New Year\'s Present

As usual Harry had made a mess of his potions and had been kept behind to make sure his second brew was correct; therefore he was returning through the dungeons by himself. He had told his friends that he would not be eating with them because one of the elves was going to bring him something, privately.

“Ex extremer muculatorum relaxo!”

Harry went for his wand, but found his fingers could not grip it: “Malfoy, what’s your game?”

“Why Potter, to unwrap my New Year present from you, Levicorpus.”

Harry felt the muscles in his lower legs and forearms go limp, he was about to topple over when Malfoy’s lifting charm caught him: “But I haven’t ever given you a present, why should I give you one now?”

“To show your good will?”

“Sorry to disappoint you. Make me right or I’ll shout for help.”

“Langlock. No shouting Potter, follow me.

Harry could do nothing as now the relaxing spell had reached his knees and elbows. Feet flopping he was towed by Malfoy into one of the disused dining rooms.

Malfoy kept Harry floating: “Retinero Incantatem! – Mufilato – Obseraro!”

Harry felt the creeping relaxation stop and realised that they would be completely private with that last very strong locking spell.

“Now Potter, are you going to yell and scream, no one will hear you, you know. Finite Langlock!”

Harry decided to conserve his energy towards an escape attempt when an opening presented itself: “I still think you are deluded, I have no present for you.”

“That’s just where you’re wrong, Potter,” said Malfoy, extracting Harry’s wand from his pocket: “I shall start unwrapping it presently.”

Malfoy walked over to a nearby table and fiddled about on it. Harry was just not able to see what was happening there.

“Well now, Potter. I’ve been waiting nearly over five years to unwrap this particular present. I’ve been admiring it for some time now.”

Harry grew alarmed as Malfoy removed Harry’s school gown; suddenly realising exactly what the present was going to be: “Stop it you perverted little Slytherin.” He had no means of retaliation as none of his four limbs would work

“Now, now Potter; don’t fuss yourself. There’s little you can do about it, so just accept the inevitable.” Malfoy had removed Harry’s shoes and socks.

“Just you wait until I’m free, you depraved malcontent.”

“Don’t shout so loud, or I’ll muffle you again.” Malfoy had untucked Harry’s shirt and removed it and his pullover in one go.

As Harry drew in breath for another retort Malfoy tickled his armpits. All Harry could do was giggle until he was out of breath.

“That’s better; I prefer my presents to be harmonious.” Malfoy had opened Harry’s zip and was drawing down his trousers.

When Harry regained his breath, Malfoy was stroking the insides of his thighs. Harry resolved to put all his thought into controlling the libidinous thoughts the caressing was inducting. Those fingers were so persuasive, Harry's mind nearly burst in trying to counteract his rising libido. With an: “Oh-h-h-h-h-h!” he failed to do so and a tent rapidly appeared in his boxers.

“I see you’re anticipating; how generous!” With that Malfoy pulled the boxers down and Harry’s hard-on slapped his stomach.

Malfoy manoeuvred Harry over to the table and Harry found out what the fiddling had been about.

“Finite ex extremer muculatorum relaxo!”

Harry felt the strength return to his limbs, but it was too late; he was securely tied akimbo to the tabletop. Malfoy produced some fine cord, making Harry a cock-ring out of it.

“Aargh … undo it … You bloody depraved git.”

“No way, not until you ask properly.” The cord tightened a bit more.

“I’ll not deign to ask you.”

“So be it … Out of your mouth you have spoken your sentence … Ligaro Permanens.”

Harry felt the cord coalesce gripping his stem. The Slytherin drew up a chair and watched. The returning blood was stopped off, so Harry’s heart pumped more into his slowly distending member.

“Your penis is starting to glow a nice shade of crimson, Potter, and quite shiny too; your testes are expanding as well. I wonder what they’ll be like in a couple of hours? I’ll see you after dinner. Pity you told the Mudblood and the Weasel that you didn’t feel hungry.” With that Malfoy plucked some of Harry’s hair, produced a vial of Polyjuice, amalgamated the items and swallowed the potion. Harry watched appalled, as Malfoy turned into himself and exited, carefully replacing the silence and locking spells.

Harry struggled trying to reach the knots binding his hands; all that happened was that the cord bit further as his struggles pumped more blood round his body.

It was as Malfoy that he returned. Harry’s erogenous bits were dark purple and shiny.

“Well now, Potter. We have all evening. That Polyjuice will keep your would be rescuers at bay for some time.” Malfoy opened his school bag and took out a quill. Sitting down in front of Harry he started to use the feather-end on Harry’s glans. Harry struggled so Malfoy tightened a rope round Harry’s waist almost stopping him breathing.

“Are you going to ask nicely?”

“Get stuffed, Malfoy.”

“Nice of you to ask; that could be arranged for later on, but it will be me doing the stuffing.”

Harry could no longer avoid the feather end. He was unable to brace his cock out of the way as it was already fully engorged. Malfoy was expert at irritating the edges and the veins. Harry could feel his jism building and tried hard not to let it emerge. Soon every part of his brain was centred on his prick and more of his stem became sensitised to the feather’s caress.

Malfoy watched carefully. Harry’s balls began to move ready for firing. Malfoy produced a water pistol containing iced water and squirted it. It was agony, but the spunk did not erupt. Harry remained hard.

“I see you like the feather, Potter. We’ll try that again shall we?”

“Get off me you mincing nancy-boy!”

“Tut, tut, Potter. It’s not nice to call people those kinds of names.”

Malfoy found a riding crop: “One hit for each syllable, hmm?” Malfoy gave Harry’s cock a hard swipe.

“Uh-h-h-h-h!”

SWIPE – Harry’s cock bounced

“Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h!”

SWIPE – Harry’s cock felt bruised, but was still hard.

“Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!”

SWIPE – The friction restarted the jism process.

“Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh!”

SWIPE – Harry spasmed and his glans lips parted. The spunk didn’t spurt like it usually did. It just dribbled out slowly due to the cord’s constriction. In the same way the heightened feeling was continuous and Harry juddered in sublimation.

Malfoy watched the whole process gloatingly. Harry’s body felt flushed and he knew he was sweating profusely.

Malfoy took up the feather again. The feeling inside Harry was doubly erotic and as Malfoy stroked, so more cum leaked out of Harry’s glans-lips. He’d never seen his cock that big or such a dark hue. His slit was extended and open, with the creamy stream lazily emergimg from it. Still applying the feather Malfoy found Harry’s wand, using it initially to beat the fleshy prong, with Harry mewling in a new form of exotic pain.

Malfoy stopped, watched the trickle of jism and then put the wand’s point into Harry’s slit.

“No! Malfoy, no! Stop it; you rat-faced, arse-licking, mother-fucker!”

“That’s nine points of pain, Potter. Doubled because you alluded to my Mater. Right … In she goes.”

Malfoy pushed the wand and Harry felt it slide down his highly sensitive urethra until it touched the curve in his peritoneum. Malfoy continued pushing, forcing Harry’s cock downwards. He then cast a shortening charm and watched as the wand’s handle starting to disappear inside Harry’s shining dome.

“Forverat libidinosus major.” Said Malfoy just as the handle was almost gone.

Harry felt the caressing spell take shape inside his cock. It was like a dozen feathers inside all acting at once. Malfoy sat back watching the steady ooze of cum running down and pooling between Harry’s legs.

“How long can you stand it, Potter? You’ll have to ask at sometime.”

Harry was too busy gasping to answer.

Malfoy untied Harry’s waist restriction and watched as the Gryffindor gyrated in pure lust.

“I think your buttocks look nice when they flex like that”

Malfoy sat back and enjoyed the sight of Harry’s rippling muscles and then reapplied the feather.

It was too much and Harry’s gyrating spunk factory restarted its dribbling manufacture.

“Huh … Huh … All … Right … Mal … Foy … Huh … Huh … Huh … Please … Huh … Untie … Huh … Huh … Huh … Me.”

“Do you apologise for calling me names?”

“Huh … Huh … Yes … Huh … Huh … I … Huh … Ap … ol … og … ize … Huh … Huh … Huh … Please?”

“I shall untie your feet first. Now, no kicking. Understand?”

Harry nodded his understanding. Malfoy untied his feet. Harry’s reflexes jerked and Malfoy thought it was an attempted kick.

“Not able to keep your word, Potter?” Malfoy found the riding crop and began using it on any piece of flesh he chose.

Harry rolled around trying to dodge, but his gyrations made it difficult. Tears began to leak from his eyes. Malfoy found some more rope and tied it round a high beam. One end he tied to Harry’s wrists. In a sharp movement Malfoy severed the bonds holding Harry to the table and hauled the weakened Gryffindor’s arms above his head. Harry swung out and eventually came to rest with his feet flat on the ground, giving him freedom of movement inside a smallish circle.

Malfoy used the crop to pat and slap indiscriminately.

Harry was made to apologise profusely before Malfoy would even countenance some forgiveness.

“You must make a binding wizard’s oath, Potter. Will you?”

Harry was in no state to disagree.

“You must swear to allow me access to your genitals at any time I please, without any form of complaint.

Naturally Harry refused so Malfoy walked out of the room.

Harry was there – still creaming – for ages. Malfoy reappeared with Zabini in tow. Harry was now prepared to agree to anything.

“Will you agree?”

“Huh … Huh … Yes!”

“So say the oath?” Draco cast a stilling spell.

“I, Harry James Potter, swear a wizard’s oath that I will let Draco Malfoy have access to my genitals at any time he pleases, without me making any form of complaint.”

Zabini cast the spell to seal the deal. Then he sent a cutting spell to release Harry. Harry went to pick up his clothes.

“Potter, come here, I wish to touch your cock.”

“What?”

“You heard.”

Harry came to where Malfoy was sitting and Malfoy took hold of Harry’s prick, squeezing it down until the tip of his wand showed. Malfoy drew it out and resized it. Next he took his own wand and removed the cord cock ring. Lastly he found the feather and had Harry lie down – he was in no state to stand up – the feather was efficacious in bringing Harry to the boil again, this time he squirted properly.

Meanwhile Zabini had folded Harry’s clothes. Harry scrambled into them and made for the door.

“Potter! I want you cock in my hand, Now. Unzip and show me how obedient you are. Harry wanted to run away, but his feet turned him and he retraced his steps to stand in front of Malfoy again. Blushing profusely he unzipped and parted his flies so that Malfoy’s hand could caress yet again.

Nothing happened beyond Harry going hard again: “Good Boy, obey your Master.”

“You’re not my Master.”

“Oh, but I am. You have to expose yourself and let me feel you any time I want. So, if you do not obey me I’ll have you show yourself all over the school – see?”

“Oh, but …”

“Oh, but, nothing. Turn round I want to see your balls from behind … To open your legs properly you’ll need to remove your trousers and boxers … That’s it … now bend down.” Malfoy put his hands between Harry’s legs and wanked him to fruition, all the time rubbing Harry’s pucker.

Harry was allowed to escape. He was far too embarrassed to tell anyone; the real problem was – that he had enjoyed most of it.

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The next Potions class, Malfoy had arranged to be partnered by Harry. Harry quailed at the thought but dare not object to Snape.

“Hello, Potter, unzip carefully, I want a play.”

Harry arranged his gown so that no one would see and Malfoy stroked him to complete hardness and then told Harry to put it away. Harry tried to rub himself to get rid of his erection, but Snape was hovering so he stayed unreleased until the end of the lesson.

Afterwards Malfoy caught up with Harry just as he went into one of the lavatory stalls: “Show me, but don’t touch it, Potter. Trousers and boxers round you ankles. As Harry bent down to lower his clothes, Malfoy managed a stroke of his rosebud.

“Hey, Malfoy that’s not part of my genitalia, stop it.”

“I think it is. Never mind! Instead you can come to the Slytherin Common Room, and exhibit to all the students, including the girls.”

“What? No, please no?”

“Okay, but only if I can feel your bottom now and in the future.”

Miserably Harry bent down again and Malfoy ran his fingers over Harry’s rosebud tickling it whilst tossing him off with the other hand.

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In Transfiguration, McGonagall paired opposites off and Malfoy got Harry again. They had to turn walking sticks into snakes. Nothing untoward happened during the lesson. Harry managed to create one, but Malfoy failed.

“Mr Potter, you have a free period next, I suggest you take your partner and show him how to do it.”

“Yes Professor,” Harry looked downright miserable. McGonagall just thought it was because it was Malfoy as his partner and shrugged.

“Here’s a good room, Potter. I’ll lock it so we can be undisturbed. And whilst I’m doing that you can strip off because I want to see you cock in its natural setting.”

Malfoy set the wards and turned to see Harry starkers.

“Transfigero penis intra serpens!”

A horrified Harry felt his cock starting to wriggle and lengthen: “You can do it, why didn’t you show McGonagall?”

“I could show her now, couldn’t I? Are you coming with me?”

“Okay, so you want to stroke my arse again. Is that it?” Harry twined the snake round his leg and bent down; opening his legs at Malfoy’s behest. This time the Slytherin had his oiled fingers inside and stroked Harry’s love gland. The salacious feeling counteracted the snake charm, but Harry remained hard, gasping and coming without Malfoy touching his cock.

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Divination was a trial. In the semi dark, Malfoy’s hands were playing with his new toy and Harry had a hard time not panting aloud.

Harry escaped into the library and managed most of his homework before a Slytherin finger beckoned him. Malfoy had a restricted pass, and took Harry into one of its dark recesses.

“Lower garments off, bend over the desk legs splayed.”

“Won’t Madam Pince hear us?”

“Only if you shout, or I call her over because you are not doing as you are told.”

Harry could do little but submit; he was rather looking forward to the tingling sensation, but dare not admit it to Malfoy. He felt the fingers and once he was becoming euphoric Malfoy swapped his fingers for something else. The pliable dildo worked Harry up into another super sexual sublimation.

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Harry was out on the Quidditch pitch practicing with a snitch. Malfoy hove too.

“Go over there and strip, I want to see you flying naked.”

“You get kinkier every time, Malfoy.”

“It’s you who’s putting on the display, Potter. For being cheeky shove this up your arse as well.”

Harry took the dildo and did as he was told, thanking Merlin that it was now almost dark. Malfoy rode alongside and behind him using the hunting crop on Harry’s bare backside and using his gloved hand to fondle between Harry’s thighs. Shamefacedly Harry had an orgasm aloft. He stayed hard, suddenly realising that he had an exhibitionist side. Malfoy abandoned his broomstick and rode tandem behind Harry. Harry felt something hard riding between his butt cheeks. Malfoy’s gloved hand continued the masturbation until both of them came together. Harry was now sticky front and rear.

They landed and went to the showers; no one was around by that time. Harry was already stripped and Malfoy followed suit. Malfoy had a thicker and longer prick than Harry and it was hard and shining in regained eagerness. Under the shower Harry bent down to pick up the soap and Malfoy pounced, removing the butt-plug and inserting his cock. Malfoy pushed hard and, because the jiggling dildo had already widened Harry, Malfoy went straight in up to the hilt. The sensation of having a live piece of flesh inside him was new and extremely erotic. As Malfoy pumped he stroked Harry’s cock. It was a good thing no-one was around as they both screamed their summation.

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The following evening Harry found Malfoy lounging by himself near the lake. Harry sneaked up on Malfoy’s blind side: “Ex extremer muculatorum relaxo! Levicorpus. Um … Draco … Are you going to make a fuss when I unwrap my slightly belated New Year’s present from you?”

“No way! I’ve wanted you since the beginning, Harry darling.”

“Um … Draco … Please fuck me again … I think I’m in love with you.”

“Only after you’ve fucked me first … I know I’m in love with you.”

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