose," he said, flipping Harry's ass up and sinking his cock to the core. Harry moaned. He still felt raw and Evan's cock was huge. Evan took it to him hard and fast. Harry kept crying out and moaning as Evan fucked him. Evan stuck his fingers in Harry's mouth and simulated fucking his mouth. Harry gagged on his fingers, spit dripping from his mouth.

Evan pulled out and flipped Harry on his back. He put Harry's legs over his shoulders and fucked Harry from the new angle. Harry's cock was hard and bounced against his stomach. Evan kept up the hard pounding and soon, Harry came all over his own chest. Evan kept going for several more minutes as Harry cursed how much it hurt every time Evan rubbed against his prostate. The twinges of good and bad rippled through him until Evan finally came deep inside Harry's ass.

Evan pulled out and leaned forward so that Harry could take his cock in his mouth. Harry sucked Evan's eight inches clean. He was breathing hard, trying to catch his breath. He wanted to break every one of Evan's rules over and over again if this was the result. Evan pulled back and fell onto the sofa. His cock was still half hard. Harry couldn't remember ever having seen it anything less than halfway hard. He wondered if Evan always sported an almost hard-on.

Evan picked up Harry and moved him to the bed, laying on his stomach. He brought some lotion over and started massaging it into Harry's red-streaked ass. Harry moaned with pleasure as Evan rubbed his ass and fingered him a few times. The lotion stung a couple of places, but Harry was extremely relaxed and enjoyed the sting. Harry fell asleep and Evan tucked him in.

Harry woke up at four. Evan remembered to set his alarm. Evan had fallen asleep next to Harry, and still had an arm slung across him. Harry really liked the feeling of being under Evan. He wiggled around to gently wake up Evan. Within seconds, Evan had put Harry's hand on his cock and started the stroking motions. Harry took over and stroked Evan's cock in long motions up and down.

Evan moved up next to Harry and soon was buried deep inside Harry's ass. Harry moaned, but allowed it, his body responding to Evan by thrusting his own hips slightly. Evan grabbed Harry's cock and Harry looked back surprised.

"You deserve it Harry, you took your punishment like a real man," Evan said huskily. Harry melted underneath Evan, responding to his words, and how he was stroking Harry's cock fast. Harry came and Evan waited a few moments for Harry to finish his orgasm. Then he pounded into Harry's ass roughly over and over again until he came in Harry's ass. He pulled out and held Harry's ass open with two fingers on each side. Evan's load spilled out and Evan pushed some of it back in with his cock and fucked deep in Harry's ass a few more times.

"That was amazing," Harry breathed out. He was thoroughly caught up in the after effects of being fucked hard and being stroked into cumming. Evan laid on his back and stared at the ceiling.

"You were a bad boy, Harry, don't do it again or I'll have to punish you much harder," Evan warned. Harry smiled in the dark. He really didn't know if he should risk Evan's wrath, but he couldn't help wanting to feel the sting of the belt on his ass again.