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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or films. I do not make any money from the writing of this story, just enjoyment.

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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
Reminder: Harry-t means that he is transformed by polyjuice - ditto Drac-t
{forcible seduction, multiple masturbation, anal sex, threesome,
~~~ SEA STORM~~~
In the night club, Draco-t left Harry-t jammed in between two of the satraps in an almost dark alcove, and they had their hands under his straps stroking his thighs. The remaining satrap was dancing with a striking looking blond somewhere on the floor, not that Harry-t could see him just then. Now that they were comparatively alone, Harry-t’s two suitors upped the ante.
One of them winked at the other and spider-crawled his fingers upward to twist Harry-t’s balls. The Gryff went on the defensive, which is what the two had bargained for. As Harry-t tried to pry the invading digits away from his privates, both Smoothie and Crawler grabbed a wrist each and pulled Harry-t’s hands apart. They were strong men and soon had Harry-t’s arms pinned behind his back. Harry-t wanted to use magic to escape but knew it would be a dead give-away, so he struggled and protested like a muggle.
“Shut up, you little tart. Or we’ll strip you and shove you naked onto the dance floor. All we want is a little private play,” said Crawler: “If you don’t make a fuss, it’s dark enough in here so no-one will know what’s going on.”
Harry-t decided that he could endure this and relaxed slightly.
“That’s better, now open your legs.”
Smoothie was no longer imprisoning Harry-t’s hands and used his strength to pry the Gryff’s knees apart, tucking his own leg over one of Harry-t’s knees. Crawler followed suit, placing his upper leg over Harry-t’s other knee, thus ensuring Harry-t’s inability to close his thighs. As the two maulers were almost facing Harry-t they both leaned in to make it look like a three-way kiss – nothing too much out of the ordinary in this kind of gay club. That effectively masked what was going on in between them inside the circle. Each one now had one of Harry-t’s hands in his meaty fist; their other hands were now carefully parting the leather straps of his uniform to reveal his pubic area.
“We want to see it hard, Tart,” and Crawler’s started to pump Harry-t’s semi flaccid fidpin.
In order to buy Draco-t time, Harry-t concentrated on not becoming aroused, but it was difficult because Smoothie’s fingers were stroking his perineum. Slowly Harry-t’s hormones took over.
“That’s better now shift your bum forward.” That command was accompanied by an excruciating tug on his todger. Automatically Harry-t slid down the seat’s back and the two maulers placed both of their legs over his knees thus stretching them further apart, that tactic exposed his sphincter. The positive side to this was that the table now covered most of his indecency. Crawler produced a small bottle of oil and dribbled some of it over Harry-t’s hard horn, making it glisten and adding to the thrilling feeling as he was pumped. Harry-t huffed in recognition of the slippery sensation.
Harry-t huffed again, because Smoothie’s hand below his balls caught some of the oil and directed it pucker-wards; that well lubricated finger wasted no time in finding Harry-t’s prostate. The two manipulators slowed their ministrations down, taking their time and practicing some outstanding techniques. Harry-t smouldered salaciously, slowly building up towards his climax. The fast beat of the music urged his heartbeat to throb in sync; that added further to his voluptuous feeling. He now appeared to any casual observer to be jigging around in time to the music.
Quarter of an hour elapsed: “Oh no! I’m coming.” Harry-t tensed ready for ejaculation
“Great, that’s what we want.”
Smoothie gripped the base of Harry-t’s cock, and Crawler used his fingers on the glans. Harry-t gasped as the first shot emerged and then swallowed his tongue in ecstasy when the two satraps manipulated his delicate dick during the second burst. During his continued ejaculation Harry-t would have shouted out in glory, except that his palpitating body refused to give him breath or utterance. He spent his all and collapsed back onto the seat in glorious summation.
“Where did you learn that technique,” he whispered as he recovered, still quivering.
“Wait until my mate has his go, Tart. He’ll have you screaming the place down.”
Harry-t felt intimidated and on top of that was beginning to worry about taking his next dose of Polyjuice: “Oh, no; I don’t have any energy left,” he murmured pleadingly.
“Here drink this, it will help you,” said Crawler: “I’m going for a pee.”
Harry-t was too fatigued to try to escape, even with only one satrap guarding him. Besides he needed to buy his partner some more time: “What is it?”
“Something we use to keep us going, when we feel a bit down.” Smoothie saw Harry-t looking askance at the beverage: “Here. I’ll drink some before you.”
Whilst the satrap was concentrating on uncorking and pouring the potion Harry-t managed to take his Polyjuice fix in one gulp, unseen. He also managed to hide his predicament under the straps.
Having seen the satrap drink some of the potion, Harry-t followed suit. By that time, Crawler had returned from the gents and made an immediate grab for Harry-t’s delicate bits under the straps.
“Who said you could cover up, Tart? I think some extra punishment is due.”
~~~ OUTSIDE ~~~
Draco-t left with Groper; after a short slightly roundabout walk he was steered towards a small door with its paint peeling off. He managed a quick swig of his Polyjuice on the way. In contrast to the unprepossessing exterior the inside of this fresh building seemed plush and had subdued lighting. A number of presentable young fags sat around looking hopefully at any new arrivals. Draco-t paid the concierge the required sum and was taken to a room.
When Draco-t and his escort left the club Dancer ditched his fair haired partner and scuttled off towards the Casa Accoglienta, arriving before his mate. He tipped off the concierge and went to the designated room. The result was that when Draco-t entered the room he was grabbed before he could do anything.
“Now two of us get to play, Slut;” Dancer whispered suggestively in Draco-t’s ear: “I hope you like sandwiches because you’re going to be the filling, but not before we’ve seen you perform naked. You have a choice; strip voluntarily or we’ll rip them off.”
“Not much choice, have I?” Draco-t did not want them searching and finding the gismo or the Polyjuice: “I take it that you’ll be stripping too?”
“Of course, but you first.”
Draco-t had little alternative but to go ahead and did so slowly; folding his few clothes carefully so as to fully ensconce the precious items. “I’ve left room for you two to place your garments next door,” he said, adding a subtle persuasion charm non-verbally and looking pointedly at Dancer, whom Draco-t judged was the most susceptible.
“Thank you,” replied Dancer and promptly started to remove his things, much to his fellow’s surprise.
It was Draco-t’s turn to be surprised when Groper grabbed his arms and bent him slightly backwards; making Draco-t’s implement protrude.
A naked Dancer saw this and his pecker began to perk up. Draco-t had a full view and began to expand in sympathy. For a minute or two each watched the other’s growing erections.
‘Not as big as Harry’s,’ Draco-t thought: ‘but quite acceptable.”
Groper began to get impatient: “C’mon, get a move on, we can’t be all night or his nibs will make our lives very painful. You know how he hates us to be late back.”
“Right!” Dancer grabbed Draco-t’s distended dong and began to caress it.
It was not meant to bring Draco-t off quickly, but to tease his genitals voluptuously; increasing the sensitivity of his prick and bringing him slowly to the boil. Quarter of an hour later a quaking Draco-t shot his load, with Dancer’s digits continuing the caresses. The satrap immediately applied a tight cock ring to keep the blond hard and shiny. Dancer spun Draco-t round, he felt lubrication penetrate his hole, and almost immediately Dancer pushed his prong in, up to the hilt. Draco-t huffed as the impaling instrument burnt; he huffed again when it scraped his love-bundle
Draco-t was still quivering from the insertion and his recent ejaculation; he expected Groper to play. Instead the satrap turned and presented his own lubricated arse, fingering Draco-t’s shiny prick towards its target. Draco-t spasmed as his glans touched home, but there was no respite, Dancer shoved forward and Groper pushed back.
“Aiee-ee-ee-ee!” Shocks of supplementary sexual frisson shot through Draco-t’s body from his encapsulated supra sensitive shaft. The two satraps worked in unison alternately almost withdrawing and swiftly squashing in. Draco-t tried to keep his prick in one position, but as soon as he tensed his muscles Dancer pulled him almost out of Groper’s hole, and then the mutual squash took place and the overwhelming sensations careered into Draco-t’s groin. He wanted them to stop, but like Harry-t before him was unable to find his voice. In a semi-conscious state, he vibrated between the two satraps. Draco-t was first to ejaculate in abandoned agony. However, the two satraps continued until they also reached fruition and Draco-t’s third.
Draco-t was glad of the offered pep-up potion; drinking it without demur and with his restricted rampancy still stiff. He was allowed a five-minute break. Still slightly compos mentis he collapsed next to the piled clothes, managing to transfer the gismo into one of the satraps’ pockets under the pretence of searching for his handkerchief.
The ordeal began again.
Groper was inside Draco-t with Dancer in front. Dancer had greater control over his buttock muscles making Draco-t squirm in superlative salaciousness. The blond had little control over his own muscles and his limbs flopped around of their own volition. However, there was one muscle that stayed rigid and that was the one which was being tormented with titillation. Before the pair of enthusiasts had made their second offering Draco-t had cum three times more. As the pair came down from their high they withdrew and the Slyth collapsed in a comatose heap. They rolled him over and removed the cock-ring, but his throbbing, drooling cock remained erect.
As they laid Draco-t out in a recumbent position Dancer said to Groper: “What a pity the Seignior forbade us bringing anyone back. This one would have provided us with hours of entertainment.”
“I’d rather keep my balls in one piece. Remember what he did to those other two who disobeyed him?”
“Yes I do,” replied Groper: “I still have nightmares about their screams. I never knew that the fire hex could be concentrated into such a small space.”
Draco-t shuddered and then tried to look innocent, remembering that in this muggle environment he was not supposed to know what a hex was.
“Then he healed them, only because they refused to drink, because of their agony when passing water … Enough of that … Let’s go and collect the others; we’ve just nice time to be back before his nibs blows a fuse.
~~~ CLUB ~~~
“Punishment? What do you mean?” asked Harry-t.
“First we’ll get you hard again and then …”
“No … Get off me!” Harry-t dare not shout for rear of attracting people to his semi déshabillé.
Smoothie applied his digits and soon had the disguised Potter prick at full mast. Crawler was holding Harry-t’s hands behind his back again and the brunet quailed as a one of his leather strips was detached and tied tightly round his scrotum; forcing his balls forwards and making them as shiny as his knob-end. A by-product of this was to prevent him slackening off and to ensure his genitals stuck out at ninety degrees to his body. The strap that they had detached was in the front and was the most revealing.
“Now Tart, you have a choice.” Smoothie was caressing the shiny bits and Harry-t’s precum was visibly forming. “We can drape you over the table and invite people to grope you, or you can stand up and dance with us. That way you have a chance that your privates may not be on show. Of course you can yell and the mob will take advantage of you before the bouncers come over to find out what the fuss is about.”
“I fancy draping him over the table; we might make some money that way.”
“I don’t dance very well; you may be disappointed.” Harry-t was squirming from Smoothie’s attentions.
“No problems, it’s the hug and grind type; as you can see.”
Harry-t opted for dancing; the floor was filled with gyrating couples and the Gryff felt he might pass unnoticed in the crowd. However, there was a problem, he had to stick his arse out to avoid rubbing his paraphernalia on his partner’s clothes. This drew attention to him from those around, and the closest of them managed to grope his buns; a few even managed a penetrative finger. When that happened he drew forward, rubbed his cock on the cloth and then bucked backward, delighting the inserter.
Eventually Harry-t got fed up of this and tried to leave the floor. Smoothie held one hand and Crawler the other turning our hero so that those around could see his protrusion.
“Oh! How daring!” Someone squealed, and reached forth a groping hand.
Luckily for Harry-t the message did not carry far over the heavy beat of the music.
Harry-t used some hidden magic to strengthen his muscles and managed to plough his way through the throng trailing the two satraps behind him. There was a forest of hands all waiting to feel his attributes. Their touches may have been fleeting, but they energised Harry-t’s glands. Before he reached the haven of the alcove the two toughs stopped him and an anonymous hand brought him to fruition.
Harry-t expected to be mobbed, or thrown out. Neither happened.
“Very nice – benissimo – beautiful apparatus – and other appreciative epithets were murmured in his ear, plus a few cheeky kisses. The ogling crowd moved aside enough for him to regain his seat. After that the company’s attention honed in on another equivalent happening somewhere else in the room.
Harry-t was still delicate down there as his leather thong was untied. However, Smoothie wanted his go. They laid Harry-t on the seat and played as before but in reversed roles. Smoothie’s fingers were just as dedicated as had been Crawler’s. Harry-t’s appreciative bum lifted off the seat many times as he experienced another slow build-up towards another splurge.
As he lay there recovering the other two satraps came in and, after a quick chat, all four miscreants left the club. It took Harry-t a few minutes to realise that they had gone. In those minutes Alfredo’s contact slid on to the seat and placed his hand on the Gryff’s still erect meat.
“My turn now, brother, and then I’ll take you to find your partner.”
Contrary to Draco-t’s supposition, the bloke wanted to top. Harry-t was in no fit state to stop him. Harry-t was turned and the man unzipped. The Gryff was still slippery from former insertions so with little ceremony he was breached. The bloke lacked the finesse of the other two; however, he made up for it in enthusiasm. He kept on resting so that it took twenty minutes for his accidental fulfilment to occur.
That fruition was accidental because Harry-t’s cock had been scraped along the seat’s fabric as they cavorted; resulting in Harry-t becoming inflamed with his own desire. It was Harry-t’s ejaculation and resultant bum-muscle spasms that brought the informant to his completion.
“Thank you,” the informant gave Harry-t a quick kiss: “Let’s go and find your mate; I do hope he hasn’t been abducted.”
Harry-t could sense that his lover was fairly close and therefore was not overly worried. When they arrived inside Casa Accoglienta the concierge was expecting them.
“I don’t think they injured him, Sir,” he replied when Harry-t asked for Draco-t by his pseudonym. “Some young ones don’t have the staying power. They should have taken one our boys, they can stand the heat.”
The concierge took a brief look at Draco-t and saw that he was breathing; he also had a quick feel and when Draco-t reacted, left the room, satisfied that no permanent harm had been done.
“Is there a loo, I need a pee,” asked Harry-t?
“Yes, out of the door, turn right, third door on the left.”
“Thanks,” Harry-t left the room.
After relieving himself Harry-t returned quietly, only to find that the informant had draped the semi-conscious Draco-t over the side of the bed and was busy humping him.
From the satisfied feelings emanating from the Slyth, Draco-t was obviously awake and enjoying the experience. Thus Harry-t’s first reaction to pull the man off his lover was muted. The informant had stripped and Harry-t watched an enticing bum heave with the effort of fucking Draco-t. Harry-t’s meat stiffened beneath his fancy-dress. It took but a few seconds to part the leather straps, anoint his tool and have it in position. As the man lifted his bum, Harry-t pushed forward; his glans just inside the informant’s pucker.
“What the fuck’s happening.”
“My turn to fuck you, Boy; that’s what!” Harry-t went down as the man pushed into Draco-t. He continued the motion impaling himself further.
“I’m not a bottom!”
“You are now.” *Push back, Lover. We have a sandwich*.
*Nice one, Lover*, Draco-t pushed back hard, forcing the informant to spread his arse-cheeks and Harry-t sank in, up to the hilt.
Using their mental link, the two mages played with the informant’s sensuality. Between them, Harry-t and Draco-t gradually transferred the fornicating trio on to the bed proper. Their copulation keeping them all on the boil for quite some time; eventually to collapse in a gorgeously gratified heap. They were tired and snoozed for a while.
They awoke to the informant screaming.
“Mmm … What’s wrong?”
“I went to bed between a smoothie and a red-head but now …”
Draco and Harry burst into uncontrollable mirth; whilst they dozed their bodies had reverted to their true images.
Draco was slightly more alert than Harry: “We were in disguise, the dye and greasepaint must have sweated off whilst we were enjoying ourselves.
Harry cottoned on and did a quick staining charm on the sheets.
“That doesn’t explain how the Smoothie grew hair so quickly.”
“I had some prosthetic skin covers, which I took off whilst you were sleeping. I knew one of our targets liked smoothies.” Harry added a belief charm.
“Are you sure; I think your hiding something.”
“We’re still in the buff; so what can we hide?” Draco’s charm joined Harry’s.
The informant was not totally satisfied, but had to make do with the Blakes’ information. Harry gave him the agreed sum of money in an envelope and, after he had counted it the informant left.
~~~ ATTACK ~~~
Harry and Draco dressed and ambled back to Palazzo Pevrello which, they found was almost next door.
“Where is everybody?” Draco asked Sporcara.
“As soon as it was dark Master Michael organised the groups and, once Masters Crassus and Selwyn said that the gismo was on the move, the companies all used the ambulatory to fly off to their designated areas. I have been told to keep you here by force, Masters, if necessary. Mistress Tracey has given me the charm to use. Please don’t make me have to use it?”
Draco chuckled: “It’s probably a good thing, Sporcara, because we’re worn out. We’ve both already taken some pep-up potion on top of alcohol, and that’s beginning to wear off. We wouldn’t have been alert enough to go raiding.”
“Yes but … We ought to be there … We are the leaders after all …”
“… Let it be, Harry … You’ve trained them well … Let our two sergeants get some kudos … I don’t want you agonising about getting people injured all over again … You’ve grown out of that silliness.”
Harry was still looking agitated and spluttering; so Draco took them to the nearest sofa, hugged him and sat down.
“I have some food ready if you’d like it, Masters.”
“Thanks, Sporcara; it will give my agitated lover something to do with his mouth instead of vainly protesting.” Draco gave Harry a big kiss whilst Sporcara was out of the room getting the food.
By the time the two tired mages had finished their supper, the troops were flying back in. Still on their battle high they accepted Butterbeer from the elves and reported back to Tracey in the ambulatory and then used the portal to go home to sleep.
Michael and Tracey wandered downstairs into the family salon.
“Well … How did it go?” demanded Harry, with Draco nodding his agreement.
“Crass and Selwyn worked wonders with their direction finding gismo. The bad news is that Lucy escaped again, much the same tactics that he used at the Manor. We reckon that there were about fifty of them in total. The good news is that he is eight satraps light, four were downed into the water and drowned and four were captured.”
“Can I guess which four?”
“If you wish Draco.”
“They were dozy and dressed in roman outfits.”
Michael chuckled: “I don’t know what you did to them but they were definitely uncoordinated in their battle responses.”
“What about our troops?” worried Harry.
“A few singed broomsticks and a number of wet cloaks, “Replied Tracey: “That storm that Ganymede and Alexandrou brewed up was really something; the satraps were staggering around on the decks trying to get airborne. One of the dead ones was struck by lightning, another slid off the deck into the churning waves. I’m not sure what happened with the other two. The two water masters calmed everything down quite quickly and Justin saw the marine police pick up four bodies.”
“Was he seen?”
“I doubt it. He’s as good at concealment charms as he is at glamours. We took them completely by surprise, you know.”
“I expect my father will guess we know about his purloining the family silver.”
“Probably, but with the new wards in position he won’t know where we’re based, will he?”
“You have a good point there. I wonder what he’ll do now.”
“If he’s unsure, he’ll hang around somewhere. If not, he’ll have to raid somewhere else in order to pay the satraps. You know … If he stuck to numerous petty thefts he could easily fool the muggle police.”
“He won’t, Tracey. My father likes to make grand gestures and when he does, we’ll find out and defeat him again. Thank you both for your strong leadership, we’ve stung his tail again. Perhaps we should all get some sleep; I know Harry and I are ready for bed. Sleep well … Goodnight is hardly appropriate at nearly three in the morning.”
Tracey smiled tiredly and Michael shrugged, both drifting across the landing into a couple of guest rooms. Draco and Harry had just enough energy to go up two flights of stairs to their special room.
~~~ MID MORNING ~~~
Alfredo had a copy of Messaggero Veneto in his hand when he arrived at coffee time. Many of the troops had wisely taken the day off and were breakfasting; having decided to explore Venice later on. He made a short speech thanking them for their help and offering compensation for burnt bristles. The Dumbledorians recognised the sentoro’s attempt at humour and responded by chuckling.
After Harry, Draco, Tracey and Michael had added the thanks; Alfredo asked: “May I read the headlines from this newspaper? It translates as: ‘Freak storm catches four revellers.’ It goes on to say that four foreign visitors returning from a fancy dress party were accidently caught in an early summer thunderstorm and drowned. Had they been locals, it suggests, they would have known about these storms and read the signs. It goes on to speculate where they were from and has some very peculiar notions.”
Tracey stood up: “The latest from the Prophet is hidden in the back pages headed ‘Our heroes do it again’ and says that Harry’s group of friends have had another small skirmish with the dark side, sustaining few injuries and capturing four. Funny thing is that there’s no mention of the four dead satraps at all. It goes on to bemoan the fact that Harry was acting for the Italians and not doing his proper Auror job in England. It lists the various minor crimes committed over the last week and suggests that they wouldn’t have happened if Harry wasn’t wasting his time on the continent.”
“Well at least I’m not being expansively praised for a change.” Harry shrugged his shoulders, smiled and asked Draco to pass him the marmalade.
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At the next Wizengamot meeting Harry was asked why he was abroad. He replied that he was on Holiday in Venice when the occurrence took place.
He was surprised to have support from the old fogeys. They said that because it was some of ours who were causing the trouble; therefore, some of ours were duty bound to help the beleaguered foreigners. Thereafter the subject was dropped because it was obvious that the greatest majority of the house supported Harry and Draco’s stance.
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