Surfing [T. W.]

The evening council of war decided to delay the rescue until the following day, because Jimmy was still undetected and had not called for help.



Just after the sun rose two queens trolled into the campsite, asking to see the trio. Few people were up so Gordon invited them into the reception and sent someone to wake Harry and Draco.



Having had extra sleep the previous day, our pair were just finishing breakfast when the alarm sounded. Crystal ball, then jump on the bed, then supposedly sleepy replies from the preserved images.



Ten minutes later Gordon was properly introduced to Mackenzie and Dirk. They went to the fogou where the operator said that Jimmy was feigning sleep and had scanned the whole of the prison room. The two agents were apprised of the extra help that was available and, whilst the MI5 agent chatted to the operative, Harry and Draco filled in Mackenzie about the magical side of things.



‘Coming – in – two – hours – situation – changed,’ Sent the operative.



“Understood – breakfast – arriving.” Came the reply.



Whilst the little army prepared, the cadre watched the screen. In the prison, small glasses of a white slimy liquid were handed out. Jimmy managed to spit his out unseen. Once the liquid had been digested by the other prisoners they became hard, Jimmy scanned the woody scene.



“Nice – views – I’m – hard – too – milking – time – again.”



Now Mackenzie was here, Harry and Draco were to go in earlier, using the invisibility cloak. Mackenzie would lead the main assault with a medallionned Dirk accompanying Fred and Gordon accompanying Tom.



Our pair walked almost to the main entrance before putting the cloak on. Liam was on sentry duty and walked out to have his morning piss. Using the opportunity given, the Blakes slipped inside; standing for a minute to get used to the gloom therein. Cautiously they walked forward, Draco leading. They reached the main cavern, studying the features that they remembered from Jimmy’s relays. Things were cramped, and the niches quite close together, some of the inmates were still lying on their beds, whilst others cooked breakfast on a fire stove in the centre.



“Come and get it!” caused a rush of bodies. Someone collided with Harry and he fell out of the cloak.



“What have we here? Nice looking piece of flesh.”



‘Go on Draco, remain hidden and do what we said we’d do if one of us was caught.’



Draco hesitated, but then silently moved away, knowing that help would be here in an hour, so Harry could come to little harm in the meanwhile. Harry struggled but was soon held by other inmates.



“Well, well; nice of you to save us the bother of abducting you.” Calum leered at Harry. “Himself is not about just yet. He likes to unwrap the new presents personally. But we could just peek under the wrappings first.”



A number of dirty guffaws came from the breakfast circle. Calum rubbed his hand over Harry’s pubic area and squeezed the contained items erotically through the cloth. Calculating-Harry allowed Hormonal-Harry some leeway, knowing that attention centred on him would give the attackers a better chance. He slowly allowed his erection to engorge and Calum to become aware of it.



“What you have in there is a little cramped; let me give it some more room.” Calum’s fingers went to Harry’s flies, slowly unzipping them so his mates could see what was happening. Harry struggled and muttered oaths, not wanting Theo to hear and appear just yet. Harry had put on a thong, just in case he had to entertain the inmates.



“I see he was prepared for a show, mates.”



Calum’s hand flipped the edge of the thong under Harry’s balls; then stood back as the shining jewellery was partially displayed.



“Nice column you have there Sonny. Your knob’s not the right colour yet, but it will be soon.” More guffaws accompanied the observation.



“I think we should see the whole set, don’t you mates?”



Calum undid Harry’s belt and tugged his jeans round his hips, this allowed his balls to flop into view.



“Are you going to finger him yet, Calum?”



“That’s for the second show, he’s already hot enough to show, especially if we play ten tug. I’ll go first.”



Calum placed a coin on the table and tugged hard on Harry’s cock ten times; then someone else took over, also placing a coin on the table. They were rough and it hurt, but each go had him nearer summation. It was Calum’s turn again when Harry lost control.



“Oh – oh – ah – ah – ooh – wee-ee-ee – nah – nah – nuh.” He jerked in Calum’s fist and shot jism into the gripping fist.



“That’s good for starters,” said Calum, pocketing the money. “Double stakes this time and I’m out of it.”



Calum popped Harry’s button allowing the jeans to fall to the ground, then he pulled the thong round Harry’s knees. Harry knew what was coming next, being at war within himself; wanting the thrill, but not the public degradation that went with it. Calum’s finger collected some dripping jism and pushed in straight away.



“Ow – ow.” Harry arched forward, a hand grabbed his proffered stem, and its partner deposited two coins on the table. This was a two handed job, one gripping the base of his penis, keeping it fully hard, and the other caressing the sensitive edges of his glans. In time with the count Calum’s finger stroked the love spot inside. The build-up was longer, and the tension mounted within the onlookers as well as inside the victim. Many of Harry’s muscles quivered, spasming occasionally and raising false hopes of a splash out. Harry was drenched in sweat and his libido had spread into parts of his body not normally affected by sex. With an enormous groan he felt the blood rush to his purple protrusion and an all-encompassing orgasm begin. Every shot made him propel his belly outwards, each intermediate stroke had his arse impale itself further on Calum’s finger. Harry was in glorious summation totally unaware of his surroundings. For only the lascivious sensuality in his loins mattered, as he squeezed the last drops of joy from his glands.



Harry came out of his semi conscious state to find the observers silent and Theo Nott staring at him.



“So kind of you to entertain the troops Harry, now you have to entertain me. Put him in a frame, Calum.”



“Yes Sir!”



The remainder of Harry’s clothes were removed and he was tied akimbo, just as Jimmy had been.



“Calum; how did this person get by our sentry?” asked Theo. “Bring the sentry here.”



“Yes Sir.”



A struggling Liam was hauled in.



“You were on sentry duty Liam and you let an interloper in.” Theo’s voice was very quiet and threatening. “We could all have been killed. Mmm … One hour in the frame – double blows. Our guest may watch to begin with. When I’m ready I’ll want him in my room.” Theo watched Harry watching the preparations, noting that Harry’s flaccidness perked up slightly when Calum’s finger made Liam hard. It expanded a little more when the cord was tied tightly. Liam was screaming after five minutes and Harry was shiny-hard again, remembering some of the games that he and Draco played occasionally when Harry was the aggressor. Harry realised that the playful pats he used on his partner were not in the same league as the thrashing Liam was having, but the principle was the same and almost equally arousing.



Harry\'s frame was wheeled inside Theo’s room.



“I see you get as turned on by violence as I do Harry. I hope violence done to you is equally arousing. Now I shall need a sample from you as it helps Noah to identify his partner. After your recent escapade you’ll need a little more time to recoup your reserves. Pity, you seem to have lost your wand, not that it would have done much good here; the area’s aura is attuned only to my magic. I still don’t quite know how you got in, not that it matters, you’re my prisoner now.” Theo was chatting in an everyday voice, almost as though they were friends chatting about the latest Quidditch match results. “Now what shall we do while your reserves are built up. I know we’ll go and see Chris, that is why you came here, isn’t it?”



Harry treated the question as though it were rhetorical and was wheeled, by Theo, through a door into an adjoining room.



“Ah! Chris! May I introduce you to your rescuer, Mr Harry Potter? Unfortunately he seems to have been caught as well.”



‘Keep him going Partner. We’re just unlocking the prisoners. Liam’s yelling provides all the cover we need.’



‘Noah has to drink the spunk of the one he’s going to fuck. He’s going to milk me quite soon.’



‘I’ve got an idea, get Theo to fuck you first and then retain his seed.’ Harry leeched the idea from his partner and smiled grimly.



Meanwhile Theo had been inspecting the butt-plug that had been inside Chris, using a pair of callipers.



“You’re just right, Lovely Boy. My Pretty will adore you, and you won’t wear out so quickly.” Theo replaced the dildo. “Perhaps you could entertain Mr Potter for a few minutes Lovely Boy; I know how much you like lip service.”



Theo manoeuvred the frame and bent Harry so that his mouth was over Chris’s genitals. Chris started to go hard and Theo twisted Harry’s balls. Harry’s scream was muffled by Chris’s intumescence filling his open mouth.



“Suck it Bro, suck it!” Chris shoved up touching the back of Harry’s throat.



Harry choked, so Theo adjusted the frame slightly upwards. Harry managed to wink at Chris, who cottoned on that all was not as it seemed. So he shoved further and the frame was adjusted a little higher. Harry commenced a slow and boring suck job. Chris responded likewise.



“Sir, that part of the punishment is finished, do you want to see the results?” was yelled through the door.



“Don’t go away Harry, I need you for later.” Theo left the room, chuckling at his own wit.



A slight struggle had Harry\'s lips removed from Chris’s cock.



“We are freeing the prisoners; then it will be your turn.” Harry whispered. “We have to delay, so we need to keep Theo occupied for as long as possible.”



Chris signalled his understanding and replaced is cock in Harry’s mouth, just as Theo returned.



“Not finished him yet. Maybe this will help.”



Theo switched on the oscillating dildo, and squeezed Harry’s balls.



“Now do it properly.”



Three minutes of pain had Harry’s mouth full of ejaculate, which he tried to swallow. Theo switched off the dildo.



“That rosebud of yours looks very inviting, but how to catch your love juice, mmm?”



Harry was still staring at Chris’s semi-soft. Theo was stroking Harry\'s red poker.



“Got it!”



Harry felt a narrow cold circle touch his glans.



“Evacuare!”



The cold circle travelled up Harry’s prick swiftly, sucking as it went. Harry gasped leaning forward as much as the frame would allow him to, and enveloping Chris’s hardening dick. Which action in turn speeded up Chris’s engorgement. Harry looked at Chris, who mouthed ‘bottle’.



“Right slut; aren’t you Potter?” Theo inserted his finger, catching Harry’s spot at first try. “I think we’ll try for two lots.”



Harry groaned round Chris’s appendage, giving Chris an extra thrill. Theo’s fingers were as expert as Colum’s had been. That coupled with Theo pulling rhythmically on the bottle soon had Harry worked up and splashing. Not that the sucking bottle let up. Harry thought could feel his skin stretching to fill the void.



Theo was slightly longer than Draco and somewhat broader, he pushed in slowly but consistently and Harry gulped. That set Chris’s white fountain off and the frame moved enough for Harry to have a grandstand view of Chris’s pulsing appendage. Harry stuck his tongue out. Every time the frame moved up as Theo dug in, Harry would lick along Chris’s length to its tip. The frame eased as Theo withdrew and the wet caress moved balls-wards. It was exquisite torture for Chris, and he enjoyed every minute of it. Watching the glowing juddering member at such close quarters turned Harry on even further and the feelings of earlier returned in full force and were amplified by Theo moving inside Harry. Theo’s final thrust had Harry full of Theo’ juice, it also allowed him to use his tongue on Chris’s inflamed mushroom and the second ejaculation started inside the bottle.



It was understandable that Harry’s Incarcerous Magna was slightly badly aimed. Instead of just binding Theo, as intended, it bound Chris as well and Harry was sandwiched in between.



“I don’t know how you did it, but you’ve been caught in your own trap, Potty.” Theo remarked.



‘I need rescuing, Draco. Come quickly.’



Draco arrived within sixty seconds, plus a band of helpers. Their first reaction was mirth. The second was prurient inspection. Only after that was finished did they start to unplug Theo and bind him with ropes. Harry\'s buttocks were unable to remain clenched and Theo’s seed had dribbled down Harry’s legs before his mouth was detached from Chris’s prick. Harry eased his cramped muscles once he was released from the frame.



As the cells were now full of defeated bully boys, Theo was stripped and put into the playmate’s cell next door to Noah. Having checked him for magical objects he was surrounded by a magic inhibiting hex, and the ropes taken off him. Mackenzie sat in Theo’s lounge watching Theo with one eye and the other one on Draco struggling with Harry and his bottle; not daring to break it for fear of cutting him. Eventually, using a lot of oil and some expanding spells on the jism inside, Harry’s crimson member began to emerge. A stronger pull had to be applied to release the throbbing glans. There was a loud pop and the bottle flew out of Draco’s hands and over their heads to break on the cage behind, showering Theo with its creamy contents a splashing some on to Noah’s skin. Noah smelt at the cream, starting to lick it off and, as Theo had foretold, it acted like an aphrodisiacal attractant. As the person who most smelt of the goo was in the playmate’s cell, with only a door between them, Noah knew the drill to get at them.



Theo struggled to keep the door shut, but was soon overcome. His yells brought the rescuers into the room. In front of a ribald audience, Noah picked Theo up, licking all the splashed semen off him. Despite his fright Theo was turned on mightily.



A newly cloaked Harry imagined Draco licking him and understood completely, feeling his licentious side prompting a further arousal.



When Noah’s tongue reached Theo’s stake he licked it and sucked. He removed Theo from his mouth, smelt the tip, and then smelt Theo’s hair. Noah looked puzzled for a minute, shrugged and replaced the throbbing member between his lips.



All this time Theo had been yelling and cursing, the noise stopped as Noah’s mouth encircled his total pubic area and a thin tongue crept along his magic inch. The tip disappeared inside, converting Theo’s struggles into pumping motions.



“You can’t let him split him,” whispered Mackenzie. “But neither can we disappoint the boys.”



“When it comes to it we can widen his passageways with an acute anti-constipation charm. It’s more like a hex, and is quite unpleasant.”



“Oh! Right!”



Things were stirring down below Noah’s waistline. Theo yelled as his climax exploded and a minute later he yelled in terror as he saw his doom expanding below. Noah’s big hands were expert in manipulating wriggling human bodies. Draco and Harry watched fascinated as the broad eight inches began to slide inside a frantic Mr Nott.



With a sigh Noah pushed the last bit in and a beatific smile lit his face. Theo’s face was of terror mixed with lust.



“Partens Cursii Nott,” both of them whispered and pointed at Theo\'s bum. There was a gurgling sound and Theo was heartily sick.



‘Presumably it couldn’t get past a certain blockage,’ both of them giggled.



It took nearly half an hour before Noah was satisfied, allowing the exhausted Theo to drop off the end of his rapidly diminishing returns. The audience retired satisfied, but feeling very horny.



§§§§§§



After lunch [and working off their feelings] a council of peace took place.



Liam was in such a state, mentally and physically, that a long stay in an institutionalised hospital was the only solution.



The cruel Calum was to stand trial for kidnapping in the Muggle courts. Theo would be taken for a hearing of the Wizengamot. The other six were less culpable and it was felt that prison would probably do them more harm than good.



“What they really need is a good bout of Army training,” said Chris in an untypical outburst. “They treated me well, except when those two were around.”



Most of the abductees agreed with them, even going so far as to say they enjoyed some of the sessions.



“What if some ex army people were to take them in hand,” suggested Dirk slyly. “There are all kinds of work they could be put to. The mine could be a snug domicile when the winter gales blow and might be made into a specialised visitor attraction for a certain discerning clientele.”



“Mmm. Their keep would have to be paid for until it became a going concern.” Gordon caught on.



“There\'s quite a reward for my rescue, isn’t there?” asked Chris.



“Us agents aren’t allowed to claim it.”



“Nor do we want paying,” said Harry on behalf of the Magicals.



So was born ‘The Mine’ a night club that ran in the daytime as well. The miners track was widened as far as the camping site. The freehold of the mine was transferred to a new company, with Gordon as its managing director and among whom Harry, Draco and Chris were major shareholders. The Blakes had their own private room, the door was locked on the inside, it hid a portal. Dean Seamus and four Muggle friends became members of the club, using the shareholders room with the Blake’s permission. Only selected campers were allowed to attend, all of whom were recommended by other members. Like many of the gentleman’s clubs in London the membership was exclusively male. There were rumours of raunchy entertainments, but they were soon scotched as many reputable agents were among the clientele. Chris had a great time, propping up the bar and entertaining the talent. The PM had him under regular surveillance. Jimmy used to go there to survey Chris’s body very regularly.



Noah went to stay with Grawp in the forbidden forest. Grawp became less aggressive as a result. Hagrid caught them in flagrante more than once.



Theo was convicted, and became the plaything of the disgruntled Death Eaters who had hoped he would release them. None of them had the girth or stamina of Noah.



Many years later Calum was released from Muggle prison on parole. He had thrilled many fellow prisoners by his tales, as well as in other more personal ways. It was Gordon’s company who agreed to be his guardians. The club gained another thrilling extra to put on their entertainment list. Parole successfully at an end, Calum applied to join the club’s permanent staff, and was accepted.



THE END