Fan Fiction Friday: Harry Potter in "The Creepy House"

By Rob Bricken in Miscellaneous, Nerdery
Friday, April 23, 2010 at 3:01 pm
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Sorry, folks -- there's no way I can top last week's ComicsNix's epic, except with another ComicsNix story. They certainly exist, but I'd prefer to space them out -- save them as special treats rather than just burn through them all. They're to be savored, in my opinion. But in comparison, this week's tale of Harry Potter entering a, uh... creepy house -- written by someone named LovelyPair2, and suggested by TR reader m.ulyssea -- may seem rather pedestrian. Such is life.
Harry was walking down a random street after he escaped Dudley's gang. It was a very eerie looking street, with old Victorian mansions everywhere. One in particular caught his interest; it had rusty old iron gates, with a padlock attracted. The house looked like maybe royalty would've lived in it. It started to sprinkle, the started to down pour, he didn't remember how to get back to privet drive, and it was a good excuse to look around the house. He climbed over the gates, and ran to take cover inside. He walked around; saw the kitchen, living room, and just a bunch of empty rooms. He opened a door and walked down to the basement. What he saw made his eyes widened, there were a bunch of sex toy looking devices down there.

"What the hell?" said Harry, but then he realized that they looked new, so he backed up to the stair case, but bumped into something. He spun around, and everything went black.
And as the saying goes, once everything goes black, you'll never go back.


~~~~~Some time later~~~~~~

Harry shivered as he regained consciousness. He tried to look around, but all he saw was black, but then became aware that there was something on his face covering his eyes. He then tried to speak, but there was a ball gag in his mouth, large enough to make his jaw sore and feel like it's going to break. He moves around as best he could and the only thing that seemed that could move was his legs. It seemed that he was inclined on some kind of table or chair.

'Shit, what's going on?' though harry.
Harry seems to be taking the sudden appearance of a ball gag in his mouth pretty well.
He felt a breeze move down his legs,

'Fuck, where are my clothes?' harry thought terrified.
That seems more reasonable,
He felt cloth across his chest, go between his legs, and go between his cheeks tightly. His arms were crossed tight against his chest. It felt like a straight jacket. His cock was going through the front of the jacket, and a pressure was around the base of this cock making him want to come.
Ah, one of those special cock-jackets. I've heard of those.
"Poor poor Harry, here he is all bound up and has no idea what's going on" a voice said coming in front of him, a chilling hand lightly going over his cock, and he shivered. Then the hand moved down, and over the jacket, and found a hole where his hole was, a finger slid in unprepared, Harry gasped in pain and started to shake his head. The figure nodded his head and said "oh yes Harry, we're going to have lots of fun." The man slid his finger out and noting Harry's gasp.
Harry Potter and the Hole Where His Hole Was
He examined his finger, "We're going to have to clean you out, and so we can have fun." Harry again started shaking his head, but the man wasn't looking. He heard something being rolled over to him, and his legs were being lifted into stir-ups, and tied down. "I think a gallon should be enough, have you ever had an enema Harry?" Harry shook his head, "Hmmmm....oh well, here's your very first one of many."
Harry Potter and the Involuntary Enemas
Harry felt an ungreased butt plug ram into his hole which made him cry out. The plug then was pumped until Harry exploded; sealing tightly so nothing could come out. Warm soapy water came flooding in; the man was rubbing his stomach through the pain. Harry started to cry, 'it hurts' he thought. "Don't worry darling, you're almost a quarter of the way over."

His stomach swelled, the jacket was beginning to grow tight, causing it the ride up his ass more. "you look so beautiful, it's almost over." His cock was at attention, and pre cum was leaking from his slit, "We'll deal with that later." The water stopped, and Harry felt like there was a watermelon on the inside of his stomach. The man didn't take out the plug, he just kept it pumped up.
My favorite part about this story is that it's called "The Creepy House," as if a house where some dude ties you up, sticks his finger up your ass and gives you enemas against your will somehow still qualifies as Scooby-Doo-level "creepy." If I had written this story, it would be called "The Totally Fucking Crazy House," but for this author? It's merely "The Creepy House."
"After I remove the plug you can release", but he didn't release for what felt like a half an hour. As soon as he deflated it, Harry let loose a stream of brown water, and lumps of shit. His stomach went back down to its normal size, but he didn't get a chance to feel an empty feeling in his ass, because a finger was soon sliding in, then slid out and the man seemed satisfied. "Now, we need to get all the soap out of there so it's not irritated." Soon the plug slid back into place, but this time Harry started to struggle.
Harry Potter and the Clean, Satisfying Asshole
The man cooed "oh, Harry doesn't want to play, well I want to play, so we will play with each other." He pumped up the plug again, but this time even larger. The water started to flow, however the water was extremely cold and making his insides contract. Harry cried out after a wave of pressure came at him. The man again started to rub his belly. "You're half way done," after harry started to really cry and make the blindfold sopping wet.

When the water stopped, harry held it for forty-five minutes, and again order to wait until the plug was out. This time the water was clear as it came out. The man was very happy at this, "now I'm going to examine the insides with my speculum, don't worry." He slid in the cold metal with bruising force, Harry cried out.
Yes, Harry. A strange man's happiness depends entirely on your anus. Nothing to worry about.
He opens it as wide as it could go, and looked around. "good good, this is going splendidly, however you seem a bit tight, so my recommendation is to wear a dildo everywhere, and I have one right here just for you." His feet were untied and flipped onto his stomach, he was forced to kneel, and his arms were still tied above his head.
Sir, I have some reservations about the professionalism of your medical diagnosis.
To harry it seemed the largest dildo he had was being inserted into him, with ribs. Straps were being tied and looped into his jacket. Then his felt that area around his hole get tighter. "I'm just sewing a hole up, don't worry. So the slack that was given by having a hole in the jacket was going away, driving the dildo up even further. "Now, my pet we'll let you go off this chair, and you'll be able to walk around the house and outside if you wish."
Wait. The largest dildo Harry had? Are we to assume Harry had several dildos, and the dildo Professor Enema just inserted was equivalent to the largest dildo in Harry's collection?
Harry started to whine, "What is it pet?" Harry was thrusting his hips in the air to get some kind of relief from his painful erection. "Oh yes, that. Hmmmm..." the man loosened the ring, and started stroking his cock at a slow pace, then began to speed up. Harry tensed and he shot his load across the room. "That will be the last orgasm for a while, I hope you know that" the man said as he led Harry upstairs.

Harry struggled and managed to get away, but tripped and fell, and just stayed down because he can't see and it's not a good idea to run around with out seeing anything. The man knelt down and pulled Harry across his lap while he was sitting on the floor, and smacked him across the ass, reddening his cheeks.

Harry cried out, 'I wont do it again, please stop, it hurts stop.', but the man kept smacking his cheeks until they were a nice shade of fire engine red. "don't ever do that again, or I will have to punish you severely.
The End! Huh. So that was a story entirely about Harry Potter entering a house -- a creepy house, some might say -- and a strange man giving Harry Potter enemas. That's... that's a little weird. But this week's entry was a little short. Why, since we have some extra time, let's take a little peek at another story of his, titled "Bad Harry"...
"Here we are" They were black restraints; James slipped them over Harry's thigh on both legs, and over his wrists. He attached the wrists to the thighs. James tilted his son so he was only on the back, with his ass in the air, he walked away and grabbed an overgrown doctor's syringe, but with no needle. He started to fill it with water and beads, Harry's eyes widened, "please don't do this daddy"

"Oh, but Harry, I'm not your daddy right now, I'm your doctor and I heard you've been a bad boy, and it's time for your punishment."

He walked over to him, pushed the point of the syringe in, Harry cried out, and started to push down one the plunger. Harry started screaming in pain, "p-p-please it hurts, I'm too full", he watched as his stomach started to distend.

He could feel the beads moving around. "You have to tighten your muscles to keep it in or you'll get more." He did so and it kept coming in. He cried out.

Finally it stopped, Harry was painfully hard, and his stomach was huge. He whimpered.

"Now Harry, I know that you wanted to do this to some of those girls in those magazines, so I'm just getting you a feel for it if you ever did do this. Keep tightening please"
James walked away again, and came back with a cockring; he slipped it over Harry's cock. Then he slid in an a small wired net into Harry's hole. He helped him sit up, he held a pan underneath his hole, "you can let go now". Harry whimpered, he refused to let him self be treated like this, as a dog.

James growled, he started to rub his stomach and pushing down on it lightly until water came pouring out Harry cried out. His stomach going down, but not all the way. "Please daddy the beads they hurt, take them out"

"No, they'll stay in there until I say so." He laid Harry back down, unzipped his pants, and bent over Harry. "I will come in you so much, you'll look like your mother when she was carrying you, but don't worry you wont actually being carrying a child" Harry's eyes widened. "Please daddy" James tugged at his cock, until it was purple. "I need to come, please let me." "You need to learn you can't get everything you want"
Like, do you want to not have your father give you an involuntary, extra painful enema? Because you can't always get what you want, Harry. Okay. Weird. "Creepy," one might say. Two stories entirely about Harry Potter getting enemas against his will, with plenty of description about the enema process itself. What a crazy coincidence that this fan fic author would right about this subject twice. I guess maybe he was just trying to refine his first story or something. Hmm. You know, I have a thought. Let me check another story by this guy, called "A mix of everything"...
 Next to the desk was a silver tray, and an assortment of instruments were placed upon it. Snape walked over to it and grabbed a syringe. He walked back over Harry's pucker and gently slid in the tip, and pushed down on the plunger, he got up and smirked at Harry's face, but didn't say anything. He put that away, and grabbed the long black cord. There was a pretty long flexible nozzle on the top. He slid it in the nozzle first, waited then slide in another foot, and then waited. He repeated the process until about ten feet were inside him. Harry groaned as he felt the tube slide around inside him, it felt like a tiny long snake. When he was done he flicked his wand and the liquid in the bag started rushing in. He shuddered as he felt the warm liquid come inside his bowels.

At first it wasn't so bad, but then cramps started coming, and he started to whine and whimper. He looked toward Snape and pleaded with his eyes, but all Snape did was smirk and rub his tummy. He looked toward his belly, and if could have screamed he would have screamed, because his belly was so distended. It wasn't just his lower stomach; it started just under his pectorals. It made him seem like he had a beer belly, but he definitely did not.

He looked frantically at Snape then at the bag. He almost sighed in relief that it was more than half way gone, but like I said almost. He was having the worst cramps he has ever experienced, his face was burning up and he was sweating. Finally, the bag gave a gurgle and it was gone and Snape clipped of the tube.
"Now when I pull this out, if any at all come out, I'll go fill up this bag and make you take more. Understand?" He would have nodded, but he eyes told him that he understood perfectly. Before he pulled it out, he went over to the silver tray and picked up a something that was long and thick, but then not.

Snape walked back with whatever was in his hand, he showed him what it was. It was a ten inch dildo, but it was shaped like a butt plug because it was thick, then narrowed near the base, then thickened again. Harry looked panicked but Snape was as calm as a cucumber. He reached the tube and gently slid it out. Harry was clenching as hard as he could to keep the liquid in. Snape stared at the quivering pucker, and the one thing he wanted to do was just slam into it with his own cock, but he had to restrain himself.
I'm not 100% sure, but I think I'm starting to see a pattern here. One more story, "Baby Harry."
Harry moaned as he was flipped so he ass was sticking up and his head was by the feet holders. He was tied in this position. He felt a funnel enter him, and felt a whole lot of water enter him. He cried out as his stomach grew, until it was ready to explode. Then they stopped, they shoved in a water bottle and set it so it would never empty, and rolled him to the great hall, and went and sat at their tables.

Everyone sat and ate, and Harry was about to explode, until Draco came into view, "does baby have to go?" He nodded, and the bottle was removed, and he was set up against the wall, and over flowed water and poop. Draco said a cleaning spell before any of it could reach his face, and everything was right again. He walked over to Harry slide a hand over his hole, grabbed from his bag dildos and other toys, he slid them in easily. Harry cried out as two dildos came in, and a butt plug was set in place. Tears were everywhere, until he couldn't take it and passed out.
Why, if I didn't know better, I'd say this writer was obsessed with Harry Potter's asshole -- getting it cleaned, and having people stick as many stick in it -- once it's clean -- as possible, such as fingers, dildos, buttplugs, their cocks, whatever. What I can't decide if this guy hates Harry Potter and wants him anally violated, or is himself frantically masturbating while wearing Harry Potter glasses from the Halloween store and a feather duster shoved up his own ass. But I think I'm okay with leaving it a mystery. However, we do know one thing -- DO NOT EVER GO TO THIS GUY'S HOUSE. Unless you want a brutal redefinition of the word "creepy."

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