Surfing [T. W.]

During the next day the trio stayed within sight of each other. One or other of them would appear to be alone, but when a group of hard-nuts approached the others would appear. At one time, Draco and Harry managed to entice the toughs away from their tents so that Jimmy could have a quick rummage, leaving things undisturbed after he had finished.



“I think they’re on the lookout for agents and use a cell-phone to report back to someone.” Jimmy advised them. “I’ve dropped a recording bug in one of the tents I’ll pick it up in a couple of days and see if that reveals anything. I’ve now got a good set of pics of them all so we ought to give our agent copies, if I can find him.”



“He’ll be in the Golden Lion tonight with Mackenzie; we could go down for a drink.”



“I’ll duck out Harry. I’ve had my fill of Muggle beer on the beach, besides I want to read up on a couple of those plants they cut the stuff with. I think I can make an antidote which we could swallow before we get drugged.”



“Okay Draco, be careful.”



“And you.”



Jimmy and Harry wandered down the cliff path into town. The Golden Lion was not the first pub they came to, but they eventually found it.



“Are these seats taken, friends?” asked Harry, looking at Mackenzie.



“For two such delightful hunks, we’re free anytime, aren’t we, Dirk?”



“Ooh yes! Nice outfits, Boys. Not seen you round here before.”



“No! We’ve just started camping up on the cliff. We get a good view of the beach talent from there.”



“We get a good view of the talent here too, especially when it sits at our table.”



The arch conversation continued. Harry and Mackenzie had a lot of fun scoring points off each other. Somehow the suggestive banter got round to taking pictures, various poses being adopted for the delight of the cameraman. As Dirk and Jimmy had identical digitals they managed to swap them without anyone being aware of what happened. Thus the needful information was passed on. The foursome lingered over their drinks, adopting a well oiled stance before they left. With promises of other interesting meetings to come the pairs parted and appeared to wobble their ways homeward.



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Draco sat reading and taking notes for an hour and a half; going outside for some fresh air and a quick walk to relieve his stiffness. He met a few buddies on the beach and chatted for a while. Making his way up the cliff path to the tent; he paused at the top to take in the scene and to steady his breathing. As he did so some hands took hold of him, one of them going over his mouth to stop him shouting out. Something sweet smelling was put under his nose and within thirty seconds he was out for the count.



Draco awoke under a strange canvas; it had two tent poles supporting it, and his hands were tied to each one. As the muzziness wore off he realised that he had been stripped, and had an audience of eight containing the two rough men who had turned over the Magical’s bedding a couple of days before. Now fully awake; he realised that his head was encased in some kind of mask, part of which acted as a mute. He stayed quite still, pretending to be still out.



“He should be awake by now Calum, maybe he’s pretending.”



“I’ll find out, shall I?”



Draco felt a hand on his buttocks, stroking them. As he prepared to tense up he realised that, although he still wore his trainers they had been fastened to something, holding his legs slightly apart. This allowed the stroking hand to run its fingers down his cleft and tickle his rosebud. Automatically he clenched his muscles and then realised that he’d given the game away.



“He’s faking it, Liam; he tightened up as my finger probed.”



The fingers reached between Draco’s legs and grabbed his balls, pulling down on them.



“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” went Draco.



“Okay Sonny, relax; if you don’t, this will hurt and hurt bad; understand?



Draco nodded his head. The pulling fingers released his gonads and travelled back to where they had been. A thick finger pushed on his sphincter; it seemed to have been lubricated with something as it was soon inside. Draco supposed it was the same finger that had made Harry so excited, and soon experienced those feelings for himself. As the finger titillated his gland his erection expanded and he expected a hand to start palpitating it. Instead, the finger continued its ministrations causing his body to arch and contract as if having intercourse with the air. Draco could feel his lusty lasciviousness building, and his mumblings through the gag rose in pitch. The inevitable happened and, as his first spurt shot out, a tight loop snapped round his prick and behind his balls. He managed a few more splashes out of the taught and gleaming mushroom, but instead of subsiding his column continued stiff and shiny.



The finger retracted and another hand caressed his buns at the same time two fingers tweaked his knob roughly. The effect was like an electric shock, and Draco’s body lurched in its restraints. A dirty laugh sounded in his ear.



“Right Sonny, you’re going to dance for us.” Another tweak had his leg muscles spasm.



Someone undid Draco’s shoes and removed them. His reaction was to try and bunch his thighs to protect his vulnerable area. His bum stuck out and was immediately slapped hard, with what felt like a belt. His reaction was to straighten up shoving his cock into the tweaker’s hands. The alternating treatment continued …



§§§§§§



As Jimmy and Harry walked back from the pub, congratulating themselves on such a neat exchange of information. As they drew nearer the camp site Harry became increasingly aware of his partner’s agitated state. His own libido reacted with that of Draco and his hormonal response became aroused.



“They’ve got Draco!” Harry gasped.



“What?” Jimmy had been admiring a couple on the beach and took a minute to realise what Harry was saying.



“He’s tied up and they’re interfering with him. It’s affecting me also.” Harry concentrated on Draco, rubbing his crotch unconsciously. “He’s tied by the arms between two tent poles over there.”



Harry turned and started to run in the direction of the rough-men’s encampment. Jimmy was speedier and grabbed him. They struggled, however Jimmy was used to subduing people by force.



As he sat on a struggling Harry, Jimmy said: “Don’t go rushing in yet, let’s work out a strategy.”



“They’re thrashing him too,” Harry wailed and then concentrated on his Partner. ‘We’re coming to rescue you, Love.’



‘Not yet, I can stand some more.’



‘But they’re hurting you badly.’



‘Not really, we’ve played these types of games before. They think I’m nearly ready to pass out, but I’m not. Get the elves to help. Big gust of wind and tent collapse; got it?’



‘Yes.’ “You can get off me now, Jimmy. We need our small friends’ help. We’re going to blow their tent down. Roughly the same idea as the wave.”



Harry and Jimmy went to their tent and enlisted the elves’ aid. Jimmy was to wait by the tent to receive Draco, and the magical trio would also Apparate back there, once the deed was done. When they had worked out who was going to use which hex, Harry signalled Draco internally. Screened by some bushes, the rescue party crept nearer the encampment so they could see what they were doing.



Before Draco gave the word he Incendio-ed his bonds; then Disapparated just as a gale-force gust of wind blew the tent canvas down around the rough men’ ears. On arrival at his own tent, Draco divested himself of the mask and the remaining pieces of restraint; asking Harry to carefully undo the tight pubic knots.



The escape was easy. But its aftermath more complicated.



Once the nasties had climbed out of their collapsed tent and had found their victim gone; they decided to raid the magical camp. With the elves hidden in the bushes, all four Magicals mounted a defence; using tripping hexes to make the attackers fall over their own feet. The resultant fuss drew many other campers to see what was happening.



Gordon and his mates – the unofficial peacekeepers – turned up to see what the noise was about. The elves remained hidden in the bushes.



“These bloody hooligans knocked our tent down, for no reason,” accused Calum. “Our oil lamps spilt and nearly set the place on fire.”



“No we didn’t, you attacked our mate and held him prisoner,” Harry riposted.



“Bloody lies; why would we want to do that?”



“To strip and torture me. Look what they did buddies.” Draco pulled down his trousers and exhibited his still inflamed backside.



“Don’t be a silly bugger. We’re proper regular blokes, not into playing around like these three nancies.”



“The proof is easy, campers.” Everyone looked at Jimmy.



“If they did strip him, his clothes will still be in their tent, because he arrived here naked and sobbing.”



Liam made to go and remove the offending objects, but two of Gordon’s muscle-men grabbed him. The crowd followed Gordon to the wrecked tent. It took only a few minutes to find Draco’s clothes. Draco being slim, there was no way that the well built bears could claim the clothes were their own. Besides that, various other campers averred that they had seen Draco wearing the same garments that very day.



Gordon looked at the trio, guessing that there was more going on than met the casual eye. Then he looked at the host of buddies commiserating with Draco and his friends. Finally he looked at the eight defiant toughies.



“Why were Draco’s shoes nailed to a board? How is it that only your tent is down? It looks more like wind damage than anything deliberate. I’m inclined to believe the trio, what do the other campers think?”



Without a show of hands, it was obvious who the majority of campers supported, by the crowd of Draco sympathisers.



Gordon called his muscle-men together. “Calum and the rest of you paddies have half an hour to dismantle your encampment and get off our site. Is that understood?”



“But it was that mincing trio’s fault.”



“I very much doubt it. You’ve wasted five minutes arguing; we will burn any of your clobber that is on this site after twenty-five minutes. Now get going.”



Calum looked at his mates, nodded, and they hastily set about packing up.



§§§§§



After they had gone Gordon came strolling round to the Blake’s tent. Being forewarned by Pullet, the trio were found sitting on their messy sleeping bags, sharing some biscuits and drinking tea.



“Tell me, Mates, exactly what is going on?” said Gordon squatting on a proffered piece of bedding and accepting a mug of tea.



“You remember us asking about our mate Chris?”



“Yes, Draco.”



“Well; we are almost sure they abducted him, probably to use as a sex toy. We also suspect that they had a hand in killing that other young man too.”



“Go on.”



“We now know they are into sadistic sex games; that’s what they were doing to Draco. They also tried it on with Harry in the water,” explained Jimmy.



“You asked for that, Harry. That thong was hardly decent.” Gordon waggled his eyebrows.



“Yes I know, Gordon; but we’re afraid they might kill Chris. So I acted sexy to lure them.”



“Were you ever in the Army, Gordon?”



“Yes, for eight years. What’s that got to do with it, Jimmy?”



“So you signed the Official Secrets Act.”



“Bloody Hell – I think I see where you’re heading. Now don’t tell me who, but your mate Chris is much more important than just a buddy, right?”



“Yes! Shall I say blackmail?”



“My peacekeepers are all ex-army mates too. Some of our demob pay went into buying the site, it keeps us together, you know.”



“Perhaps such closeness would have resulted in a dishonourable discharge?” Jimmy smiled knowingly.



“Right on the nail, Mate.” Gordon thumped Jimmy’s shoulder playfully.



“We’re kindred spirits too.”



“So you were trying to get abducted, were you?” Gordon registered calculation. “As a way of getting inside the enemy’s headquarters, I suppose. Sorry if I queered your pitch. Oops! Bad choice of words. I can hardly ask them back, can I?”



“Are there any more gay-tolerant campingplatz’s with a good beach near here?”



“Nearest one’s twenty-five miles away, but they go in for the older quieter ones, and their surf’s almost non-existent. Oh … Well … Come to think of it …There are lots of hidden places nearby where you could pitch a camouflaged tent or two. We know a lot of ’em, ’cause we play war games in the wintertime, mucking around on the cliffs.”



“The bait here is probably worth returning for, would you say?”



“Not just you three either.” Gordon nodded enthusiastically.



“Perhaps some quiet surveillance, not letting them know we know where they are?”



“Least we can do. Back up if you need it too. You look too soft to be agents, sorry if I intrude.”



“Let’s just say our soft exteriors hide a multiple of nasty surprises. Two of us managed singly to escape from eight of them, twice.”



“Oh … Yes … They didn’t look as though they were getting the better of you when they came to attack here, did they? Mmm … Food for thought; do you need anything to ease an aching backside, Draco?”



“Thanks Gordon, I’ve already rubbed some liniment in. Harry can massage some more later.”



“Lucky bugger! Can I sign on in the queue? Just joking, of course.” Gordon held up appeasing hands. “We’ll keep a gentle eye out tonight, so you can be undisturbed. Do try and get some rest. Sweet dreams.”



“And you, Gordon. Thanks for everything.”



Gordon wandered off back to the supervisor’s chalet and the threesome went into the domicile.



The two elves were waiting with a hot meal on the table.



“We heard all that conversation, Harry; so there’s no need to repeat it,” said Phealey. “We seem to have an unofficial army unit helping us; could be very useful in a tight corner.”



“Yes, maybe we can storm in, instead of getting captured.”



“We’d still be better off if we knew they layout.”



“No point in storming in if they don’t stay around.”



“I can put a trace on that bug I left. The satnav doubles as its receiver.”



“Okay Jimmy, get on with it.”



Jimmy fiddled for a few moments: “Damn, it must have been dropped as it shows up almost next door to here.”



Jimmy went out and retrieved it; then they listened to the conversations it had picked up – most of it was the torture of Draco. However they heard Calum use his mobile and talk to someone. He seemed to be receiving instructions from someone in authority, as he said ‘Yes Sir’ a few times. They also learnt that they were on the hit list as well as three more buddies.



Jimmy went off to share the others’ names with Gordon and his mates, who promised to keep a wary eye on those tents too.



Jimmy was induced to play exploding snap.



“Won’t the bangs alert our defenders?” he asked.



“There’s a silencing charm on the domicile, except on your beds.”



“Oh … Right … Why not on the beds?”



“So your dummies can be heard to speak. Remember Draco’s joshing about lovey-dovey stuff, do you?”



“Of course, I thought he was just funning … Hey … We could deliberately mislead someone who was sneaking around, couldn’t we?”



“It has it’s possibilities … Yes!”



The jacuzzi that night was fun, but not over sexy. Both pairs had quietly agreed that it was not fair on Jimmy to make him feel out of it and frustrated. So they confined their loving activities to inside their soundproofed four-posters.