Harry was alone in his room at the Burrow. Technically it was Fred and George's room, but since their success with the joke shop, Harry moved in after graduating Hogwarts. He locked the door, making sure that no one could intrude or hear him as he took off his clothes, revealing his lithe, hairless body. He moved to the trunk at the end of his bed and smiled to himself as he pulled out two thick orange dildos, both ten inches long. He kissed the tips of both softly and moved to settle into his bed, his mind ready to wonder to the men of his affections.
Grabbing his wand, Harry casted a lubing spell on the two dildos. He raised his legs into the air and pressed the dildos against his already worn-out hole. He has been fucking himself every day since he brought those dildos two years ago and now his tight hole has loosened up to allow the dildos entry without even preparing for it. Lining up the orange cockheads with his hole, he slammed them both in with one rough push. "Daddies!" he cried out.
With both dildos in his hole, Harry grabbed his wand and again gave a wave. The dildos started moving on their own, moving in and out, in and out in sync with each other. Harry gave a throaty moan as he rolled his head back. With a last wave, ropes appeared and bounded Harry's legs and hands in the air, making so he is unable to move them, his fucked hole opened wide for the world to see.
"Ohh Daddy," Harry moaned. "Fred, George...fuck me Daddies."
He closed his eyes and moaned as the two dildos did their work, thrusting in and out of Harry's hole, stabbing his prostate over and over again causing Harry's hard cock to leak endlessly. Harry's moans filled the room and soon all thoughts of time was lost on Harry as he focused on the two orange dildos fuck him, becoming rougher and rougher over time. His moans started to turn into chanting, "Daddies, Daddies, Daddies, Daddies—Fred, George—Daddies!"
Harry was so lost in his fantasy, so lost in his moaning and screaming, that he did not hear the soft popping sound of two Apparations. Nor did he see two tall, handsome redheads standing in the room, both looking stunned then lustfully greedy, especially when Harry called them both "Daddy."
Fred and George smirked at each other. They just visited home in order to pick up some boxes that they stored in their old room, and did not expect to see the Golden Boy in such an open, lewd form. Masking their steps with Harry's screams of pleasure, Fred went to Harry's ass while George went towards his face.
"Such a good boy, don't you think George?" Fred asked, his voice snapping Harry out of his fantasy. His eyes opened in shock.
"He is Fred," George said, "But to play without his Daddies... that wouldn't do at all."
"No, it won't George," Fred chuckled. "He will need some punishment."
"Fred! George! I can ex—"
"No, no, naughty boys don't get to talk now," Fred chuckled. He reached down and grabbed the bases of both dildos. "You want to be our boy? Don't you Harry? You want us to be your Daddies? Don't talk, just nod 'yes' or 'no.'"
Harry's breath hitched and he nodded quickly. It was as if all of his fantasies were coming true. Fred smirked. "Good! Then as your Daddies, it is George and my responsibility to make sure that you're a good boy.
"And in order to be a good little slut, you need to be punished," George said. He nodded to Fred who pulled the dildos out of Harry's hole. Harry made a noise at the sudden emptiness he felt, but he didn't have any time to complain as Fred gave George one of the dildos. "Open your mouth Harry," George ordered.
Harry opened his mouth as wide as he could and George began pushing the orange dildo slowly into Harry's mouth and down his throat. Harry swallowed quickly, thankful that he had no gag reflex, as George angled his head so that it was easier for all ten inches to go into Harry's throat, the outline of which was clearly visible. "Such a pretty boy Harry," George said. "And such a good one for your Daddy... you swallowed the dildo whole on the first go, I'm so proud of you."
