No Going Back
It seemed like the entire class was privy to the poor pet’s torment right now. And rather than help him escape Hermionie Psycho Granger, they were taking pictures and smirking. A few had their hands not-so-discretely tucked into their pants as they faked paid attention to the board. This must be his punishment for being such a- Pet’s increasingly foggy thoughts were interrupted as his Master’s wand transformed into a smooth and thick dildo of red and gold silicon. There was a freaking Gryffindor emblem printed proudly on its tip to add insult to injury.
It poked at his exposed crotch experimentally.
A few excited whispers and giggles sounded from seemingly all around him like a cloud of humiliation as the dildo retracted with Draco’s shameful slick coating its tip. Hermione smiled at the sight greedily.
“What a slut-”
“Like to see his family try to cover this up-”
“Look how wet he is…”
“Never thought I’d be glad to take potions with Malfoy-”
Was this really about to happen to him? Here?
A small moan sounded from the back of his throat as he unsuccessfully tried to swallow it. One of Pet’s classmates distracted the professor with a question as the potion master’s eyes began to drift back toward Pet.
“Look how pretty you wiggle for me,” Hermionie’s eyes flicked downward to his hips and back up at him. She guided his half-lidded gaze lower- and to his burning embarrassment, Pet- No, Draco didn’t realize he had been lewdly grinding against the dildo in Granger’s palm since she rubbed the tip against his pulsing hole.
“Stop-” He gasped out. He could feel his IQ lowering, thoughts and opinions becoming slower, simpler. What little self-control he had was quickly fading away. He had to put a stop to this before… before…
She leaned in towards him, her plush lips brushing the soft skin behind his ear. He shivered and brought his hips up once before retraining himself. “Oh, you want me to stop?” She whispered through teeth.
Pet- DRACO tried to take any control he could in this surreal experience by looking straight ahead with whatever dignity he thought he still had.
He bit his lip, barely holding back a breathy whine as she rubbed the tip of the Gryfiindor dildo up-
And down- and up- and down-
Someone took another picture as a book was dropped to mask the sound.
Who the hell was taking pictures of this abuse?! His father would have their heads the moment this was over. As for Granger-
Hermionie trust two inches into him in a deliberate motion. It stretched his quivering hole, and only then did Draco fully accept that he was about to be fucked publicly by his second most hated classmate in the middle of potions. The fake dick was smooth, wide, and the pressure Master- GRANGER did to keep it from coming out despite Draco’s little struggles felt glorious. He didn’t know if it was the spell she put on him, or whatever sick transformation he was going through, but he knew and felt deep down that he was about to orgasm in front of all of them whether he liked it or not.
"Nyuh-!" The pleasure-filled whine escaped him before he could stop it.
He squeezed his lips together and froze. But the damage was done.
Draco’s classmates could only do so much to distract, and their luck ran out as Snape made direct eye contact with the wet, quivering, and fucked-out face of Draco Malfoy.