Terrorism Repaid

Waking in the morning Draco found himself undulating as someone else worked off his woody. Spurting over, Draco cast a Scourgify, ensured his pyjamas hid the cage and went for a shower. On leaving the bathroom he was almost caught by Blaise, but managed to hold his towel strategically. Breakfast was uneventful except for two leering Gryffs whenever he caught their eyes; so were the lessons. He had an uncomfortable time in the library. Every time stood to get a book his trousers tented and throbbed. Three times Madam Pince glared at him over her spectacles. The fourth time the dildo buzzed as well.

“Mr Malfoy, I do not approve of students practicing dance routines between the bookshelves. Kindly desist or leave the precinct.”

Draco gathered his things and beat a hasty retreat to his dorm. By this time he was hard and needy, so he lay on his bed behind closed curtains and used his fist. In frustration he tried all kinds of stimulation, but nothing worked – no self-induced sensation permeated the metal, not even the manipulation of the butt-plug had any effect. Two hours later he was frustrated, achingly erect and totally unfulfilled. As there was half an hour left before curfew he went in search of the two Gryffs.

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“Harry, there’s Malfoy outside the common-room door demanding to see you.”

“Thanks Ginny, I’d better see what he wants.”

“He looked as though he wanted to murder someone.”

“Thanks for the warning. Ron; will you come with me, just to be sure.”

“Must I?” Ronald pretended to be reluctant, but went along anyway.

“Hmm … Potter … Weasley … May we talk privately, please.” Draco was standing awkwardly.

“What about, Malfoy?”

“Hmm … A metal tube?” Draco glanced downwards and the two Gryffs noticed his bulge.

“There’s nothing to discuss, Malfoy … Goodnight.”

Draco caught Harry’s arm as he turned to go back into the common room. “Please Proctor?” he whispered, “I’ll give you a great blow job, just as you like it.”

“And one for Ron?”

“Yes, yes. I promise no biting, just a good thrill for both of you.”

With a gleam in his eye Harry reached forward and unzipped Draco, parting his boxers and staring at the tube-enclosed boner sticking straight out. Draco looked round furtively, hoping that no-one came and caught them.

“Looks as though it works, Ron. Do you have the box with you?”

“Yes Harry, in my pocket.”

“Okay. To our room, Dragon, go. Don’t bother to zip up.”

Draco felt very exposed as they walked down the passageway. They passed a couple of students, but Ron hid Draco’s nakedness from sight with his gown. Draco heaved a sigh of relief as the door to ‘their room’ closed. Without being asked he removed all his clothes and lay on the bed.

“Do you recognise this, Ferret?”

Draco sat up and saw Ronald holding a fist sized box. Being urged to hold it Draco examined it by turning it over. He tried hard to recognise the runes carved into it eventually gleaning their meaning.

“It’s a stasis box, isn’t it? Quite rare, where did you find it?”

“One of the things my dad left to me in the Potter vault. Didn’t know any good use for it until now. Guess what it contains?” Harry grinned lewdly.

“My simulacrum,” Draco guessed.

“Yes … We put it in after Madam Pince was cross with you.”

“Please take it out and let me discharge myself.”

“Only after you’ve discharged your promise to us.”

Draco looked at the pair and saw Ronald fumbling with his zip. Within seconds Draco’s face was buried in Ronald’s crotch; sucking and caressing for all he was worth. Quarter of an hour Draco had to stay glued to Ronald’s pubes, not for any lack of skill on Draco’s part. It was just that Ron wanted to prolong the thrill and kept on stopping Draco. It might have gone on longer but for Draco ignoring the last stop gesture. As it was, it was five minutes before curfew by the time a satisfied Ronald was dressed.

“You go back, Ron,” Harry suggested: “I have my cloak with me; I’ll see Dragon back to his dorm. Leave the stasis box here.”

Ronald gave Draco’s bum cheeks a slap and wished them both goodnight.

“Dragon, undress me.”

“Yes, Proctor.” Draco felt things had definitely turned out better despite his pubic ache.

Harry stood still as Draco carefully removed his clothes. He managed a long fumble a couple of times without Harry objecting. In fact, Draco thought that was part of what Harry was looking forward to. Once in the buff, Harry lay down on the bed, holding the stasis box and his wand. He spread his legs and indicated that Draco should kneel between them. Draco admired the stiff stake in front of him, glancing below and thinking he could see some pinkness between Harry’s hairy buns. He wondered if he could sneak a finger inside whilst he was servicing Harry’s hard-on. Draco leaned forward ready to suck the delicious lollipop.

“Not yet, Dragon, wait!”

Draco grimaced with impatience, but did as he was told. Harry waved his wand over the stasis box; it opened and the simulacrum floated into sight. Once out of the box all the external sensations returned to Draco’s genitals. Somehow, the tube’s metal had stored up the memory of the manipulations he had unsuccessfully attempted in the two hours previous. Harry propped himself up on his elbows watching Draco gyrate salaciously having at least three ejaculations before sagging in completion.

“Were you so eager for my cock, Dragon?”

“Hmm … I was on the edge when I left the library. I rushed to my room closed the bed curtains and tried for relief. No matter what I did, I couldn’t cum. I tried all kinds of things, even pulsing the dildo.”

“I put the copy inside the box whilst you were thrusting between the bookshelves. I thought you looked as if you were about to create a damp patch. It could have landed you in trouble and I don’t want that.”

“Why not? Were it I, I should have had great glee in getting you disciplined.”

“Maybe! But then I am not you, am I? I don’t go flaunting my captive around and letting all and sundry have a daily play, do I?”

“There’s the Weasel.”

“He’s the only one so far.”

“So far? Do you plan to let others …?”

“… Enough questions; lips to work please.”

Draco leaned forward and applied his mouth energetically to the enjoyable task in front of him. At the same time Harry put the simulacrum into his own mouth. Draco almost stopped the process when he felt suction on his own prick. He glanced at Harry’s lips and recognised what was happening. When Draco sucked, so did Harry; when Draco used his tongue on Harry’s slit, something seemed to penetrate Draco’s. In his delirious sensuousness Draco forgot about pucker-plunging with his finger, concentrating of the delightful sensations in his mouth and along his tool. He experimented with chewing gently finding out those parts that were sensitive to such treatment. Harry had one orgasm and then urged Draco to continue. Draco’s ejaculation was next, gasping as Harry’s pseudo-tongue lapped his glans-lips whilst the fluid emerged. Harry was sensitive now; Draco was supra-sensitive from his earlier escapades; the net result was that their final emissions were synchronised. Harry’s cleaning charm sorted the mess out.

Draco was exhausted and lay on the bed allowing Harry to manually explore his body. Harry removed the butt plug and married it to his still hard member.

“Half an inch to go, Dragon. I’m looking forward to plugging your arse. I’m told the feeling is sensational.”

“It is! I was nauseous at first, especially having to do it with Father’s associates looking on. He charmed me hard and slapped my bottom. The Muggle lad screamed even though I had applied a lube charm. He was more co-operative the next time.”

“Ugh … You did it without his consent? That’s rape.”

“At home I live in a nasty world, Potter. Rape is the least disgusting thing that happens. It’s part of making me into a death-eater.”

“Have you taken the mark?”

“No way! I have yet to be inducted into bloody torture and after that comes simple murder. Before I take the mark I have to rape, torture and kill three Muggles in front of the Dark Lord and his minions. I’m not looking forward to that at all. No doubt I shall get hardened to it after a time. Aunt Bella enjoys it, she’s disgusting.”

“So why go down that path?”

“No choice. Father already tortures me sexually, for kicks, I think. Although he says it’s to harden me. That first time I raped the Muggle boy I was under Imperio. The second time, having found it slightly pleasurable, although reluctant, I had the lad without being forced to. I managed to sneak him some extra rations in his cell, mainly because I felt guilty about what I’d done. He offered himself in gratitude, I think. I refused at first, but within a week I was sneaking down when all was quiet at night. I was at school when Dirtitrix got him and tortured him to death, thank Merlin. I’m not sure what would have happened if she’d cottoned on that I cared about him.”

“Um … You and your mates only masturbated me; no-one even attempted rape.”

“No; they wouldn’t. You’re a wizard, see?”

“Not really?”

“Not all Slyths are death-eaters in the making, as I am. We all enjoy sexual playing around, and humiliation is part of the fun. But we keep it to just that with fellow witches and wizards. I was brought up to think Muggles were fair game for anything, but knowing you, I suspect you don’t think that way, do you?”

“Um … I’m not sure anymore. My so called Uncle used to try to beat the magic out of me. He stripped me and used a slipper on my bare arse, all the time using his other hand to fondle me to stiffness, gloating when I screamed. More that once he unzipped himself and rode my arse crack until he came, not that he tried entry. My bullying cousin had his gang strip me and play until I was bleeding, too. They’re both afraid of me now. I’ve used the threat of magic to have Dudley’s cock in my hand more than once. I suppose that evens things out a bit. Getting even is probably how I view the sexual stakes; so what you started I will continue. I s’pose that applies to Voldie too, he started it by killing my parents, so I have to continue and try and kill him.”

Draco was giggling.

Harry looked crossly at him and drew his wand.

“No, no, please Proctor.” Draco held up his hands in surrender. “I’m not laughing at your plight, which is much like my own. I’m laughing at you calling him Voldie. He’d go spare if one of the death-eaters called him that. They’d be stripped and have their balls burnt off, at least. I saw him do it once to a Muggle. I couldn’t eat for days afterwards; the man’s screaming still haunts me. I understand the ‘getting even’ idea, so I s’pose there’s more to come now I’m in your power.”

“There is, but I’m not telling you what. Now bend over, I want to replace your plug.”

Draco knelt on the bed and pushed his bum back. Harry pushed the dildo in, started it vibrating and then waggled it about. Draco screamed once and then objected when Harry stopped.

“So you liked it, did you?”

“Hmm … Y-yes-s.” Draco looked guiltily dubious.

Harry felt between Draco’s legs: “I can see you do. Turn round and lie down.” Harry shifted to give him room. “Fine … Now spread your legs and suck your copy-prick.”

Draco did as he was told. Sucking himself off via the simulacrum was mind bending; added to Harry’s manipulating of the dildo; they filled Draco’s psyche with sexually exploding stars. He came only too quickly. It felt as though pints emerged, but only a trickle manifested itself. Draco wanted more, but Harry refused, realising that the trickle heralded possible damage if they continued. To round the session off Draco voluntarily gave Harry another blow-job.

Harry escorted Draco back to his dorm under the cloak.

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Draco was puzzled by Harry’s behaviour. He knew the simulacrum was in the stasis box, because he was soft and was unable to react to any hot dreams.

Potions; last before the weekend, was when something happened. Draco was forewarned when he felt the copy leave its nesting place, but beyond that there were no special sensations. They were working separately on delicate potions that needed absolute concentration. Draco was concentrating on counting stirring when everything pulsed out of synch with his count. He glared at Harry. The next time Draco nearly crushed his finger in the pestle and mortar. From then on every time he attempted something it was messed up by the sexy feelings below. Eventually his cauldron blew up.

Slughorn was furious: “Mr Malfoy, what is wrong with you? Look at the mess you made, fifty points from Slytherin. You will stay behind to clear up this disaster by hand.”

Draco was equally miffed because Harry turned in a perfect potion and gained his house extra points. Draco laboured for an hour cleaning up the laboratory, occasionally twitching from the Gryff’s ministrations and hoping that Slughorn did not notice.

After Draco had finished Slughorn said: “Go to Professor Snape’s office, he wishes to have words with you.”

Draco knew it was useless to argue: “Yes Professor.”

Once inside the office, he stood in front of the desk twitching regularly whilst Snape finished marking a paper. Snape watched covertly, noting Draco’s growing bulge.

The professor looked up, smiling grimly: “I imagine you’ve got yourself into some kind of scrape Draco. It has to do with your sexual organs, doesn’t it?”

Draco blushed and clenched his buttocks together; trying to stop the convulsions down below.

“Mmm … I see it has … Get undressed. Let me see what the damage is.” Severus saw Draco’s evident reluctance and sighed. He waved his wand: “Exhabilio Tuus!”

Draco’s garments came off exposing his cage, metal enclosed stiffy and flexing buttocks. At much the same time Draco’s libido gave a lurch and he creamed.

“Well, well, very effective.” Uncle Severus stood up and came round to inspect the cage: “Nice workmanship too, must have been a strong magical to make that work without being present. Obviously a rival … The only one that I know could be strong enough is Potter. Well; is it?”

“Y-yes Uncle.”

“Right … Get dressed and go to dinner … I shall see Mr Potter after the meal.”

Part of Draco was exultant that Harry would get into trouble and have to lift the hex. The other part of Draco resented not having access to the Gryff’s succulent prick. Draco ate his meal with a distracted air, not sure which part of him would turn out to be dominant. As he worked things out he was alternately hard and floppy. Then he saw the open stasis box in a grinning Ronald’s hand and realised that the two Gryffs knew about his indecisiveness.