Into The Void

There was a long line of slugs that the red head Weasley had left after spewing them up; a long trail of huge, slow moving, ugly, slimy slugs that were creeping over the grass at a painfully slow pace. Draco, still in his Quidditch robes, his broom still clutched in his hand, was gazing down at one of the slugs almost fascinated, watching the way the tentacles moved so lazily, how the body of the slick worm-like creature writhed over the ground as it nudged itself forward, how it\'s outer membrane glistened in the light with each slow movement that it made. For a while, Draco simply stared, occasionally tilting his head as if contemplating something, his brow arching now and again. His cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, were by his side, peering at each other in their usual dumb manner, shrugging, then looking down at the slug, too.

Finally, Crabbe piped up in his typical lack wit sounding voice, “Er, Draco...why are we watching these worms?”

Draco, his attention snapped from the creatures, dashed his head to the side and peered caustically at Crabbe, scowling, and spat nastily, “They\'re slugs, you idiot!”

Crabbe blushed and burrowed his hands into his pocket, lowering his head a little and correcting himself quietly, stating, “Er...sorry, Draco. I meant...I meant slugs.”

Draco cocked his brow at his rotund follower and raised his chin in a haughty manner, then swiveled his head in Goyle\'s direction and gave him an equally nasty look. “Do you like slugs, Goyle?” he asked brusquely, jabbing his finger in the direction of the slug.

Goyle shifted his bulky frame awkwardly on the spot and blushed, just as Crabbe did, then shrugged, giving Draco a dumb look. “Um...I, er...um...”

“I\'m asking you if you like them, Goyle, not about their anatomy!” Draco huffed in annoyance, standing straight and rolling his eyes. “God, you are stupid,” he added spitefully. Goyle did little more than stand stock still and open and close his mouth a few times, unsure how to respond to Draco, and finally lowered his head in submission, staring back down at the slug.

Quietly, Draco peered at Goyle, then snapped his head back in Crabbe\'s direction, then back at Goyle. A smile, vindictive and snide, crept upon the Seeker\'s lips, until there was a full smirk upon his face, and he spoke softly but firmly, “Collect that slug, Goyle,” pointing at the slug again. Looking at Crabbe, he added, “Or you, porky. Either one of you, pick that slimy thing up” then clutched his broom tightly and stood back waiting for one of the corpulent boys to do as they were bid. The two looked at each other, then at Draco questioningly, Goyle pointing to the slug on the ground and saying, “You want me to pick that up?” in an incredulous voice.

Draco rolled his eyes again and clicked his tongue in annoyance, snapping back, “Look, I don\'t care who picks the slug up, just bloody do it!” Goyle and Crabbe glanced at each other before Crabbe reluctantly ventured forth and stooped down, outstretching his plate-sized hand and moving it over the slimy creature, grimacing as his hand enclosed over it and he gathered it up in a fist. “Good,” Draco spoke, then sauntered off, motioning for the other two to follow him, Crabbe and Goyle trundling along behind Malfoy, Draco leading the way in a haughty and obnoxious manner towards the boy\'s bathroom, swinging his broom in time with his gait. Once they reached the bathroom, Draco ushered them in impatiently, then followed them in, closing the door behind him and locking it. Facing Crabbe and Goyle, he urged them into the middle of the vicinity, making his way over to the bathroom stall and propping his broom against it, then leaning against the wall, folding his arms.

Both Crabbe and Goyle stood in the middle of the cold room, the slug squirming about in Crabbe\'s hands, staring blankly at Draco. “Uh...” began Goyle, “what now?”

Draco grinned, darting his eyes from Crabbe then to Goyle, and licked his lips. “Take your trousers off, Goyle,” Draco ordered matter-of-factly.

Goyle stared at Draco uncertainly, flexing his hands by his side and shifting upon the spot. “Uh...what?”

Draco rolled his eyes once again and dashed his arm out, jabbing his finger at Goyle\'s trousers. “I said, take your trousers off, you bloody oaf. And your robes, while you\'re at it.”

Knitting his brows together, Goyle hesitated a moment before drawing his pudgy hands to his robes and parting them, furling the black fabric in his fists and drawing the garb off his broad shoulders and letting it slide down his arms, dropping it messily to the floor. He then clasped the strap of his belt and unthreaded it, glancing at Crabbe in a worried manner. Silently, he unbuckled the belt, popped his trouser buttons, then unzipped his fly, parted the plackets of his pants and pushed them down over his thighs until they fell in a rumpled heap around his ankles.

“And,” Draco said, his brows raised and his finger gesturing at Goyle\'s underwear, “the boxers, Goyle.”

Goyle gulped loudly and parted his lips to retort, thought better of it when Draco glared at him dangerously, then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down over his hips, letting them fall in a heap atop of his trousers. Draco surveyed the boy\'s large flaccid cock with a smirk, then moved his eyes to Crabbe, who was now very red in the face and grimacing at the way the slug was creeping about in his hands.

Still leaning against the wall, Draco crossed his arms once more and looked at Goyle closely, studying the boy\'s crimson face. “Well,” he finally spoke, making circular motions with his forefinger “turn around, then!”

“Oh...um...er...okay,” Goyle replied, and dumbly shuffled his feet until he faced the other direction, his white flappy buttock peering out from underneath the entails of his shirt. Crabbe darted his eyes from Goyle to Draco, still clutching the slug in his hands and wondered what Draco was thinking, what he was up to.

“Oh, for god\'s sake, Goyle, bend over!” Draco scolded, throwing his hands in the air as though he had already told the boy this instruction many times before.

Goyle, who was looking at Draco over his shoulder, gave an embarrassed grunt and leaned over, placing is hands on his thighs and looking down at the floor, his brows quirking together.

“Good,” Draco remarked, crossing his arms again, then looked at Crabbe. “You,” he spoke rudely, “see that slug in your fat hands, Crabbe?”

Crabbe nodded slowly, glancing down at the large brown, slimy creature, then back up at Draco. “Yes, Draco.”

“Well, Crabbe, I want you to do something for me.” Draco pushed himself away from the wall and dropped his hands from their crossed position, curling his fingers into the partings of his robes and drawing them apart, then flicking them back, burrowing his hands into his trouser pockets. He strolled over to Crabbe, still smirking, his shoes clicking on the floor and resonating around the large, cold bathroom. “I want you to do something with that slug,” he added once he was standing next to the boy holding the slug.

Crabbe gulped loudly and shifted on the spot, glancing at Goyle\'s bent back, down to the slug in his hands, then back to Draco. “Wh-what do you...you want me to-to do?”

Draco grinned wider, drawing a hand out of his pocket and gesturing towards Goyle\'s robust bottom. “Goyle is going to part his fat cheeks and you are going to put that-” he pointed at the slug, suppressing a shudder of disgust “-into his arse.”

Crabbe paled and glanced back down to the slug again; Goyle let out a loud gasp of horror and swung his head to look behind him at Draco, his eyes wide open. “B-but...why?” Crabbe asked, furrowing his brow.

Draco scowled at Crabbe and waved his hands dismissively. “Don\'t question me. Just do it, fatty.”

Crabbe audibly gulped and looked back down at the unsuspecting slug. “B-but...that\'s...cruel.”

Draco snorted loudly. “Come off it, Crabbe. Don\'t be such a little girl.” At that, he snapped his attention to Goyle, who was still staring at him nervously from the position he was standing in. “Part your cheeks, Goyle,” he ordered, snapping his fingers.

Goyle, who at this point was beginning to sweat, little beads forming on his forehead, reluctantly moved his hands behind him and curled his fingers over the contours of his buttocks and pressed his fingertips in, clasping the cheeks firmly, then parting them, slowly revealing his sphincter. Crabbe watched this and went a paler shade of white, his own sheen of sweat building upon his forehead in a light film.

“Good,” Draco said again, then added, “Right. Goyle, widen your hole.”

Goyle spluttered and took in a sharp breath, uttering in dumbfounded disbelief, “What?”

“You heard me, Goyle. I said, widen your hole!” The blank look upon Goyle\'s face made Draco roll his eyes once more and he stamped his foot in impatience, adding, “Slide your finger into your hole and widen it, you idiot.”

Swallowing loudly, unsure why he was complying to this, Goyle turned away from Draco and Crabbe, and extended his forefinger, slowly snaked it to his hole, biting his lip and touched the rim of his anus, shuddering at the sensation, how sensitive it was. Tentatively, he let his finger linger there a moment, staring down at the stone floor in concentration, then quickly prodded his fingertip into his hole as Draco cleared his throat impatiently. He winced loudly at the feeling of his own finger penetrating him, and squeezed his eyes shut as he slid his finger in slowly, the bands of muscles within him clamping down and immediately reacting to the invasion, pushing against the intrusion. He felt his hole spasm, and he shuddered again, curling his toes at the feeling, Crabbe looking on in horror, Draco looking on smugly.

“Good,” Draco once again spoke. “Now, two fingers.”

Goyle squeezed his eyes together tighter and pulled his finger out, then slowly nudged the second finger in, lurching forwards as his sphincter stretched, hissing loudly. Pushing his fingers until they were fully sheathed within his cavity, he held his digits there, his eyes still clamped shut, awaiting the next instruction from Draco.

“Now,” Draco finally spoke, pulling his hands out of his pockets and clapping them together, “Crabbe.” He turned to the boy who was now positively white with terror, and Draco pointed to the floor and said loudly, “On the floor, Crabbe, and Goyle is going to hold his arse open while you nudge that fat, ugly bastard into Goyle\'s hole.” He suppressed a chuckle at his words, gesturing for Crabbe to do as he was told. Crabbe merely stood and stared at Draco, the slug oozing around in his fingers, and it wasn\'t until Draco stamped his foot and yelled at Crabbe to get his fat self on the floor that he did so, stumbling ungracefully to his knees behind Goyle, who still had his fingers up his anus.

“Goyle,” Draco said loudly, stepping to the side to get a better look at what was happening, “pull your arse open. Wide.”

Goyle whimpered, his eyes now filling with tears, and he replied, “No! I won\'t do it!” in a sob.

Draco stepped forward and belted Goyle across the head. “Do it, you fat lump of lard!” he barked.

Cowering, Goyle obediently gouged his fingers on his other hand into his hole and prised his arse open with shaky fingers, hiccuping and trembling in both fear and disgust. He bent over lower, tears rolling down his cheeks and dropping to the floor in large splashes.

“Crabbe,” Draco commanded, pointing at Goyle\'s opened hole. “Put the slug there.”

Crabbe stared desperately at Draco and then at Goyle\'s opened orifice, then down at the slimy mollusk. “I...I...I can\'t,” he whispered.

It was Crabbe\'s turn to be belted across the head and barked at by Draco, and he, too cowered, then obediently drew the slug towards Goyle\'s cavity with shivering, trembling hands, his lower lip quivering prominently. He pushed the face of the slug against Goyle\'s anus, Goyle letting out a shriek, and pulled a face of sheer disgust as he nudged the slug forth.

The creature slid and squirmed in his trembling appendages, the upper retractile tentacles swiping slowly over Goyle\'s anus. The slug nudged over Goyle\'s entrance nonchalantly, leaving a glistening smear of mucus that had secreted from its slime gland, turning its head from one side slowly, then to the other side, as Crabbe held it there, his own tears beginning to form.

“Hurry up, Crabbe, you stupid lout!” Draco spat, belting Crabbe against the head again.

Crabbe let out a cry and forcefully shoved the slug against Goyle\'s entrance, the slug instantly retreating its head into its mantle from the sudden movement, and Draco hit Crabbe again, shouting, “Don\'t be so stupid, you\'re scaring it!”

Crabbe winced and tried to be slower, more careful, nudging the slug in again more gently, trying to see through his tears at what he was doing. His fingers were now completely covered in the thick mucus that the slug had secreted, the substance congealing on his palms and fingers.

“Open your hole wider, porky,” Draco commanded nastily at Goyle, to which Goyle shakily obeyed, prising the hole wider. As Crabbe pushed the slug in again, its head was slowly reappearing, and its tentacles swooped over Goyle\'s exposed orifice and slowly, as Crabbe nudged it further, its head slowly disappeared into the entrance of Goyle\'s hole.

Goyle let out another shriek at the disgusting sensation of the mollusk invading his most intimate sanction, stiffening and clenching his buttocks tightly, letting out a sob. Crabbe\'s hands began to shake more violently as he nudged the mollusk in deeper, the creature finding footing upon the skin of Goyle\'s rim and slowly began to nudge itself forward.

“Stop it!” Goyle shrieked in a high pitched voice, tears falling faster from his eyes, his legs shaking dangerously. “Stop it!”

“Shut up, you girl,” Draco hissed back, belting Goyle over the head once more. He darted his gray-blue eyes back to the invading slug and grinned, watching the mollusk slowly edge it\'s way into Goyle\'s cavity. “Open yourself wider,” Draco commanded, to which Goyle obediently complied yet again to avoid yet another blow to his head, making more room for the slug to creep in. Slowly, inch by slow inch, the mollusk crept in, its head now fully outstretched again, and it slithered into Goyle\'s orifice at a tediously slow pace, Draco watching with fascination, Goyle sobbing loudly, and Crabbe now turned away from the sight with his eyes screwed shut, tears leaking down his cheeks.

Goyle quailed as he felt the slimy slug encroach into his anal crypt, the tentacles brushing over the fibres of his rectum and slithering in undulating ripples along the passage wall, leaving a trail of gooey, glue-like mucus that secreted from its slime gland underneath its body. As it entered deeper, Draco still staring intently, Draco watched in fascination as the pneumostome, the small opening with which the mollusk was breathing in and out, flapped slowly and deliberately before it crawled in further towards Goyle\'s inner sphincter.

Goyle let out another wail as he felt the wave-like motion of the slimy creature as it invaded his orifice, the thickness of the overly large slug filling his hole. It had crawled in enough, by this point, for Crabbe to snatch his hands away from it, the slug now slithering deeper into Goyle\'s anus, and Crabbe let out a sob and scrambled to his feet and raced to the sink, sniffling loudly as he turned the faucet on frantically and dashed his hands under the running water, scrubbing his hands furiously.

“Get it out!” Goyle cried out, sobbing again, feeling the mollusk creep deeper into him. Goyle so much wanted to squeeze his external sphincter in repulsion, wanted to expel the creature from him, but was terrified that if he bore down upon the slimy slug, it would be squashed within him. The tears flowed faster as he felt the undulating movements of the slug pushing itself forth on its \'foot\', the mucus it was secreting congealing on his anal wall.

Draco was awed, his lips now parted and his eyes wide with fascination. “Wow,” he gushed quietly, placing a hand on Goyle\'s back and crouching down to peer closer at the overly large mollusk as it squirmed its way into Goyle\'s anus.

Goyle, on the other hand, was now beginning to retch; he wanted to dash a hand to his mouth and clap his palm over it, but couldn\'t as he was holding his hole open with both hands. He furrowed his brow and leaned over further, his stomach churning ominously. “I think I\'m going to be sick,” Goyle uttered in a weak voice, making a whimpering sound as a large wave of nausea rolled through his gut.

“Oh, shut up and stop being a baby!” Draco scolded. Draco raised a hand to Goyle\'s hole and extended his forefinger, and prodded the back of the slug harshly and quickly, sliding the mollusk in further with ease, then snatched his hand away. Goyle quailed again and jerked at the sensation, his knees almost buckling, and he felt the slug be pushed up further, passing his dantate lile - the muscles that separated his anal opening from his rectum - and entering his rectum fully. He lurched forward as the thick, gooey slug intruded into his most sacred region of his body and began to dry retch loudly, whimpering at the same time. Crabbe, who was still at the basin, still had the water running and was still furiously scrubbing his hands, his eyes squeezed shut, trying in vain to block out any noise that he heard from Goyle.

“I\'m going to be sick!” Goyle cried out, and retched again loudly, his face now visibly green. The slug was now so far up Goyle\'s rectum, only the tail was now visible, and Goyle could feel the creature squirming and squishing within his orifice, each movement making him feel more sick and repulsed. A long, thin drizzle of mucus that had oozed from the slug dipped out of Goyle\'s anus and rolled like a drop of clear honey down his perineum, and his hole was pulsating violently as his inner sphincter spasmed, half-heartedly attempting to push the mollusk out of Goyle\'s crevice.

Draco prodded at the slug again, moving from a crouching position to kneeling, ignoring the cry from Goyle. He furrowed his brow in repulsed fascination, briefly touching the end of the slug that was still visible, then retracting his hand in a flash, screwing his face up. “That feels gross,” he commented.

“How do you think I feel!” Goyle cried, lurching again. He swayed about, still doubled over, retching once more, then added, “I\'m going to be sick,” in a desperate voice, and instantly snapped his hands from his hole, closing his anus around the slug and clapping his hands to his mouth. Suddenly realising what he\'d done, Goyle screamed loudly and fell forward, landing on his front hard and smacking his forehead on the floor.

Draco sat back on his haunches, clicking his tongue in annoyance and shouted, “Now, look what you\'ve done! You\'ve bloody gone and trapped the bloody thing in there!” Draco slapped his hands on the floor, ignoring Goyle\'s sobs, and pushed himself to his feet, swiveling on his heel to face Crabbe. “Get over here, Crabbe, and take Goyle to Pomfrey,” Draco ordered, highly put out.

Crabbe, who had stopped washing his hands and was leaning against the basin, spoke in a weak, wavering voice, “Why can\'t you take him?”

Huffing, Draco scoffed and stamped over to Crabbe, snatching his fat arm with both hands and yanking the boy from the sink. “Because I said so,” he gruffly replied, and hurled Crabbe over to Goyle, who was writhing about on the floor in pure disgust, sobbing loudly. Draco sneered and shook his head. “Good god, Goyle, it\'s just a fucking slug,” Draco retorted. Rolling his eyes, he then strode over to where his broom was propped, snatched it in his hand and faced the two, watching Crabbe clasp Goyle\'s arm and trying with all his might to help the large boy to his feet, faltering and going a paler shade of white every time Goyle cried out. Draco scoffed again, then said in a rude voice, “I\'m off. See to it, Crabbe, that Goyle gets to Pomfrey fast, will you? We can\'t have him wailing like a banshee for too long.”

At that, Draco spun on his heel and flounced towards the door, unlocked it and opened it, then stepped over the threshold into the corridor, leaving Crabbe and Goyle to their own devices.