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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.

Chapter List
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- 14
[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
(Enforced thaumic masturbation, retributive sex, group groping, thaumically delayed emissions.)
~~~ MALFOY ~~~
In his room at the manor, Draco managed three more chapters before Sonny came to remind him that he was due to change for dinner.
“It is to be a formal one, Master Draco; I will lay out your dress clothes whilst you are in the bathroom. Which set do you require?”
Draco chose the dark blue outfit and departed to carry out his ablutions.
Sonny helped the quivering Draco into his clothes, making sure that the bow tie was properly fastened; something Draco’s shaking hands were not able to accomplish. The second gong sounded and a spruce Malfoy scion emerged from his suite.
Several equivalently attired guests were appearing out of their doors, all were dressed in a sober fashion, and Draco felt quite pleased he had chosen the dark blue, because it blended in with the others’ clothes. On reaching the ante room the throng milled around. The double doors opened and Draco beheld three people in the receiving line. Narcissa was first, then his father, and last of all an elegantly dressed scaly monster – at least that was Draco’s first impression.
He joined the queue of guests which slowly shuffled forward. Draco noted that his father and mother received a very slight nod of the head when shaking hands, but Voldemort expected a much deeper bow – even going as far as to hex one death-eater who was too lax in his obsequiousness. Not last in the line; Draco was introduced; the scaly hand shaking his was cold and clammy.
“You have a very pretty son, Lucius, one whom I must get to know more deeply.”
“Yes, My Lord, he is available at your command.”
“Of course Lucius, that is what I expect of the offspring of my loyal followers. I shall expect you to attend my suite, Draconius, this evening once the meal is over.”
Draco shivered: “Yes My Lord, it will be a pleasure.”
“I do hope that shiver was of anticipation and not dread?”
Draco was not Malfoy trained for nothing and smiled what he hoped appeared to be a sincere smile: “Of anticipation, My Lord, what else?”
“Mmm … We shall see.”
Draco moved along the table looking for his place. Once he had found it he stood behind the chair – as the others were doing – waiting for the guest of honour to take his place. Draco was slightly shocked that Voldemort had taken the host’s place instead of his father who was in the honoured guest’s place. Not that many of the assembly registered the slight.
As well as making polite conversation during the drawn-out meal Draco noted the relevant positions of importance in the hierarchy. Severus was there, well up in the ranking; most of the people Draco knew by sight, from previous political functions, but this was a new mix; these were the avid supporters, the ones the Dark Lord supposed he could rely on. They were an unsavoury bunch, Draco thought, all bent on their own political or social aggrandisement. To take his mind off the approaching interview he imagined which ones might be the weakest links.
The ladies retired with Narcissa and the remaining men moved into the billiards room; not that there was much attention paid to the game in progress. The discussion became coarse with quite a few references to fornication; that was not what Draco expected. He was used to the ins and outs of politics or Quidditch as after dinner discussions. He was surprised by the viciousness of some of the re-told encounters and the way the listeners gloated over the details. This was a very disturbing turn of events, especially when some of the descriptions were exciting parts of his body that he wanted to keep under tight control. His father appeared in a new light; a brutal light that Draco wished had not shone so brightly.
“Come along young man. It is time for your interview,” Voldemort’s sibilant voice brought Draco out of his disgusted reverie.
“Yes, My Lord.” Draco put on a brave smile and followed the hideous presence from the room.
~~~ INTERVIEW ~~~
Draco followed Voldemort up a flight of stairs and into the principal guest suite. The Dark Lord sat in an easy chair and Draco presumed that he could, too.
“Did I give you permission to sit?”
Draco hastily rose again: “Sorry, My Lord, I thought … …”
“… … You are not here to think; you are here to obey. Do you understand?” the Dark Lord replied tersely.
“Y-y-yes M-my Lord.” Draco shivered again feeling very awkward as snake eyes carefully eyed him up and down. He felt like a piece of meat hanging from a butcher’s hook
“Come and stand close to my chair.” Voldemort’s eyes glittered menacingly
In trepidation Draco moved towards the scaly beast.
“Let me see your hands.”
The blond held them out and Voldemort caught hold of each one in turn. Holding a hand by its finger tips he would run another finger all over the hand in question. When he did so a curious tingling effect affected the place where he touched; lingering for a few seconds afterwards. Draco had heard of muggles receiving electric shocks and wondered if this is what they felt like.
“Kneel down, Boy.” Now the blond was feeling worried.
Voldemort transferred his exploring fingers to Draco’s head. The blond’s hair stood on end at the beast’s behest, falling back into an unkempt mass once that part of the exploration was over. Draco’s lips were extra sensitive and he felt as though he was being kissed by the fingers – quite erotic. His ears were next, one of the Malfoy scion’s erogenous zones.
“I see you like that sensation, Boy.” Voldemort looked straight at the growing bulge in Draco’s well-cut trousers.
“Y-y-yes M-my Lord.” He tried to will his growing erection quiescent, but to no avail.
“Perhaps you should loose the snake from its confines.”
“What!!!!!” Draco looked horrified.
“Stand up. Drop your trousers, Boy, immediately; or I shall be angry.” Draco felt a painful surge of the tingling in his neck, which was where the fingers were just then.
Draco stood hastily and fumbled around with his belt, his nervous fingers unable to make headway.
Oh! For Merlin’s sake, Boy; Exuero Te!”
Draco’s clothes disappeared and he stood naked with a half woody pointing at Voldemort’s face. He went to cover up his pubes.
“Hands by your side, Boy! Mmm … I had heard that you were well endowed. Let me see how well.” The finger ran its tip slowly from Draco’s balls to his glowing glans and by the time the nail reached the slit, the blond was fully erect and shiny. His cock was engulfed in the tingling sensation and Draco’s abdominal muscles started to pulse rhythmically. Voldemort watched the display gloatingly, still stroking the blond’s crimson cock with the tip of one finger. The abject shame Draco felt for being an object of prurient staring was swamped by the delightful feelings building up inside his body.
Draco was almost there, his balls moved up into position.
Voldemort poked the tip of his finger into Draco’s glans-eye: “Obstructo!”
Draco felt little difference as his juices prepared to burst forth … Only they did not. There was some sort of blockage in the meatus. The blond felt his fluids move up his urethra but they had no outlet and more pulses were following the first detained spurt. The feeling was incredible – one of continuous orgasm mingled with the tingling that Voldemort’s finger still induced. Draco’s muscles lost all their co-ordination, his breath came out in gasps and his body began to spasm. Despite his wild fluctuations one part of his body remained absolutely still – the mushroom seemed to be glued to the tip of the beast’s static finger.
The paroxysms grew worse; Draco lost all control over his body and he mewled in delighted horror at the sensuous saturnalian feelings he was enduring. He would have collapsed onto the ground but for the fact of that scaly finger touching his shaft. Somehow he found his feet had left the ground, almost as though he were being Mobilicorpussed, and he floated, convulsing, above the leering dark lord’s knees. There was no way the recipient could mouth pleas for release, or even swear; for the sole focus of his attention was on the horrible horny, excruciatingly exotic, seductive sensations centred on his pubic area.
Voldemort enjoyed his power over the delightfully beautiful young male and ogled the contortions that the body was making. He knew that if he continued too long the captive would have irreparable harm done to his mind and physique. He wanted to be able to enjoy this young man’s attention for many months to come; whereas, if this had been a muggle, he would have continued the torture right to its end in possible madness or even death. After all – they were expendable – beautiful young pure-blood mages were not.
As the Dark Lord released the curse he also cast a ‘Scourgify’ on the resultant fountain of sperm which emerged from the blond’s pulsating prick. He lowered the body onto the floor and watched his new cadet convulse on the carpet. Draco’s body was still undergoing uncoordinated spasms which slowly coalesced into gyrations of a more sexual nature. The beast turned the young man so that his leaking cock was being thrust into the pile of the carpet, and his open legs faced the glittering eyes. At each thrust Draco gasped and lifted his arse, giving the beast occasional glimpses of a pink target. Voldemort was mature enough to postpone the pleasures that awaited him between those two downy cheeks until another time, but Draco had another orgasm.
Once Draco became aware of his surroundings he sat up carefully: P-p-please M-m-my L-l-lord m-may I r-rise?”
“You may, and I wish you to dress now … Your clothes are in the pile over there.”
Voldemort watched two delightful fleshy orbs as Draco walked over to the other side of the room. The blond chose his boxers and drew them on. The beast had some further entertainment when his cadet’s under-gear encountered his underpants. Draco found out that his pubes were extremely sensitive to the silken shorts and danced around in almost orgasm – not that there was anything left inside to spurt. The sensation slowly subsided and the blond could put on the rest of his garments.
Draco stood indecisively wondering what the beast wanted him to do next.
“What are you waiting for, Boy? Do you want another session?”
The horror on Draco’s face Voldemort found highly amusing.
“You may go about your business, now.”
“Th-thank you My Lord.” Draco bowed to the beast and carefully exited the suite.
Before he managed to reach the sanctuary of his room he met his father.
“Well Draconius, did he punish you?”
“S-sort of, Father.”
“Sort of? What do you mean by that? Are you still sore?” Lucius saw his son’s bottom flinch backwards and immediately understood the kind of punishment that had been meted out. The older man’s cane sprang forward between the young man’s slightly parted thighs, eliciting a high-pitched yelp from the recipient when his very tender bits were touched.
“Vibrans!” The cane started to oscillate and Draco sobbed in pain. He endured it for a few minutes with tears forming in his eyes.
“P-please Father, please no more.” Draco tried to grab the cane, but with the last jerk of the stick Lucius withdrew it.
Not only was the teenager smarting down there but he felt his erection returning; so, he carefully placed his hands as a guard over his tenderness.
“You look disgusting like that. No Malfoy should show his hurt in public. Straighten up or I shall have to punish you myself.”
Draco had had instilled into him the Malfoy Code, so he gritted his teeth, and straightened his back, standing to attention and smiling urbanely at his father.
“I suggest you go to your room, Draconius. It will soon be your bed-time.”
Draco wanted to rebel at being treated like a little boy once again, but wisely decided the hurt was not worth it; so, he inclined his head to Paterfamilias and wished him a good-night.
Once he had carefully undressed Draco went into his bathroom, chose various relaxing unguents and poured them liberally into his bath. The resultant bubbles began to pour over its side before the bath was half full. Even more oozed onto the tiled floor as the young blond climbed in. He sank gratefully into the hot water, clearing a hole in the encompassing bubbles so that he could breathe. Three heating charms and an hour later Draco decided it was time to rise out of the receding matt of froth and took to his bed. Sometime in the middle of the night he awoke from a very pleasant dream and had to use Scourgify. In the dream, he had Harry in his power and was doing very much the same as Voldemort had done to Draco.
Voldemort saw Draco at lunch time the following day. Nothing was said until they were walking out of the dining room.
“I shall wish to see you again after dinner, Boy. I expect you to be naked when you enter my suite.”
“Y-yes My Lord.” Draco was horrified at the thought of walking through the Manor in his birthday suit and it must have showed on his face; or else the beast had Legillimensed his thoughts.
“You may come in your cloak, but must remove it as you enter.”
“Th-thank you My Lord.”
As there was in Harry, there was a perverse side in Draco too. Although he dreaded the encounter to come, his hormones kept energising his libido and part of him knew he would enjoy the approaching session. He kept getting a semi erection every time he thought about it.
After dinner, he went to his room stripped and applied a soupcon of eau-de-nil before donning his cloak and wandering barefoot to the Dark Lord’s suite. He knocked and was bid to enter. Swiftly he entered and as he closed the door removed the cloak. He was already half hard in anticipation and, as he walked towards Voldemort, his erection increased.
“I see you appreciate my ministrations, Boy. We’ll start again with Obstructo shall we? I think it’s time to meet my familiar. Nagini was a little put out when I cleaned away your emissions yesterday.” The snake’s head leered over the beast’s shoulder.
Draco shuddered, wondering what that would mean. However, he had neared the chair and the finger buzzing had begun.
V: *You like this, don’t you, Boy*?
Draco jumped when Voldemort’s voice sounded inside his head. It was much clearer than when Harry had practiced with him. D: *Yes, Master*.
V: *You are a quick learner, Boy*.
Draco felt the beast rummaging through his memories. Draco was better than Harry at blocking, but Voldemort had caught him off guard and was already past his defences.
V: *So … You had some sort of exploration with Harry Potter, did you*?
D: *Yes Master, but it didn’t last. He thought I was plotting against him and severed the arrangement we had*. Draco bucked as he neared fruition,
V: *Mmm … Good … I want you to harass him more this next year. I also want to pretend that I’m not around whilst I build up my supporters. It would suit my purposes if you could undermine his credibility. That stupid Minister is also unwittingly helping me. Potter’s confidence must be undermined so that I can influence him. You’d like to help me in that, wouldn’t you*?
“Uh-h-h-h! Oh-h-h yes-s-s-s Mas-s-ster.” Draco had reached completion and was enjoying the sensations despite there being no outlet for his juices.
#You may play now Nagini. He has already produced a supply and I will release it once he is ready for another emission. I shall be able to tell, the silly boy he has allowed me into his mind and I have an anchor in there now#.
#Thank you, Master. I shall enjoy the escapade and its results#.
Voldemort moved his hands around to stroke Draco’s fuzzy mounds at the same time Nagini leaned forward and its tongue shot out to feather-caress Draco’s shining smooth mushroom. A sharp intake of breath showed the blond’s appreciation of the doubly seductive stroke of the forked ends; they also supplied the buzzing feeling.
Draco now had the vibrations stroking his glans as well as from the Dark Lord’s fingers exciting his buns. It was agonising bliss; there seemed to be a continuous stream of titillating tremors passing between the serpent and its master. These increased when the snake’s mouth started to swallow the blond’s engorgement. Draco howled in intense but painful enjoyment. This time it was the snake which held the blond in floating suspension, as his prick swelled with the accumulation of unspent ejaculate.
V: *Finite Incantatem*! Draco heard in his mind and he released his sperm into the serpent’s throat. Even when he had finished Nagini kept on working its swallow muscles; exciting Draco beyond endurance until he passed out.
Draco came-to on the carpet, with his slack prick scarlet and hypersensitive. He received permission to retire, retrieved his cloak, bowed and exited the master suite. He was very quiet, hoping that he did not meet anyone, especially Lucius. He reached his door without incident.
“Castigaro!” rang out in his father’s voice.
Immediately Draco felt paddles smacking his arse cheeks. He threw his body forward and his used cock appeared between the folds of his cloak.
“Vibrans!” And the smacking ceased but a fatherly stick started to circle the floppy flesh; enticing it into hardness.
“Please Father, not out here.”
“Will you invite me into your rooms then?”
Draco was in a quandary. He had put up anti-Lucius wards almost as soon as he had been taught them [The Manor had anti detection wards – thus the juvenile use of a wand went undetected]. Once invited in, Lucius would have a right to enter again. In his younger days, having been tied akimbo to the bed-posts for a thrashing Draco was extremely reluctant to let his father enter. Whilst the eternal debate went on, the cane was exciting his genitals. He made his decision.
Draco threw off his cloak and faced his father, all the time recalling a charm Marcus had used to great effect. He felt his spunk readying itself for release, pointed his wand at his prick: “Comprimero me!” and squeezed.
A thin jet of jism spurted out of his son’s appurtenance; travelling much further than Lucius expected. The first one hit him in the left eye and the second chose his right eye. More plastered his face; managing to get inside his nostrils. As he opened his mouth to breathe the final splurge found its way inside. By the time Lucius had recovered, Draco was safe inside his rooms and worrying about what retribution his cruel father would wreak later.
Voldemort had been following what was happening, firstly from the emanations from Draco’s mind and secondly by quietly approaching the incident and seeing its culmination. He admired the boy’s pluck in facing down his father.
Lucius was furious and started firing hexes at Draco’s door.
“I wouldn’t do that Lucius, if I were you. That young man is going to be very useful to me and I will be extremely severe with anyone, including one of his relations, who tries to harm the boy. Now go and clean yourself up or would you prefer Nagini to do it for you?”
“No, My Lord. I’ll clean it up myself, thank you.” Lucius went to walk away.
“On second thoughts, I think Nagini should clean you; Immobulus manum et pedes!”
Lucius froze as the cords engulfed his hands and feet, only just being able to remain upright. Nagini chose an interesting route to mount the living statue. Twining around Lucius’s left leg inside his trousers and bursting out of his hitherto closed flies. Lucius’s trousers descended around his ankles and Nagini’s tongue started to lick the cum off Lucius’s face.
Coiled around Lucius’s abdomen the snake’s tail had little to do so it twitched and explored. Firstly, managing to break the waistband of Malfoy senior’s undergarment, secondly flicking his flagging fidpin into some semblance of hardness and thirdly, sneaking around the back and pushing between the taut buttocks until it found a hole. That the serpent was extremely strong Lucius knew, he realised that he would be penetrated whatever happened. So, to avoid excruciating pain, he relaxed his rectal muscles. Nagini’s tail tip found the Malfoy gland and started to caress it. What had been only semi hard stiffened completely and Lucius began to undulate, shoving his cock out as though he were fucking the air. Nagini and its master kept a glittering eye on the performing phallus and when it was nearing completion the snake went to swallow the pole in preparation for milking.
V: *Boy, come out of your room; I wish to show you something*.
A towel-clad Draco did as he was bid. He saw his father, naked from the waist down, on all-fours upon the carpet. The snake’s tail was in his arse and he was mewling and gyrating sexily with his cock in the serpent’s mouth.
V: *If he attacks you again, Boy, he will spend an hour like this. The second time will be two hours etc. Now pick up his cane and buzz his scrotum*.
D: *Yes, Master* - “Vibrans!”
Lucius yelped when his cane encountered his balls and then sighed as his first ejaculation took place. Only after the second set of spurts was Draco told to stop the treatment. He retired to his room to work off his re-erection in the bathroom as he partook of his foam-filled bath. His father, however, had to give a third collation of cream before Voldemort and Nagini were satisfied.
The following evening after Draco had been worked up to blocked summation Voldemort refused the unblocking charm until an hour had passed. Draco danced around with his crimson cock all shiny in anticipation. The Dark Lord ogled the throbbing instrument and stroked the fuzzy buttocks of his victim. Eventually Nagini was the recipient as before.
That night in bed Voldemort watched Draco’s early morning recurring dream of a helpless Harry with an equivalent sexy torture. In the dream as Draco performed the blocking charm so Voldemort sent the same charm mentally to the blond. Draco only realised its performance when he reached an unfulfilled orgasm later in the dream. Draco used his own fingers to try and release his sperm, but to no avail – there was now a second ejaculation in the queue. Every time he moved, the silken sheet sent him into paroxysms, but the room was chill enough to need some covering. So, he lay under the sheets moaning and trying not to move. Needless to say, the silk managed to excite him enough for a third summation to join the queue.
As dawn approached and after two hours of exquisite agony came: V: *Nagini is outside on your balcony; she will give you release*.
Draco carefully arose, parted the curtains, opened the french-windows and invited the snake inside. The dratted serpent would not enter. After some dithering Draco realised that he had to allow his release to take part on his balcony. Nagini enclosed Draco’s prick and slid up and down it as Draco hung onto the wrought iron railing quaking. On his fourth coming Draco wailed out loud, arresting the dawn chorus for a few seconds. Then Voldemort, via the snake, lifted the embargo and a naked Malfoy scion made a great show of unloading his pent-up love-juice into the serpent’s belly. Only after he had finished and looked around did he realise that he had an audience of early-rising death-eaters [or maybe they were going to bed late].
Scarlet with shame, Draco withdrew his prick from Nagini’s mouth and slunk back into his room amid jeers and catcalls.
After resting awhile, Draco had a late breakfast in his room and covered some homework until lunch time, when he was required to attend in the dining room. After the meal Voldemort insisted that Draco went for a walk in the garden; even going so far as to suggest the route. The young blond soon found out why. Turning a corner into the rose garden he bumped into Runcorn.
“I enjoyed your show earlier today,” Runcorn said as he fondled Draco’s lunch packet: “will you there be another tomorrow?”
Draco extricated himself from the clinch and continued his walk: V: *Don’t think of deviating, Boy*! was conveyed to him, just as he was contemplating a detour.
Draco met four others of Voldemort’s minions … And in very similar circumstances.
Much the same happened the following night except that the blond had to wait longer before the serpent came. Draco thought he would pre-empt things and went onto the balcony early to speed things up. Unfortunately, the french-windows clicked shut behind him [Voldemort had had a hand in this] and the young man had to stand for an hour shivering in the mounting sunlight. Voldemort caused him to display himself fully to the gawking minions. Needless to say, the Malfoy scion was manually propositioned by most of the household during the following day.
As the dinner guests were gathering, Voldemort caused Draco’s seat to be next door. This worried the blond greatly, but he dared not refuse. He found that, in between courses, the beast had a wandering hand. Net result was that Draco had a blocked orgasm whilst sipping his coffee. Going to the Dark Lord’s suite afterwards, Draco was in such a state that he whipped off his cloak, before ascertaining that Voldemort had company. Wormtail enjoyed playing with the blond’s dick for an hour before Nagini swallowed the man-cream.
A week later when Draco came into his room to dress for dinner Sonny was there looking very embarrassed: “I’m sorry Master but the Dark Lord has told me to dress you in these.”
“Tell me?”
“It’s what a normal teenage roman would wear: a tunica.”
Draco shrugged and grimaced: “Oh well, I’d better try it on. There’s no way I can disobey him. He seems to know what I’m thinking.”
“Yes Master, he seems unable to enter our thoughts, thank Merlin.”
Draco undressed and put on the tunica: “Sonny, this seems a bit short. My undershorts will show below the hem.”
“I’m sorry Master, but you are not to wear anything underneath the tunica.”
“Circe’s Calumny, I shall only just be decent standing up. If I bend down everyone will see my arse. If I stretch up they’ll see my pubes. I just hope he doesn’t jinx my penis; everyone will see it lift the hem.”
“Yes Master I know, but many of them have seen your naked display on the balcony more than once. I’m sorry.”
“Yes they have, but somehow this seems more shameful. Blast the beast.”
V: *I heard that, Draconius. You will do as I request. Do you understand*?
D; *Yes My Lord*. Draco indicated to Sonny what he had been told inside his head.
Draco’s worst fears were realised. Nothing happened whilst he was eating apart from a Voldemortian hand smoothing his thighs. When the repast was finished and the so-called gentlemen retired to the billiard room; things went from bad to worse. Draco was surrounded by groping hands. His hard-on lifted the tunica’s hem and he displayed his balls for all to see. At one time, they used the cues to interfere with his genitals; poking at them and bouncing his balls and engorgement; all the time making ribald remarks about their efficacy. Several the death-eaters managed to insert their cues into his anus making him squirm and shout. The blond lost count of the number of times he shot his load; just adding to the raucous ribbing he was receiving.
Another time he was dressed in a girl’s short frock and sent into the women’s boudoir. He wore no panties and Bellatrix soon used her wand to make him dance wildly. Luckily for him, his Mother and her friends were not present; but his aunt’s cronies had a good look at his attributes. In the end, they tied him down on an open chaise-longue and used feathers to tickle his engorgement into fruition. Once he had come they massaged his prick-end making him shudder and squeal in mortification. The final indignity was a game of thirteen pulls: a punter would place a galleon in the dish and have the privilege of masturbating him publicly. Each of the thirteen strokes had to cover his whole length. None of them gave him a straight wank; all of them managed variations of technique; managing to keep him boiling for nearly two hours. Eventually Draco came and the lucky winner, Glacier Scabior, pocketed all the winnings and caressed his knob end until it started to bleed. They left him tied to the furniture until, in the middle of the night, Sonny sneaked in and released him.
For the rest of his holiday Draco never knew what time Voldemort would demand his presence; sometimes physically, sometimes mentally. There were times when a favoured death-eater could play and, towards the end of August, there were days when Draco had to seek out a specific person and beg for relief. However, what was constant was that the length of time between onset and relief lengthened each time. The 29^th to the 30^th of August was the worst … Thirty hours of heightened sexuality before Wormtail gave Draco relief.
On the 31^st Draco had his usual evening naked audience with Voldemort.
“You are catching the train tomorrow?”
“Yes, My Lord.”
“Have you forgotten my instructions?”
“No, My Lord; I am to harass Potter as much as possible and try to undermine his credibility …”
“… And?”
“I am not to divulge that you are truly back with us.”
“Very good … Lasciviens …! Obstructo! There will be someone at Hogwarts who will be able to perform the relief charm. That person is to be given this sealed note and will unblock your passages. At the moment, it is inside a plain envelope; you are not to open or otherwise try to read it until after the sorting feast. Is that clear?”
“Y-yes My Lord!”
“I will be monitoring your thoughts and if I find any infringement this is what will happen.”
Draco felt his pubic area heat up, the pain grew, and he expected flames to engulf his cock at any minute. “P-p-p-please, My Lord, release it, I p-p-promise I will not open it.”
“Very good - Dismissed!” The pain went away, but Draco still had an emission or two pending.
Draco, with his aching hard-on, slept extremely badly that night – and was doubly irritable on the train the following day because of more Voldemort induced emissions pending inside his swelling cock. Just how irritated we know from his reported encounter with Harry and his friends. Like Harry, Draco used a quidditch box to hide his expanded unmentionables.
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