The Malfoy Trial

Whippet and Holder had the ground floor and basement of a larger building, above them was one of the clubs Justin had mentioned. Mr Holder was a burly gentleman with a penchant for tight leather outfits. He had a walrus moustache, short stubbly hair and a chin to march. His wizard’s hat was also made of shiny leather.

“Good day Mage Potter, not seen you here before. Have you given in to Thaumaturge Shacklebolt’s lengthy importuning, then? I have a good line in standard Auror kits, or you could have the deluxe or super deluxe, if you wanted.”

“Hello! Yes he does go on a bit, doesn’t he? Not that he’s won that particular argument yet. No I’m here on a different mission; one that I accepted a week ago.”

“Ah yes. I admired your wrist action; I reckon you could use a heavier cane without tiring. Do you have the Wizengamot Warrant with you?”

Harry handed over the piece of parchment. Mr Holder perused it and put it under a skull shaped paperweight.

“Thank you. Have you decided what you require, or do you wish to browse?”

“I think I’d like to see the possibilities, Thank you.”

Mr Holder went over to a hanging skeleton and shook it violently. Harry was surprised at the loudness of the rattle.

“You rang, Mr Holder.” The owner of the voice was thin, tall and cadaverous; he had a hungry look and deep-set eyes. His left shoulder twitched when he spoke. He wore a broad leather harness with studs in it including a chastity cup for decency’s sake.

“Yes thank you Mr Whippet, these gentlemen would like to see our chastisement collection.”

“Very well, my lords and gentlemen Aurors, please follow me.” Mr Whippet’s voice was deep and seemed to echo in his chest before it emerged. Draco thought it sounded as though he were in a cave.

They descended some much worn stone steps ranged around a square pillar. A smell of formaldehyde met them as they went down. Draco wondered what was being preserved. At the bottom, lit by one torch, was a square hallway with a door on each wall, bar the stairwell. Mr Whippet opened one of the doors with a creak.

“Would you like to see instruments first or the restraints, Milord?” he boomed.

Harry shivered: “Restraints first, I think.”

“Along this wall, Milord,” echoed back.

There was quite a variety, all of which had a very realistic naked male dummy in them. At least Harry hoped they were dummies, because they seemed to move in the shimmering light.

“Perhaps some mood music might help?” Mr Whippet clicked his fingers and a susurrating noise filled the room; then came a slap and a wail. All four of them jumped and Mr Whippet smiled. It reminded Draco of the fixed grin on the Egyptian mummies he had seen.

The first one had ‘Reversed Chair’ on its sign.

“That’s a similar edition to the one in the Ministry foyer. Perhaps Adept Snape would like to try it out. I can easily remove the dummy. Once we have his measurements we can alter and model it to his size.”

Harry looked at Draco and found a mute pleading in his eyes. ‘Is that for or against?’ Harry thought: “I think not, thank you.” Draco looked relieved. Harry realised what the look had meant.

“These horses are padded and can be moulded to fit the sufferer, so that only the parts whipped will be uncomfortable.” Mr Whippet picked up a paddle and gave the dummy’s arse a whack.

“Thank you, sir! Another one, please sir?”

All four of them looked alarmed.

Mr Whippet cackled: “That’s the standard slave boy model. The deluxe one has a number of replies charmed into it. The super deluxe model will address you personally and has a reprogrammable response core. All models have penetrable arses. As could be expected of the super deluxe, that has a programmable sphincter and depth gauge.”

They moved on.

“Racks come in two basic types; suspension or floored. The advantage of the suspension type is that the whole of the captive’s body is available for other tortures.”

Mr Whippet went to the model, placed his hand round its penis and pulled hard.

“Please sir, more sir; I like it when you do that.”

“Standard sexy boy model. Super deluxe has a flexible dick stiff enough that you can impale yourself, and it will make suitable loving remarks. All these models have equivalent female replicas, if you so wish. The problem with the suspension model is the tendency to cause dislocations when things become excited. Hence the floored type; we recommend floors when you use the super deluxe model; it gives you something to brace yourself on during penetration.”

The next exhibit had artificial grass on the floor and a pyramid of three stakes situated on it. The dummy had its hands tied round three-quarters of the way up with the strap fixed through a hole in one stake. Its ankles were affixed at the bottom of the other two stakes, splaying its legs.

“Ah Yes! Those of us with military minds like the triangle. This type causes fewer dislocations than the suspension rack. It still gives almost all round access as you can see.” Mr Whippet picked up a crop and used it to tap the models balls which were plainly visible between its parted legs.

“Just you wait till I get out of this mess, I’ll crucify you.”

“Angry young man model, penetrable cherry, strong arse muscles that only relax on the fiftieth smack. You have to keep smacking for them to remain pliable. Could be quite painful if, in the heat of the moment, you forget; but then, some people prefer it that way.”

There was a whipping post with a mutinous glowering grunting model attached. The super deluxe model moved round trying to avoid the blows.

“Now-then my lords; the pillory is a very ancient holder. Two basic types: single pillar and double pillar. I prefer the double pillar one myself, because you can adjust the height of the block … so. As you can see, the lower positions stick the model’s arse out, ideal for whipping. Now if I adjust it like this … He has to stand on his toes. Badly adjusted upper settings can break the user’s neck. So the deluxe model has a pivot to make the holes horizontal and thus create a lesser risk.” Mr Whippet adjusted the board a second time. “The super deluxe has a lower set of horizontal stocks to hold the clients legs steady. It also has a castration strap; in case he tends to jerk too much.” He demonstrated both items.

The model shivered and mewled.

“Town Crier, we call this model, moans come with the deluxe and tears with the super.”

Draco pulled Harry away from that one quickly.

“Now we come to the free standing productions. This first one is the cangue. It is a fairly simple unit, consisting of a yoke with hinged head hole. The arms have adjustable straps for biceps and/or wrists. Deluxe comes with attachment ropes, either side or ceiling per your choice, magical wall bolts extra. The super includes all that and adds the ankle bar with straps. As you can see this spreads the consumer’s legs, giving easy access and restricting his movement if the attachment ropes are not used. This is my personal favourite.” Mr Whippet squeezed the models balls.

“Just you wait my little ducky. As soon as you release me I’ll fuck your arse off. Would you like that?”

“I’m rather proud of our ‘Promise, promises’ model. The more expensive ones have a greater range of responses. Oh! I nearly forgot. We have the owl’s cage just coming off the production line. Not got one yet to show you. However, if you can imagine a man-sized owl’s cage. The cangue has two small wheels on its extremity. These fit onto a circular track at shoulder height so the user can revolve to try and avoid whatever you poke through the bars. I believe the super one’s track can be lifted so that the user dangles, it also has optional ankle bar and straps.

Draco seemed to dawdle a bit when they went into the next open-ended cubicle, Harry could see all kinds of possibilities in the cangue, too.

“This is the ultimate in flexibility. The harness has a multitude of straps. Rods can be inserted in the pockets to stiffen parts of the model’s body or, for that matter, hold it in an interesting position as these two dummies show. Arms can be held above the head, pulled or held out sideways, legs bent over the torso, splayed etc. The basic arrangement is for suspending from the ceiling, super deluxe has wall fastenings that allow the hammock position to be made, again with legs splayed or over the body. I do believe there’s a position with the legs vertical as well.”

Draco nudged Harry: “This one please?” he whispered.

“Okay! Mr Whippet I think the super deluxe harness is the one for us. Does that include an ankle bar?” Harry asked.

“Yes Milord. I would need to measure your client, though. Can you give me the size of the room as well, please?”

“The one at the bottom end of the plunge pool,” suggested Draco.

“Um … Yes … Good idea! In between the lewd room and the showers. Ten foot high, twelve foot broad and sixteen foot long, Mr Whippet.”

“If there’s going to be an audience, I suggest you use one end. Now what about instruments? There’s a range of them displayed on this wall.”

“What’s that one with the soft looking leather straps looking a bit like a strip mop?”

“It’s a tawse or flogger, Milord. Used lightly it tickles, used heavily it thrashes many places at once. Many administrators use a circular motion, like this … It feels like a light whip but in many places at once. A very versatile instrument if I may say so, Milord.”

“Um … I’m not sure … There’re so many to choose from.”

“We could make up a gift pack of a dozen for you if you like,” Mr Whippet offered.

“Would it contain a tawse, please?” Draco blurted.

“If you so wish, Adept. Are you ready to be measured?” Mr Whippet rubbed his hands together in horrible anticipation. “I have a suitable cubicle if you wish to be private.” The deep-set eyes glinted maliciously and stared at Draco’s groin.

“Hmm … Harry?” Draco’s pleading look again.

“As you probably know, my vassal has to be within my sight at all times, Mr Whippet. So I think he should not be that private. My two Auror friends are the witnesses so they will be seeing him whilst being chastised. I should hate to have to make a report if my vassal indicated any sort of wrongdoing, real or attempted. On the whole, as we’re alone down here; maybe not a cubicle, thank you. Unless it could contain all five of us in comfort.”

“Yes Milord; of course Milord. I shall just obtain my measures and recording board.”

Mr Whippet gave Harry an angry stare and then turned to get the items mentioned. Draco kissed Harry’s cheek and whispered: “Thanks Lover, I think he was lusting after my flesh.”

As it was Draco had to strip to his boxers, lowering them in the end to let Mr Whippet measure his erection and balls. That had Justin and Seamus giggling and Harry smirking.

“At least he didn’t put his fingers up my bottom, or try to toss me off,” whispered Draco as they climbed the stairs.

“That will be seventy-five galleons more, please, Milord. The voucher covers the majority of the cost, but the Ministry always stipulates standard models.”

“I understood that already, Mr Holder and had a reserve ready.” Harry handed over the coins.

“With the voucher, the whole amounts to over five-hundred so you qualify for our free gifts. Would you like to choose two of these dildos? One of them may be a buzzing one.”

Harry coloured up and froze; Justin looked unsure of himself also. So Seamus and Draco had a little conference and chose two.

“Thank you gentlemen, have an enjoyable time. The package will be delivered to Grimmauld Place by owl at two o’clock this afternoon. Here is the expando keyword so no one else can open the package.”

They went to Fortescues for lunch, sitting in one of the quieter alcoves.

“Ever been to a car showroom, Harry?”

“I’ve ridden in my uncle’s car, and the Weasleys’ flying one, but no. Why?”

“My dad changes his every third year; so I’ve accompanied him quite few times. Mr Whippet reminded me so much of some of the car salesmen we met. Demonstrating the models and reassuring us about the merits. I could hardly contain my mirth.”

Draco chortled: “When I was younger I went with Mother to the dressmakers. They’d do much the same when discussing materials.”

They had a chuckle and then a few off duty Aurors came by to have an ice cream and a jaw.

As the foursome arrived at Grimmauld Place the W&H delivery owl swooped in. Harry dug out a couple of treats for it, and it flew happily off leaving them with a reduced packet of items.

Kreacher in tow, they went down to the intended room, explaining to the elf exactly what Harry planned.

“It used to be the torture room, you know Harry; during the first time when Voldie was around before he gave you that scar. I suppose, in a way, you’ll be continuing the idea. It’ll probably stop the ghosts complaining about too little violence.”

“I didn’t know we had ghosts.”

“I’m not surprised. The remaining ones are howling scared of the one who killed their master’s master.”

“Are there no kindly ones left?”

“Probably, but the violent ones keep them away. Once we get more love in the house that’ll strengthen them to return. Then they’ll oust the violently inclined.”

“So sex in every bedroom would help?”

“Real loving sex would. There was too much of the other kind here before that. It’s the head of the family who sets the pattern, really.”

Harry avoided answering by setting about expanding the package. Once the outer covering was off the invoice and four further parcels were inside.

Harry looked at the labels: “Instruments and Fixings I understand, but what do Dom and Sub mean?”

Seamus chortled: “The Sub one’s for Draco Harry, the Dom one’s for you.”

“Oh?”

“Let’s get the fixtures done first before you two start playing.” Kreacher looked worried.

“Okay, Kreacher. Are you not into this, then?”

“I had enough when the Blacks were in residence thank you; with me on the receiving end, usually. I live with a much better master now and have no wish to regress.”

“It’s all right, Kreacher, you don’t have to be present if you don’t want to, but I would like some help with the fixings, if you can bear it.”

“Yes I can, but I’ll depart afterwards. You can let me know when you’ve finished and I’ll tidy up.”

There was a chart in the Fixings package, so they laid the bolts hooks and ropes out on the floor, moving them round until the required pattern was formed. Kreacher stood on Justin’s shoulder to fix the high hooks, Harry did the low ones, Seamus and Draco sorted out the ropes and shackles. Once that was finished the elf popped away.

“I can’t make head nor tail of this, it doesn’t seem to fit.”

“Undress first Harry, then I’ll help you.”

“No thank you, Seamus, you help Draco. Justin can help me. I know all about your straying fingers.”

“So you’re going to let him grope me instead, Milord.” Draco looked pained.

“I can stop his excesses as long as he isn’t winding me up. So watch it, Seamus, don’t handle property that isn’t yours, Friend.”

“You spoil all the fun!” Seamus held up his hands in surrender when Harry pointed his wand at Seamus’s nether regions and glared.

Both participants stripped, and then there was some jingling and grunts as buckles and straps were tightened. Harry and Draco stood side by side, whilst the other two inspected them.

“The basic harness is the same only Draco’s has a ‘Gates of Hell’ attachment where Harry’s has the modesty cup. Round the back Harry has a broad crevice hiding strap, whereas Draco’s is a narrow thong that fits into it.” Justin crouched down in front of the two leather clad Magicals inspecting their crotches. Both of them started to expand. “It seems that the harness is the same for both of you, the fastenings remain the same only the attachments differ.”

Draco gave a wicked smile: “Pity about the collar, it might have been fun to swap roles.”

“Merlin, Harry! That black leather really suits you.” Seamus stroked Harry’s backside and then tried slide his hands under the cup.

Harry flinched: “Justin, get him off me, please.”

Justin shot a hand between Seamus’s legs and grabbed a handful, squeezing tightly. Using that as a lever he pulled Seamus backwards. Seamus doubled up trying to prize Justin’s digits away from his dick.

“Well Harry? Are you going to beat me or not?” Draco folded his arms and looked scornful.

“Let’s open the instruments package and choose.” Harry started on the wrappings.

Draco reached in and grabbed the tawse: “This one Harry, please?”

“Are you sure?”

“Mmm … Definitely! … Are you going to hook me up?”

“Um … Okay … Upright or horizontal?”

“Upright please?”

Harry reached up and drew a snap-hook down; attaching Draco’s cuff loops to it. He then went to the windlass and wound the rope in; stretching Draco’s arms above his head. Next came the ankle bar which was fastened to Draco’s ankle cuffs and then attached to the ground hook.

“Are you ready for the count?”

SLAP: “One.” SLAP: “Two.”

“He’s getting hard, Harry.”

SLAP: “Three.” SLAP: “Four.”

As Harry changed sides he trailed the tawse’s thongs across Draco’s erection. Draco gasped.

SLAP: “Five.” SLAP: “Six.” SLAP: “Seven.” SLAP: “Eight.”

Harry changed sides again. This time trailing the thongs down Draco’s stomach until they engulfed his scarlet prick. Harry noticed a pearl.

SLAP: “Nine.” SLAP: “Ten.”

“Oh … Oh … Oh … Oo-oo-oo-ooh!” Draco’s seed squirted out and he bucked in his harness. Harry paused.

“So you do like being smacked,” Seamus gloated, “I thought you did and there’s still six more to go.”

Draco’s boner slackened slightly.

SLAP: “Eleven.” SLAP: “Twelve.”

Harry trailed the thongs over a recovered purple prong. Draco huffed and bucked.

“Great Merlin, Harry! It’s building again.” Draco let out a long sigh and shuddered.

SLAP: “Thirteen.” SLAP: “Fourteen.” SLAP: “Fifteen.”

“Aaaa-eeeee-oooooo!” Draco’s muscles spasmed and he arched forward making a further creamy contribution. Harry waited for it to subside. Draco remained totally hard.

“One more to go, Draco.” Harry teased; using the thongs to caress the shining, straining stalk.

SLAP: “Sixteen.”

“Harry please; just one more, please?”

SLAP: “Uh … Uh – uh-uh. Oh-oh-oh-oh!”

“Bloody hell, Draco, that’s three lots you managed.” Seamus stood open mouthed with a large damp bulge in his trousers.

First Draco’s ankles were freed. Then, as Harry unhooked his vassal, Draco sagged; placing his arms round Harry’s neck for support. Harry was panting slightly and Draco took full advantage of his open lips. The kiss seemed to last for ever and Harry started quivering. Justin and Seamus clapped enthusiastically.

“Thank you Milord; that was a very interesting experience.”

“N-n-not at-t all.” Harry’s eyebrows were high up his forehead. “Um … I think I’d like to try that again.”

“All of it?”

“Especially the last bit.” Harry pulled Draco towards him. The kiss lasted five minutes. “Merlin, Draco, I’ve never been kissed like that before. I think you’d better see to my other needs.”

“Can I hang you, please?”

“Um … Um … Okay.”

Draco put Harry’s wrist cuffs on the hook. Harry even allowed Draco to put the ankle bar on him. Draco removed Harry’s decency box and took up a crop. Using patting movements Draco patted Harry’s bum, his balls and his cock.

“Draco-o-o-o-o.” Harry shot gobbets of spunk in a long arc. “M-m-more p-p-please?”

Draco patted some more, and then Seamus gave him a black ostrich feather. The effect was electrifying. Harry’s torso arched forward and shot more sperm and then he collapsed panting. Draco undid the leg restraints and unhooked his lord. This time it was Harry that hung on to Draco’s neck. They managed a long kiss, semi-erections rubbing together. When they looked round Justin and Seamus were in a similar naked pose with some off-white puddles beneath their feet.