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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34417 -:- 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}]
(Electro-mechanical sexual machine and Harry inside it}
~~~ ATTACHMENT ~~~
“Did you notice the double bed in that guest room?” Harry remarked as they cleansed themselves the following morning.
“Hmm … Yes. Perhaps we needn’t have been shy about the depth of our relationship.”
“It was better to be safe, although both Dónall and Niall did seem quite close.”
“Dónall’s married to Geraldine, and so is Niall to Ermintrude. I think that they’re just close friends. We need their votes for the forthcoming Species Bill, so it was better not to rock the boat. We seem to have gained their goodwill by connecting them to our network.”
“Um … Yes. We’ll take things slowly and develop the friendship. I got the feeling that Niall lived quite some way away.”
“Yes, somewhere near the Arran Islands I believe. There are a number of private Islands surrounding theirs, so he was saying. I’m still not sure what he does for a living. Some long time ago the O’Driscoll clan were seafarers, quite a few were buccaneers, so maybe we shouldn’t enquire too much further. After all, the McLaggens admit to a murky past.”
“I think he farms the sea just as Dónall’s clan farms the land.”
“That seems a reasonable solution, so we’ll pretend that’s the answer.”
Both of them sniggered and then used the portals.
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On their way home they called in at the Fortress, whilst they were there something drew them towards Lough Macgilliguddy, one of the lakes close by the Finnegan ancestral pile. Having a day to spare the mages went to explore, taking a dinghy out on the water. It did not take Harry and Draco long to find out what was so attractive. Once afloat the two males felt their hormones taking over and they decided that a freshening dip might just be the thing to cool things down.
Not so, as soon as they immersed themselves two heads popped out of the water and stared at them.
*They look like lymnads*.
*It’s six months since we last had a go. That must have been what was drawing us*. “Hello, I’m Harry and this is Draco.”
“Come fer yer fix, have ye?”
“Yes, I suppose we have. Do you have any gillyweed, please?”
“’S not needed, we elected to have yer on the island. There’s a comfy bed o’ water-thyme there that’ll suit both oor tastes, being both a terrestrial aquarial environment.”
Harry and Draco followed the two freshwater mermen and, as they had been told, found a small tree girt bay that was about only a foot deep in water. However, it was difficult to see that liquid because of the delicate green fronds of the water-thyme. Whether it was the fronds tickling or their overactive libidos, neither mage was sure. What they were sure about was their throbbing erections, and equivalent green appurtenances on the two undines.
Nigel and Morgan proved to be very adept at pleasing and being pleased and after their cavorting had ended kissed the two mages sweetly. They promised that they would see them again and then disappeared under the water.
~~~ ORGANISATION PARAGRAPHS ~~~
Kreacher and Dorothy cornered their two masters the next weekend.
“You need a Steward in charge of each of your establishments, Masters,” Dorothy commenced: “Just as I was in charge of Castle Duindhu, so we should have someone in overall charge of each of your homes.”
“I imagine you have the personnel in mind, Dorothy,” Draco smiled shrewdly at her.
“Yes Draco,” answered Kreacher; “May we introduce them now?”
The two mages answered affirmatively and thus Sonny became steward of the cottage, [partly in thanks for having rescued Draco from the marriage stakes] and Grouchy was confirmed at Number Twelve. Defrag retained his place at the Chateau des Sorciers and Nigèrre officially replaced the previous [dead] incumbent in charge of Maison Malfoi in Guéthary. The others were recognised as they were.
~~~ MACHINES ~~~
A number of birthdays were celebrated during the next couple of months, including Draco and Harry becoming twenty-three and schoolboy Teddy at five. So it was, as had been foretold, during the summer holiday that the next major incident occurred.
On the days whent Harry was working for the Aurors it became his custom to eat lunch at Fiorello Fortescues. It helped him to unwind after teaching in the Aurorbunker. Occasionally Draco would join him but, by and large, the Slyth had sandwiches at his work bench in the forensic laboratory. Thus, Harry would relax and chat inconsequentially with some of the regulars over his lunch.
One of these was a geeky little mage with bottle-glass spectacle lenses and a slight Austro-German accent. The wizard was amusing and seemed to be an inventor of sorts. Harry liked him because their conversations kept well away from politics and the education scene. Harry never knew what topic would be next. Their chats covered modern and ancient architecture, flora and fauna, gardening, cloud formations, and many others;
Griswold had a grasshopper mind and was a mine of interesting snippets. Despite his geeky appearance Harry reckoned he had quite a presentable body under his uncomplimentary garments.
For a month or so Harry forbore asking any personal questions, just being content with light-hearted chatter and infinite small pearls of information. Eventually Harry allowed Griswold to find out about his being a seneschal, his aurorship and about his professorial activities. Griswold didn’t seem that impressed and forbore asking any penetrating questions or lobbying Harry about things political, this endeared him to the Gryff even more.
A few weeks later Griswold let slip that he was a maker of magical machines of the ilk that Dumbledore used to have in his office, giving the impression that some of them were from his workshop. Harry thought he might like to see some, but having regard for the tenor of their companionship, he did not ask outright. Of course Draco was aware of the geeky little man because the pair of them discussed their daily happenings in bed at night, as was their wont. Somehow Draco never managed to meet Griswold but regarded him, as Harry did, as a harmless but interesting crank.
For a couple of weeks prior to the finish of term Griswold was missing, not that Harry thought it odd. During that school holiday Harry had planned to do some four-day intensive courses with the Aurors concerning battle use of Defimperio to stop aggressors. Towards the end of the week he was fairly weary but went for lunch as usual. There was Griswold, also looking slightly under the weather.
Harry, being Harry, offered support and Griswold told him a little of the problems he was having with a machine he was creating. The upshot was that Harry received an invitation to visit Griswold’s workshop after tea. Draco was in one of his silent moods – puzzling over some new antidote or other – so Harry left him a note at Grimmauld Place.
Harry met Griswold at the apparition point in Diagon Alley where Griswold was saving a place for Harry in the queue. As they were third in the long queue, Griswold did not have time to explain where they were going, so, not wanting to lose his place, Harry shrugged his shoulders and agreed to be side-alonged. Off they went and landed in a small suburban garden.
Garden it was not: there were bits and pieces of piping and wood, sheets of metal and pots of paint all strewn around the plot of land. However, Harry was told that the neighbours were unable to see the disarray because of a high hedge and a permanent glamour ward that showed a well mowed lawn with flower borders.
Harry had a guided tour of the huts that surrounded the plot. He expected more disorder inside but, to his surprise, each hut contained a scrupulously clean workshop. Griswold explained that each area had to be kept separate physically and thaumically from the next. He also explained that he would not allow the residue of one experiment to interfere with another one – hence the spotlessness.
Harry became enthralled with the little machines and Griswold’s lucid explanations of what they were for. So enthralled that he forgot the time until his rumbling tummy reminded him.
“I shall have to go Griswold; I do need to eat some dinner, even if it is a bit late.”
“May I offer you some? The cooking machine you saw earlier should have made dinner by now. Do stay and eat with me, you still have to see the cellar workshops.”
Harry could see no harm in it and so accepted.
The dinner was very tasty and Griswold kept a decent cellar. Harry was feeling very content as he followed his host down the steps into the subterranean vault. Griswold’s quiet voice started to explain the new invention and what it was supposed to do. Invited to sit in a chair, Harry did so. Griswold’s voice was quite soothing and Harry’s eyelids started to droop. He shook himself a couple of times, but that did not seem to shake off the feeling of contented lethargy. Eventually Harry’s head drooped and his body settled back into the chair.
“Harry, Harry, wake up. What’s the matter with you?” A seemingly worried Griswold shook the sleeping mage, but to no effect.
“Well now,” Griswold said to himself, smiling cunningly: “Just as I planned – I’ll leave him here for another half hour to become truly comatose; then the fun starts.”
~~~ FORENSIC LAB ~~~
This potion Draco had been given to counter was very intricate. It was colourless and there were only very small quantities of it available. It had been painted on the banister rails of one of the houses the Aurors were investigating. There had been trick steps in the flights and naturally the Auror concerned had gripped both banisters in order to test each tread as he descended. The result was that the hands of the first person to descend became contaminated and began to itchingly swell. Hasty anti-distending charms kept the ballooning hands contained but, for some reason, they had to be renewed every ten minutes because the potion seemed to soak up the magic. There was therefore a need for speed in deciphering the potion and brewing its antidote before sending it to St Mungo’s.
Because most of the banisters in the house had been smeared, one of Draco’s assistants had been dispatched to recover what small amount of the substance that could be garnered. It was upon this that Draco was working; therefore, it was in miniscule amounts that each diagnostic test had to be undertaken. Whilst one such test was incubating Draco dashed off a quick note to Harry and sent it to Grimmauld place. In it he said that he would probably be up all night and maybe some of the next morning making the antidote.
Now two letters resided on Grouchy’s steward’s silver salver; waiting for the masters to open them when they returned home.
~~~ CELLAR ~~~
Harry awoke in the same cellar; it took him five or six minutes to become fully conscious. During that time, he realised that he was quite possibly still sitting in the same chair that Griswold had offered. However, something was different, he seemed unable to move very much. His brain was very foggy and his eyes were still closed. He tried to move his limbs but found them secured, he also realised that his knees had been drawn apart. Little auror-trained alarm bells began to ring in his brain, so Harry feigned unconsciousness for a little while longer; using his other senses to suss out what was happening.
Firstly, he concentrated on his head; that felt as though he were wearing a hat which appeared to have a pair of plug-in muggle earphones attached to it which enclosed his ears. They were not too uncomfortable. Nose and mouth seemed to be unobstructed, apart from a tube in one corner of his lips, but his neck was held within some sort of padded constraint. He realised that he would be able to turn his head but did not do so for fear of alerting his possible captor. It crossed his mind that maybe Griswold had supported him, so he did not fall out of the chair whilst he was asleep.
His elbows and forearms were within some kind of padded tube and each digit of his hands gave the impression that they were enclosed in a thimble. Now Harry discasrded the support idea; realising that he was under some kind of constraint, but still forbore to give the impression that he was awake. Something was attached to his bare chest via his nipples, and Harry panicked momentarily when he realised he had been stripped completely. Gathering his wits, he allowed his awareness to creep downwards past a belt-like constraint to those important bits between his parted thighs.
There was something gripping his cock, a thimble on its end and his balls were enclosed as well. Bum cheeks? – These were on the edge of the chair and he was slumped backwards; some kind of dildo resided in his anus. Harry was tempted to open his eyes and look, but his Auror training told him to explore his plight further, first. There were restraining pads around his knees and his ankles; presumably attached to the chair’s legs. However, his feet felt as though some liquid was surrounding them.
“Stop pretending Mr Potter, I know you’re awake.” Griswold’s voice no longer held diffidence or softness. “My brain scanner is monitoring your increased awareness. Open your eyes.”
Harry decided to hold out a bit longer and recalled his doggo position when Hagrid carried him from the forest just before Voldemort’s defeat.
“Good try, but I know you’re awake. Now open your eyes.”
Harry’s left foot began to tingle and the tingle crept up his leg increasing in strength as it did so. His knee started to tremble and by the time the sensation reached his nether regions his cock was vibrating. Still intensifying, the tingle worked down to his right knee feeling like heavy pins and needles pricking. By the time it reached his right foot the sensations were akin to little knives slicing into his flesh.
“Ah-h-h-h-h-h! All-l-l-l r-r-right, I’m-m-m-m awa-a-a-a-ake.” Harry screamed and opened his eyes.
Griswold no longer looked geeky. Gone were the glasses and golden eyes regarded Harry with an appreciative glance. Harry let his eyes wander down Griswold’s shapely leather-clad torso to the well filled rawhide pouch below his stomach. ‘Very tasty’, Harry thought and felt his libido give a slight pulse in recognition.
“Good! I’m glad you’ve agreed to co-operate.” Griswold’s voice held a purring menace and the slicing feeling abated.
Harry took stock visibly; wires seemed to be attached to all the constraints he had sussed. The hat, his neck and waist constraints plus the forearm sleeves were also connected. The thimbles and pads stuck to his hands, thighs, abdomen and nipples had wires trailing from them. As well as being connected, his cock, balls and anus also had little machines attached.
Harry remembered one of his first Auror lessons: ‘If captured and tortured, concentrate on meekly saying nothing. Outright defiance only increases the pain; pleading only leads the torturer to try further harm’. So Harry resolved to keep quiet.
“As you can see every part of you is attached to my machines.” Griswold continued: “In a few minutes I will demonstrate their uses. This machine also monitors your state of consciousness and reflexes. I am already aware of your non-verbal magic hence the coverings over any extremities which you might choose to use in that way. Just so we understand each other, I can induce unendurable pain in any part of your body at will. Let me give you a demonstration.”
In quick succession Harry’s left forearm had imaginary knives slicing into it, his right nipple was next; then his left kneecap followed by other parts of his body. Whilst he was recovering from the demonstration Harry recalled that his personal bits had not been subject to the pain.
“I can also induce pleasurable feelings as well.”
A previously unnoticed probe inside his urethra began to vibrate and Harry’s horn began to elongate in response. The thimble on the end of his knob expanded as the glans grew bigger. The dildo buzzed against his prostate and Harry’s juices began to prepare for ejaculation. Before that happened the machine was switched off.
“Did you enjoy that? Yes, I can see you did. That’s a very handsome cock you own, I do hope it can produce gallons of sperm, because that’s the first part of today’s experiment.”
Harry lowered his eyes, glancing at the cock-end thimble. It had four wires attached and a transparent tube leading from it, there seemed to be some slight suction present. Now that he was semi-hard what had been hiding in his pubic forest was quite visible and he saw that there was a gripping sleeve attached to the arm of a small steam machine.
“Are you ready for our first experiment?”
Harry refrained from answering.
“Following auror guidelines, I see. Well … Have it your own way.”
Griswold touched a little lever on the steam machine and the arm began to oscillate; slowly picking up speed and length of stroke as Harry’s appurtenance lengthened. This process was aided by the arm holding the glans thimble moving away and sucking on his energising flesh. The internal vibrations recommenced and all too soon Harry reached his climax. He watched as his spunk slid down the inside of the clear plastic tube.
The machine did not let up, nor did the vibrations. The tube in Harry’s mouth sprayed a liquid on to his epiglottis making Harry swallow automatically. His private parts glowed with ardour, partly induced by the machines and partly, Harry supposed, from the squirted potion. Within five minutes Harry was paying another creamy forfeit. Because his flesh was highly energised and prepared to continue the excitement; his hormones began to take control of his motor brain and the waist constraint seemed to have been slackened to allow for some movement. The steam machine’s arm stopped reciprocating and Harry’s abdominal and buttock muscles were tingling. The tingles came in waves causing the muscles to contract and relax. To his shame Harry realised that his body was making him fuck the now stationary sleeve.
He tried to combat his gyrations but when Harry did so Griswold would chuckle evilly and turn up the spasm-making tingles. Two more ejaculations took place before Griswold altered the machine’s technique yet again.
One of the things that turned Harry on greatly when Draco was masturbating him was his mate’s hands playing with his balls. This was simulated by another of the steam machines and coupled to a pumping motion of the dildo Harry relived another Draco passionate session. Two more orgasms followed in that mode. Harry was worn out and wondering what would come next. His hormones were also making Harry fancy the lithe body of his tormentor.
“I still need some more, Harry dear. However, I think you should recover slightly before that happens.”
Harry thought that Griswold's voice, with its purring menace,sounded like a male version of the pink toad,.
Some more potions were squirted into his mouth and a buzzing induced into his head. Before he really realised what was happening Harry had drifted off to sleep.
He awoke to the vibrating inputs and the fact that he was squirting another spunk sample into the plastic tube. This time the three modus operandi were varied each session. After another six offerings the stimulation stopped and the waistband’s fastenings tightened. However, the sucking on his glans continued; ensuring every last drop of jism was extricated. Once he was sucked dry the mechanisms were switched off and his highly sensitive paraphernalia unhooked from the machines. His glans was very tender and a deep purple in colour. Every time Griswold removed another piece of equipment he managed to caress the swollen knob-end and Harry gasped in delighted pain. As this happened, Griswold leered lasciviously at his victim.
Once the pubic connections had been removed Harry saw, for the first time where his juices were being stored. It was in an ash-tray-like oval glass dish which Griswold now placed carefully on a pedestal midway between Harry’s outstretched thighs. His captor was very meticulous in adjusting the height and depth minutely and measuring the distances carefully.
Antagonistic and disgusted though he felt, Harry was still intrigued by what was happening. Remembering his training, he did not ask the question that was hovering on his lips. However, all became clearer quite soon.
Griswold retired to his dials and switches and the tingling returned to Harry’s thighs and groin. It was not the raunchy feeling neither was it too painful but it kept Harry’s muscles taught in anticipation.
Griswold’s wand started waving and a dark incantation spewed from his lips: “Nascens est dopplegangus de Harrium Potterensis …” it began and Harry lost the dog Latin words as his captor droned on.
Finally, the incantation was over. At the last wand-flourish Harry felt the pleasurable tingling intensify. What seemed to be sparks flew from his thighs towards the carefully positioned dish, but what were worse were the ones from the tip of his cock. These were pleasurable in the extreme and his member recommenced erection. This time it did not become upright, as Harry would have expected, but it was drawn horizontally towards the dish and its contents. At the same time little pulses of excitement ran through his urethra and balls; working him up towards another explosion of lust. Griswold’s eyes twinkled malevolently as Harry’s glans neared the bowl. As it touched down on one of the cigarette places on the bowl’s rim the first rushes of ejaculate started their journey to the outside world.
That first squirt was agonising, it felt like an enormous ball of fire. Harry closed his eyes and screamed in painful ecstasy as each of seven spunk bombs fell into the swirling mass of liquid in the bowl.
“Hoc justus est!” rang out triumphantly from Griswold’s lips.
Harry opened his eyes; the bowl and pedestal had vanished and there between his thighs stood an exact, naked but slightly misty image of himself.
“Hello Harry; do you love me?” it asked, rubbing its hands up Harry’s inner thighs.
Harry pursed his lips and did not reply to his doppelganger, remembering from Minerva’s lessons that replying would only confirm its status.
“Very well, I will have to obtain your approval by another method.”
The figure knelt down and applied its lips to Harry’s still distended member. Visions of Draco doing this filled Harry’s mind but he fought hard to suppress them. His doppelganger used its fingers to caress Harry’s prostate and its other hand to manipulate his balls, just the way Harry liked it. Half an hour of lascivious turmoil followed, until Harry’s hormones supplied what the doppelganger required.
“That tastes nice Harry,” it leered and licked its lips: “Now for me to complete the deal.”
The oiled fingers had already opened Harry out so the doppelganger knelt and pushed its glans into the opening. Harry tensed his muscles to prevent entry. Griswold punched a few switches and the tingle made Harry’s sphincter relax. The doppelgangers shaft was inside. It took its time with the fuck; ensuring that Harry’s prostate was caressed at every thrust. Despite himself Harry became a willing partner in the coupling. Twenty-one minutes after commencement both parties came profusely.
“Thank you Harry, now we are paired.” His doppelganger bent down and licked Harry’s spent juices from his stomach.
Still constrained Harry watched in horror as the doppelganger dressed himself in Harry’s clothes and exited. Harry wondered what was to happen to himself, but had little time to worry because Griswold’s hands crept up his thighs and started to caress the sensitive pubes. Griswold’s hands were expert and Harry was brought to the brink but never allowed fulfilment many times until he passed out in superlative sensuousness.
A little later the mouth-tube was removed and Griswold hand-fed Harry an early lunch. As with dinner the night before it was delicious, but Harry forbore answering any of his captor’s questions. Afterwards Griswold’s fingers had another play but without giving Harry the satisfaction of fulfilment. The food was absorbing the fuzziness that Harry had felt from the potions and whilst he was gasping in licentiousness he opened up his mental channel to Draco trying to send a help message. He was unsure that he succeeded but he thought he had received a surprised feeling back. Then the potions tube was re-inserted and Harry lapsed into semi consciousness.
~~~ FORTESCUES ~~~
On Friday morning Draco managed to have a nap on some cushions in the alcove of his lab. A bed had been provided there at his insistence some time ago because Draco had had to watch overnight brews before. He woke to stir the brewing antidote and add the next ingredients just before lunch, the potion then had to brew again for two hours, so Draco thought to join Harry at Fiorello’s eating house for lunch. He was a bit early and bumped into the Smiling Ones who had been training in the Aurorbunker.
“Hi Draco, what’s up with Harry?”
“Hello Mort, why do you ask,” asked Draco feeling a touch guilty.
“Nothing really, he just didn’t seem all there this morning. A bit like you are, when you’re working on one of your potion puzzles.”
“He was acting a bit flighty too,” added Honorius.
“How do you mean?”
“Well … You know that we know about you two being together. Like – bed wise and everything, but you don’t go advertising it,” Crassus explained: “Erm … Harry was acting a bit gay this morning, nothing too obvious, but we recognised it. You two haven’t had a row have you?”
“No Crass, but I was away from our bed all night working on a new antidote for that guy with the swollen hands.”
“Maybe a lack of your love makes him like that then.”
“I s’pose it’s possible. Thanks for the warning, I’ll make sure to make it up to him tonight. I know just what to do.”
“Anything we could use on our girlfriends Draco?” Honorius asked archly.
“No Hon, but I’m willing to coach your girlfriend if you like, I’m sure you’d like it,” Draco raised his eyebrows and licked his lips suggestively.
“Enough banter, the man himself approaches.” The four young men drifted off to find a table for themselves.
Harry had not yet entered the salon, so Draco moved swiftly into their reserved alcove. As he came through the door Harry’s eyes lit up when he observed his lover sitting demurely at their table. Draco was wondering why Harry had not let down his mental barrier and double checked that his own was functioning properly.
“Hello Lover, did you miss me last night? I’m sorry but there was a rush job on. I’ll make it up to you tonight I promise.” Draco stood.
Harry hugged Draco briefly: “I’ll hold you to that Lover. I reckon you can buy me lunch as part of the recompense,” he whispered in his ear.
“Okay! Now what do you want?”
Harry went on to choose items from the menu and they settled down to their meal chatting inconsequentially as one does at the meal table. During the meal Draco felt Harry’s hand on his thigh. Whilst this thrilled him it was a most unusual Harry tactic, Draco was usually the one to initiate such an approach and usually not in such a public place – not that anyone could see under the tablecloth. He also felt Harry’s mind making contact. The message was of unfulfilled lust coupled with what appeared to be a cry for help.
Draco surmised that Harry was feeling especially randy for some reason and responded verbally but quietly: “I didn’t think you were that frustrated by my being away for just one night before, Lover. However, my promise holds true; I will make it up to you tonight. I think any greater public display might get us into hot water just now, so please remove your hand from my balls.”
Harry looked disappointed but did as he was asked and they chatted amiably until it was time to return to work.
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Sometime mid-afternoon, Draco was resting before the final ingredients were put in and he opened the loop to Harry wondering who he was teaching and which charms. Draco got a shock. He was staring out through Harry’s eyes at some underground place. It was not like anything in the Aurorbunker that Draco knew of, and there was this urgent sexual feeling of near but unsatisfied completion. This time the cry for help was unmistakeable. There was just time to put in the final ingredients before dashing off to the gallery of the Aurorbunker.
When Draco arrived he saw Harry doing his usual thing of walking round and assisting trainees to right their mistakes. Draco shrugged and thought that the previous sending was some prank of Harry’s imagination. Slightly cross, Draco went back to his lab and bottled up the remedial potion ready for owling to St Mungo’s.
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