Toppers Wallow

Although drained, the two of them were rested, if slightly late in arising. Harry was very attentive towards Draco and received the same amount of regard in return. Surrounded by their halo of purple they showered and helped each other to dress. Draco spent longer on tidying Harry’s hair than normal, putting Harry into a contemplative dream.



Everyone looked up as the pair wandered in to partake of Friday breakfast, then stared hard at them without speaking.



With a knowing grin on his face Ernie broke the silence. “I think you two had a long session after we all went to bed. I take it that you are a complete pair now. Was it enjoyable?”



Harry blushed and stammered.



Draco was red in the face too but managed a quiet, “Yes thanks, Ernie,” before hiding his embarrassment by examining the contents of the tureens on the sideboard. Each helped the other choose their food, and took their time about it. There were all kinds of rude comments and suppositions flying around, which the pair tried to ignore.



“We’ve got to face them,” Harry whispered, still blushing.



“Yes, I know. Okay … One … Two … Three.”



As they turned, they caught Seamus doing a very obvious mime with a lascivious grin on his face. Draco was caught unawares and dropped his plate. Harry was a little more used to Seamus and only quivered in mortification; then he quickly bent to help his lover clean up the mess.



“That does it,” muttered Draco decisively, straightening up.



“Seamus, come here!”



Seamus’s mouth fell open, but he did as he was told. Once he was within arms reach Draco grabbed him, folding round behind him and causing Seamus to bend down. Draco’s mime was even more blatant that Seamus’s had been.



“Is that what you wanted to convey, Seamus?” Draco shouted out, his hands now firmly round Seamus’s lunch pack and squeezing lightly. “Perhaps you’d like me to unzip you as well.” Draco whispered in a squirming Seamus’s ear. “You seem to be getting quite hard.”



Draco let Seamus go and looked triumphantly round the attentive faces. “Are you all so perverted or sex-starved, that you want a blow by blow account?”



Ron stood up. “Draco, please don’t embarrass yourself any more. It’s just that Harry has such a puritan image. That, and the fact that, your joint aura is so very obvious at the moment. Please accept our apologies for being so boorish and insensitive.” Ron glared round the room, daring anyone to disagree with him.



Everyone looked away, resuming eating and their at-table conversations.



“Thanks Ron,” Harry said quietly, sitting down at their table.



“Anything for a mate, you know that. Can you get rid of the glow? It is very obvious.”



“It wore off after a few days last time, so I hope it’ll be gone by Monday.” Draco said sotto voce. “Thanks from me as well. I just got a bit irate at having my private life as the centre of attention. Now I know why you feel uptight sometimes, Harry.” Draco winked at Ron, joining Hermione at their table, where Harry was already spooning porridge into his face.



Very quietly Hermione said, “I had a talk with Sybill, she says that your aura only shows after you’ve had an intense bonding experience. Did it go from pink to red and then to purple?”



“Yes Hermione.” Harry kept his voice low. “Why do you ask?”



“That’s what Sybill said it would do. She also said that purple was the ultimate hue. To prove the bonding was complete. Never mind wandless magic, you should both be able to make silent spells now.” Hermione was looking slightly furtive. “I didn’t like to tell you in case it embarrassed you or inhibited your relationship.”



“Or spoiled the experiment.” Draco put in dryly.



“Yes!” Hermione blushed, “there was that too.”



“I’m changing the subject.” Harry said. He looked up; loudly he asked, “Justin could you come and advise us, please?”



Justin came over. “Yes Harry?”



“Have you been able to charm broomsticks to look like hang gliders yet?”



“Yes Harry. I’ve also had one or two goes on the real Muggle ones, so I can advise our members how to simulate correct flying behaviour.”



“Shall we practice today? We ought to have patrols out. The Master is likely to want to get back at Draco quite quickly.” Harry side hugged his mate.



“Okay, it’s the right sort of weather too. Can we fly through the wards?”



“Yes if you’re wearing a galleon medallion, that’s how we get to the Apparating area unmolested.” Harry flipped his own medallion out.



“Of course, I should have remembered that. When do you want to start?”



“Say in half an hour, on the practice ground, okay?”



“Yes, fine!”



“Draco and Ron will you organise the troops please.”



“OKAY, HARRY.”



Broomsticks in hand, the DA listened to Justin as he explained the charm and how to apply it. Once everyone was cognisant he went of to explain how Muggle hang gliders get lift from the wind blowing up a hill or from thermals. He further explained how the practitioners circle in a thermal. He recommended that, as far as the DA members were concerned, they would use that form of behaviour. Everyone understood about the need not to let Muggles spot broomsticks in flight and thought the disguise a perfect one. Justin explained that there should be at least one person spiralling in a pseudo thermal in order to keep up appearances and then designated Magnet Cottage and Woodyates as the bases for the pretend air columns.



One or two members Apparated to a nearby hill to launch-off and some, who were more daring, Apparated into the middle of a cloud. Once a few were aloft others could spiral up from the ground without causing undue attention. The freedom of flying by day was amazing. The Quidditch players, used to zooming around at high speeds, found the slower drifting flight somewhat frustrating, but then the leisureliness of it set in. It was absorbing being able to observe the countryside, watching beetle-like cars driving along zigzagging country lanes, or snake like trains following their sparkling silver trails, the whole scene below soon became enthralling.



They did have one problem when a glider came swooping in, trying to hitch a lift on one of the imaginary thermals. Anthony and Michael were on the ground at the time and acted quickly. By using a mild form of Wingardium Leviosa, they slowly lifted the glider as it circled, gaining height. It was a useful teaching tool as the members could watch and copy the lazy circles made by the glider. After half an hour of tension the glider flew off, having gained the height it needed; Michael and Anthony collapsed perspiring heavily. One of the members enervated them and Harry congratulated them on their quick thinking. Everyone landed for lunch and a patrol rota was worked out while they ate.



John arrived. “Hello Harry, I see you all have a new pastime.”



“It’s a disguise John, like the bicycles were.” Harry briefly told John what had happened, including the fact that he was now the proud owner of Woodyates Farm.



No sooner had John left when the posse of Scottish house-elves arrived.



“Masters,” Dorothy told them, “We have stored everything in number two cellar at the town house. Is it all right if we give that house a thorough spring clean?”



“Yes please Dorothy. After he had recovered Kreacher did his best, but the years of neglect were probably too much for one house-elf,” Harry said.



“You couldn’t clean up the portrait’s swearing for us as well could you?” a grinning Draco asked.



Dorothy returned the smile. “Duindhu and black man have the same meaning, so she’ll probably be quiescent once she realises the connection; besides, a spring clean might cheer the place up and her also. Master Harry, did you realise that you have Duindhu blood as well? I found an old family tree and the connection is five generations back, so that might shut her up for good. I’ll drop some hints when I’m cleaning her frame, shall I?”



“Yes please Dorothy. Could you do without Knox and Kellie, because we now own Woodyates and it would be good if they could start there?”



“Of course Master Harry; it shall be as you wish. Will tomorrow morning be convenient? That will give us time to settle in. Elder Kreacher has asked the boys to attend a class this afternoon. It will give us adults time to sort things without them being in the way.”



“Very well organised, Dorothy; thank you.”



The outer ward alarm went off. ‘DE’s in SW’ appeared on the medallions. Everyone rushed off the Apparating area and took off in steep spirals, heading towards the danger zone. Harry joined the queue and kicked off, spiralling upwards. There was chaos with the DA and DE’s flying all over the place. Harry likened it to Uncle Vernon’s favourite battle of Britain film, the one that he had seen more than once on TV at Privet Drive.



He didn’t have time to sort out a target before he became one himself. He felt the cords of Incarcerous go round him; before he could shout a Silencio was cast.



“We’ve got the prize one here, Jugson.”



“Yes, Rowle, so we have. I vote we retire and have some fun with him before we hand him over.”



“He’s supposed to be fucking the Master’s dispossessed son. Let’s see what he’s got, shall we.”



Harry could only just manage to stay upright on his broomstick, which was being towed by a hex. His brain was still trying to work out an escape plan when the two Death Eaters dived towards the woods. When they landed Harry fell off his Firebolt and lay struggling on the floor. Rowle Levicorpused him and towed him along by his hair. The two miscreants found a small clearing where the trees leant in, providing cover from being seen from above. There were one or two fallen trunks on the floor and some dense bushes round the perimeter.



“This seems a good place. I need some target practice how about you?”



“A static target isn’t much fun so let’s give him some slack.”



Harry’s morale lifted as he thought there might be a way of escape or a way to use silent spells.



“See those two trees. We could tie his hands to them. He’d be able to dodge around a bit. What d’you think?”



“Excellent idea.”



Harry was manoeuvred between the trunks, stood upright and each arm in turn freed from the restraints. Once he was attached to the trunks the Incarcerous was removed. His arms were fairly taut but he found he could move the rest of his body around reasonably easily, although he was unable to point at his two captors in order to use his hidden magic. He silently swore at his captors as the Silencio had not been removed.



His two opponents faced him and pointed their wands releasing Relashio hexes. Harry tried to dodge, but if he moved one way to avoid the stream of sparks, the other one hit him. To begin with all that happened was that small burnt patches appeared on his clothes. Their main aim was for his upper torso and soon his jumper began to disintegrate. Before that had fallen completely to the ground, holes in his tee shirt began to appear. If he was unlucky enough for a hex to go through one of these holes he received a small burn mark on his skin. He wriggled as much as he could but soon there were only tatters of his shirt and many red patches on his chest and sides. A final Confringo blasted his burnt clothes off his back leaving him naked from the waist up.



His opponents’ wands turned towards his belt and upped the strength of the burning spells. Quite soon Harry felt his trousers sag as the belt gave way.



“Nice thick love-line, hasn’t he?”



“We’ll soon find out if it leads to a nice thick prick.”



Harry felt his jeans button getting hot. As it melted he drew in his stomach to avoid getting badly burnt. The run off from the melting button burnt his plastic zip and his trousers started to descend, leaving only his boxers to hide his modesty. Unfortunately for him, the slipped remains of the belt in the back of his jeans caught in the boxers’ waistband. His captors saw this and altered their tactics. Aiming at his pubic area where they hit him with the tickling charm. As he writhed in silent laughter, the waistband was dragged slowly down at an angle. Firstly it revealed his dimpling buttocks and then the top of his pubic hair. When his cock-root was revealed the jeans became disentangled and the waistband stopped moving. He was still gyrating under the tickling charm when Rowle went behind him drooling over the sight of a young bubble butt gyrating sexily.



Harry had opened his thighs in an effort to stop the final disclosure. As the waistband was well down at the back Rowle had a perfect view of Harry\'s balls so a stronger charm was aimed at them. This was more than tickling and felt like tiny hands patting them. In reaction to this Harry threw his body forward causing his cock to leap out of its restraints. Unhindered by any other protrusions the boxers slid down around his ankles. An Engorgio hit his cock and it responded with a willingness that Harry could not control. His scarlet erection stood almost straight up and then another Engorgio hit it. This time he felt his distended member lengthening and thickening; its extra weight caused his prick to stick out horizontally.



“Nice size!” Jugson observed. “Now to see how well it performs. Expecto Spermatoza.”



The charm missed, hitting Harry’s upper thigh. A number of these spells were fired in quick succession as Harry took avoiding action. One struck home, centring on his urethral lips. It was like a reverse orgasm, he could feel it working down his distended tube; as it did so, it left a trail of sensitised nerve endings. Time stood still as Harry froze and his two antagonists watched, stepping to the side. The charm reached his prostate; it churned around and caused a ball of magical jism to start on its way. Harry stopped breathing; the wonderful pain was almost too much. Silently gasping, he threw his hips forward. He quivered in expectation until a blast of hot spunk leapt from his mushroom, squirting a good twenty feet before landing. In the aftermath, Harry’s reflexes caused him to pump backwards and forwards suggestively.



“Good one! The next should go further. Erecto Penis.”



What had started to droop slightly went rigid again and the aiming recommenced. Another hit had already sensitised nerves screaming in beautiful pain as the spell worked its way down, seeming to take longer. As the return trip started Harry arched forward, his dark purple glans throbbed, dreading and welcoming the next explosion. As soon as it ejected his legs turned to jelly, and he sagged sobbing in his bonds. Rowle enervated him and the whole episode restarted. By the finish of the third ejaculation his penis was almost jet black and the purpling had started to spread round his buttocks. All Harry could think of was the delightful, awful, beautiful, burning sensations in his groin. He wanted the sensations to continue and yet he dreaded the consequences. The all enveloping lubriciousness invaded his libido and he knew a terrible yearning for another exciting experience of pure lust.



They stopped casting hexes and removed the gagging spell.



“Please, please, please,” he pleaded, extending his erection as far forward as he could.



Rowle placed the tip of his wand in Harry\'s winking glans lips and Harry braced himself for further sensations. “Expecto Spermatozoa,” he whispered.



The hex travelled very slowly, Harry jiggled around in sublime ecstasy, feeling its slow progress down his painful urethra. The regurgitation was slower and bigger, with Harry concentrating all his thoughts into enjoying its exciting passage. The splurge was awe-inspiring both in terms of feeling and of range. Harry tried to urge his gland to further explosions and stood quivering in expectation.



“I think we can cut him down now, don’t you?”



“Yes! I wonder which one he asks first.”



Free and naked Harry could have escaped or cast a silent spell, but his mind and body had only one thought – ‘more superlative sexual sensation’.



He took Rowle by the hand with a pleading look. “Again please?”



“Can I fuck you?”



“Yes.” Harry bent down spread his legs and showed Rowle his rosebud.



A zipping sound and a hard Rowle was inside and pumping hard. Not being the size of Draco, Harry had no problem in accommodating him. His mind on the next magical shot Harry just let his seducer get on with it. During the episode Rowle slowly unbent Harry, so that his glossy hard-on was visible for Jugson to ogle.



“Now,” Rowle said urgently and Jugson fired his wand directly between Harry’s glans-lips. Harry’s muscles clenched as the sensation crept down his penis. That was all Rowle needed and it sent him over the top. His need satisfied, Rowle tried to disengage, but Harry\'s muscles were frozen in a rictus of execrable enjoyment. As Harry wriggled so Rowle’s trapped and sensitised implement sent waves of enjoyment through his captor’s body. Only when Harry had launched his creamy missile was Rowle released, weakened and panting he fell to the forest floor.



Harry now had an entirely focussed one-track mind, so he immediately turned and presented his bum to Jugson, who inserted his medium sized prick into the awaiting aperture.



§ § § §



The dogfight was over within an hour and the victors retired back to Magnet Cottage with two more Death Eaters in custody. A role call was made and the only absentee was Harry. Quickly Ron organised a search of the battleground to see if he was there. Draco was left behind because he was crazy with worry about his lover. Blaise and Gregory were asked to stay with him. Whilst the search was going on Draco began to develop an erection. He applied is mind to it, feeling that this was not the right time for such a feeling of lust.



Hermione was one of the first to return. “Sorry Draco he’s not in the area I was asked to search.” She sat next to him patting his hand and exuding comfort for all she was worth.



Draco convulsed and felt his seed leaking into his boxers. The observant miss next door to him noticed his gyrations and the damp patch that appeared. Then she had an idea.



“Draco, this question may seem all wrong, but, when they tortured you, did they use spells to make you ejaculate?”



“What? … Oh! … Yes. Why do you ask?”



“Is it possible they\'re doing that to Harry somewhere and you’re feeling it? Sybill says that once joined you will start to share each other’s feelings.”



“Oh really? Well now they’re starting to build up again.” Draco’s body was reacting as though he was dodging something.



“Okay close your eyes and try to see what’s happening.”



“It’s green … Trees, I think … I’m tied between two trunks … they\'re firing hexes at me … Oh no! … its going down … It’s agony, but so sexy too …” Draco opened his eyes, spread his legs and clutched his crotch as another ejaculation took place.



“What direction Draco?” Hermione asked urgently.



Draco closed his eyes again and turned round. He soon centred on the strongest vibes and pointed.



Blaise, Gregory, Hermione and Ron took a sexily distraught Draco to the Apparating area, stuck a broomstick between his legs and Apparated into the clouds in the direction he had pointed. Ron and Blaise guided Draco, making sure he did not fall off when the lust overtook him again. They also noted that his aura was heightening the nearer they got to Harry\'s place of torture. Draco and his escorts circled when he pointed straight down; choosing a suitable landing ground.



On reaching the earth Draco went into sexual convulsions and the wet patch in his trousers grew considerably. Justin, Michael and Anthony landed behind them.



“We saw you whiz past, so we thought you were on to something. Can we help?”



“Yes thanks.” Ron looked grateful. “Come with us; Blaise and Greg will you look after Draco please.”



Five DA Members stalked through the undergrowth until they found the clearing.



“Let’s spread out holding our wands and galleons. I’ll buzz G and then we’ll all go in together. Okay?”



Nods of assent had the team spreading out using the bushes for cover.



§ § § §



Harry had reached another climax. As before, his frozen muscles had trapped Jugson’s jewels and titillated them.



Justin dodged the cum-bombshell sailing towards him, aiming his Incarcerous hex at the nearest Death Eater. Neither of the torturers was in a fit state to retaliate and so were easily captured. Harry was a different matter, though.



Ron was asked to apply the sex charm to Harry’s rampant rod, when he refused, Harry tried the other four in turn. Hermione was highly embarrassed, and the other three mused on the length and girth of the implement presented.



“Take him to Draco quickly,” Ron hissed. “He’s the best one to deal with that whopper.”



Confronted with a naked Harry, Draco goggled. “Oh Love, they’ve put a double Engorgio on you. Hold him a minute while I rectify that first. Reducio, Reducio.”



Harry’s rod shrank but still remained rampant.



“Guys. I have to deal with this quickly and in my own way. I suspect you may not want to watch. Perhaps you might like to look for his clothes, wand and broomstick?”



“Okay we get the idea.” Ron reddened but looked sympathetic. “Greg and Blaise please stay near but out of sight, the rest of us will form the search party.”



Draco got Harry to lie down on his back. Next Draco stripped almost naked, smeared Harry’s pre-cum over everything and sat on Harry’s prick. Harry was still on automatic and responded to the stimulus energetically. As he gyrated enthusiastically Harry’s mind slowly withdrew from its automated state. He shot into Draco and then blinked.



“Hey Lover, why are we doing this here? Why am I so tired?” Then Harry fainted.



Despite promising not to watch, Gregory had. When Harry fainted he rushed to Draco wanting to help.



“That’s what the buggers did to me, for days on end,” he said, as they tried to make the comatose Harry comfortable.



“And me too, Greg.” Draco wrapped his cloak round Harry and then put his clothes back on. “That Expecto Spermatoza hex is both dreadful and delightful at the same time. Isn\'t it?”



“Yes, and it’s so compelling. I feel awful about it, but I still get hard thinking about it.”



“Mmm, me too. I just hope Harry can cope with the conflicting feelings. I once saw a beautiful Muggle bewitched with it. The six Death Eaters double engorged him and they had him shooting once every quarter of an hour for six hours. Eventually he blew a penile blood vessel; his end was extremely painful and very messy. I try to remember that when ever I start to fantasize about using it.”



“One day you’ll have to describe that in detail to me. It might help my temptations too.”



“What you need is a loving mate to replace you fantasies with more healthy ones.”



“Yes Draco, but where does an ugly gormless guy like me, find one?”



During the conversation Blaise had returned and the three of them were fashioning a stretcher to put Harry in and take him home. The other three arrived with everything but his clothes and they Apparated straight back to Toppers Wallow towing the two bound Death Eaters.