Fudge\'s Personal Note Taker

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It was no accident that Cornelius Fudge had called Percy Weasley to be his personal note taker. It was his privilege and right to enlist a worker at the Ministry of Magic for such a task. So the willowy red head happened to be tall and sparsely muscled and narrow shouldered. So what if his youth and wiry musculature made him appear a much younger man than he was? It was Fudge\'s right to appoint whom he wished for the job and he wished for pureblooded androgyne Percy Weasley. Indeed, he had wished very much for this particular boy.

\"You realize, Mr. Weasley, that your appointment to being my personal assistant is quite the leap up for you. Even your father has never achieved such a status,\" he purred as he sipped lightly at a high ball of red currant rum.

\"Of course, sir. I was not questioning that,\" Percy said as his brown eyes cast around the rich but luridly red office uneasily. His freckled flesh flexed and shivered under the cool air that skimmed over his half exposed body.

\"Then what are you questioning, Mr. Weasley? This is not the first time I\'ve asked you to perform a duty that was not specifically listed on your statement of work.\" The older man regarded Percy unperturbedly, taking another sip of the rum before setting it down on a golden coaster that sat upon his ornate rosewood desk. No, as a matter of fact, Percy Weasley had several times been asked to crawl under that desk and perform sexual favors.

It was no accident that Fudge had chosen Percy. He had selected him with an appallingly predatory mind. The mind that had won him this position in the first place. It was a blunder to believe that Cornelius Fudge was a man who didn\'t know how to plot and scheme. He merely didn\'t know quite what to do with the power of office once he held it. At least as far as governing was concerned. Fudge knew exactly what to do with an ambitious young man like Percy, however.

\"No, it\'s just-\" what could Percy say that would make any sense? His body was thin and tall and he was ashamed of how boyish it appeared. Looking down at the way his tapered fingers covered the dim pink of his nipples he let out a long and shuddering breath as he lowered his face down to peer at his white cotton briefs. The outline of his flaccid length was obvious. Weasley was never aroused by the things he was made to do. Despite his obvious distaste for what he was doing, the fact that Percy still did it further incited Fudge and drove him to work the middle Weasley child harder and make him do more. It was this shame coupled with his parent\'s questions and implications that Percy was appointed to this position to spy on them that drove the young man to move to an apartment. The redhead couldn\'t tell his parents the truth. Never.

\"Well then, Mr. Weasley, I\'m afraid I shall have to ask for you to perform for me another way,\" Fudge spoke dryly as his chubby legs uncrossed and his feet dropped flat to the floor. The Minister of Magic stood up as he always did and unbuckled and unzipped his bottle-green trousers. Only this time instead of simply pushing the plackets back, he dug his fingers into the waistband of the trousers and his briefs beneath and shoved them down to his knees.

Unlike Percy\'s, Cornelius\'s member was straight and proud although it was of a lesser length than most men\'s, even at its most aroused. Percy watched dumbly as the clothing was pushed away, spotting the darkened moistness of the spot where Fudge\'s precome had wetted the cotton. He watched that spot move down the older man\'s pudgy legs to just above where the black trouser socks started. The secretary looked away as his boss kicked out of the slacks. Weasley pressed his lips together as his dark eyes found solace in the amber fluid inside of the forlorn cocktail at the edge of the elder man\'s desk.

\"I will not have sex with you. I cannot,\" Percy said, remembering his boss\'s frustration at Weasley\'s inability to achieve an erection no matter how Fudge touched him. The idea of those thick hands over his speckled flesh repulsed him and his face reflected his disgust briefly.

Because of this, the stout man was trying to goad Percy into standing naked before him. He designed that once the younger man was comfortable naked before him that Percy could eventually stimulate himself into an erection and then Fudge could have whatever way with his assistant that he wanted. Today, Percy had failed to please him. Today, Fudge would take what pleasure he could from humiliating Weasley.

Fudge straddled the chair, opening his hairy legs to expose a meager grayish brush of hair between his cheeks down his perineum to his scrotal sac. Leaning forward, he looked back at the young man shivering in only his briefs with his long arms wrapped over himself. Damn Weasley looked almost angelic, trembling in fear and revulsion, unable to meet Cornelius\'s eyes. \"Come here, Mr. Weasley,\" Fudge beckoned.

Percy swallowed hard and closed his eyes for a moment. His brows furrowed as he felt his eyes prickle with tears that he refused to shed. His face knotted up and went a brilliant crimson. But his ambition and his call to duty forced his legs into action and the stippled son of Arthur trudged forward till he stood in vulnerable glory behind his loathsome boss. \"What do you want?\" he asked him in a meek voice that sounded so fragile and innocent that the debauched elder wanted to forgo this foreplay and ram his filthy stunted erection into that plush mouth. But no. What he wanted was so much more vulgar.

\"You should know, Mr. Weasley, that you have quite the reputation for ass kissing. That is what I want you to do. I want you to realize these rumors,\" the podgy man growled as he leaned forward more and spread his cheeks wider. \"Get in there and do a good job, Weasley. Or perhaps on top of firing you, I\'ll send a little note to your father through inter office mail about just what manner of job you\'ve been doing for me.\"

Letting out a quiet and strangled sob at the mortifying idea of his father knowing, the former Head Boy sunk down to his knees behind the blotchy ass of his superior. His graceful hands moved up the swell of the man\'s cheeks shakily and then he pulled them apart, revealing more of the graying tuft of fur that surrounded a pink and gray pucker of dilating muscles. \"Do it!\" Fudge hissed, tired already of the tease of balmy quivering breaths emanating from the reticent man behind him.

At this command, Percy clamped his eyes shut and dove in. His warm tongue slicked over the pulsing muscles that greedily sucked his tongue in. Fudge groaned and pushed back. The way the man\'s hips moved kept up with Percy\'s attempts to dodge the insistent thrust. Sputtering and quailing, the redhead tried to navigate through the forest of short curly hairs that detracted from the Minister\'s enjoyment of his tongue. So Percy tired to stick with swirling his tongue around the opening.

Still, Fudge was relentless, moving his body to keep the redhead strictly to task. Percy\'s tongue swept and dodged and weaved, rolling flatly over the clenching hole to dive down to the older man\'s scrotum. Running his tongue over the perineum again and then down to his boss\'s scrotum, the freckled young man felt Fudge\'s thighs flex and force his tongue again to dead center. There was no escape and no way around it. Tentatively, Weasley pointed his tongue and delved deeply into the man\'s cavity.

Cornelius let out a moan of pure contentment, a moan that Percy would spend quite a bit of time trying desperately not to recall. The note taker wrapped his lips around the budding orifice and flicked his tongue inside. Keeping his eyes closed, he tried dreadfully not to think at all about what he was doing, where his tongue was and what it might be lapping at. Inside of Fudge was hot and slick and strangely without much texture. The circular internal wall of muscle pressed in around his slathering muscle, trapping it and undulating as if trying to draw him further in or force him out. Drawing his head back, Percy licked the outer rim again before exploring again, adding a bit of suction now as his tongue prodded and flailed inside of Fudge.

Reaching back, Fudge grabbed for one of Percy\'s hands still gripping his ass. Cornelius placed the trembling hand onto his swaying manhood and pressed the elegant fingers around it and led him through a few preliminary strokes. Weasley was nowhere in the vicinity of being aroused by any of these actions. He was doing his job. Pleasing Fudge.

Furiously Percy grasped and throttled the jerking erection in his hand as his tongue again lapped internally at the older man, only to swipe out and glide in again. It took a mercifully short amount of time for the chubby authority to finally start to twitch and froth out long spewing tendrils of ejaculate on the back of his own black leather chair.

For a moment, Fudge simply seized the back of the chair, panting and gasping at the rush of his release. Percy sat back on his heels. His hands moved up to his face, balled up into fists that he used to repeatedly swipe at his mouth as if he could clean away the vileness of what he\'d just been coerced into doing. Finally drawing in a few extended breaths, Fudge turned and lowered himself to the floor in front of Percy who appeared again to be on the verge of disgrace-laden tears.

The elder man wrapped his arms around the shrinking employee that recoiled at his touch. \"I\'m sorry. I\'m so sorry Percy. You know I love you like a son. I love you so much. It\'s just the strain of it. The strain of that boy. Were it not for Potter and all of his allegations-well I wouldn\'t be so stressed. I wouldn\'t need to do this to you. It\'s because of him. It\'s Potter\'s fault. Potter and his lies, his drama-\" Fudge went on as Weasley simply nodded.

Percy\'s mind simply wasn\'t in a state to fend off the obvious flaws in logic that Fudge crooned at him. How could he be? Like a son. The abandoned Percy needed family. He needed the succor of those who loved him and cared for him. He had never been so estranged from the other Weasleys as he was after he began working for the Ministry; Fudge in particular. His father\'s dubious shadow had made his tenuous climb to up the corporate ladder steep and treacherous.

\"I\'m here to help you, Percy. Whatever you need. You know that, right?\" Fudge went on as Percy simply surrendered and went limp against the older man\'s chest. He nodded slowly to indicate to the spent Minister that he understood. \"Anything you need, Percy. Any time,\" he whispered into the strands of auburn hair and then kissed his temple like a father would. \"Very well, get dressed. We have that... thing... with The Daily Prophet in another hour. See that you\'re ready. I want you in the picture with me.\"

Again Percy nodded and after the imprisoning arms disengaged from around him, he stood up and slipped back around the desk to fetch his clothes. Potter. It was all Potter\'s fault. Potter made his family look bad especially recently. Arthur was peculiar enough, but now they were saddled with Harry Potter. The liar. The drama queen. The beast of burden. Potter. \"I\'ll be ready for the meeting, Minister. I just need to write a quick note to my brother,\" Percy said after he finished dressing. Giving a curt nod, the bewildered secretary left the room quickly to draft a note about how dangerous and wrong Harry Potter was to Ron. In spite of his familial estrangement, his younger brother had to be warned about making the wrong associations. After all, surrounding yourself with the wrong people could lead to terrible disappointment.