Terrorism Repaid

Even though Umbridge had decreed a total curfew, Harry felt too hemmed in to really observe it. Whenever the disturbing Voldemort dreams came he had to get out of the confines of the dorm in order to reach a feeling of equilibrium. He found the best healing, either on the top of the Astronomy Tower, or in the high steamy domes of the prefect’s bathroom.

This night Harry had experienced a dream about some Muggles being tortured, Lucius had been the perpetrator whilst a gloating Dark Lord encouraged him. The torture had been sexual in nature, interfering with the Muggles’ paraphernalia and making them scream in excited bloody saturnalia. Harry had woken up covered in sweat and sticky cum. Definitely aroused by the dream and also disgusted that he had enjoyed it. For some reason the actual long and complicated Latin words of Lucius’s repeated curse stuck in Harry’s mind, going round and round like a mantra.

Outside a storm blew unabated; lashing the castle with sheets of icy rain, so it was steam time in the bathroom that Harry chose. Donning his invisibility cloak he tiptoed out through the portrait and was soon ensconced in a steaming bath. Being stormy outside it increased the snug feeling and the humidity inside, so Harry soon became immersed in a warm cotton-wool mist, revelling in the hot water and amusing himself idly with the bubbles.

Harry thought he heard the bathroom door open so he grabbed his wand and kept quiet. After a long wait no-one emerged from the hot fog so Harry gradually relaxed replacing his wand on the edge of the bath and turning his attention back to the bubbles.

“Levicorpus,” rang out, in the inescapable tones of his arch-rival. As he rose into the air Harry fumbled his wand and dropped it, Crabbe picked it up and grinned evilly at Harry.

Harry’s naked body floated out of the water and over towards the benches where his clothes were.

“Why Potter, what a surprise, out after curfew and in the prefect’s bathroom to boot. I’m sure Headmistress Umbridge would love to scold you about it. However I do believe that this minor infringement comes under the jurisdiction of the Inquisitorial Squad.”

“Put me down, Malfoy.”

“I will in a minute. I’m just looking up the list of punishments we can use. Ah … Here it is … How interesting … Hmm … Indecent exposure in a public place … Well, well!”

“This isn’t a public place, Malfoy. In case you have forgotten. It’s a private bathroom.”

“So it is – only prefects can have use of it – so you’d better leave immediately.”

“In case you have forgotten again, Dumbledore gave me permission to use it.”

“Ah yes … But he’s no longer headmaster now. Is he? Neither are you a Quidditch captain any more.”

Draco waved his wand and Harry floated towards the door, which Goyle opened.

“Well … At least you’re not trespassing now. Oh dear! You seem to be in a public place and indulging in exhibitionist behaviour. The book says: ‘take into seclusion and mete out an appropriate punishment’. Hmm … What is a suitable punishment … Hmm … I know. Open that door to the old classroom please, Vince. That should cover the seclusion bit … Now … About a suitable punishment … Hmm …”

“Ah … Draco … Isn’t the exposure bit about sexual intentions?”

“So it is, Greg. Suitable punishment … Now let me see …” Draco pointed his wand at Harry’s floppy fidpin: “Erecto penis tuus in delicto amor … That should do the trick.”

Harry’s prick extended itself to a full shining intumescence: “Malfoy, stop it, you’re not allowed to rape a fellow student, even under the Toad’s new rules.”

“It says – suitable punishment – in the book.” Draco held up the blue book of rules. “As my assistant so admirably put it, exposure of the genitals denotes sexual intention; therefore a sexual punishment is apposite. In extremis sugeris.” Another spell hit Harry’s balls.

Whereas before, it had felt as though someone’s fingers were caressing him, now it felt like full suction as well. Harry’s bum rose and fell to the rhythm of his invisible masturbation and he gasped at the glory of the feelings engendered. He felt his scrotum tighten in preparation to ejaculation.

“Non ejaculare in hominum perversis.” Draco cast another jinx.

“I’m not the pervert, you are,” howled Harry, as his urethra was blocked by the spell. The exciting treatment continued. The feeling inside his cock was overwhelming, as the pressure of unreleased spunk built up and still more was produced by his titillated testes. To accommodate the build-up his stalk began to expand, both in width and length. The skin on his glans shone as it stretched to enclose the building fluids. The feeling was like a hundred ejaculations all at once and Harry squirmed in exquisite agony.

At last he could stand it no more: “Huh … Please … Huh … Malfoy … Huh … Please … Huh … Release … It …. Huh.”

“Are you asking me to play with your prick, Potter?”

“Yes … Huh … yes anything … Huh … Before it bursts … Huh … Oh, please!”

“Do you promise to let me play with it, whenever I want?”

“What …? Huh … Huh … Oo-ooh … N-n-no, never.”

“Let me know when you agree, I understand that tender young skin is very, very elastic.”

Harry endured the excruciating enjoyment for another five minutes, watching as his prick slowly broadened and lengthened beyond its normal six inches: “Okay, Malfoy. You win, you may play with it whenever you want, just … please … please give me release.”

“Repeat after me … I Harry Potter …”

“I Harry Potter … Huh!”

“Give Draco Malfoy exclusive rights …”

“Give Draco Malfoy exclusive rights … Huh!”

“To fondle my prick at any time …”

“Oh … To fondle my prick at any time … Huh!”

“And in any place of his choosing.”

“And in any place of his choosing … Huh!”

“As well as anyone he deputises.”

“What …? Huh … Huh.”

“You heard me …As well as anyone I deputise.”

“That means … Huh … everyone can … Huh … have me … Huh … if you let them.”

“Quite correct … Now will you swear or shall I leave you to swell in agony?”

Harry held his breath hoping it would help, all that happened was that the lack of oxygen heightened his feelings: “Oo-oo-ooh … Very well then … Huh … As well as anyone you deputise … Huh … Now please … Huh … Relieve me.”

“Not yet; now repeat: ‘On my oath and upon my magic, I swear’.”

“Huh … On my oath … Huh … And upon my magic … Huh … I swear … Huh … Now can I cum … Huh … Plea-ea-ea-ea-se?”

“Okay, but not here.” Draco grabbed Harry’s toe and apparated somewhere within the confines of the Hogwarts wards. They arrived in a dorm decorated in the Slytherin colours. Not only were there Slytherins of Harry’s year there, but some from the upper years also.

“Potter has given me permission to play with his prick,” said Draco as he dumped Harry on a bed and a number of hands grabbed his arms and legs, tying him akimbo to each of the bedposts. Draco commenced caressing the overheated member with his fingers and then pointed his wand at it: “Libero!”

The volcano erupted; at least that is what it felt like to Harry. There was a fountain of cream, most of which hit the ceiling above him and dribbled in stalactites towards the floor. Even after Harry had finished, Malfoy continued to caress the Gryff’s hard-on making him mewl in painful pleasure.

Malfoy held an auction for the privilege of being appointed a deputy. Once the money was paid the duly appointed wizard laid hold of Harry’s genitalia. Few were gentle; all brought him to a thrilling, howling conclusion; adding more cream to that that was dripping around them. Once an hour his spunk reserve was replenished magically, when his prick was red-sore it was healed and when he passed out in superlative sexiness he was enervated. Eventually Harry was allowed to remain comatose with his elongated prick and glowing genitals still generating all encompassing waves of sensuousness.

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Harry woke up in his own bed with an ache in his cock, the equivalent of having had multiple wet dreams. As is usual with teenagers he had a morning woody; his mates had seen it before, just as he had seen theirs. So he arose nakedly to go to the bathroom.

“Bloody hell, Mate; what did you do to it? It must be a good two inches longer than yesterday.” Ronald was ogling Harry’s elongated intumescence: “I’ll hardly be able to get my fist round it now.”

Harry looked down, wondering if it had all been another Voldie dream, after all: “It’s grown a bit Ron, but not all that much.”

“Okay … If you say so …” Ronald looked enviously at Harry’s hard-on.

After a long pee and under the hot shower the stiffness subsided although the glorious ache continued. Harry dried himself, got dressed and went carefully down to breakfast. He sat in his usual place facing the Slytherin table. Draco came in and took his accustomed place too, scowling at Harry as was his wont.

‘Perhaps it was a dream after all,’ thought Harry: ‘He seems his usual arrogant self.’

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After their lesson with Hagrid there was some spare time, so Harry went for a recuperative walk in the grounds; finding a moss covered glade. The sun was out, the insects buzzing and the aromas of herbs and leaves almost overpowering. It was one of Harry’s favourite quiet places. This was where he could pretend that there were no pressures on him to defeat Voldie, or to succeed at exams, or to be lectured by forceful relatives, or got-at by a certain bushy haired and bossy female friend. He drifted off into a doze.

“Hello, Potter,” said a seductive voice: “I do hope you haven’t forgotten your promise. Unzip and let me play. My two sidekicks want a go too.”

Harry’s fingers reluctantly did as they were told. Once his belt and zip were undone the two bruisers held him down and tugged his trousers as far as his feet. Draco cast a hex which parted the waistband of Harry’s boxers wide, exposing a triangle of bare flesh below his waist. Lying within the uncovered birds-nest of hair lay two eggs and a flaccid stem trying to hide from the imagined depredations to come. As he lay there in the open, Harry felt a set of fingers slowly crawl up his leg. Their intent was obvious and the nearer they came to their goal, the more his stem forgot its fright and expanded in sympathy. At last the fingers gripped his flesh and then started pumping roughly.

“Non ejaculare,” was whispered.

“Oh no … Not again … Please?”

“I like seeing you, hot and helpless, Potter, but we’ll not use any other spells, just our fingers.”

Greg got Harry to the edge; Vince added his squeezing pump causing Harry’s muscles to spasm. Then Draco took over with a feather-light caress. As he came towards what would have been his third ejaculation Harry’s arse arched up and another hand went exploring his buttocks.

“Merlin, Potter, you have beautiful buns.” By this time the fingers were caressing his magic half-inch, increasing the output of his testes.

Harry huffed in overdriven orgasmic output, feeling his expanded prick elongate even further: “Please … Please … Malfoy … Release me.”

“Since you ask so nicely - Libero!”

As Harry’s arched body collapsed after the fountain of fruition, it trapped Draco’s hand, impaling Harry’s rosebud on a deliberately outstretched finger.

“Um … Malfoy … You only have permission to play with my prick.”

“Yes I know, but your prostate is part of your prick and I can only reach it through your bum.”

“I think you’re pushing your luck. Take it out.”

“Okay … Have it your own way … Erecto penis tuus in delicto amor non ejaculare. I’ll see you in an hour’s time.” The two sidekicks walked off and Draco rose as if to depart.

Harry rose too. His arching body showing off a glowing purple prick: “No-o-o-o-o-o,
Oh-h-h-h-h-h, No-o-o-o-o-o-o. Okay-y-y-y, You-u-u-u, Win-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n.

“I thought you’d see it my way. Now divest yourself of your trousers and underpants and spread your legs wide.”

Harry’s cock was still growing and his body all tense, but he managed somehow to rid himself of his nether garments. Only when Draco was seated between Harry’s outstretched legs did he offer the second release spell. As Harry collapsed, a slick Draconian finger entered, exploring as it went. Harry’s dong drooped for a minute or two until Draco found what he was looking for.

“Whee-ee-ee-ee.” Everything belonging to Harry was tensed-up and at attention again. Harry had never felt as sexy as this before. Draco paid as much attention to Harry’s external glans as he did to his internal gland, soon producing another stream of cream. Harry’s muscles spasmed and his sphincter gripped Draco’s finger until it was over.

Meanwhile Malfoy’s minions had returned; so Harry had to endure the attentions of the two magical thugs. Goyle stuck his wand tip inside Harry’s glans and uttered the tickling charm. Harry pumped the air with his prick dancing around and his feet flailing. As he started to cum, Vince took over and squeezed Harry’s boner to restrict the emerging ejaculate, all the time rubbing the sensitised slit. It burnt, but it was good, Harry’s bum did an energetic rumba and his legs scissored in and out. The thrill of delayed coition set sparkles glowing inside Harry’s head. Dumb thugs they may have been, but they certainly knew how to give his body a deep thrill. Again Harry passed out.

He awoke on the moss; feeling chilly down below. Looking round he found he was alone and gathered up his clothes. Whilst putting them on, he was very careful not to excite his over-sensitive stake. When he set off back to the school building his walk was slightly bowlegged.

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The following day Harry was abducted in the showers after Quidditch practice. Tied between two dividing screens the shower heads were detached in the adjacent cubicles. One shower was regulated so that it was freezing cold, the other regulated so that the water was on the edge of being scalding, but not quite. The nozzles were adjusted to narrow the shower width to an assertive squirt and aimed at Harry’s pubes. Within minutes he was hard again with the cold jet working up and down his prick and the hot one steaming on his scrotum. After a minute or two the jets changed action; increasing the thrill. Harry was speechless in carnal lechery only being able to huff every time the jets changed or caught an erotic spot. The assembled Slytherins enjoyed Harry’s floor-show; making suitable derogatory remarks.

Having drained him of his sexual reserves, everyone left, bar Draco. He lightly fingered Harry’s mushroom edge, making him convulse at every stroke.

Every day until the OWLS commenced; Draco found Harry hiding away. Every day Harry had unsurpassed ejaculations; sometimes with Draco by himself and at other times with an attentive participant audience. Some of the Slytherin girls were even deputed to play, but they were not as half as skilful as Draco or his two minders. Every day, when he had subsided, Harry vowed not to go near Malfoy again. Problem was that Harry’s libido revelled in the many delicious ways that Draco managed to invent, and this made Harry feel guilty; effectively stopping him from telling his friends what was going on. Not that he had any leisure with the gruelling revision taking place

On the last day before the exams Draco caught Harry skulking in one of the disused classrooms. To start the session off, Draco dropped his own trousers; showing Harry his erection and measuring them up side by side.

“If Father doesn’t interfere with me this time, you and I will be a match.”

Draco then ordered Harry to play with Draco’s dong, at the same time Draco stroked Harry’s hard-on vigorously. Harry had never felt such an exciting feeling as masturbating Draco; he had played around with his dorm-mates attributes many times, but somehow this was different. Mutual wanking over, Draco tucked himself in: “So long sucker; I’ll be catching you after the exams. Don’t forget to dream about me when you can’t think of the answer.” With that the Slytherin left. Leaving Harry musing on what had been meant and very turned-on by having had Draco’s huge prick in his hands.

Draco never managed that next time because, once he had finished his exams, Harry became too embroiled with the attack on the Ministry. Once that had taken place the atmosphere of Hogwarts changed and the Slytherin Trio decided that keeping a low profile was the wisest thing to do. They had one go at Harry as he was on his way to see Hagrid, but Harry was too quick with his wand and Snape intervened. On the train going back to London, Draco decided that it was worth another try. The ambush didn’t work that time either. Whilst the DA members took care of the bodyguards, Harry pushed Draco back into the toilet compartment he had just vacated. Without his two thugs Draco was scared, especially as Harry had his wand beneath Draco’s chin. Both of Draco’s hands went up to try and prise the wand away.

“Malfoy, are you scared? You should be you know.”

“Not of you Potty!” Draco hoped he sounded courageous, but he soon changed his tune. Whilst his hands were engaged trying to move the uncomfortable piece of wood under his chin, Harry’s other hand slipped down and squeezed the Malfoy jewels, hard. He only got out of it because Justin burst through the door to see if Harry was alright. Draco managed to escape, but Ernie’s hex turned him into a slug and he joined his two companions on the luggage rack.

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On holiday it was almost as if Harry had been hexed, he did dream about Draco every night. Even practicing ‘non ejaculare’ on himself occasionally, to increase the thrill and the size of his prick. He also read up on the various sex spells including the complicated one Lucius had used in his dream.

Once he was at the Burrow he plucked up courage to tell Hermione and Ronald what had happened. Ronald was apoplectic and threatened to kill Malfoy, his expected usual response. Hermione was sympathetic but had a look about her that said she wanted revenge on Harry’s behalf. The urgency diminished as the holiday progressed and they enjoyed each other’s company as well as the homely atmosphere chez Weasley. By the time they returned to school, Harry had been given promises that his two friends would bide their time in punishing Malfoy.

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Before returning to school Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys went to Diagon Alley to buy various items ready for the start of the new school year. One of their first ports of call was Madam Malkin’s gown establishment. Draco was already there and when he appeared from behind the robe-racks Harry had already drawn his wand. Draco also saw Harry’s other hand making very obvious crotch-squeezing gestures. Harry stopped making the gestures when Narcissa came into view. One reason why Draco banged so hard into Ronald was that, as Draco pushed past Harry, Harry put the squeezing motion briefly into practice.

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In the Slytherin railway compartment as Harry had secreted himself on the luggage rack Draco had seen a brief glimpse of trainers. Once the other students had left Draco’s ‘Petrificus Totalus’ froze Harry where he was.

“Ah … Potter … Tables turned; you’re lodged in the luggage rack instead of me. There are at least ten minutes before everyone is off, I think I could spend some of that time taking you in hand, ‘Tracto corpus tuus’.

Harry’s body stretched itself out without releasing the body binding. At the same time the invisibility cloak rose up Harry’s legs pulling over his head and exposing his midriff. Harry realised what would happen and, despite his anger at being found out, his cock grew in anticipation. Draco’s nimble fingers soon had that cock in the open and sticking through the coarse mesh of the luggage rack. Draco pressed his wand tip into Harry’s glans-eye and at the same time pronounced the tickling hex. The bond was slowly wearing off and it allowed Harry to flex. Malfoy caused the mesh to tighten around the purple prong and watched in glee as Harry humped the corded lattice. His culmination was so violent that his bum hit the roof pushing Harry off the rack and onto the floor. In anger Draco kicked Harry and left him lying in a pool of his own spunk.