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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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[Note: “x-x” = speech & ‘x-x’ = thoughts & *x-x* = telepathy & #x-x# Parseltongue]
(Drugs and sexual torture)
~~~EXHIBITION~~~
The procession was quiet and very dignified making four complete rounds before entering the Phrontistery’s Inner Sanctum between the pylons. There were steps up to the dais on top of the dolmens and, as they reached it, the Reds plus the Blakes moved to stand on the left-hand side whilst the Greens plus the Guardians moved to stand on the right. The Whites ascended the platform and turned to face the throng of reds and blacks with an occasional solitary white as well.
#Do we have peace?# asked the White Seer.
#WE HAVE PEACE# roared back the congregation.
#Is that peace secured?#
#IT IS SECURED, MOST PUISSANT SEER.#
#Are all participants present?#
#ALL SEERS AND SAGES WITH RIGHTS OF PRESENCE ARE ASSEMBLED.#
#Then let us commence our Ceremony of Statutes. Sacred Guardian thou hast a supplication to place?#
#Yea Most Puissant Seer, we encompass such a supplication.#
#Proceed with thy supplication.#
#As is cognisant to this assembly, Harry James Potter hath demonstrated supremacy over the latest emergence of malevolence. In accordance with the greatest of the previous deceased protagonists he hath increased himself fourfold. Therefore, in accordance with thy statutes thou shouldst settle upon this new quartet thy support and we some supplemental powers. This is our supplication.#
#Is this the spirit of the participants?#
#IT IS THE SPIRIT OF THOSE PRESENT.#
#Then we endorse its performance.#
At the prompting of their reds, the Blakes ascended the Dais from one side and the guardians from the other. Once they were grouped the white dragons unfurled their wings to create an enveloping canopy heavily scented with roses. Under this the guardians bestowed the other gifts in absolute silence, by the placing of hands on heads, shoulders and breasts.
The canopy withdrew.
#Puissant Sages show thyselves.#
As if lifted by unseen hands, the four Blakes rose into the air. Draco noticed that the borders of their garments now had sparkling jewels adorning them and their effulgencies seemed to be glowing more. An enormous roar of approval took place, and, at the same time, hundreds of dragon flames shot upwards, dissolving the many hued dome.
*At last you have come into your true inheritance,* Fawkes sang.
The girls were surprised because they could now hear him internally in the same way that the boys had previously.
As the foursome descended, Merlin was heard chuckling:
“The muggles will think another volcano has erupted. Not that it really matters; this place is in the hollow of an extinct one anyway. Enjoy your new powers but use them wisely. Be guided by Fawkes, he is very wise.”
“Draco and Astoria will be the most proficient in making Portals, Seers. Draco’s air skills will need to be combined with Astoria’s earth talents.” Morgana continued: “Harry’s Fire abilities have been added to.”
“Ginevra’s water dexterity will stand you in great stead,” said Arthur.
“As you get older you will find that you can fade into the background more easily, as Albus was able,” added Merlin
“We suggest you build on your portal network; it will be much easier now with your enhanced powers,” said Morgana: “We chose wings and invisibility, as did some of the previous sages; you have chosen portals and disguise, just as our predecessors did.”
“Do not forget to introduce Astoria and Ginevra to Hendy,” reminded Guinevere.
At this the four Guardians began to melt, eventually disappearing from sight.
“Um … Now we have a lot more to worry about.”
“Never mind Harry, you have us to support you, and like the round table knights we have the Dumbledorians.” Astoria gave a glum Harry a big hug. “Hey! you smell of oranges!”
“You smell strongly of mint, Tor.”
A sniffing session took place; Draco and Ginevra were found to be smelling of lemon and rosemary respectively, however their odoriferous senses soon faded.
“Who’s Hendy?” asked Ginevra.
As they walked back Harry tried to explain. Draco just held his lover’s hand; sending comfort and support through the link. Ginevra soon cottoned on and added her support as well. All four of them went into a supportive huddle as they walked back to their sanctuary.
After quarter of an hour’s communing Rhysiart’s Reds came to collect the Blakes and the party made their way back, flying to the hidden lake.
It was three in the morning when Siggy served them hot chocolate and cream cake in the lounge car.
~~~ TUESDAY 17^TH AUGUST: [near Brašov: 08.20 – Bucuresti Nord: 11.00] ~~~
By now the Blakes were used to the motion of the carriages so they were not awoken by their departure from the dragon sanctuary. Sometime about eleven they came-too, noticing that the train was moving in reverse whilst they ate a late light breakfast. They spent the time between then and lunch telling their colleagues as much as was advisable about the happenings of the previous night. They showed their friends the vestments they had received.
Whilst the rest of the party went for a brief look at Bucharest city the Blakes sat in the lounge car practicing their newfound skills aided by phoenixian interjections. They tried communing silently and testing the extra strength of their new powers. They had to learn to differentiate between each person sending, because their mind talk had a different inflection to each other’s normal spoken word. They also found out that their Parseltongue dialects had been enhanced. Harry retained his snake affinity but had been overtaken by Ginny in the bird language. They found that she could converse with the pigeons on the station platforms, that is when they had time to stop chattering about where to find crumbs and which male was currently fucking which female. Fawkes told Draco that his dialect would be mirror the one the Satyrs used, whereas Astoria had been gifted with Dragon-speak. Fawkes also said that they would be able to converse mentally with certain special beings such as Orcas and Pan as well as their designated owls.
~~~ WEDNESDAY 18^TH AUG. ~~~
Bucuresti Nord: 14.00 (Tue) – Istanbul Sirkeci: 08.45 (Wed)
A late lunch was held as they set off attached to another international train. Fired by Ronald’s enthusiasm the rest of the party wanted to learn more Parseltongue and some of the different dialects. Kreacher had also caught on and, during the stay at the Dragon Sanctuary, had managed to apparate to the Palazzo Pevrello in order to use the portals. With some of the other elves he brought back the copies of the lexicon as well as some clothes which various people had indicated they would like. The result was that Parseltongue lessons and dialect alterations to the lexicon became all the rage. On Hermione’s insistence Kreacher had brought back Erwin and Regent and, with them, she started an owl converse dictionary running in parallel to the various Parseltongue dialects she was transcribing.
After dinner Draco, egged on silently by the other Blakes, called a halt to the proceedings, insisting that they have some recreation. Pouts and long faces were soon forgotten as they settled down to a game of ‘truth or dare’. Problem was that the ‘truth’ part was totally unrevealing as they had long ago lost their inhibitions with each other; however, the dares became more and more outrageous as time wore on. One prank had Harry, dared by Draco, climbing out of one window, crawling across the roof and in through its opposite. An off-duty Iggy angrily put his foot down about that, telling Harry how irresponsible he was, especially when tunnels were looming ahead. Secretly, via their new perceptions, the Blakes knew that Harry had been in no danger but felt that that revelation was not pertinent at this present moment and so he tried to look contrite.
*You were foolhardy my sons, for that you must undergo some harrowing. Draco should not have suggested the dare and Harry should not have taken it up. My new daughters have better sense.*
Chastened, the party retired to bed earlier than planned. It did have its upside however, Draco was very sympathetic. Harry thought he had never undergone so many different positions for making love and was thoroughly worn out at the end of the session. Draco was little better and, through their new mind-links to Ginevra and Astoria, found their spouses having equally steamy sex. By midnight everyone was hugging in exhausted sleep.
~~~ BAZAAR 18^th ~~~
Early morning mist obscured the outskirts of Istanbul as the group ate breakfast on the move. However, by the time they were ready to go exploring the sun had burnt most of it off. There was such a variety of things that people wanted to see or do that the party split up into small groups. Harry had no real burning preferences and so went along with Draco’s suggestions. Hermione dragged Ronald off to the book bazaar, Astoria and Ginevra wanted to look at the Topkapi Palace with its associated Harem. Dean and Seamus had a long list of architectural structures they wanted to see, including the Yerebatan Saray Cistern.
Draco first took Harry to see the golden domes of Aya Sofia and then they took a short walk alongside the Egyptian/Roman monoliths and into the Blue Mosque. Having done their ecclesiastical sightseeing, they wandered around the market area. As well as the purpose built arched and arcaded bazaars, there were many bustling side streets, crammed with colourful open fronted shops. Our pair were intrigued by the variety of things for sale; losing themselves in the wonder of it all. Unfortunately, they also lost themselves in the maze of twisting alleyways as well; receiving only partially understood directions when trying to extricate themselves. Eventually a seemingly friendly gent offered to lead them towards the railway station. He took many small alleyways and curious courts all teeming with colourful items for sale. More than once one of the pair was tempted to buy something, but the other managed to dissuade him. Draco looked at his watch and pointed out the nearness of lunchtime to Harry, they began to grow worried as to their obsequiously willing guide’s real motives.
“Not far to go, now,” the gent replied, when he was asked; as he led them down another narrow alley flanked by carpet shops.
Draco slowed down, looking at the many patterns; Harry dawdled too admiring the intricate weaving; both of them caught up in considering where the carpets might go. They knew Grimmauld Place needed some new ones because quite a few were almost threadbare. As usual, the shopkeepers were accosting them asking them to buy, pushing rolls of carpets into their path in order to tempt them. Harry had to agree with his lover that some of the designs were indeed beautiful. They paused outside one likely looking emporium; having been almost forcibly detained by its owner.
*Par for the course, wouldn’t you say? I almost expected to be grabbed by the last seller.*
*Um … Yes … But they do look good.*
“Would sirs like to come inside? In our showroom we have many more lovely patterns,” the proprietor oiled.
Draco looked at his watch and shrugged: *There’s still plenty enough time, we could always buy something to eat; let’s do it.*
Harry concurred and told their guide where they were going. He got a strangely eager look back, but thought it was because the guide would get a monetary backhander from the proprietor for bringing new customers to the shop. The shopkeeper was most anxious to please, unrolling carpet after carpet for the male Blakes to admire. Harry particularly liked one with many small animals depicted round its borders; remarking that it would look good in the tapestry room at Grimmauld Place. Sensing a sale, the proprietor offered them some Turkish coffee and small sweet cakes. Being close to lunch-time the boys accepted. Whilst they sipped the shopkeeper found other carpets with animal and bird depictions and unrolled them for the pair to admire.
A sudden drowsiness hit both wizards. Before they could react; they were out cold.
~~~ DISPLAY ~~~
Harry came-too in one of the many steamy hamams, lying on a massage table. Still quite woozy, he felt a razor being applied to his chest.
“W-what are you doing?”
“No need to worry yourself, dearie,” said the muscle-bound masseur: “Just preparing you for later. My … You do look delicious; I could almost take a bite out of you.”
Harry tried to sit up, having heard strange tales about middle-eastern men and apprehensive that the attendant might just try eating him, but found he was bound to the table quite securely. He seemed to be wearing some kind of collar. His hands were held out parallel to his head and when he squirmed his head round to look, he found that they were snapped into a yoke; all he could do was waggle his elbows and fingers. His ankles were strapped two feet apart and, after flexing them he decided there was a pole fixed in between them. Anxiously he tried to contact Draco using their mind-meld but seemed to hit a barrier. His attempt at thaumaturgy was also useless. That worried him even more.
“Stop it; I don’t want to be shaved like this.”
“You will be shaved, lovely, whether you like it or not. If you shake around like this, I might cut you, now be a good little boy and lie still. If you don’t, I shall just have to put you to sleep again.”
The attendant was now further down Harry’s torso, nearing those delicate parts that Harry had no wish to be harmed. Harry decided to wait; hoping that, as the drugged mists cleared, the contact with Draco or the girls might be forthcoming. He stared round as much as he could; the room was tiled in swirling designs of subtle reds and blues. There was a tiled bench on which various barbering implements stood; it appeared to have a basin with steam coming out of it. Every now and again he tried the thaumic barrier; at first it seemed immovable, but later it seemed to give slightly, or it could have been his overactive and hopeful imagination.
As the masseur dealt with Harry’s delicate bits, the slippery fingers pulled and prodded for the razor to remove much of Harry’s pubic hair. The slippery fingers had another effect also, one which Harry tried hard not to let affect him. Affect him it did, however, and the masseur turned and smiled at Harry.
“That’s more like it, ducky; you’re getting into the spirit of things. We thought you were well endowed; the clients will just love you.”
‘Merlin … What have we got ourselves into?’ though Harry as the attendant shaved his legs. He tried the mind-meld; he thought that the barrier gave slightly, but no contact came. Then he tried some wandless magic again, whatever he had been given to drink, made that part of his mind muzzy. He knew from past experience that a clear head was absolutely essential to enacting inaudible spells; thus, his present cotton-wool brain refused to work the necessary thaumaturgy.
Harry felt the shackles on his ankles being manipulated, he thought he might kick his captor, but the bloke was up to those kinds of tricks and strong enough to overcome the captive’s antics. All that happened was that Harry’s feet were twisted so that his knees crossed painfully. In order to ease the hurt he had to twist his lower body sideways. This was just what the bloke wanted; grabbing the head-yoke he turned that. Harry found himself on his front and his jailer starting to shave his rear aspects. Harry, now face down, could buck more easily.
“Stop that, chicken.” SLAP, SLAP, SLAP… … … … …
Harry supposed that his stinging bum should now be glowing red, but he carried on wriggling. The masseur got fed up with his client; grabbing Harry’s balls.
Harry gasped at the pain as they were squeezed. Then he realised that the bloke was tying something round them.
“Hump like that again, my beauty, and you’ll castrate yourself.”
Harry felt the tug as the cord, or whatever it was, when it was fastened tightly to some part of the table. He found that if he lay quite still, pressing his stomach to the table, the cord did not bite his into flesh quite as much. Even breathing tightened the bond. Harry fought for control over his temper, spending his time storing up interesting retributive tortures for the person who was at present in charge of him. He tried the mind-meld again; it still bounced back, but with slightly more give. Then he felt the bloke massaging him with a sickly-sweet smelling oil; a scent that he imagined cheap tarts might wear.
The attendant spent a lot of time oiling his buttocks and perineum. If Draco had been doing this, Harry would have been panting in anticipation of penetration. Instead, he scowled into the table; trying to douse his lascivious tendencies, but his sphincter had ideas of its own.
“You must like this, dearie, it’s winking at me.”
Harry tried to clench, but his well-massaged and now putty-like bum muscles refused to co-operate. Then he felt a finger enter; soon there were two stretching him but avoiding his pleasure spot. Something round and smooth followed and Harry prepared himself to be raped; relaxing so that as little damage as possible would be made to his internal organs.
It was not the man’s cock; Harry surmised that it was a curved dildo when it touched his erogenous place. Inexplicably, the bloke did not play with it. Harry felt the rope round his balls being eased so he arched up to ease his aching muscles and he started to lose the rigidity in his boner, too. This was just what the bloke wanted. Another strap surrounded Harry’s balls; quite tight but not as cutting as before. The bloke felt round Harry’s waist, and then the captive experienced a belt being secured. The bloke fiddled around some more, fitting things on to, what Harry supposed, was a harness.
“You may get up now, lovely. Have a look at yourself in the mirror.”
Harry felt the shackles holding him to the table loosen and the man drag his feet round to its side. However, neither the yoke nor the pole ankle fastenings were slackened. It was very difficult manoeuvring without hands to balance him. Harry managed to sit up and then sort of slide off the table until he was standing with his legs held apart by the bar at his ankles. He got a good look at his captor, muscles everywhere, a leather waistcoat and tight breeches, with a leather half mask hiding his features.
‘Merlin, I’ve seen this scenario on some of those BDSM DVD’s Seamus was playing last year,’ came to mind, as Harry waddled along the floor towards a set of angled full-length mirrors. Positioning himself, Harry could see both front and rear views. His hair was set in cute little curls, with an almost hairless body; his pubic hair had been shortened and the patch reduced in size making him look about sixteen.
Harry looked at the harness he was dressed in, although undressed would have been a better epithet. The belt had two boxes on it, one front and one rear. Each box had a target painted on it. The front box was wide and had two strips of leather leading down to a cock-ring beneath his balls, creating a framing triangle which showed off his belly sensuously. At the back the box had two wires travelling down the strap which held the dildo in place. There was a further strap, which Harry could feel between his upper thighs, joining the ring round his balls to the insert.
“I’ll show you what happens when the target is struck, shall I?” The bloke pushed the rear one; the dildo started to buzz against Harry’s prostate, and his knees buckled slightly at the thrill.
When the buzzing stopped, Harry now was half hard. The bloke pushed the front target. The straps connecting the box to his balls started to alternately pull and slacken so that his prick started to wave in a circle. That added more strength to his erection. The bloke pushed both at once, Harry’s boner hardened to a glistening purple prong. A number of these applications and the captive’s balls lifted and he shot several spurts of spunk before beginning to slacken.
Harry was panting, and his throat was dry: “Please may I have something to drink, I’m parched.”
“I have just the thing here.”
Harry began to doubt whether his request had been a good idea and closed his lips when the bloke put a beaker full of orange juice to his mouth.
“Having second thoughts, chipmunk? You’re going to drink it whether you like to or not.” The bloke grabbed Harry’s nose, squeezing it to cut the air off.
After a minute Harry had to open his mouth to breathe and the bloke poured some liquid in. Harry had to swallow or choke, so he swallowed. The bloke hit the dildo button and Harry gasped, so he swallowed some more. Eventually the whole beaker-full was inside. Harry expected the fuzziness to increase; there might have been a hint. What did increase, though, was his erection; it turned dark red with a shiny purple head topping it. He had heard of this reaction and supposed it was Viagra.
A bell rang.
“Showtime, Glorious; come with Daddy.”
The bloke clipped a leash onto the front of the yoke and started pulling. Harry had to follow or fall flat on his nose. He waddled after his captor wondering what was next. Luckily for Harry there were no steps, but the hallways were labyrinthine. The noise of oriental music and laughing people grew louder and louder, increasingly overcoming the noise of the slaps of Harry’s bare feet on the tiles.
Suddenly the mind-meld gave, and his mate’s sending came through: *I’m shaved and hot.* sent Draco, then the mental-mist came down again. Harry tried to reply but got nowhere, so he supposed that his lover was in the same predicament.
Two more masked assistants were there, so were some circular coops; looking very much like man-sized owl cages. Harry was manhandled into one of these and his yoke slotted into a circular runway at shoulder height. There were wheels on the yoke’s end, which were clamped to the runway, meaning that he could turn reasonably easily without worrying about catching his fists on the bars. However, it did stop him bending down. The cage door was locked, and Harry wondered what would happen next.
He had not long to wait. A mechanism whirred; a door opened and in came a filled cage. Inside was a sobbing auburn-haired young man, his prick was as hard as Harry’s, and he was panting. The floor of his cage showed Harry just why he was panting; it was covered in creamy splurges of spunk.
One of the attendants pulled the young man’s cage out of the way; the other one pushed Harry’s cage into its place on some sort of track. Another door opened, and Harry began his journey.
He was in a big, domed, circular room. In the centre were people dancing – all males, he thought, although exact recognition was difficult. There were a number of cages making a slow progress round the perimeter of the room on a sort of railway. Most of the activity was centred on these. Harry soon found out why.
The cage was almost big enough for Harry to avoid the arms being thrust between the bars to feel his attributes, or to push the targets. The problem was that he was unable to see what was happening behind him. If he pulled his bum back too far to avoid a ball-groping hand one of the punters could push the button for the vibrating dildo thus causing him to arch forward. His first spewing was entirely unaided; however, as his legs were a little shaky afterwards, he failed to avoid a frontal grope.
It seemed that there were some rules; once a punter had hold of his prick all the others had to withdraw their arms because a series rising curved glass barriers forced them to. The thick base Harry had noticed not only covered the wheels but had the motors for energising these shields. That particular punter then had the sole right to caress or push buttons as he wanted, placing tokens in a slot to keep his barrier open. The fingers of one hand stroked and tickled whilst the other hand gripped the base of Harry’s cock. It was not at all rough and Harry found himself enjoying what was happening. Once he had shot his load, the punter’s shutter came up and Harry had five minutes respite. Although all the punters could still see him through the glass and make suggestive remarks, some of which were in a language he understood.
The cage had moved to a new position when the glass retreated, and the fun started all over again. Harry had worked out that if he spun, using the yoke’s runway, then the groping hands would fail to catch anything. That worked for a while until he became dizzy and a punter caught his leg as it passed. The enterprising man then used his other hand to grip Harry’s balls, and the shutters came up. This punter played with Harry’s balls and kept the dildo buzzing. Harry wanted him to touch his prick, but ether the man did not understand him, or he was sadistic. Harry bucked and arched displaying his fit anatomy for all to ogle. He blushed at the bawdy comments that were being made about him. After about ten minutes he came again.
During the next five-minute break Harry looked around. In the cage following him was his mate. Someone had hold of Draco’s prick and he was giving a fine show of dimpling buttocks and heaving belly. Then Harry’s shutters slithered open.
After five minutes of avoidance he was in another punter’s hands. This one squeezed his glans; holding his hand steady. The other hand pushed the front button making Harry fuck the punters fist. By now his glans was very sensitive. Even when the punter stopped pushing the button, Harry’s automatic sex drive took over as his legs spasmed in time to his gyrations. It took longer for him to reach a climax, but the thrill of it made him shout himself hoarse.
Harry quivered through his next rest period. He soon lost to another punter. This one put in some extra tokens and obtained a prick pump. It had flexible washer-like discs inside, which stroked every part of Harry’s scarlet prong. He thought it was like a mechanical anus with the sucking of an expert blow job added as an extra thrill. Harry was thankful for the yoke when he blew. He knew that his spasming leg muscles would no longer support him.
After the next rest period every inch of his lower body was now sex-sensitive. When the shutters came down the next groper was truly sadistic. He just stroked the insides of Harry’s thighs. Harry was in paroxysms of joy; the caressed thighs connected their thrill to his cock. He arched and bucked as his muscles shuddered in sexual overload. Whatever he had been given to drink gave its all to the last enormous splurges of spunk. Like the auburn-haired lad, the floor of Harry’s cage was now slick with the creamy slime and Harry was sobbing and panting in sensual overdrive.
He had another rest period, and, judging by the position of the cages, just one more session to undergo. Problem was that the elixir was beginning to wear off and his prick starting to droop slightly. That was soon rectified when the glass slid down. A number of hands shot through the bars all aiming for his erogenous zone. Harry had little energy left to avoid them. Both targets were hit simultaneously and with a guttural gasp Harry’s appendage rose again. The hands fought over his now quite slippery stake as one hand gripped another fist pulled it off. The slipperiness also excited Harry’s purple mushroom; so he gasped and bucked. The tussle was won by a punter grapping his balls and linking his hands together, so they could not be pulled off.
“Har har har!” the bloke smirked evilly, took a large puff of his cigar and blew the smoke into Harry’s face.
Harry closed his smarting eyes momentarily, coughing from the accidentally inhaled smoke. He also heard the sound of many tokens going into the slot. As he opened his eyes again another cloud of smoke hit his face. Dreading another smoky assault Harry kept his eyes closed. He felt a clamp latch on to his nuts and screamed as it nipped him. He had to open his eyes then, only to receive more smoke. He glimpsed the bloke’s hand holding a metal prod before closing his watering eyes.
“Har har har har!” The bloke had his glans in hand and was pushing the probe inside Harry’s glans lips. Then the tingling started, not excessive but quite definitely low voltage electricity. This probe was attached to his belt, holding his prick upright. The bloke’s digits stopped fondling and deposited a token in a different slot. The shock was intense, Harry’s stomach retracted, and his knees jerked throwing his clamped balls forward. That shock hit the right spot too and Harry could feel his balls start to internally churn.
Another coin and another shock, despite the clamp his balls started to rise into firing position.
“Har har har har har!”
Shock and spunk merged, as his ejaculate came out of the top it lubricated the probe, at the same time his erection diminished and flopped off the probe’s end. All Harry could do was quiver, limply hanging from the yoke. He dribbled cum onto the cage floor as it moved towards the door, with the glass slides stopping further interference.
The mind-mist cleared: *We know where you are, Seamus and Dean saw you performing. Just hang on for quarter of an hour.* Harry heard Ginevra’s voice in his head.
*Draco will have finished by then, so we’ll be in the back somewhere. We’re naked and have been given Viagra. I’m worn out and totally naked,* Harry sent back.
*We’ll have something interesting to look at, then.* Harry felt the giggle in Astoria’s sending.
In the back-room Harry was taken out of his cage and the yoke, bar and harness taken off. He was forced to drink more of the orange and his overused prick started to harden once more. Juddering, he was carried into a room with an enormous bed. Harry quailed, as he thought he was going to become a male prostitute and fucked for the owner’s profit. Then he squinted again and saw that the bed was half full of naked young men, all erect and all snoring loudly. He was cast in place next door to a red-head and started to doze. Harry came out of his haze when Draco was dumped down next to him, so they snuggled and promptly went to an exhausted sleep. Neither of them had energy for any form of communication, or clarity enough to try any form of non-verbal magic.
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