Office Politics

Title: Office Politics
Author: Fallen Iceangel
Rating: NC-17 (For Sexual Encounters AKA Rape )
Summary: Scrimgeour likes to take advantage...
Disclaimer: I don\'t own Harry Potter.

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Percy was in Hell.

His family all but rejected him – which he learned to live with. His job was really originally part of an extremely poor plan to spy on Potter – which fell through rather quickly but his skills fit the job exceedingly well… at least to Crouch and Fudge’s satisfaction.

But Scrimgeour was another story. He saw Percy as a potential spy and connection to Potter and nothing more. When the new minister found how wrong his assumption was, it left Percy trying to talk Scrimgeour out of firing him.

‘Please Sir!” The middle Weasley child pleaded. “I-I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me… to the best of my abilities… It’s not my fault that Potter or my family doesn’t trust me!”

“Weasley…” Scrimgeour sighed, silencing the panicking boy with a raised hand. “I need a way to get closer to Potter – get his support of our actions…”

“He’s too loyal to Dumbledore though!” Percy protested. “He’ll never trust anyone from the Ministry!”

“If they don’t trust you then it would be in our best interest – I’m sorry to say – to let you go…” Before the words had fully left his mouth, Percy was in front of his desk. Tears glistened in the boy’s blue eyes, his normally pale skin flushed, Percy’s long, graceful hands, clenching in front of him nervously.

“Please, Sir.” His voice quivered. “I’ll do anything…”

Scrimgeour studied the boy again and, with encouragement from other parts of his body, nodded.

“Very well, Mr. Weasley.” Percy’s eyes lit up with relief and joy. “Since, apparently, my original plan for keeping you will not work, I’ll have to find something else for you to do…”

“Yes, sir - I swear you won’t regret it!”

Scrimgeour looked Percy over again.

“I’m sure I won’t.” He muttered before leaning back in his chair. “But to make certain, let’s test your skills…”

Percy nodded eagerly despite the feeling of foreboding he felt.

“Good. Come here.”

Percy hesitated a moment before complying. Scrimgeour motioned the boy closer still until he was uncomfortably close to him.

“Sir…?” Percy asked softly.

Scrimgeour only reached up and calmly opened the top of Percy’s robes. The redhead gasped and stepped back, hands reaching up to close his robe.

“Sir!”

“You said anything.” Scrimgeour reminded, smirking.

“But… But…Sir!”

“Do you want your job or not?” Scrimgeour demanded. “I’m sure there are many others that will gladly take your place.”

Percy shook his head quickly.

“No… No, I… I can do it.” He took a step closer.

“Good.” The Minister smiled. “Disrobe.”

Percy winced but his trembling hands reached up to remove his robes. Scrimgeour watched appreciatively as the soft white skin was revealed. Percy folded his robe neatly and set it on the desk. The robe was soon joined by his sweater, shirt, pants, socks, and shoes. Percy stood, shivering, in his underwear as Scrimgeour looked over him hungrily. Percy kept his eyes focused on the floor.

“Underwear as well.”

Percy gave a small sob at those words and began to slowly strip himself of the last of his protection.

“Very good.” Scrimgeour purred. “Very nice…”

The Minister’s hand reached under his own robes and pulled his straining erection free. Percy looked away and gulped down his disgust as a tear slipped down his flushed cheeks.

“On your knees.”

Percy sobbed again and, trembling, got on his knees.

“You know what I want?”

“Yes, Sir.” Percy said softly.

“Have you done this before?”

“No, Sir.”

Scrimgeour nodded, smirking.

“When you are like this, I am your Master.”

Percy hung his head lower, his shoulders shaking, and nodded.

“Say it.”

“Y-Yes… Master.”

“Then proceed.”

Percy moved closer and tried to swallow the lump in his throat.

Scrimgeour’s prick was long, thick and vivid red with need. Percy timidly placed his hands on Scrimgeour’s thighs, drawing a moan from the man. Percy bit his lip and forced himself closer. He closed his eyes tightly and opened his mouth slightly. He whimpered softly when his lips touched Scrimgeour’s hard flesh.

“Get on with it.” The Minister growled.

Percy took a deep breath and took the head of Scrimgeour’s cock in his mouth. Percy flinched at the salty taste of the precum as it dropped on his tongue. Scrimgeour moaned softly and thrust into Percy’s mouth, nearly making the boy gag. The Minister continued moving up into Percy’s mouth as the boy fought to stay in position.

“Suck…” Scrimgeour hissed.

Percy obeyed and sucked on the cock as it was thrust roughly into his mouth. Scrimgeour reached down and curled his fingers into Percy’s hair, moving the boy’s head as he thrust. Percy’s fingers curled, clutching onto the Minister’s trouser, as he concentrated on not gagging. Scrimgeour pushed Percy’s head down, forcing himself deep into the boy’s mouth and into his throat. Percy yelped and tried to pull back. He could just feel the other’s course hair tickling his lips.

Scrimgeour held Percy’s head as he pulled away, leaving only his head in Percy’s mouth, and pushed back in. Percy was trying not to sob completely now. Scrimgeour pulled back again, his head in Percy’s mouth, and began stroking himself to climax. Percy’s eyes widened when the Minister’s cum shot into his mouth. He pulled away in panic and the last of Scrimgeour’s seed splattered on Percy’s cheek.
“Don’t swallow…” he panted.

Scrimgeour tilted the Percy’s face up so he could study it. Under the Minister’s cum, Percy’s cheeks were red and wet with tears, his normally groomed red hair was disheveled, and the soft pink lips glistened with cum and saliva. Scrimgeour gently pulled Percy’s mouth open so he could see the white, thick liquid. Percy had his tongue positioned so it wouldn’t drip down his throat – he was hoping to spit it out – and has a result, it was pooled just behind his teeth.

Percy sobbed breathlessly as Scrimgeour examined him.

“Swallow…” He instructed, releasing Percy’s face.

Percy closed his eyes and swallowed the thick liquid.

“Good boy…” Scrimgeour purred. “Stand up and sit on my desk.”

Percy slowly moved to obey. He sat on the desk in front of Scrimgeour’s chair and waited. Scrimgeour made Percy lean back and pulled his narrow hips forward until Percy’s tailbone rested on the edge of the wooden desk. Scrimgeour stood, his groin rubbing against Percy’s as he did, and took the boy’s hands. He lifted them over Percy’s head and made him grab onto the edge of the desk.

“Keep your hands there… don’t move them.” Scrimgeour said in Percy’s ear before licking a bit of his own cum off the flushed cheek.

“Y-Yes, S… Master.” Percy said softly, his voice rough sounding.

Scrimgeour nodded and sat back down. He pulled his chair closer and spread Percy’s legs. Scrimgeour lazily caressed the pale thighs and up to the redhead’s more private regions. Percy gasped and arched when Scrimgeour grasped him. Scrimgeour chuckled and continued stroking Percy.

Percy squeezed the desk tightly as he felt himself harden under his boss’ manipulations. Small drops of precum were forming on his head when Scrimgeour pulled away. Percy was ashamed of the sound of longing he made when he did so. Scrimgeour smiled at Percy and moved the thin legs to drape over his shoulders. He lifted the boy’s hips higher and ran his tongue over Percy’s puckered entrance.

“Sir!” Percy gasped before yelping as Scrimgeour squeezed his erection painfully.

“Master…” He hissed.

“Master…” Percy whimpered.

Scrimgeour nodded and went back to licking at the virgin hole. Percy gasped softly as the tongue pressed and prodded its way into him. The tiny muscle moved inside him, licking against the walls of his passage. Scrimgeour’s hand began caressing Percy again, its partner moved down to join Scrimgeour’s mouth. Percy winced as the finger entered him, stretching the tiny hole.

The finger moved into him deeper, past the soft tongue, and caressed him. Percy only whimpered, forcing himself to keep his grip on the desk as he looked down at the older man. Scrimgeour smirked as Percy cried out, his hips jerking off the desk violently, as he found the boy’s prostate. Scrimgeour pressed the gland harder, drawing more moans and cries from the boy.

Percy’s moans grew louder and more lustful as Scrimgeour progressed. It was just when Percy was on the brink of release that Scrimgeour pulled away. Percy moaned loudly in protest. His erection was fully aroused and almost purple with need.

“Si – er - Master…” Percy moaned, looking down at Scrimgeour.

“On your knees, Weasley.” He instructed.

Percy slowly brought his arms down and carefully sat up, moaning whenever his cock was jolted. He sat on his heels on the Minister’s desk, knees parted and hands on the flat surface. Scrimgeour smiled at his new toy, eyes focused on the drying cum that was still on the flushed face.

“Stay like that…” Scrimgeour ordered before he reached between Percy’s legs and pressed two of his fingers into him.

“M-Master!” He whimpered, tears pricking his eyes again.

“Touch yourself…” Scrimgeour purred, eyeing Percy hungrily again.

Percy eagerly obeyed, his hand wrapping around his shaft and began stroking it. Scrimgeour began pushing his fingers deeper into the boy…

“Move your hips…” Scrimgeour practically moaned, his free hand on his renewed arousal.

Percy nodded weakly and complied, his hands working faster as he tried to come to his climax.

“Do you want to cum, Weasley…?” Scrimgeour purred.

“Y-yes…”

“Beg me for it.”

Percy moaned.

“Please, Master…”

“Press back onto my fingers, Weasley… Fuck yourself on them.”

Percy presses back on the two digits as the scissor inside him, stretching him further. Scrimgeour moans again and adds a third finger.

“Keep begging…” Scrimgeour ordered. “Beg me to fuck you…”

Percy squeezed his eyes shut as he impaled himself on his boss’ fingers again.

“Please, Master… Fuck me…” He said softly, moaning as his climax neared.

“Louder…” Scrimgeour growled.

“Fuck me…” Percy said louder, stroking himself harder.

“Scream it…” Scrimgeour growled, his fingers pressing against Percy’s prostate.

“Fuck me!” Percy managed to cry before cumming in his hand. Scrimgeour moaned as Percy’s virgin muscles clamped around his fingers and he came, covering Percy’s stomach and chest with his cum.

Scrimgeour pulled his fingers out of Percy and tucked himself away as he looked over the spent and panting assistant.

“I expect you to be here at your usual time.” Scrimgeour said casually, waving his wand to clean himself off. He didn’t bother with Percy.

“Yes, Mas… Sir.” Percy said, slowly getting off the desk. He winced as his bottom protested. He shuddered to think how much it would have hurt if Scrimgeour really had taken him.

He cleaned himself off and pulled on his clothes, his back to Scrimgeour. He yelped as Scrimgeour grabbed him.

“I don’t think I have to warn you of the dangers of telling anyone about this…” He said softly, squeezing Percy’s ass.

“No, Sir… I won’t tell anyone…”

“Good.” He released Percy who quickly pulled on the rest of his clothes.

“Also, I expect you to keep up with your usual duties along with your… new ones.”

Percy nodded. “Of course, sir.”

“You may go.”

Percy nodded, gathering what clothes he didn’t put on and quickly leaving the room with a quick ‘Thank you, Sir.’

Percy left the building, head low and refusing to talk to anyone. He took the muggle bus home to his apartment, not meeting any of the other passengers’ eyes when they looked at the careful way he sat. He walked up the rickety staircase that leads to his flat. He calmly unlocked his room and stepped it.

He set his keys aside and took off his coat. He walked to the bathroom before falling to his knees in front the old toilet and vomiting.

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Hope to be continued…