SCRAM

“shite”, Harry thought. How could it be so? how had his professor, his father figure, his dad, daddy,papa, mama, caca seen him covered in the blood of his ex lovers new lover. Was remus rumpus’s favourite artists new favourite artist?

Dumbledore’s disciples charged into the room like a stampede of elephants, louder than the gruffalo himself.

Disciple number 47 yelled out their battle chant “LINK UP LINK UP LINK UP” as they swarmed to overwhelm Remus. His feeble attempts to fight back were no use, the disciples bagged him up and carried him out to the trough.

The trough was their sex cave. And boy did they have things in store for Remu.

parting his mouth slightly a sexual sigh narrowly escaped remu’s moist pink pillow lips. A pirmative instinct boiled within him. his eyebrows furrowed as he glanced around the room.

whips. chains. dog collar?

“i know what you like remy baby” woofed sirius.
approaching him sirius began stroking his hair with one hand, stroking his manhood with the other.

remus watched entranced as sirius’ painted black nails moved tightly up and down… up and down..
he felt himself throb.
growing…harder…larger…closer to sirius
“let’s give these toys a try” sirius demanded pushing remus to his knees. boy was he in for a ride. or was he going to be riden?