The Quidditch Rival

"That was bullshit," cried out the Gryffindor seeker, "I had that snitch! he must have cheated!"

Matthew had been upset that he had lost the game by failing to retrieve the Golden Snitch from James' slippery snake hands. Desperate to set things right in his mind, he storms off to the Slytherin tent to give them a piece of his mind.

"James you son of a bitch" he exclaimed!

"Come to lose ano-" James was cut off as a fist came flying towards his face!

"Hold it!" bellowed Haitham, catching the angry seeker's fist, before could connect. "Calm down, we can settle this on the pitch at the next game."

As Matthew lets out a sigh, realizing his anger got the better fo him, he feela a grip tighten on his hair as he's pulled backtowards something...or someone.

"Hold on, captain, perhaps we need to settle it here," James snickered, "clearly, this lowclass gryffindor thinks its okay to act unsportsmanlike."

James' grip tightened further on Matthew's hair, his free hand yanked at the wizard's hips.

"What are you doing?!" cried Matthew

"Teaching you your place." James sneered.

With quick and skillful movements, to be expected of the best seeker in Hogwarts, James subdues the rowdy wizard to his knees, holding his arms in place behidn him. Matthew couldn't believe what it felt like to have true strength hold him down, to feel a man embrace him.

"Over here quick now, boys." hollered James to his teammates.

More Slytherin began to surround Matthew, taking James' place in subduing him. They even firmed a grip around his cheeks to force open his mouth.

"You're quite the loudmouth, Russel. I detest such rude volume, especially from those whi aren't worth my time." said James, unbuckling his trousers, "But there are plenty of ways to make a noisy boy silent. However I can only think of one befitting of you."

Before Matthew can protest, James' erect cock is exposed and pressed against his pursed lips. He feels a heat overcome his face, he couldn't believe this was happening. Just an hour prior he had been neck and neck trying to take him down, and now he was about to service this enemy seeker's broom.

"FUCK OF-MMMPHH!" Matthew's objections were silenced by the thick head of James' dick, pushing its way past his lips, coating itself in Matt's hot saliva.

There was no easing in after the first stroke, James began to hammer himself into the poor boys mouth. Grabbing his hair and using Matthew as he saw fit, balls smacking his chin, wet slaps resounding in the tent for the whole team to hear.