Dungeon Dwarves

### THE MANOR ###

By the time Draco had reached the age where he was old enough to go to Hogwarts he had become used to his harsh punishments for minor infractions of Lucius’s stringent rules. To begin with he was told off and asked to be better behaved. To be fair to the young blond he did try, but the punishments kept on recurring; increasing in severity as he became older.

As with most pure-blood families, a tutor was employed to teach the Malfoy scion until he was of age to attend the Magical Academy. The adage ‘We learn best from our mistakes’ was totally unknown at the Manor. Each tutor was encouraged to thrash any mistakes out of his young charge. When the young Draco came blubbing to his father looking for sympathy he got short shrift; quite often getting a second spanking from the heartless parent.

To begin with, the thrashings were with a paddle on Draco’s clothed backside. After a year or so, when that did not seem to improve matters; his clothing was removed and the instrument applied to his bare arse. After another year and a half the instrument was now a supple cane which left stinging welts and made sitting at his desk decidedly uncomfortable. The next stage was that, instead of being bent over the punishment chair, he was taken beneath the Manor into one of the cellars. His ankles were affixed to the floor and his arms above his head. His buttock muscles, instead of being naturally tightened by bending over, now had to be consciously stiffened when the impending blow was about to land. This meant that his genitals were on view and began jerking around as well.

In his tenth year various hormonal processes were commencing, with the result that his penis became erect during the punishment. As one of the Carrows was his tutor at this time, it was not reported to his father. Instead the tutor applied a small swat to the protruding appurtenance. The swatting was gentle to begin with; ensuring the blond’s prick was fully engorged. With a resounding swish the swat came down hard, Draco screamed and his cock bounced a few times, loosing most of its rigidity. Beaten buttocks remedied the situation and the whole process repeated itself.

Once in school Draco was entrusted to his godfather’s keeping. Draco soon found out that ‘Godfather’ was not a gentle caring word in Severus’s vocabulary; instead ‘Godfather’ was more akin to the Mafia meaning of the word. There was a respite; however, it was cane on bare buttocks, leaning over his housemaster’s desk.

### PRIVET DRIVE ###

Harry’s life in the cupboard under the stairs was punctuated by doing chores for his auntie. It was underlined by Uncle Vernon’s behaviour whenever Harry’s wild magic invoked itself. ‘Beating the magic out of you’ became Vernon’s answer to any unexplained happening in the Dursley household. As Harry matured towards wizardhood these incidents became more numerous and the beatings more harsh.

As with Draco it was less harsh to begin with. Slipper on clothed behind at the start, progressing to bare flesh, bent over an avuncular knee. The next stage was Harry’s belt, withdrawn from him whilst standing and resulting in the overlarge jeans cascading to the ground without the recourse to unzipping. As his underclothes were also Dudley’s cast-offs, they would reveal Harry’s cock to Vernon’s gaze before he bent over his uncle’s knee. Something happened inside Vernon’s mind when that happened. He remembered beatings at his public school and the atrocities that the older boys inflicted on their young fags. The result was that Vernon’s stiffy had to be relieved in the privacy of the bathroom after the punishment was complete.

Soon the thought of punishing Harry would enliven Vernon’s libido. So, to increase his nephew’s degradation, he forced ‘Squinty Green Eyes’ to strip completely before the application of the chastisement began. The wriggling bare body on his knees had to be steadied so that the blows could be aimed accurately. Vernon hooked his left arm over the slim body feeling for grip. He found a very adequate soft handle beneath Harry’s bottom, using it to steady and keep his nephew’s buttocks still. After six or eight months of this treatment the budding mage’s meat began to expand inside his persecutor’s fingers. As his bottom flexed in time with the blows, so Harry’s cock would pump inside Vernon’s digits.

By his tenth year when Harry stripped he would automatically harden in anticipation of the beating to come – and, of course, looking forward to the surreptitious wank. Vernon remembered some of the nasty things that were perpetuated at his, soon to be Dudley’s, public school. He grabbed the young man’s rampancy and twisted hard, causing Harry to yell out in pain. It took time for Harry to subside, only to have to undergo the beating and the fumbling of his now sore prick. No matter how often Harry told himself about the pain to come, his little rod would still erect itself as soon as punishment was mentioned.

Albus Dumbledore was Harry’s special mentor, as we all know. What is less known, however was his role as a disciplinarian:

“Harry, what am I to do with you? This is the third time this week that you are before me for misbehaving. I shall have to be less forgiving. Take your trousers and underpants down and bend over my desk.”

Albus noted in passing that Harry had a hard-on as he prepared to take his punishment. It was the first time Harry had been caned and it stung. There was no recompense in any adult fumbling fingers either; so he was hard and needy after the thrashing. He ran to the nearest toilet and sobbingly pulled his plonker to an unsatisfactory dry ejaculation.

### HOGWARTS ###

Draco and Harry had been fighting yet again. In their fifth year Severus and Albus had grown weary of beating them and realised some other treatment should be applied. Severus had overheard Filtch menacingly boasting to some timorous first years about the brutalities that had gone on in his dungeon before the present headmaster’s tenure of office.

“How about we let Argus have them, next time they cause a fracas?” an exasperated Severus suggested to Albus.

“It has some merits, Sev,” Albus replied: “Not Argus himself, but the dungeon dwarves would be best fitted for that role. Argus would go too far and cause permanent damage, I want those two still able to carry out their predestined roles; otherwise we’ll never be rid of Voldemort. I take it that you’ve realised Harry responds sexually to beating, have you?”

“If he’s the same as Draco, yes. I have to use a Scourgify every time I chastise him now. He’s quite a prodigious producer.”

“And the measure of his magical properties?”

“By that you mean length and girth? Eight and a half by four and a half, there’s a lot of magic in our blond.”

“Harry matches that, as the seer’s prediction said ‘They’ll be equal in everything but colouration.’”

“Yes well – Next time they misbehave?”

“Yes!”

### DUNGEON ###

“Mr Malfoy and Mr Potter, you have been brought down here because the corporal punishments you have received do not seem to have altered your antagonism towards one another.” The headmaster’s voice echoed hollowly round the dismal stone vaults: “You have left me no further option but to increase your chastisement in the hope that you will see the error of your ways …”

“… HE STARTED IT …!” Each one pointed at the other one.

“… I no longer care whose words or actions started this present fracas. Expelliarmus! Your wands are confiscate until the punishment is complete. I hope you will learn from this episode and be able to coexist peaceably afterwards. I do not expect friendship, but at least a cessation of hostilities, so that the task of beating Voldemort can continue with out your rancorous arguments. Signo Cavernum!”

The two combatants watched the door seal itself and take on the patina of the surrounding walls. All the torches went out leaving slight phosphorescence coming from some of the stones. It was now almost impossible to see the flagstone floor.

“Bloody Four Eyes; now look at the mess you’ve got us into.” Draco turned and shoved Harry.

Harry thumped Draco’s chest: “It was you insulting Hermione yet again that started it.” Harry followed up that punch with another one.

Draco grabbed Harry’s fist and twisted it; bringing his knee up towards Harry’s delicate bits. He missed because Harry sidestepped and caught the leg; pulling on it to upend Draco onto the stone floor. Harry went down intending to pin the annoying Slyth to the ground. Draco managed to slide sideways and a ground-based tussle started as they tried to outmanoeuvre each other. They struggled for quarter of an hour; neither gaining the advantage, their only gains were bruises and scrapes from the unforgiving stone floor.

Some form of ‘Incarcerous’ hit them: “Detainees will not fight in this domain,” a harsh gravelly voice told them: “You will strip ready for chastisement.”

“No we bloody well won’t,” growled Draco loudly.

“You’ll have to force us to,” yelled Harry.

“By your own voices you have condemned yourselves,” menaced the voice.

As their ‘Incarcerous’ was released many unseen hands grabbed them and forced them apart. Held on the floor splayed out, Draco felt his trousers being undone.

“Get off me you miniature elves; I’ll have you banging your heads on the wall for such impertinence.”

He felt a bony hand grab his cock and balls: “Dwarves is not elves, Detainee Malfoy, we exist to punish wrongdoers and you is one. Now – Is you going to undress or do I squeeze your bits off?”

Draco gulped as the fingers gripped his accoutrements and twisted. The pain was almost as much as one of Voldemort’s ‘Crucios’, but concentrated in one small delicate area of his body. Tears started to form in his eyes.

“All right! All right! I’ll take my clothes off, just stop the pain.”

“Detainee has to ask politely!”

“Ee-yy-oo-ww! Please Sir, please stop twisting – uh-h-h-h – I agree to take my clothes off – Please?”

“What’s wrong Malfoy? Can’t stand a little pain! Giving in so easily.” Harry rose to stand over the Slyth.

“Detainee Potter, will not berate another detainee.” Harry’s flies were undone and another set of bony fingers invaded his privacy; gripping and pulling.”

Harry gritted his teeth and struggled. ‘Thwack!’ Something very unforgiving hit his posterior hard, causing him to gasp.

“Detainee Potter will undress now?”

“Uh-h-h-h! Yes-ss-ss S-sir.”

“Very good! Detainee Malfoy will be first and will undress Detainee Potter.”

“What?” Harry sounded shocked and then gasped as his balls were pulled yet again.

Draco gave a dirty chuckle, rose and moved towards the Gryff’s dim silhouette; gently massaging his own aching balls.

“Detainee Malfoy will not touch his own pubic area without permission.” ‘Thwack!’ This time Draco’s bottom stung from the heavy-handed blow.

“Yes-s-s Sir!”

Draco held his hands in front of him until he encountered Harry’s body. He stepped a little closer and allowed his hands to seek out the Gryff’s cloak-clasp. Once the cloak was off, the blond fumbled around green-eye’s waist trying to find the edge of his pullover. It was a long pullover and Slytherin fingers found out that Gryffindor pubes were still in the grip of a bony hand.

Draco chuckled at Harry’s predicament only to be reminded about his gloating as a hand squeezed his gonads again: “Detainee Malfoy will not gloat over a fellow detainee’s situation.”

Draco concentrated on removing Harry’s upper garments first.

Once this was done Harry whispered: “They’ve let go of my cock, they’re hold of my hands instead.”

“Okay, brace yourself, shoes and socks first, Okay?”

“Okay! Left foot first then I can keep my balance.”

“Right!” As Draco knelt down the grip on his privates altered, and two fingers started stroking his stem. The feeling was nearly enjoyable.

“Detainees that co-operate receive rewards,” cooed the voice in his ear: “Once his garments are removed; Detainee Malfoy may pleasure Detainee Potter in the same way.”

“What does he mean, Malfoy?”

“I’m to masturbate you gently, just like he’s playing with mine.”

“Oh!” Harry sounded shocked; then he added resignedly: “Better that the squeezing and twisting I suppose.” Then he stepped out of his pooled trousers and underpants.

Draco felt around Harry’s unmentionables, massaging his balls and tentatively caressing the Gryff’s throbbing robin. Feeling his adversary’s cock gave the blond an uncomfortable feeling inside. Part of him gloated that he had his rival in his power; part of him enjoyed the feeling of giving another man sexual pleasure; and part of him wondered about the ethics. Nevertheless, he adapted his fingering until the Gryff was huffing in approaching fulfilment.

“Enough! Stop the manipulation. Detainee Potter will undress Detainee Malfoy.”

“Oh no! And I was just about to cum, too.” Harry put two shaking hands on Draco’s chest, unclasping the gown pin and following the same procedure that the blond had followed, until Draco stepped out of his clothes: “Do you want me to wank Detainee Malfoy, Sir?”

“Do you want to?”

“Um … Um … It seems only fair … Yes.”

Harry gasped as his prick was slapped: “You use ‘Sir’ whenever you address us; do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir – Ooh that hurt.”

“You will learn; however, I did not ask if it was fair; I asked if you wanted to.”

“Oh! Well … Um … Yes … I do … Please, Sir.”

“Detainee Malfoy may return the compliment.”

“Yes, Sir!”

A couple of minutes elapsed whilst the detainees found a jointly satisfying rhythm. Although Harry had been almost on the boil, he had had his member slapped hard. Therefore they were ready for ejaculation within seconds of each other. Harry coated his own hand on Draco’s cock first; the added slipperiness caused the Slyths fulfilment to advance. In response to their natural urges the pumping started to slow down.

“The detainees will continue their manipulation at the same speed, there is to be no slackening of speed or grip.”

“UH-H-H-H-H!” They both gasped as their tender glanses were touched. Harry's head flopped on to Draco’s right shoulder at much the same time as Draco’s did on Harry’s. In that semi-supported position they continued as they had been bid. It was a delightful agony. Supra-sensitive mushrooms sent salacious shocks throughout their bodies. Their muscles twitched and spasmed; left hand on each other’s hips they used their right hands to pump. Panting in superlative stimulation they attempted to keep the rhythm, but it slowly faltered. That was when bony fingers gripped wilting wrists and upped the speed and length of stroke to its former fervour. The thumb of the dwarf’s hand found a particular wrist nerve and pressed on it. Harry’s hand clamped harder on Draco’s dong and the recipient gasped and bucked harder. Within seconds Harry found his hard-on squeezed and juddered in extra excitement. Four or five pumps later Draco’s balls rose into firing position, lubricating Harry and receiving an equivalent oiling in return.

There was no let up, the pumping continued, the excruciating excitement continued, their cocks became sore and were ‘Episkeyed’, their sperm stocks were replenished with tasty potions until they passed out.

Draco was the first to come out of his coma, it was totally dark. Being a sly Slytherin he kept quiet and his eyes almost closed. He took stock of his surroundings. He was in a not too uncomfortable bed. Green-eyes was gently snoring next door to him. They were not covered over but he felt no chill. He had a collar on and a chain seemed to lead each side of it, so he supposed that one end was anchored to the bed-frame and the other to Potter’s collar. Some form of soft anklet seemed to be holding his ankles two feet apart and, judging by the nearness of his rival’s naked frame the inner anklet was a double one with the brunet’s inner ankle inside. Draco, being left handed, had his weaker wrist in a soft manacle, attached to the side of the bed. His left hand was attached also and was gripping something warm inside his fingers. It took a few seconds to realise that it was Harry’s prick and that, judging by his own situation, his manacle was tied to the Gryff’s balls.

Draco’s cock pulsed in anticipation, expanding slightly inside a Gryffindor fist. Harry grunted: “Mmwhatt?” He blinked his eyes and shook his head: “I thought it had been a bad dream. Merlin! Now I see it’s a reality. Good morning Malfoy.” Draco felt a tug on his todger.”

“Good morning, Potter. I reckon they’ve given us the sexual equivalent of a pepper-up potion, I’m hard and I can feel that you are too.”

“Um … Yes … Now what happens?”

“I’ll give you one guess, Potter.” Draco put all his spitefulness into the reply.

“Still not taught, Detainee Malfoy, Oh well – On with the punishment.”

The torches flickered into life. This was not the same cavern. Both detainees looked towards their nether regions and found that the manacles containing the gripping fists were attached to metal rods which in turn were clipped into a pivoted horizontal beam. This, in turn, was connected to a machine not unlike one in the Headmaster’s study. For the first time they saw their tormentors. Slightly smaller than the elves, but with six arms and hands and a dark blue skin. Unlike the elves, they wore no clothing, displaying their drooping, bald dongs for the two mages to ogle.

Gravel-voice pushed a lever on the machine. It hissed and puffed steam and the beam began to move slowly; pushing down Draco’s hand on Harry’s hard-on, and lifting the Gryffindor fist containing the Slytherin shaft. A few seconds later the roles were reversed. On each down stroke their forearms clashed.

“Hmm … Harry?”

Harry jumped: “What’s this about using my first name, Draco?”

“You just did.”

“Okay … So … What were you going to say?”

“Your arm is beneath mine, so if we shuffle together and I rest my shoulder on yours, we’ll be more comfortable.”

“Okay, Draco, I can see the sense in that.” Harry moved towards his arch-rival.

Draco bristled at Harry’s reply, but wisely forbore replying. A little shuffle and they found a reasonable position.

“Merlin! I’m nearly there!”

“Ooh-h-h-h! So was I. That’s better I’m lubricated now.”

“Yes-s-s, I agree.”

“Detainees agreeing? Good! Stepping up the speed as a reward.”

There was no let up. They were supra-supra sensitive down there. They were given the sweet tasting potion to drink. They had no option because their mouths were open, panting from their exertions and their bodies spasming in pulchritude. A healing/lubricating potion was poured down inside the gripping fists; adding to the slipperiness of repeated ejaculations. They would pass out; only to reawaken as their load spewed out and then relapse into a coma.

How long they had been there they did not know, but they awoke fully dressed and sitting next door to each other in a curtained alcove off one of the main corridors.

“I think this means we have taken our punishment Draco.”

“Shush, don’t call me that so loudly, Harry. We cannot be seen to be friends outside; otherwise that beast will kill my parents. However we can agree not to be so aggravating towards each other, can’t we?”

“Can I help in any way? I’d like to be friends.”

“Not at the moment, but let me think about it. I’d like to be friends too. That cock of yours is stupendous. I’ll let you know if and when it’s possible, Okay?”

“Okay … I s’pose. Yours is very nice too.”

They left together, Harry under his cloak. Somehow only a few minutes had elapsed since being summoned by the headmaster. Harry supposed a time-turner had been involved somehow. It could have been a dream, but his sensitive semi-bulge said something different. They found heir wands waiting for them under their pillows.

###AFTERMATH ###

Mealtimes were the most difficult, because their usual places at table faced each other and they could not change without questions being asked. One glance at Draco would have Harry’s bulge increasing. A Malfoy secret Potter-ogle had Draco squirming uncomfortably until his erection was less cramped. A number of times in a passageway they would pass and about to say something, when one of their friends or hangers-on would appear, so their smiles turned into scowls; so they growled and moved on.

A couple of weeks later Draco spotted Harry going into one of the less frequented loos. He looked round, found that he was unobserved and rushed in. There was just one cubicle which, Draco knew, had a faulty lock. He cast a full lock on the outside door and gently pushed the faulty one open.

“Harry?” he breathed lightly.

“What took you so long? I nearly came whilst waiting; look!”

“Just a minute until I unzip … There … That’s better … Mmm … nice one, just as I remember it.” Draco gave the Gryff organ a tentative caress before getting down to business. Harry’s hand fondled the blond’s dick equally efficaciously.

“Uh – huh – uh – huh – ooh-h-h-h! Merlin I needed that. Draco you’ve got great fingers.”

“Ee – ow – ee – ow – ah-h-h-h! So have you Harry. That’s much better.”

“What do you mean?”

“Hmm … Well … I’ve not been able to cum, ever since that time in the cave.”

“No … Neither have I. Do you think they’ve enchanted us?”

“Quite possibly. Either that or Dumbles or my uncle Sev has done something.”

“Dumbles can be quite sneaky when he wants to and I know Snidely is. So … What happens next?”

“Let’s see if the enchantment has worn off. I’m a bag of nerves if I cannot have a regular orgasm. If not we’ll have to set up a regular meeting in order to keep us sane.”

“Okay … see you here at this time the day after tomorrow. I think I can last until then, though I will have a few exploratory wanks in bed.”

“Stop it Harry … Look … I’m hard again just thinking of you masturbating on your mattress.”

“Well … So am I!” Harry looked at his watch: “There’s plenty of time for another one, that is, if you want to?”

“Shut up and grab mine quickly … Oh … Mmm … Mmm …”


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