The Gulag

***WARNING*** Sex between the two. Please do not read if you find it offensive.


Special chapter Albus and Percy.

Albus looked at his image in the full-length mirror and was pleased with what he saw. Even with his advanced years, he was satisfied that he had the body of a much younger man. He ran his wrinkled hand down his mostly firm stomach, with only a slight paunch at the bottom. His large, freshly shaven testicles were still firm and had not gone to seed. He leisurely stroked his long, thick erection, getting excited about what he was going to do to his Percy.

Albus looked at a small clock in the corner of his bedroom and noticed where it said ‘Percy on his way’. He’d had a tiring day, what with Harry releasing the Slytherins in the Gulag and then saving the prisoners from execution. Albus smiled at his image, thinking how good it would be to take out his frustrations on his boy. Percy was such a good boy, willing to do what ever needed to be done to please him.

He turned to look at the two glowing green vials that wereon the nightstand. Sighing, he realized that his stamina was not as it once was, and if he wanted to play with his toy all night long, he would need the benefit of a little magic. The potion would continuously release amounts of testosterone and oestradiol into his system, ensuring multiple orgasms throughout the night. Being a benevolent Master, Albus wanted his plaything to enjoy himself as much as he could, so one bottle was for Percy.

A gentle knock at the door brought Albus back into the present. He slipped a green silk nightshirt over his naked body and padded barefoot to the door.. When he opened it and saw Percy dressed in his school uniform, Dumbledore felt his cock give a twitch. Percy was innocence personified, and reminded Albus of their first sexual encounter during Percy’s fourth year.

“You look scrumptious, my dear boy,” Albus reached over and patted Percy’s cheek.

The young man beamed from his Master’s approval before dropping to his knees and kissing Albus’s bare feet.

“None of that tonight, my pet. Come, let us start our game,” he reached down and helped the younger man to his feet.

“Sir, Professor McGonagall sent me to you because I didn’t do my homework for the last few weeks,” Percy said bashfully, lowering his eyes to the floor.

“I see,” Dumbledore stroked his long white beard, “Is there a reason that you been so neglectful of you school work?”

“Well…you see…I don’t really want to talk about it, Sir,” Percy licked his lips.

“I’m here to help, my dear boy, not to judge. Anything we do or say in the confines of my office will remain between the two of us,” Dumbledore echoed the words he first spoke to Percy so many years before.

“I seem to be preoccupied, sir,” Percy answered slyly.

“Preoccupied? With what?” the Minister ran his hand up and down the young wizards arm.

“All I can think about is…” Percy’s face reddened in embarrassment, “sex.”

“That is nothing to be ashamed about. You’re young and you have needs. Perhaps releasing some of that tension will help you get through the day?” Albus purred, stroking Percy’s nipples. “Or would a nice young lady be more to your liking? Of course, I have some protection charms I’m willing to teach you.”

“No sir, it’s just that I’m not attracted to…girls. My choice of partners lies elsewhere,” Percy blushed, moving his face closer to Albus.

“No need to be ashamed. I also prefer the feel of a strong, hard body underneath me,” Albus lifted the boy’s face up to meet his twinkling blue eyes.

“You do?” Percy asked innocently.

“Yes. The tightness of an arse clamping around your shaft is a grand feeling,” Dumbledore growled, pinching Percy’s firm rear.

“I wouldn’t know…I never…I mean…besides using my hand…” Percy fumbled over his words.

“Ahhh,” Dumbledore smiled. “I would be honored if you would let me teach you the fine art of sex.”

He pulled Percy closer, “But first, I believe a punishment is necessary. You’ve been a very naughty boy, Percy, and it’s my job to correct your wicked ways. Twenty whacks with the paddle, I think, will be sufficient for not turning in your assignments. Being unable to sit for a few days will remind you of the consequences of your actions.”

“Yes sir,” Percy answered quietly.

“Pants down and bend over my desk,” Albus ordered.

Percy played his part, enticingly lowering his slacks until they were down around his knees. Wiggling his bum, he leaned over the desk, holding tightly to the sides. Dumbledore admired the pale, freckled arse of his lover. He wanted nothing more that to ram himself balls deep into Percy, but now wasn’t the time. He wanted to make their night last, and the added foreplay would only heighten his enjoyment.

“Percy, what a lovely arse you have. I’m looking forward to our lessons,” he ran his hand soothingly over Percy’s tight mounds, “but first things first.”

“Count,” Dumbledore ordered, “and my pet, do not let yourself come during your punishment.”

Percy groaned. He would be hard pressed not to shoot his load during the spanking. The sting of the paddle on his bare arse always drove him over the edge.

“Yes sir, I’ll try,” he moaned breathlessly.

“Do not merely try, but succeed or this punishment will be minor compared to what I can do,” Albus growled.

Percy heard the sound of the paddle swish through the air before it made contact to his bottom.

“One,” he moaned.

With each count, Percy’s engorged cock was forced into the hard wood of the desk. The friction was overwhelming to the young man, and by the time he got to twenty, he was on the verge of orgasm.

“Turn around Percy,” the Minister instructed.

Percy complied with his Master’s wishes. Tears were flowing down his cheeks and his face was crimson. Percy sobbed softly, his mouth open and inviting. Dumbledore took advantage of his pet, and captured the man’s lips in a dominating kiss.

“Such a good boy, such a lovely boy,” he crooned between kisses.

Albus’s soft hand firmly took hold of Percy’s shaft and stroked it firmly but slowly, driving the youth into frenzy.

“Please sir…please,” Percy begged.

“Please what, my pet? Tell me what you want?” Dumbledore said, increasing the pressure on Percy’s cock.

“Let me come…”

“Come in my hand my pet. Let me see how much you love me,” Dumbledore gave one last, hard tug.
Percy’s release covered his Master’s hand as he slumped against Albus. The old wizard rubbed Percy’s back for several minutes until he came down from his powerful orgasm.

“Percy?”

“Hmmm?”

“Let this old man show you how much he appreciates you. Clothes off and get into the middle of my bed,” Albus commanded. “Press your head into the pillow, and bring your hands back, spreading your cheeks for me. Now hurry, lad.”

Dumbledore grinned as he watched as Percy hobble along with his trousers bunched around his legs.

Albus pulled off the nightshirt he was wearing, and threw it onto the desk. He followed his pet into the bedroom. Dumbledore’s own cock was curved up and leaving wet streaks across his belly.

Stepping into his candle lit bedroom, he gasped as he looked at his naked lover waiting for him on the bed. He swore that the tight little hole was undulating, waiting for him to spread it wide.

As he crawled up behind Percy he said, “I’m not going to prepare you this evening--I need the tightness around me.”

“Yes, Master, I am here to please only you,” Percy shuddered.

“My good lad,” Dumbledore ran his tongue over the dimple between Percy’s cheeks.

Percy rocked back and forth trying to make more contact with his Master’s delightful tongue. He grimaced in pain when Albus gave his already abused arse a good swat.

“Did I tell you to move?” he asked.

“Sorry sir, it won’t happen again,” he answered meekly.

“See that it doesn’t.” Albus licked his middle finger and slipped it passed the tight ring of muscles looking for the little nub that would drive his pet wild. Percy clamped down on his lip as he tried desperately not to react to the delightful sensation.

Lining his prick to Percy’s tight hole, Albus pushed steadily into the waiting body. He delighted in the groans and moans that came from his toy. Once completely seated, Dumbledore waited until Percy adjusted to his thick cock. He thrust hard once to judge Percy’s reaction and was pleased at the needy whimper that came from him.

The tightness in his balls urged the Minister on, speeding up his attack on Percy’s arse. All thoughts slipped from the old wizard’s mind and something more animalistic took over. He got lost in his own pleasure, and Percy became nothing more that a vessel for his use.

“Faster,” Percy urged, his own orgasm approaching.

With each thrust, Dumbledore slapped Percy’s already battered arse. Percy clenched his cheeks as he shot his seed into the sheets of his Master’s bed.

The sudden tightness from the clenching of Percy’s arse sent the Minister into his own soul wrenching orgasm. He laid his exhausted body over the smaller wizard, kissing and nipping his pet’s neck while he praised the young man’s performance.

Albus rolled over onto his back, a sated look on his face. Percy took it upon himself to lick his Master clean before turning to take care of the soiled sheets. Once he finished with his chores, he slipped from the bed and started to dress.

“Did I excuse you?” Dumbledore snapped.

“No sir, but you usually send me on my way when you’re done with me,” Percy said as he buttoned his shirt.

“Who sad that I’m done with you? On the end table are two vials. Drink one and hand me the other,” Albus ordered.

“Yes sir,” Percy did as he was told.

“Take off your shirt. I hope you had no other plans for the evening for I seem to need you,” Albus told him. “Stay here with me tonight. I will take you to new heights of ecstasy.”

Percy broke into a hug grin--never had his Master asked him to stay, “There is nothing more than I want than to wake in the morning besides you.”

Dumbledore patted the bed next to him. Bounding over, Percy crawled up next to his lover, teacher, friend and Master and buried his face in Dumbledore’s soft beard.


A/N I had a lot of help. This was my first try as explicit sex. I hope I did alright.