The Tryout
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,121
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Tryout
The Tryout
by scourgify © 22 Jan 2004
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“Keep your arms still, Malfoy,” Oliver Wood sounded exasperated.
Malfoy looked down his nose at the crouching ex-Gryffindor goalie, currently the hottest player in the Quidditch league. For the life of him, he couldn’t fathom why Wood had insisted in taking the physical measurements of the Quidditch hopefuls. As if physique mattered in the game. Just look at his overweight cronies, Crabbe and Goyle ¯ their butts practically hung over their broomsticks, but did that impair their performance? Hell, no! And Malfoy had practically zero excess flab; he prided himself in his sleek physique and washboard torso.
“So tell me, Wood, why the need to go through this nonsense?” Malfoy drawled. Wood ignored him and continued to measure the length of his legs. “A Seeker needs to be fast aimblimble, that’s all. I don’t see how the size of my feet has anything to do with it!”
“Oh, shut up, Malfoy. I’m the Boss here, and you better do as I say,” said Wood, his tone brooking no argument. “If you don’t like it, the door’s that way. There are hundreds others who are just as good or even better than you.”
Malfoy glared at him, but decided to keep his mouth shut. He wanted to be the Chosen One; that’ll show Potter who’s the better Seeker. For that, he willed himself to endure the pointless examination despite feeling like a show dog. He stared idly into the middle distance, as Wood continued to measure him. A sudden pressure on his inner thighs startled him. His eyes widened as he felt Wood’s hand moving higher up his thighs.
“What the hell do you think ¯” he gasped.
“Can it, Malfoy. Are you going to comply or not?” Wood’s voice was calm, but his eyes were like chips of ice. Malfoy nodded mutely. “Excellent. Now, spread your legs,”
“What?!” Malfoy balked.
Wood stared at him impassively. He crossed his arms and looked pointedly at the smaller blond. “One more outburst and you’re history, Malfoy. Do it.”
“No,” Malfoy suddenly felt scared. He began to back away. Wood advanced towards him. Malfoy gave a startled gasp as his back hit the cold stone wall. Wood looked at him piercingly, as if he was a butterfly specimen pinned to a board. Malfoy wondered dimly if Wood had placed a minor charm on him; he wanted to bolt, but he couldn’t.
Suddenly, Wood grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head. With the other, he pointed his wand, and Malfoy’s trousers unzipped itself. Malfoy’s eyes bulged. The magical measuring tape unwound and quickly got to work.
“Um... excuse me,” Malfoy stammered. The tape danced against his skin. He felt a thousand tiny lips brushed against his dick. “… I’m pretty certain that’s not standard procedure …”
“Hmm,” Wood said thoughtfully. He pocketed the tape and backed away a couple of steps and grinned.. “Not bad. Who’d thought a pipsqueak like you has quite an impressive package?”
Malfoy couldn’t move. He gave a yelp as something squeezed his balls. Wood was using wandless magic to jerk him off! He squirmed and gasped, but his adolescent body reacted differently to the stimulation and he came messily all over his trousers. The grip on his hands loosened, and he slid bonelessly to the floor.
Wood crouched before him and cupped his chin. He lifted Malfoy’s face up. Malfoy gazed at him dazedly. Wood smiled.
“I think you passed the initial tryout. Now, if you want to go to the second level …” he bent his head close and whispered something in Malfoy’s ear.
Malfoy blushed furiously. Wood’s proposition was preposterous. His brows furrowed. Ambition and pride battled each other.
Wood stood up and smirked. “Well, what’s your wish then?”
Ambition won. Malfoy stood up on shaky legs. He slid his trousers down, turned around to face the wall and closed his eyes.
Wood fell on him like a hawk.
~ END ~
by scourgify © 22 Jan 2004
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Keep your arms still, Malfoy,” Oliver Wood sounded exasperated.
Malfoy looked down his nose at the crouching ex-Gryffindor goalie, currently the hottest player in the Quidditch league. For the life of him, he couldn’t fathom why Wood had insisted in taking the physical measurements of the Quidditch hopefuls. As if physique mattered in the game. Just look at his overweight cronies, Crabbe and Goyle ¯ their butts practically hung over their broomsticks, but did that impair their performance? Hell, no! And Malfoy had practically zero excess flab; he prided himself in his sleek physique and washboard torso.
“So tell me, Wood, why the need to go through this nonsense?” Malfoy drawled. Wood ignored him and continued to measure the length of his legs. “A Seeker needs to be fast aimblimble, that’s all. I don’t see how the size of my feet has anything to do with it!”
“Oh, shut up, Malfoy. I’m the Boss here, and you better do as I say,” said Wood, his tone brooking no argument. “If you don’t like it, the door’s that way. There are hundreds others who are just as good or even better than you.”
Malfoy glared at him, but decided to keep his mouth shut. He wanted to be the Chosen One; that’ll show Potter who’s the better Seeker. For that, he willed himself to endure the pointless examination despite feeling like a show dog. He stared idly into the middle distance, as Wood continued to measure him. A sudden pressure on his inner thighs startled him. His eyes widened as he felt Wood’s hand moving higher up his thighs.
“What the hell do you think ¯” he gasped.
“Can it, Malfoy. Are you going to comply or not?” Wood’s voice was calm, but his eyes were like chips of ice. Malfoy nodded mutely. “Excellent. Now, spread your legs,”
“What?!” Malfoy balked.
Wood stared at him impassively. He crossed his arms and looked pointedly at the smaller blond. “One more outburst and you’re history, Malfoy. Do it.”
“No,” Malfoy suddenly felt scared. He began to back away. Wood advanced towards him. Malfoy gave a startled gasp as his back hit the cold stone wall. Wood looked at him piercingly, as if he was a butterfly specimen pinned to a board. Malfoy wondered dimly if Wood had placed a minor charm on him; he wanted to bolt, but he couldn’t.
Suddenly, Wood grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head. With the other, he pointed his wand, and Malfoy’s trousers unzipped itself. Malfoy’s eyes bulged. The magical measuring tape unwound and quickly got to work.
“Um... excuse me,” Malfoy stammered. The tape danced against his skin. He felt a thousand tiny lips brushed against his dick. “… I’m pretty certain that’s not standard procedure …”
“Hmm,” Wood said thoughtfully. He pocketed the tape and backed away a couple of steps and grinned.. “Not bad. Who’d thought a pipsqueak like you has quite an impressive package?”
Malfoy couldn’t move. He gave a yelp as something squeezed his balls. Wood was using wandless magic to jerk him off! He squirmed and gasped, but his adolescent body reacted differently to the stimulation and he came messily all over his trousers. The grip on his hands loosened, and he slid bonelessly to the floor.
Wood crouched before him and cupped his chin. He lifted Malfoy’s face up. Malfoy gazed at him dazedly. Wood smiled.
“I think you passed the initial tryout. Now, if you want to go to the second level …” he bent his head close and whispered something in Malfoy’s ear.
Malfoy blushed furiously. Wood’s proposition was preposterous. His brows furrowed. Ambition and pride battled each other.
Wood stood up and smirked. “Well, what’s your wish then?”
Ambition won. Malfoy stood up on shaky legs. He slid his trousers down, turned around to face the wall and closed his eyes.
Wood fell on him like a hawk.
~ END ~