Rutting

### THOUGHT ONE ###

In Britain there is an interesting wildlife TV programme in the autumn. Part of which shows the rut. This is when the stags challenge the alpha male in a bid to get at his females. It can be quite exciting; sometimes the deer lord keeps his harem for another year and sometimes he is defeated and another stag takes over. Mostly it is a test of strength but occasionally a small male, one who is not thought to be a viable contender, wins the day.

So it is in human society. However we disguise the fact cleverly. Clothes, sporting activities, prowess at dancing or singing etc; all these are ways in which teenagers choose the leader of their group. Occasionally public fighting breaks out and the authorities become involved. Quite often these battles take place semi-secretly so that only the insiders know what happened.

### THOUGHT TWO ###

Have you noticed what happens in school when the teacher fails to materialise for his or her lesson?

The usual pre-class buzz slowly becomes louder, and then someone throws some paper at someone else. Slowly the behaviour of the students becomes more unruly until two people start to tussle. A ring forms in which the two contenders roll around on the floor trying to best each other. Just when things get very exciting and a conclusion is looming, the bell rings, or the prefects arrive, or someone in authority comes to spoil the fun. As in Muggle classes so in Magical ones, also.

### PREAMBLE ###

Harry supposed that it started on his second summer holiday at his uncle’s house. As we know Dudley used to bully him, but the bullying changed subtly that year. Aunt Petunia and her husband went shopping every Saturday. During the summer weekdays she had started going to a ladies whist drive on Tuesdays and on a Thursday to a crochet class, too. Dudley made scathing remarks about them being places where the latest scandal was tutted over – not, of course, to her face.

The two boys were now considered old enough not to need a baby sitter and were told to behave themselves as she went out; which they did, until Materfamilias was out of sight.

Dudley chased Harry who fled to his bedroom; ineffectually blocking the door. Dudley pounced and, instead of the beating Harry expected, Dudley sat on his knees and imprisoned Harry’s hands beneath them. Dudley being such a weight, Harry was unable to remove them.

“Let’s see if the freak is freakish down there.”

Harry struggled: “Get off you obese bastard!”

“Tut tut, such naughty words – punishment looms.”

Dudley leaned forward undid Harry’s belt and pulled it out of its loops. Harry closed his eyes expecting to be lashed with it and cringed. However that did not happen. Next came the top button and then the zip. Before Harry realised what was happening Dudley had Harry’s shrunken private parts on view and in his hands.

“Somebody said that wizards had big whizzers, I don’t believe them, look at these,” Dudley said disdainfully. He began to tug at Harry’s todger and jiggle his balls.

That was when Harry’s hormones overcame his fright. What had been trying to hide in the curls decided that it would prove Dudley wrong. Harry’s rooter began to swell and lengthen. Whether it was Harry’s inherent magic or whether it was because Dudley was the first person to tickle it; Harry was sure that his boner was inches longer that when he had last played with it the night before.

“Bloody hell!” Dudley let go: “That’s something to be proud of in the showers.”

Harry noticed a growing bulge in his cousin’s jeans; at the same time his magic acted by itself, pushing a stunned Dudley to one side. Harry pounced, knowing he could not subdue the bigger man; he whipped his hand in and grabbed the bulge, squeezing hard. Dudley went on the defensive and somehow during the resultant tussle his pink prick was released from its restraints. Instead of using this as a lever to stop Dudley, Harry began to stroke it; Dudley huffed … Thought [or at least appeared to think] … And began to return the compliment.

Once they had paid creamy forfeits – the first time for Dudley at someone else’s hands – it took the fight out of both of them. They lay on Harry’s bed recovering and chatting.

“Did you know that Dad watches naughty vids on our computer?”

“No …! How do you know?”

“He forgot to switch it off properly one night and when I opened it up in the morning the site came on line.”

“What kind of naughty vids?”

“Come and see. I managed to crib his password too.”

As the computer was in Harry’s room, the two youngsters forgot about their semi-nakedness and sat in front of the keyboard. A few minutes, lots of keyboard clicks and the web site came up.

“This for over-eighteens!” Harry looked aghast.

“Well Dad’s over eighteen isn’t he?” Dudley gave a naughty giggle, clicked the ‘over 18’ box and typed in the password.

It was a wrestling site. Dudley chose an icon, clicked on it, and the match started. Harry reckoned that he protagonists were in their early twenties, he also noted their obvious bulges beneath the Lycra. The first couple of rounds were quite exciting but not revealing. Dudley counselled an impatient Harry that better things were to come. In the third round the blond’s briefs were removed and when it was on view the two teenagers ogled the semi-hard appurtenance. Fourth round had the other’s Speedos on the floor and both participants trying for ball grabs. Final round had the blond bent double and being fucked. This worked up the two observers and they used each other’s digits to work their dongs to a second fruition.

After watching another fight, with much the same results Harry noticed a section which showed wrestling holds: “Let’s see what that does!”

Some of the pictures were normal holds, some had ball-grabs illustrated and in some the demonstrators were naked.

The two of them came to an agreement that they would try out some of the holds. To be more comfortable they used Harry’s bed and stripped off. Certain holds favoured bulky combatants, and some the more agile ones. Net result was that occasionally Harry managed to incapacitate Dudley.

There was a mad scramble when they heard Aunt Petunia’s door-key in the lock. Luckily Dudley had had a game minimised and whilst he sorted that, Harry sorted the bedclothes. The last zips were drawn up as the lady of the house mounted the stairs.

She found two dedicated gamesters with controls in hand when she opened the bedroom door and peeped in.

### OUTCOME ###

Thus it was, when unsupervised by adults, Dudley and Harry learned together, both the delights of the body and how to defend themselves, but there was always a preliminary wrestling match with the looser paying an extra sexual penalty. And it was not always Harry that lost.

At school Harry did little in the way of following up during the next few years, although it did make his summer holidays at Privet Drive a little more bearable.

However, in his sixth year things altered.

### STORY ###

It was at the beginning of the autumn term and the Bloody Baron had waylaid Cuthbert Binns on his way to teach the class both Draco and Harry were in. The net result was that, without supervision, the students slowly became more and more boisterous; Harry and Draco especially. They traded insults across the floor and increasingly became more agitated; they were, of course, egged on by their compatriots. After one particularly twisted slight from Draco, Harry vaulted over his desk and took up a combative stance on the floor, waving his wand about and hurling juicy epithets at the blond. One of these struck home and Draco jumped his own bureau and hurtled towards Harry fists flailing. In his hot-headed rush Draco forgot something useful - his wand still resided on his desk.

The impact threw Harry’s wand and glasses towards his friends, Ronald caught the wand but the glasses skidded on the floor in Hermione’s direction – for the umpteenth time she repaired them and waited.

Harry went down with Draco on top of him trying to beat the living daylights out of the annoying Gryff. Then Harry’s Dudley-trained instincts kicked in. Using his feet he lifted Draco into the air, kicked out and the blond went sailing across the classroom. Draco landed against a desk, shook himself and came straight back to the fray. By now he was too worked up to think about magic, just about slapping-down the green-eyed git who was taunting him.

Within thirty seconds Draco was doubled over Harry’s knee with Harry whacking his backside. Draco wriggled out of that and went on the offensive once more.

Two minutes later Harry had pinioned Draco’s arms behind him and had tousled the blond hair.

“I’ll beat you every time, Malfoy!” Harry whispered as he mussed the locks: “I’ve had lots of practice at home.”

Draco stamped on Harry’s foot. Harry grunted and let go.

Draco turned and attacked, Harry took a step back, grabbed Draco’s waist and turned him upside down; shaking him and cascading Malfoy money out of the Slyth’s pockets. He looked round triumphantly and noticed that Blaise and Pansy were restraining Goyle, with Theo and Millie holding Crabbe.

‘Hmm – interesting!’ thought Harry: ‘Seems that he’s on his own,’ and shook the last Knuts out.

Draco had started to lash out and managed thereby to free himself, kicking the spilled coins out of the way. As they circled Draco’s countenance looked crafty, Harry wondered what he was planning. Draco came in low and dirty, grabbing Harry’s balls and twisting. Harry yelped and a number of onlookers yelled ‘foul’; not that it made any difference to the combatants.

Harry’s chop to Draco’s neck had the blond gasping and releasing his hold.

For a minute Harry massaged his pubes fending off his attacker with one hand. Once recovered; he went on the attack, eventually having Draco in a throat lock: “So you wish to play dirty, do you, death-eater-spawn.”

“Tactics don’t matter – only winning does!”

“Okay, have it your own way.” Harry tightened the one-armed neck grip and Draco applied both hands to try and release it.

Harry’s other hand flipped the Malfoy buckle and pulled out its attached belt. Draco gasped and kicked Harry on the shin with his dragon hide boots. Harry released the hold; watching carefully as the blond rubbed his neck.

Harry circled, using the belt to flick at the Slyth’s body; occasionally catching his backside now and again.

The red faced blond charged, Harry side-stepped and tripped Draco, winding him. Grabbing his antagonist’s legs, the green-eyed-one bound Draco’s calves using the belt in a figure of eight. He then removed the boots and socks, alternately tickling and slapping the soles. Draco jerked in hysterics, banging his head on the floor.

One extra hard jerk toppled Harry. Draco sat heavily on the prone Gryff, undoing his zip and attempting to grab what was inside. Everybody saw what was happening and hissed.

Harry bucked, Draco fell off; Harry brought his legs together in a foot-lock with the Slyth’s belly being crushed in between them.

Draco was sore and gasping and at first tried to use his hands to prize Harry’s knees apart. Harry untucked the blond’s shirt and hauled it over Draco’s head. Meanwhile Slytherin fingers had given up prizing and were continuing their exploration, ripping open Harry’s undergarment and exposing his genitals.

Harry grabbed the invading hands and got off the blond pushing him away. Draco stumbled back, trying to disencumber himself of the shirt. That gave Harry time to have his opposer’s trousers open and round his ankles. As Draco bent to retrieve them Harry gave him an almighty thwack with his own belt on Draco’s behind.

Draco fell forward and the watchers laughed out loud. Harry clocked that he had the crowd’s support, quite a few Slyths were cheering for him too. That gave Harry pause for more thought. Not that he actually paused – he took-up the discarded shirt, grabbed one of the blond’s hands and pulled it behind him. He tied a shirt arm round the blond’s wrist.

Another struggle took place where Slyth digits managed to excite a Gryff prick. Then Harry imprisoned the other wrist in the remaining cuff end. The green-eyed one lifted the shirt in such a way as to lift the grey-eyed one’s hands behind his back, passing the roll of shirt over the sliver locks and round Lucius’s son’s neck. That meant that if Draco stretched his arms he tended to throttle himself.

Harry was still hard, something to do with the rude wrestling matches with Dudley, no doubt. He snatched a handful of fair hair and hauled its owner to his feet. Draco only had two garments left. One was a tee shirt and the other was a pair of silken drawers. Draco tried to kick Harry and nearly toppled because the belt still held him secure. The Gryff lifted the tee-shirt – this blinded the blond making his dilemma even worse.

“Well now Malfoy, time for the coup-de-grace, don’t you think?” Harry whispered.

“You fucking pervert, leave me alone, my dad will hear of this and get you expelled,” Draco’s muffled yell was desperate.

“I doubt it,” Harry replied, evenly, “You won’t dare admit that one of the Malfoys got trounced by a half-blood. Still – as you called me a pervert, I’d better prove it hadn’t I?”

“Go on Harry! Let’s see his little willy!” Someone yelled.

“Are you sure?”

“YES-S” came back forte from nearly all the onlookers.

“Okay then, here goes!” Harry whipped the silken shorts to the ground.

Draco doubled over trying to hide his assets.

A Gryff neck lock soon rectified that; bringing a blond bottom into contact with a Potter penis. During the brief struggle Potter precum started trickling down Draco’s crevice. That gave Harry an idea. He pulled back slightly allowing his cock to slide down the crack and then lurched forward at the right time.

“AYE-E-E-E-E!” Draco yelled as the thick prick entered his passageway and: “Ooh-h-h!” as his prostate was pleasured. The feeling was sensational for both participants and the blond’s obvious increasing arousal indicated his body’s approval.

It was not as though Draco was a virgin, several of his father’s cronies had seen to that.

The Slyth did not approve of the next step. Green eyes glittering with malice, Harry shuffled the blind Draco towards Justin. Harry winked and Justin put forth his hand.

“Guess who’s playing with your prick, Malfoy. It’ll only stop when you guess right.”

“Oh no! Hmm – Weasel?”

“No!”

“Not the Mudblood please?”

Justin’s fingers gave an extra vicious pull.

“Say the person’s name?”

“Granger?”

It took the names of seven Muggle-borns before Justin stopped playing.

By this time a queue had formed and quite near the front was Gregory Goyle.

When Greg’s turn came Draco could not believe that one of his minions would want to wank him and started guessing other names wildly. He knew the hands were not female and were pudgy, so he stuck to male names.

The ruffian changed hands twice before Draco splashed out; guessing correctly at the same time. Harry had also been induced to ejaculate by the blond’s flexing bum muscles.

“Ready for the next round, Malfoy?” Harry said as he withdrew.

“No, please no, I’m sore.”

“Okay,” Harry sounded very firm: “But you must swear to let each person in the queue to have access to your genitals as they desire. Once each of them has brought you to fruition you are freed of that particular pledge to that person.”

Draco was still unable to see through the tee-shirt: “How many are there?”

“Not many!”

“Okay then; I so swear.” Ronald was nearby and touched Draco with Harry’s wand, making the oath binding. Harry released the tee-shirt and zipped himself up.

“Is my word not good enough,” said Draco reproachfully, as he removed his blindfold: “Merlin’s balls and ears Potter, I thought you said the queue wasn’t long!”

“Well, the students for the next lesson turned up as you made the oath,” Harry grinned evilly: “It’s still less than a quarter of the school’s population.”

“Oh no! There’s Loony there and Longbottom. Curse you Potter I shall be sore for weeks.

“I’ll check you out regularly just to make sure you’re still serviceable.” Harry put his hand down Draco’s waistband and caressed the sensitive blond’s bits: “I’ll be the last in the queue; so I want to ensure I have quality time from you.

Draco’s eyes watered and he jiggled around in post-coital carnality.

### AFTERWARDS ###

A couple of days later Harry checked with Crabbe and Goyle, asking why they had not supported their fellow Slyth.

“He’s always got his hands inside our jeans and hexes us if we try it on with him.”

“Remember that he has to let you play until you make him cum. Just stop before he splashes out each time. Then you can have another go later on.”

Two pairs of eyes slowly opened as they took in the implications: “Draco c’mere we want our turn,” and they lumbered after him.

### ENTERTAINMENT ###

That term, during the morning coffee breaks, it was not unusual to see Crabbe and Goyle take Draco into a certain bathroom. There they tied him to one of the pillars and had his pants down. Those in the know would wait outside. Ten minutes later there would be a shouting match – well – Draco was doing the shouting – it went something like this: “Come back here you miserable pretences for wizards. You got me all worked up and then stopped. I order you to finish me off.”

There would be some sniggers and two Slyths would walk out, giving Draco the finger. Draco worked out that he had to finish himself off. Those who had been listening wandered in and were treated to a one man sex show before they untied him.

Eventually one of the brutes went a few pulls to far and lost his turn, not long afterwards the other one did the same.

It took the rest of the term before Draco reached the end of the queue. Each time someone went to make Draco cum, Harry would appear, push into the Slyth; rubbing and enjoy the spasming sinews until Harry had an orgasm.

Funny thing was … That Draco started to look forward to these sessions, even going as far as to remind the queue person to fetch Harry if he was not present.

### EPILOGUE ###

When Draco became secretive, working on the vanishing cabinet; everyone thought he was hiding in order not to have his cock played with.

Although the only way he could get his two bullies to co-operate and act as lookouts, was by offering himself for their repeated sexual pleasure.

FIN.