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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: “x-x” = speech & ‘x-x’ = thoughts & *x-x* = telepathy & #x-x# Parseltongue]
~~~CAPTURE~~~
The evening council of war decided to delay the rescue until the following day, because Jimmy was still undetected and had not called for help.
Just after the sun rose two queens trolled into the campsite, asking to see the trio and nattering about firecrackers. Few people were up so Gordon invited them into the reception and sent someone to wake Harry and Draco.
Having had extra sleep the previous day, our pair were just finishing breakfast when the alarm sounded. Crystal ball, then jump on the bed, then supposedly sleepy replies from the preserved images.
Ten minutes later Gordon was properly introduced to Mackenzie and Dirk. They went to the fogou where the operator said that Jimmy was feigning sleep and had scanned the whole of the prison room. The two agents were apprised of the extra help that was available and, whilst the MI5 agent chatted to the operative, Harry and Draco filled in Mackenzie about the magical side of things.
‘Coming – in – two – hours – situation – changed,’ Sent the operative.
“Understood – breakfast – arriving.” Came the reply.
Whilst the little army prepared, the cadre watched the screen. In the prison, small glasses of a white slimy liquid were handed out. Jimmy managed to spit his out unseen. Once the liquid had been digested by the other prisoners they became hard, Jimmy scanned the woody scene.
“Nice – views – I’m – hard – too – milking – time – again.”
Draco and Harry shared thaumic signature information with Mackenzie. Now he was here, Harry and Draco were to go in earlier, using the invisibility cloak. Mackenzie would lead the main assault with a medallionned Dirk accompanying Fred and a scarab-wearing Gordon accompanying Tom.
Our pair walked almost to the main entrance before putting the cloak on. Liam was on sentry duty and walked out to have his morning piss. Using the opportunity given, the Blakes slipped inside; standing for a minute to get used to the gloom therein and ensuring that Hermione’s experimental charm was working. Cautiously they walked forward, Draco leading. They reached the main cavern, studying the features that they remembered from Jimmy’s relays. Things were cramped, and the niches quite close together, some of the inmates were still lying on their beds, whilst others cooked breakfast on a fire stove in the centre.
“Come and get it!” caused a rush of bodies. Someone collided with Harry and he fell out from under the cloak.
“What have we here? Nice looking piece of flesh.”
H: *Go on Draco, remain hidden and do what we said we’d do if one of us was caught. *
Draco hesitated, but then silently moved away, knowing that help would be here in an hour, so Harry could not come to too much harm in the meantime.
Harry struggled but was soon overcome by other inmates.
“Well, well; nice of you ter save us the bother of abducting yer.” Calum leered at Harry. “Himself is not about just yet. He likes ter unwrap the new presents personally. But we could just peek under the wrappings first.”
A number of dirty guffaws came from the breakfast circle. Calum rubbed his hand over Harry’s pubic area and squeezed the contained items erotically through the cloth. Calculating-Harry allowed Hormonal-Harry some leeway, knowing that attention centred on him would give the attackers a better chance. He slowly allowed his erection to engorge and Calum to become aware of it.
“What yer have in there is a little cramped; let me give it some more room.” Calum’s fingers went to Harry’s flies, slowly unzipping them so his mates could see what was happening. Harry struggled and muttered oaths, not wanting Theodore to hear and appear just yet. Harry had put on a thong, just in case he had to entertain the inmates.
“I see he was prepared fer a show, mates.”
Calum’s hand flipped the edge of the thong under Harry’s balls; then stood back as the shining jewellery was partially displayed.
“Nice column yer have there, Sonny. Yer knob’s not the right colour yet, but it will be soon.” More guffaws accompanied the observation.
“I think we should see the whole set, don’t yer mates?”
Calum undid Harry’s button, unzipped and tugged his jeans open, this allowed his cock and balls to flop into view.
“Are you going ter finger him yet, Calum?”
“That’s for the second show, he’s already hot enough ter show, especially if we play ten tug. I’ll go first.”
Calum placed a coin on the table and tugged hard on Harry’s cock ten times; then someone else took over, also placing a coin on the table. They were rough and it hurt, but each go had him nearer summation. It was Calum’s turn again when Harry lost control.
“Oh – oh – ah – ah – ooh – wee-ee-ee – nah – nah – nuh.” He jerked in Calum’s fist and shot jism into the gripping fist.
“That’s good fer starters,” said Calum, pocketing the money. “Double stakes this time and I’m out o’ it.”
Calum unbuckled Harry’s belt allowing the jeans to fall to the ground, then he pulled the thong around Harry’s knees. Harry knew what was coming next, being at war within himself; wanting the thrill, but not the public degradation that went with it. Calum’s finger collected some dripping jism and pushed in straight away.
“Ow – ow.” Harry arched forward, a hand grabbed his proffered stem, and its partner deposited two coins on the table. This was a two handed job, one gripping the base of his penis, keeping it fully hard, and the other caressing the sensitive edges of his glans. In time with the count Calum’s finger stroked the love spot inside. The build-up was longer, and the tension mounted within the onlookers as well as inside the victim. Many of Harry’s muscles quivered, spasming occasionally and raising false hopes of a splash out. Harry was drenched in sweat and his libido had spread into parts of his body not normally affected by sex. With an enormous groan he felt the blood rush to his purple protrusion and an all-encompassing orgasm begin. Every shot made him propel his belly outwards, each intermediate stroke had his arse impale itself further on Calum’s finger. Harry was in glorious summation totally unaware of his surroundings. For only the lascivious sensuality in his loins mattered, as he squeezed the last drops of joy from his glands.
Harry came out of his semi-conscious state to find the observers silent and Theodore Nott staring at him.
“So kind of you to entertain the troops Harry, now you have to entertain me. Looks as though my prayers have been answered. Put him in a frame, Calum.”
“Yes Sir!”
The remainder of Harry’s clothes were removed and he was tied akimbo, just as Jimmy had been.
“Calum; how did this person get by our sentry?” asked Theodore. “Bring the sentry here.”
“Yes Sir.”
A struggling Liam was hauled in.
“You were on sentry duty Liam and you let an interloper in.” Theodore’s voice was very quiet and threatening. “We could all have been killed. Mmm … One hour in the frame – double blows. Our guest may watch to begin with. When I’m ready I’ll want him in my room.” Theodore watched Harry watching the preparations, noting that Harry’s flaccidness perked up slightly when Calum’s finger made Liam hard. It expanded a little more when the cord was tied tightly. Liam was screaming after five minutes and Harry was shiny-hard again, remembering some of the games that he and Draco played occasionally when Harry was the aggressor. Harry realised that the playful pats he used on his partner were not in the same league as the thrashing Liam was having, but the principle was the same and almost equally arousing.
Half way through the punishment, Harry’s frame was wheeled inside Theodore’s room.
“I see you get as turned on by violence as I do Harry. I hope violence done to you is equally arousing. Now I shall need a sample from you as it helps Noah to identify his partner. After your very recent escapade you’ll need a little more time to recoup your reserves. Pity, you seem to have lost your wand, not that it would have done much good here; the area’s aura is attuned only to my magic. I still don’t quite know how you got in, not that it matters, you’re my prisoner now.” Theodore was chatting in an everyday voice, almost as though they were friends chatting about the latest Quidditch match results. “Now what shall we do while your reserves are built up. I know we’ll go and see Bert, that is why you came here, isn’t it?”
Harry treated the question dumbly as though it were rhetorical and was wheeled, by Theodore, through a door into an adjoining room.
“Ah! Bert! May I introduce you to your rescuer, Mr Harry Potter? Unfortunately, he seems to have been caught as well.”
D: *Keep him going Partner. We’re just unlocking the prisoners. Liam’s yelling provides all the cover we need. *
H: *Noah has to drink the spunk of the one he’s going to fuck. Theo’s going to milk me quite soon. *
D: *I’ve got an idea, get Theo to fuck you first and then retain his seed. * Harry leeched the idea from his partner and smiled grimly.
Meanwhile Theodore had been inspecting the butt-plug that had been inside Bert, using a pair of callipers.
“You’re just right, Lovely Boy. My Pretty will adore you, and you won’t wear out so quickly.” Theodore replaced the dildo. “Perhaps you could entertain Mr Potter for a few minutes Lovely Boy; I know how much you like lip service.”
Theodore manoeuvred the frame and bent Harry so that his mouth was over Bert’s genitals. Bert started to go hard and Theodore twisted Harry’s balls. Harry’s scream was muffled by Bert’s intumescence filling his open mouth.
“Suck it Bro, suck it!” Bert shoved up touching the back of Harry’s throat.
Harry choked, so Theodore adjusted the frame slightly upwards. Harry managed to wink at Bert, who cottoned on that all was not as it seemed. So he shoved further choking Harry yet again and the frame was adjusted a little higher. Harry commenced a slow and boring suck job. Bert responded likewise.
“Sir, that part of the punishment is finished, do you want to see the results?” was yelled through the door.
“Don’t go away Harry, I need you for later.” Theodore left the room, chuckling at his own wit.
A slight struggle had Harry’s lips removed from Bert’s cock.
“We are freeing the prisoners; then it will be your turn.” Harry whispered. “We have to delay, so we need to keep Theo occupied for as long as possible.”
Bert signalled his understanding and replaced is cock in Harry’s mouth, just as Theodore returned.
“Not finished him yet. Maybe this will help.”
Theodore switched on the oscillating dildo, and squeezed Harry’s balls.
“Now do it properly.”
Three minutes of pain had Harry’s mouth full of ejaculate, which he tried to swallow. Theodore switched off the dildo.
“That rosebud of yours looks very inviting, but how to catch your love juice, mmm?”
Harry was still staring at Bert’s semi-soft cock. Theodore was stroking Harry’s red poker.
“Got it!”
Harry felt a narrow cold circle touch his glans.
“Evacuare!”
The cold circle travelled up Harry’s prick swiftly, sucking as it went. Harry gasped leaning forward as much as the frame would allow him to, and enveloping Bert’s hardening dick. Which action, in turn, sped up Bert’s engorgement. Harry looked at Bert, who mouthed ‘bottle’.
“Right slut; aren’t you Potter?” Theodore inserted his finger, catching Harry’s spot at first try. “I think we’ll try for two lots.”
Harry groaned round Bert’s appendage, giving Bert an extra thrill. Theodore’s fingers were as expert as Calum’s had been. That coupled with Theodore pulling rhythmically on the bottle soon had Harry worked up and splashing. Not that the sucking bottle let up. Harry thought could feel his skin stretching to fill the void.
Theodore was not quite as long as Draco, but slightly broader, he pushed in slowly but consistently and Harry gulped. That set Bert’s white fountain off and the frame moved enough for Harry to have a grandstand view of Bert’s pulsing appendage. Harry stuck his tongue out. Every time the frame moved up as Theodore dug in, Harry would lick along Bert’s length to its tip. The frame eased as Theodore withdrew and the wet caress moved balls-wards. It was exquisite torture for Bert, and he enjoyed every minute of it. Watching the glowing juddering member at such close quarters turned Harry on even further and the feelings of earlier returned in full force and were amplified by Theodore moving inside Harry. Theodore’s final thrust had Harry full of Theodore’ juice, it also allowed him to use his tongue on Bert’s inflamed mushroom and the second ejaculation started inside the bottle.
It was understandable that Harry’s Incarcerous Magna was slightly badly aimed. Instead of just binding Theodore, as intended, it bound Bert as well and Harry was sandwiched in between.
“I don’t know how you did it, but you’ve been caught in your own trap, Potty.” Theodore remarked.
H: *I need rescuing, Draco. Come quickly. *
Draco arrived within sixty seconds, plus a band of helpers. Their first reaction was mirth. The second was prurient inspection. Only after that was finished did they start to unplug Theodore and bind him with ropes. Harry’s buttocks were unable to remain clenched and Theodore’s seed had dribbled down Harry’s legs before his mouth was detached from Bert’s prick. Harry eased his cramped muscles once he was released from the frame.
As the cells were now full of defeated bully boys, Theodore was stripped and put into the playmate’s cell next door to Noah. Having checked him for magical objects he was surrounded by a special auror thaumic-inhibiting hex, and the ropes taken off him. Mackenzie sat in Theodore’s lounge watching Theodore with one eye and the other one on Draco struggling with Harry and his bottle; not daring to break it for fear of cutting him. Eventually, using a lot of oil and some expanding spells on the jism inside, Harry’s crimson member began to emerge. A stronger pull had to be applied to release the throbbing glans. There was a loud pop and the oil-covered bottle flew out of Draco’s hands. It flew over their heads to break on the cage behind, showering Theodore with its creamy contents and splashing some on to Noah’s skin. Noah smelt at the cream, starting to lick it off and, as Theodore had foretold, it acted like an aphrodisiacal attractant. As the person who most smelt of the goo was in the playmate’s cell, with only a door between them, Noah knew the drill to get at them.
Theodore struggled to keep the door shut, but was soon overcome. His yells brought the rescuers into the room. In front of a ribald audience, Noah picked Theodore up, licking all the splashed semen off him and removing Theodore’s clothing, rather like peeling a banana: despite his fright Theodore was turned on mightily as everyone saw when the covering garments fell to the ground.
A newly dressed Harry imagined Draco licking him and understood completely, feeling his licentious side prompting a further arousal.
When Noah’s tongue reached Theodore’s stake he licked it and sucked. He removed Theodore from his mouth, smelled the tip, and then sniffed Theodore’s hair. Noah looked puzzled for a minute, shrugged and replaced the throbbing member between his lips.
All this time Theodore had been yelling and cursing, the noise stopped as Noah’s mouth encircled his total pubic area and a thin tongue crept along his magic inch. The tip disappeared inside his rosebud, converting Theodore’s struggles into pumping motions.
A re-dressed Bert looked on, partly in lascivious apprehension and partly in lecherous horror: “You’re not going to let him be split open are you. I saw what happened to the other young man. It was bloody grisly.”
Harry noticed that Bert’s increasing bulge had now deflated.
“You really can’t let the beast split him,” whispered Mackenzie: “but neither can we disappoint the army and freedmen.”
“When it comes to it we can widen his passageways with an acute anti-constipation charm. It’s more like a hex, and is quite unpleasant. The one we told Jimmy about a few days ago.”
“Oh! Right!”
Things were stirring down below Noah’s waistline. Theodore yelled as his climax exploded and a minute later he shrieked in terror as he saw his doom expanding below him. Noah may have had not a lot of intelligence in his head, but his big hands were expert in manipulating wriggling human bodies. Draco and Harry watched fascinated as the broad eight inches began to slide inside a frantic Mr Nott.
With a sigh Noah pushed the last bit in and a beatific smile lit his face. Theodore’s expression was one of terror mixed with lust.
“Partens Cursii Nott,” both of them whispered and pointed at Theodore's bum. There was a gurgling sound and Theodore was heartily sick. Brown gunge following the expected yellow mixed vegetable soup.
D: *Presumably it couldn’t get past a certain blockage, * both of them giggled.
It took nearly half an hour before Noah was satisfied, allowing the empty and exhausted Theodore to drop off the end of his rapidly diminishing returns. The audience retired satisfied, but feeling very horny. However, Bert stayed close to his rescuers.
Once Noah was asleep Draco and Harry opened the cage gate and brought out the weeping Theodore. They kept his wand and dressed him in the tatters of the clothing Noah had stripped off him.
“Theodore Nott,” Harry started: “In my role as duly sworn special constable, I am arresting you on charges of abduction and murder. You do not have to say anything, but if you do it may be used as evidence in court before the Wizengamot. Do you understand the charge?”
Theodore answered wearily: “Yes! It was bound to happen sooner or later with you two chasing after me. If I’m not kissed; then I’m prepared to give evidence against Lucius Malfoy masquerading as the Seignior.”
“Anything further you wish to add?”
“No thank you. Do your duty Auror Potter.”
“Encapsulo-te! In loco Aurae Londinium apparato-te!”
An astonished Bert watched as the wrapped body of Theodore Nott disappeared.
“What have you done to him?”
“Sent him to the Aurorbunker, Sir.”
“I am no wiser, please explain yourself. And while you’re at it I did not understand half the words you used, or how you managed to make him disappear, for that matter.”
Draco looked puzzled: “I was told in my youth, that your grandmother, God bless her, knew about our secretive organisation.”
Bert huffed: “She may well do. My father might have been told, after all he is the heir. The things that are discussed between her and the Prime Minister are not chatted about among the family. So give?”
Draco chuckled: “I imagine that you have the highest rating under the Official Secrets Act, being in the position you are.”
Bert chuckled back: “Of course, and because I’m an officer in her army flying corps.”
“What you saw was the use of practical magic. That beast in the cage is a troll.”
“Yes! And my grandmother dances on the stage of a bawdy house in her spare time,” Bert replied with heavy sarcasm.
Draco replied with a straight face: “I didn’t know that. It’s surprising what one learns. Is that knowledge also covered under the Official Secrets Act?”
Bert was slightly nonplussed by that answer: “What I mean is …”
“… I know exactly what you meant, Sir. You didn’t believe a word I told you.”
H: *Tor, is Shell cottage the nearest location to us? *
A: *Yes, Harry. I’ve told Kingsley that Bert is rescued and he’s personally telling the muggle Prime Minister. I have a miniaturised set of cabinets with me. Shall I pop over to Shell cottage and leave one there? *
H: *My idea exactly! * “Sir, would a practical demonstration help?”
“A bit of light entertainment would be welcome after the things we’ve been through. Hrm! I take it you’re gay?”
Harry smirked: “After what we did together, have you any doubts? Draco’s my lifelong partner. I think we have proved trustworthy towards you. Please will you trust us? We wish you no harm.”
“It cannot be worse than coming under heavy fire in Afghanistan, can it?”
“That depends on your point of view,” Draco chuckled: “Pullet, Phealey!”
Pop, pop: “Yes Draco? We’ve brought some sandwiches and some orange juice. It’s well after lunch time.”
“Meet Bert. Before you tell me who he really is, that’s the name he’s using here.”
Bert held out his hand: “Where were you hiding?”
“In the tent, waiting for Harry, Draco and Jimmy. Why?” The elves handed out wrapped packages of sandwiches and sealed cardboard cups of orange juice.
Crack! Before a puzzled Bert could reply Astoria appeared: “Where do you want the cabinet set up, Harry? Good afternoon Sir, I’m Astoria Draco’s wife. Ginevra, Harry’s spouse, is looking after the children.”
Bert took a quick swallow of sandwich: “But I thought you were gay!”
“We are, and so are our wives. For the sake of our genetic heritage we had children,” Draco smiled: “We arranged our own arranged marriage, so to speak.”
“That I can understand, “Bert looked rueful: “My Grandmother is pressing me to get married. Well … She was before this incident. I have a family as well as a public commitment, as you can well understand.”
Whilst this was going on Harry had set up the cabinet and enlarged it to its proper size. Bert saw it happen and stared at the transformation and then it disappeared.
“Is that what you meant about a demonstration, Harry?”
Harry grinned: “That’s just the start, Sir. We aim to get you back to London as soon as possible. Care to trust us further?”
“May I finish my sandwiches first?”
“Of course, we’re hungry too.” H: *I’ve used my stock of scarabs up. Anyone got a spare?*
A: *I brought a couple with me.* “Sir, we’d like you to wear this talisman.”
“Is it safe?”
“We’re all wearing them,” Harry showed Bert his as the others did too, including Jimmy: “Please make sure it touches your skin.”
“Okay!” Bert hung it round his neck and tucked it in: “Now what?”
“We finish eating first.” Harry took hold of Phealey’s hand: *Do you know which is Bert’s bike?*
P: *Yes. We moved it near the tent for safe keeping. It’s under a glamour.*
H: *Good. Will you miniaturise it and move it to the station carpark near the entrance to Grimond’s subterranean passage, please?*
P: *Got the idea. We’ll keep it under wraps until you arrive.*
H: *Thanks!* the elves popped away. “Finished eating, Sir?”
“Yes, thank you?”
“Ready for the next adventure?”
“Go on. Another won’t hurt after what I’ve been through.”
“For this one you need to hold one our hands.”
“Okay, I choose yours. After all we were intimate.” As soon Bert touched Harry the cabinet reappeared: “I like your Tardis, it comes and goes just as in the Doctor Who programme.”
“That’s what we’re going to use.”
“Really? Great!”
Bert followed on into Shell Cottage: “I thought the cupboard was against the wall. Hang on! This isn’t the bay I was camping at.”
“Still more adventure?”
“Okay, can’t have it said that I wasn’t brave in face of uncertainty. My mess-mates would hoot me down.”
Bert followed them through the Burrow, and via the WWW flat into Number Twelve. Pullet was there with Bert’s leathers: “It might be an idea to put them on Sir, we’re going out in public.”
Bert with goggles on and a scarf around his face was unrecognisable. Harry, Draco and Jimmy led him into the subterranean passage and out into the carpark. There was Phealey holding Bert’s machine.
“Thanks. This looks like St Pancras Station. Is it?”
“Yes Sir, our Tardis worked wonders for you. I take it you know your way home from here. It might be an idea to go and see your grandmother, she was quite worried about you.”
“I bet she was, even if I’m only ‘the spare’ now. Goodbye and thanks for everything. I’ll make sure your friends get that reward.”
As they shook hands Draco said quietly: “I should ask your grandmother about our alternative world. I’m sure she knows, because the Prime Minister knows.”
Bert smiled before tightening his scarf: “She’ll have a few more gongs to hand out in gratitude, I’m quite sure. Cheerio!” Astride his bike, Bert’s leather clad bum drew a number of appreciative stares from the passers bye, never mind the rescuers, not that anyone could tell who he really was.
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It took half an hour’s work to return to the campsite. No-one could see the portal which the mages had used because they had not been handed through. It was left dormant for the time being. The trio said goodbye to the camp-squaddies; promising to return in more auspicious circumstances. This time Draco forbore the alcohol when they stopped for lunch; so thy arrived in Godric’s hollow sober. The children had their rides on Hagrid’s bike. In the evening quite a number of celebratory drinks were downed in the Farmers Arms. The participants slept well despite not being able to perform beforehand.
~~~ RESULTS ~~~
Liam was in such a state, mentally and physically, that a long stay in an institutionalised hospital was the only solution. The cruel Calum stood trial for kidnapping in the Muggle courts and was convicted. Theodore was taken before the Wizengamot; narrowly missing being kissed and spending a very long holiday in Azkaban.
The other six were less culpable and it was felt that prison would probably do them more harm than good. Most of the abductees agreed with them, even going so far as to say they enjoyed some of the sessions.
“What if some ex-army people were to take them in hand,” suggested Dirk slyly: “There are all kinds of work they could be put to. The mine could become a snug domicile when the winter gales blow and might even be made into a specialised visitor attraction for a certain discerning clientele.”

"Mmm. Their keep would have to be paid for until it became a going concern.” Gordon caught on.
“There's quite a reward for his rescue, isn’t there?” suggested Mackenzie.
“We agents aren’t allowed to claim it.”
“Nor do we want paying,” said Harry on behalf of the Magicals.
So was born ‘The Mine’ a night club that ran in the daytime as well. The miners track was widened as far as the camping site. The freehold of the mine was transferred to a new company, with Gordon as its managing director and among whom Harry, Draco and Bert were major shareholders. The Blakes had their own private room, the door was locked on the inside; it hid the reactivated portal. Dean, Seamus and four Muggle friends became members of the club, using the shareholders room with the Blake’s permission.
Only selected campers were allowed to attend, all of whom were recommended by other members. Like many of the gentleman’s clubs in London the membership was exclusively male. There were rumours of raunchy entertainments, but they were soon scotched because many reputable agents were among the clientele. There was another VIP too. Bert had a great time, when the mood took him and official duties would allow; occasionally propping up the bar and entertaining the talent. The PM put his grandmother’s anxiety at rest because he had him put under regular surveillance. Jimmy used to go there to survey Bert’s body very regularly. When Bert was eventually married off in 2018, due to politics and family pressures; it was with an arrangement similar to the Blakes’ contract.
Noah went to stay with Grawp in the forbidden forest. Grawp became less aggressive as a result. Hagrid caught them in flagrante more than once.
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