Toppers Wallow

Harry was still half asleep when he felt someone sucking his morning woody. He thought it was Billy but, after he had opened his eyes sufficiently, it turned out to be Grey. Billy was nowhere to be seen; instead Coal and Wash were lying next door on the bed carrying out much the same sixty-nine function on each other.



“Harry, I hope you don’t mind? But I saw you and Billy doing it last night and it looked such fun,” said Grey, coming up for air.



Harry gave his questioner the thumbs up and joined in, forming another sixty nine with Grey. Groans of delight filled the air and soon four sated young men lay hugging on the bed. Billy arrived with a tray full of breakfast items; then Carter appeared with coffee and orange juice, so a lazy meal was taken on and around Dudley’s gift.



Soon it was time to be up and about. Billy had Mrs Amis’s painting to finish and Ernie called for the boys to take their medicine. While that was happening Harry showered and dressed, he suggested a walk round the lower garden before they had a dip in the pool. He gently led the conversation round to Saturday’s events, but the boys were no clearer about the events at Woodyates. In the end it was not Harry’s gentle probing that produced results.



They were dabbling in the stream to see what small fish and insects there were when Harry heard the unmistakeable sounds of someone Apparating in. He drew the boys’ attention away from the area and saw Kreacher, in his Carter mode, walking down to see who required entry. He returned very quickly.



“Master, we need a stretcher party very quickly. I have the stretcher there and the young man lying on it. Would the boys help us please?”



Harry gathered by the way Carter was looking at him that nothing would give the magical game away, so he encouraged the boys to help.



Just outside the entrance was Hestia Jones wringing her hands over an injured person. Harry gasped when he recognised who it was; so did the boys.



“He was the other one in our prison. They were beating him up terribly,” supplied Coal.



“I don\'t know what he’d done, but no one deserves that. You’ve got to help him Harry,” said Wash in anguish.



“I\'ll go and get Ernie; he’ll know what to do.” Grey rushed off towards the house leaving the others to pick up a very battered and moaning Draco Malfoy.



“Yes Harry, I know who it is,” whispered Hestia, when she saw Harry looking in anguish at the new patient. “Can you grit your teeth and offer him the hospitality of your home, please? We found him in a cellar at Woodyates Farm. It had been magically hidden, I doubt he’s had anything to drink or eat since Saturday. He’s really in a bad way. He had an implement attached to his private parts, which we managed to remove. I think they were using it to torture him. Unfortunately Poppy has no beds anywhere and she’s sent these rehydration packs for Ernie to use.”



Malfoy had dried blood all over him and Harry could see semi-healed cuts and bruises under the outward mess. His heart went out to the injured young man, remembering his reluctance to kill Dumbledore on the Astronomy Tower, and Albus’s last words of invitation to turn over a new leaf. He also remembered their conversation at the ice cream parlour and wondered what Draco had done to deserve such a beating.



‘That proves he’s had that change of heart,’ mused Harry, privately. “Of course he can stay, for as long as is necessary too,” he said out loud.



Hestia looked relieved and, once the stretcher party was out of sight, Apparated back to Woodyates. By this time Ernie had come out to meet them bringing his emergency bag with him. Harry saw the look of disgust on Ernie’s face; not being sure whether it was about the person or the injuries.



“It’s all right Ernie, he can stay. Let’s put him in the four bunk room for the time being. I’ll see if I can get Minerva to swap.”



“Minerva to swap what, Harry?” The lady in question had appeared at the top of the stairs, inquisitive about the fuss.



“Swap rooms, please Minerva. Then Ernie has all his charges in one area.”



“Oh! Mr Malfoy! What have they done to you?” The Headmistress was aghast. “Of course I\'ll swap, and straight away, too.”



She moved her immediate effects so that Draco could be carefully transferred into her bed. Carter picked up the suitcase and showed Mistress McGonagall where her new room was. Ernie set about rehydrating Malfoy, getting Grey to help him in the cleaning up process.



Harry noticed a big change in the boys’ demeanour and he hoped it was not a relapse.



“Oh Harry. We’re so ashamed of what we did to you,” wailed Coal, as Harry led them out of the room. “That man who beat-up that young man, convinced us that you were and evil boy-molester, and somehow got us to put on that demonstration to lure you out of your house.”



“Then all those fireworks started and we got mixed up in them as well,” continued Wash. We\'re sorry we set them off; it must have spoilt the show for the villagers. I don\'t know what we’ll say to our mum\'s for dancing naked in the lane, like that.



Both the boys had tears in their eyes, so Harry hugged them. “It’s all right, you didn’t spoil the fireworks for the parishioners and they were too busy watching them to notice your nude acting. The only person who saw you apart from me and a few friends was John the Vicar and he understands.”



“Oh no! He’ll throw us out of the choir and we so love singing too.”



“I\'ve talked to him and he understands that you were under the influence of that bug-eyed hypnotist. I must say, your cavorting was quite an appealing sight to begin with; then I saw you were not in charge of yourselves. Somehow, the fireworks going off disturbed the horrible man’s hold on you and you sneaked away.” Harry was applying a light belief-charm whilst he was talking. “Probably a good job too, with all the fireworks around us you’d probably have been burnt quite seriously.”



“Yes, but what about the Vicar and our parents, my Dad’ll kill me if hears of me showing myself in public, like that,” worried Coal.



“And what about your friends who saw us?” added Wash.



“First off; my friends won\'t say anything. We\'ve come across such things before. Those bad-guys use those kinds of dirty tactics quite often. However they’re now in prison, so they won’t do that again for a long time. The lady you saw, bringing the hurt young man in, is part of a special police force who deal with this kind of thing. She’ll need you three to make statements, so we can prosecute the criminals thoroughly. The only reason we kept you here was so you could remember all that happened and help us to put those bastards away for good.”



“Yes we’ll tell her. However what are we to tell our parents?”



“That\'s up to you three. I think John has told them you were in quarantine because of burns incurred when the fireworks went off. He may have mentioned something about shock too, because that is what made you forget what had happened.”



“But there\'s the sex thing too.”



“Is that something new?” asked Harry, scrutinizing their faces.



“Err ... No ... Not really. We’ve been playing with each other for some time, if you know what I mean.”



Harry nodded, and paused; willing them to go on.



“Well; you and Billy seem not to be worried about it. We hid away because we were told it was wrong.”



“Who told you?”



“Well there’s those teachings of Saint Paul, aren’t there?”



“And it’s not natural is it?”



“The animals don’t do it, do they?”



“And it’s a gift for making babies, isn’t it?”



“Do you really feel that your love for each other is so bad? Really deep down feelings, like?”



“No! Of course not.” Coal reacted, going red in the face. “But our other mates aren’t like this, they boast of all the girls they\'ve laid.”



“Most of that’s fantasy; we know a lot of it isn’t true.” Wash blushed. “We just keep quiet when they talk about things like that.”



“Yes so do Billy and I, but our close friends know about us and so does John the Vicar. There are quite a few people around who feel the same way that we do, but they tend to keep themselves to themselves too.”



By this time Grey had joined them, and had had a brief recall of their discussion so far. “I think we’ve got to tell our parents. I’ve felt awful hiding away my feelings from my mum.”



“Maybe we could tell our mums first.”



“My Dad’ll kill me. He goes on about nancy-boys something rotten,” Cole put in.



“Harry says Father John knows about him and Billy. Maybe we should tell him too.”



“I’m not sure I want our naked dancing to come out. We ought to have a cover story for that, at least.”



“Err ... Harry ... Could we say we got mixed up in the fireworks and got burnt, like you said. Say we were coming in to the party when they went off. We can hardly say we’ve been playing with each other’s tools for the last few days either, can we?”



The others nodded in agreement.



“I’ll go along with that and I’m sure Ernie will too. Shall we get him to paint odd patches on your skin, so that it looks authentic?”



“Yes please, Harry. I think we’d better get this over and done with soon, before we loose our nerve.”



“Is this afternoon okay? Don’t forget that your mums and John had planned to come to see you anyway.”



“Err ... Oh ... Yes ... Okay.”



The boys blanched a bit, and then set too, working out what they were going to say. Harry left them to go and see Ernie, whom he found sitting beside Malfoy’s bed. Quietly Harry told him what the boys had agreed.



“I’ve got just the thing to stain their skin temporarily; it’ll wash out in a few days time and look like a healing sequence. Do me a favour will you? I really have to go to the loo; there’ll be a nasty mess if I don’t. Would you mind sitting with Malfoy whilst I go?”



“Okay Ernie, take your time, I’ll be okay with him, you’d better paint the boys too. Any special instructions?”



“Wake him up in half an hour and give him three drops of this potion mixed into a big glass of water. When he drinks it he’ll need to pee, it’s part of the rehydration process. It’s a bit delicate, as his hands are all bandaged, so you’ll have to deal with the bottle for him.”



Harry coloured up; then looked at the helpless patient. “Um ... Ernie ... Um ... All right.”



“Then in half an hour after that he needs a repeat dose and you need to rub his body all over with the aromatic oil in that bottle, be careful, a little goes a long way. It’ll do your calluses no end of good too. I’ll be back in a couple of hours; I need a bit of rest and a wash. Hourly rubdowns and half hourly doses is the rule, Okay?”



“Okay Ernie, If you sleep longer I’ll keep going, don’t worry.”



Ernie thanked Harry and went out of the room. Almost on cue Malfoy woke up.



“Potter, what are you doing here? Where’s my medic? I need to pee urgently.”



“You’re a guest in my house. He’s on the loo and I’m here to help you instead.”



“What! Your house? Why not a hospital?”



“All the British beds are taken with those recovering from the battle of Hogwarts and this is the nearest safe house to where you were injured. Now let me help you have a pee.” Harry had picked up the bottle and was turning down the bedclothes whilst he spoke.



“Can’t I have that nice medic back?”



“In a bit, he’s got to rest, but I’m here just now.” Harry put his no-nonsense face on and looked at Malfoy.



“Oh ... All right then ... But this is under protest.”



Harry handled Malfoy’s penis gently, inserting it into the bottle and ensuring there would be no overflow. He watched what was happening carefully, monitoring the process and admiring the implement in its environment of silver-blond curls. He began to feel his crotch expanding; especially when he had to wipe the last drops off with a tissue when Malfoy had finished. Harry was almost sure he sensed a little excitement on Malfoy’s behalf as Harry tucked Draco’s cock back into is pyjama bottoms.



“Potter; I think you enjoyed doing that, didn’t you?”



“Um ... Well ... It’s the first thing I’ve been able to do for you without you being nasty about it, so I suppose the answer is yes.”



“Oh! Well then, thank you; I thought you were very gentle with my cock. Perhaps I have to learn to be more pleasant, as well. It seems we are now both batting for the same side, now I’ve eventually escaped from my minders.”



“I’m glad you accepted the Headmaster’s offer.”



“How did you know about that?”



“I was on the tower when he made it, hidden under an invisibility cloak, and under his Incarcerous charm. It disappeared when he died; then I gave chase to you and Snape.”



“Oh ... I see ... Well, after you chased us and we Apparated, my father met us and wanted to ensure I came to no harm. He set those two thugs to protect me, so he said. I soon found out that they were my jailers as well. I was kept at the Manor almost like a prisoner. Snape came and tutored me occasionally, and he’d whisper some of the proper news to me, not the tosh Voldemort or the Ministry churned out. Occasionally I’d be allowed out into Diagon Alley under guard, just to keep up appearances. I’m sorry about having to imprison you like that, but I quietly showed Dobby where to find you. Later on when Snape was headmaster I was allowed back to school. Again it was a gesture on my father’s behalf, mainly to curry favour with Voldemort, I think, but I was still heavily chaperoned. Then they made me stay behind on that day in the room of requirement. Thanks for saving me from the fire. It’s a pity both my minders weren’t taken.”



“You can’t say that Malfoy. We have to protect life, not wish it away.”



“Says the ultimate hero! However you weren’t the one suffering agonies if ever I put a foot wrong. They had this thing clipped to my balls and an equivalent amulet on one of the minders. If he touched his wand on to it I’d roll about in agony. Sometimes they’d just do it for fun. Minus a wand I had no way of freeing it, that’s why I had to talk to you in riddles at the ice-cream parlour. Those two weren’t as dozy as I thought they were. As soon as we reached Knockturn Alley they started asking questions, I made up various stories to explain what we were talking about, but they didn’t believe me.”



“So what happened next?”



“We Apparated to somewhere I didn’t know, they stripped me naked and strung me up. They’d play with me and get me all hot, and then use the clip to make me howl. I don’t know whether my Father had ordered it, or they were having some fun on the side, but I stuck to the stories I’d told them. Marcus would come and gloat, he said he would give me back to my father after the raids. Oh dear ... Err ... Harry ... I’ve got to pee again.”



“Can you hold for a minute while I empty this?”



“Okay, but be quick.”



Harry was quick, emptying the contents down the toilet hurriedly. Malfoy was semi-hard when Harry put his prick in the bottle. Harry’s erection started to expand again and when drying time came, he started stroking Malfoy\'s penis without thinking.



“Err ... Harry ... I think it’s quite dry now thank you.”



“Um … Sorry … I was thinking about what you just told me. Oh Yes!” said Harry, looking at his watch. “I have to rub you all over with this oil once every hour. What about your hair and face?”



“The medic didn’t do them last time, but he was pretty thorough everywhere else.”



“No point in doing your pyjamas up then, may I do your back first?”



Draco rolled over and Harry poured a little oil into the palm of one hand, it smelt of lavender and roses and, as Harry found out, was extremely slippery. There was a little hollow in Draco’s back into which Harry poured the contents of his palm. Using his finger tips Harry commenced the massage, with Draco moaning in pleasure as Harry’s digital manipulation eased all the bruises and contusions left over from Draco’s torture. Back and legs finished Draco turned over. Harry used the depression round Draco’s navel as his pool for the frontal caressing. He carefully avoided Draco’s pubic area making sure everywhere else was thoroughly massaged.



“Err … Harry! You’ve not done the thing that was most brutally tortured, that needs your attention as well.”



Harry blushed bright red. “Um ... sorry ... I must say it is rather a splendid implement, Malfoy.” Harry dipped in the last of the navel’s reservoir and applied his hands to Draco’s cock, which swelled in appreciation.



“Well now ... Thank you for the compliment, Harry. I really think that as we are becoming this intimate you should call me Draco. Besides, if that bulge is anything to go by, you’re fairly well endowed too.”



“Um ... Oh ... I was hoping it wouldn’t show.”



“It looks interesting, but I’m feeling sleepy again now. Perhaps later you’ll come and talk to me again. It seems we have more things in common than we thought. Yes, Harry?” Draco looked meaningfully at Harry’s bulge.



“Okay, M-Draco. I’ll still be sitting here at least until Ernie returns.” Harry helped Draco to settle in, making sure the bed-clothes were well tucked round him.



Harry sat for some more minutes, trying to sort out what he felt about Draco’s change of heart and his obviously suggestive remarks. He was pleased when Ernie returned early; it freed Harry to go to his room and relieve his pent up feelings, by hand.



After lunch Harry volunteered to sit with Draco whilst Ernie went for lunch. Draco woke a little later. “Are you still here, Harry?” For a change, his intonation was not challenging or argumentative.



Harry smiled. “Not still here, you’ve been out for a few hours and I’m relieving Ernie again whilst he has his lunch break. He says you must drink this potion as soon as you wake and I have to massage you again.”



“Must I? It tastes horrible!”



“What would Madam Pomfrey say, if you said that to her?” Harry chuckled lightly.



“Okay, I get it. I’ll drink it. If only for the sake of our new found amity.” Draco pulled a face as the medicine passed his lips. “Err ... Harry? Will you help me again, please?” Draco blushed and pointed downwards.



Harry started to match Draco’s hue as he found the empty bottle and fumbled a half-hard-on into the wide neck of the bottle. During the mopping up process Draco became fully hard, with an attractive scarlet knob-end. Harry stared at it, not quite sure whether to continue mopping or not. He overcame his animal instincts.



“C’mon Draco, turn over so I can put the oil on you.”



Draco did as he was bid. Harry became hard very quickly. It was not helped by Draco lifting his bum and parting his legs when Harry reached that area of Draco’s body. Harry could see a delightful pink pucker nestling between two enticingly round buns. He fought hard not to start any digital penetrative action. It was worse when Draco turned over, because he was completely hard, with a crimson glans to die for. Harry left the most tempting area until last, every-now-and-again looking mesmerised at the bobbing robin awaiting his ministrations. He could put it off no longer, and as he massaged, Draco responded with great sighs of lust. Harry forced himself to stop, much against the will of the animal passions raging inside him.



“Err ... Harry ... I’m enjoying that, please don’t stop. I haven’t had an emission for over a week now ... Err ... Would you help me ... Please?”



Harry was already equally hard before the request. “Um ... Draco ... Um ... Do you really want me to masturbate you?”



“Yes please ... that is if you don’t mind ... I really need some sexual release.”



“Um ... Oh ... Okay then." Harry started stroking Draco’s hard-on, applying some of the techniques that he had learnt from Billy.



Draco lay on the bed gyrating in time to Harry’s ministrations. One particular technique really got Draco going, that of twizzle and head-wipe. Each time Harry applied it; Draco arched his hips and gasped. Five minutes and the creamy spurts started. The wiping treatment continued for a minute or two after Draco’s fruition and had him writhing in ultimate pleasure. Harry slowly eased the manipulation and then applied a cleaning charm, quivering in suppressed sexual angst.



“Thanks for that Harry, you need to do something about your bulge. I’d like to watch ... that is if you don’t mind, of course.”



Harry stared at Draco nonplussed, realising that he really would like to show his prick to Draco and wondering how perverted he had become. “Um ... Draco ... Do you really mean that?”



“I’m tempted to make one of my usual sarcastic replies, Potter. However it’d be a real turn on for me to watch you, please?”



“Um ... Okay then!”