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Draco's Downfall	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12589 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“Yes Master, ordinary strength for yourself and Master Blaise, special for Master Draco.” Kreacher clicked his fingers and a tray with three glasses appeared, two were of a light green liquid and the other dark green, steaming and turgid.

“I should eat that one with a spoon Draco,” Blaise quipped.

“Must I?” Draco looked pleadingly at Harry; looking as though he was about to cry.

Harry almost fell for Draco’s ploy, but steeled himself, thinking of pleasures to come: “Yes, all of it and you can lick the glass clean afterwards.”

Draco swore loudly and long. Spluttering as he drank from the glass and pulling faces.

Harry sipped carefully expecting a bitter taste. It tasted of melon with a hint of mint and was quite palatable. However Harry thought that in a concentrated form, like Draco’s drink, the taste would become overpowering. Draco’s tongue was green when he commenced his lick-out. Harry slyly checked in the mirror, but his tongue was normal looking. Then Harry caught Kreacher’s eye, which winked at him, and the Gryff realised that his house-elf still had his vindictive side, and winked back.

A further ten minutes of lazing around on the bed had three poles fully extended and eager to go.

“Right, Malfoy, stand up … bend over. Legs splayed.” Harry commanded, pushing his plunger in as soon as Draco complied.

“Okay, slow walk to the bathroom, right foot first.”

Draco found it awkward walking with someone so very close, the difficulties were increased by having a large prick up his backside. Harry hugged the Slyth so as not to loose his balance. Draco’s flexing muscles soon had Harry hot enough to explode. The final straw came when Draco had to step over the threshold into the shower, making the sinews stretch even further. Harry just made it inside before humping and refilling Draco’s cavities. Harry leaned back on the tiles pulling Draco with him, thus making space for Blaise to enter and turn on the taps. Draco got the full force of the water stream, screamed and started to spurt as the potions reactivated. Blaise grabbed the soap and began lathering Draco’s dong, adding to the din and causing the blond to jerk, thus giving Harry further thrills.

After cumming again Harry manoeuvred the pair in such a way that Blaise could soap both of them. Now Harry was in the middle under the hot water with Blaise applying soap suds. Harry huffed as Blaise lathered his taut balls and huffed again when a Slyth finger went exploring inside. Prostate stimulation and Draco’s flexing muscles provided an exquisite overload of sensations, and Harry went into a prolonged period of glorious spasm. He experienced what Draco had been experiencing over a much longer period. Blaise noticed what was happening and also Harry’s relaxed rear-muscles; so he took advantage.

Through Harry’s sexual haze he realised that there was a new sensation, that of being filled by a pulsating rod. It rubbed on his prostate and other anal nerves giving him a new thrill. He couldn’t have stopped the invasion, even if he had wanted to; so he just relaxed and enjoyed the double thrill. Draco screamed and came, tightening his sinews. Harry shouted and came, doing much the same to Blaise who just grunted in pleasure. Draco and Harry collapsed and fell to the floor.

Blaise checked that they were breathing, turned the water off and used a drying charm on them. He then Levicorpussed them into bed, towelled himself dry, dressed and retired bowlegged to his own room; leaving a quivering, unconscious Harry still plugged into a sleeping, gyrating Draco.

It was Harry who woke first, mainly because Draco’s gyrations had brought him off yet again. The slipperiness inside Draco enabled Harry to gingerly withdraw – he was still hard, but very susceptible and full of lascivious feelings. Looking at the pumping but comatose figure next to him, Harry came to a decision. He knew that he had accommodated Blaise and chose to roll his partner over. There was ample jism covering Draco’s prick and some residue of Blaise’s inside Harry. Carefully Harry moved his butt until Draco’s glans was touching Harry’s pucker. Harry pushed back and gasped as the pulsing poker penetrated him. It burnt, and Harry cursed himself for experimenting, but the burning soon faded as he accommodated more of Draco’s dong.

Then Harry’s love bump was caressed.

Harry turned to jelly; the bigger prick definitely turned him on. As he relaxed and enjoyed the feelings Draco’s hands crept round Harry’s body until they found their target and started stroking. Harry was lost in sublimation when a tongue started to lick inside his ear.

Draco had woken as he was turned and, as he came-too, he realised Harry’s experiment. Nasty dreams came back, those after one of their many spitting spats, when he would tie Harry up and do unusual things to him, all of them painful, but pleasurable as well. Draco was not going to look at this dreamy bum and cast the chance away. It was better than he expected, probably heightened by the effects of the potions, but definitely surpassing his fantasies. Draco had a thing about damp hair and Harry’s smelt divine. There was this shell pink ear just in front of him, and remembered how licking it had made him submit easily to one of Voldie’s minions.

Harry succumbed to his orgasm, enjoying every squirt and caress, Draco’s fingers were expert; during his sojourns in Voldie’s headquarters he had gained a lot of knowledge in matters sexual – it was either that or be subjected to almost unbearable pain. Something about Harry’s present vulnerability sparked in Draco a wish to give his partner a very good time. The more Harry quivered in lusty enjoyment the longer Draco wished it to last. In a way it was a self perpetuating loop, Harry exciting Draco exciting Harry more etc.

Draco remained plugged in even after the final effects of the potions had worn off; a rhythm developed whereby each rested for half an hour before resuming the relationship. Luckily for them Blaise was the first to call on them, heaving Draco away from Harry and squirting them both in cold water from the pistol Ronald had left behind.

Both of them grumbled as they became compos mentis.

“So how long were you like that?”

Harry looked sheepish: “Um … since just after you left us … You started me off when you opened me up in the shower. So I thought I’d try something bigger.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yes! And Malfoy’s fingers are ace.”

“So you prefer it that way then?”

“Both ways, I think. I’m very new to all this so it’s too early to make up my mind.” Harry realised Blaise was there for a purpose: “What made you call us?”

“You weren’t at breakfast and you have half an hour before our first class.”

“Get up lazybones.” Harry gave Draco a shove and he fell off the bed into Blaise’s arms.

“Do I get a kiss for saving you, Drakie dear?”

“No! And stop fondling my cock. Merlin I do need a shower. C’mon Harry.”

“Don’t I get an invite?”

“You’ve already had one; I can smell it in your hair. Besides, I need to be quick not debauched.”

“Thanks for waking us up.” Harry did peck Blaise’s cheek and had his bare balls caressed in return.

Draco shut the bathroom door with a bang; they climbed into the shower with Draco looking like thunder.

“What’s the matter Drakie?” asked Harry, after five minutes of silent sluicing and soaping.

“Why did you kiss him? And don’t call me that silly name.”

“’Cos he asked for one” Harry replied, ingenuously; “and he deserved a reward for waking us up in time ...”

“… And you let him feel your prick.” Draco interrupted angrily.

“Why, Malfoy! I do believe you’re jealous …”

“… I’ll not have my boyfriend accepting advances …”

“… Who said I was your boyfriend?” Harry was now equally angry: “You’re an experiment to see if I like gay sex; that’s all! Just for that you will be dressed the same as at dinner, and you’ll sit on my left in every class we attend.” Harry flicked Draco’s arse with the tail end of his towel, and marched out slamming the door.

Blaise had heard the raised voices and looked sympathetically at Harry: “He’s a hissy minx, that one. He’ll get over it.”

“Yes I know, and I’m not really angry. I needed an excuse to get him to leave his flies open all day,” said Harry quietly: “Now give me a kiss and let him see you fondling my balls when he comes out.”

Draco came out of the room looking contrite, but his expression soon changed to thunder clouds when he saw the tableau before him. Blaise left quickly and there was a definite atmosphere as Draco and Harry got dressed. In class, Harry exacerbated it by choosing an inner seat at the desk, making Draco feel very exposed on his left. Luckily for Draco he had no erection, although Harry did have a couple of squeezes during the lesson.

Hermione and Draco had Arithmancy next so she took over the guardian role. Harry went to Hagrid’s lesson by himself. Hagrid had them looking for stinging stick insects in some euphoria incandescens bushes.

“We’ve had a swarm arrive quite recently. Be careful, if they sting you you’ll get a nasty swelling which will itch for a few days. Madam Pomfrey has no cure until we can catch some and milk them, that’ll help her create the necessary serum.”

The students had gloves and jars in which to put the insects but the bugs were masters of disguise. Parting the leaves was bound to get one’s hand stung. Therefore observation had to come first and the long handled pincers that had been given out were to be used once the insect was found.

Harry was bending over slightly peering into a bush when he felt the presence of two other students one each side of him.

“I think there’s one there,” he said, pointing with his pincers and concentrating on the spot.

Harry soon lost his concentration as a hand started to caress his bottom. He straightened up carefully and a hand on the other side slid surreptitiously under his robes at the front.

“We hear that you have Malfoy under some sort of spell, Harry.”

The hand behind was now trying to wriggle inside his waistband and the other one was approaching his covered balls. Harry started to harden in response. He turned his head carefully and saw Justin on one side and a few seconds later Michael came into view on the other. He also realised that the rest of the group had moved on. Michael’s fingers were now tickling his crack and Justin’s caressing his cramped, expanding crotch.

“Stop, a moment guys, please?”

“Why? No one can see us. Rumour has it that you’re experimenting and we’ve wanted into your pants for ages.”

One Michael’s fingers was now inside and searching for Harry’s love spot. Harry huffed and pushed forward trying to avoid the intrusion. That was a mistake because Justin’s other hand had quietly undone Harry’s zip and his boner popped out.

“It’s bigger than we’d heard, Mikey; look!”

Michael moved round to look using his hand to pop Harry’s top button and undo his buckle. Harry could feel his trousers descending and bent to catch them. That was his second mistake, because whilst his hands were groping for his waistband. The others whipped his undershorts down and honed in on his exposed attributes. Harry tried to prize the probing fingers off, but with four hands to his two, this third mistake made him totally vulnerable to the remaining two hands. The problem was that Harry was enjoying the sensations as they played with his arse, balls and cock.

“Please stop … Huh … I’m quite happy … Huh … for you to experiment … Huh … And I was going … Huh … To make you an offer … Huh.”

“Go on, we’re listening.” Meanwhile the fingers went on caressing – well – tugging at his todger and tickling his love spot.

Harry squirmed in lubriciousness: “Huh … It’s true that … Huh … I have Malfoy … Huh … Obeying me … Huh … And I had thought … Huh … That you would like … Huh … to get your own back … Huh … Whee-ee-ee-ee Ooh!” Harry’s seed splattered into the bush.

“Nice one, Harry!” Then he was pulled sharply backwards off his feet.

A couple of stinging stick insects had objected to being sprayed with cum and had launched an attack. Luckily for Harry, Michael had seen the insects move and had dragged Harry out of the way. Out came the pincers and two struggling bugs were put into specimen jars. Then another two darted out of the bush, a semi-bare Harry caught one and Justin the other. As each of them had been given one container they wondered what to do with the fourth insect. Justin had an almost empty jar of Honeydukes Hot mints, there were three left so they each sucked one and put the remaining bug into that jar.

Bug collecting over the pair turned to Harry viewing his flexing bum as he struggled to untangle his feet from his now scuffed and dirt-filled trousers. Harry managed to pull his briefs up and took his jeans off to shake the dirt out. While he was concentrating on that; two hands resumed their positions inside his underwear.

“What was that you said about Malfoy, Harry?” asked Michael who now had his hand stroking Harry’s increasing hard-on under the fabric.

“Please stop; I can’t think straight whilst you’re doing that.”

“Okay!” Michael flipped Harry’s boner through the boxer’s flies: “But I want to pull you off, too.” Michael caressed Harry’s glans and removed his hands.

“Same for you Justin, hands out of my pants.”

Justin did as he was told and reverted to stroking Harry’s buns through the fabric.

“Jussy, let him be, Love. Let’s listen to his proposal first. We can always fuck him later if we don’t like the idea.”

Harry carefully re housed his member and pulled on his denims: “As I said, Malfoy has to obey me. Hermione’s already painted his privates with potions, and she’s controlling him in Arithmancy at this very time. Blaise knows about a blue box and the suggestion is that you use its contents on Malfoy whilst we watch. Perhaps we could join in.”

“So he’s still got that blue box, has he? We’d need quite a few days to use them all.”

“Fancy visiting London for a long weekend?”

“Why do you ask?”

“We’re free after lunch on Friday until Monday afternoon this coming weekend. My house can accommodate us all and there’s an interesting hidden basement we could use. Meanwhile you could terrorise him a bit. You’re DA members so you know where Number Twelve is.”

“Yes … And we’re free too. That’s a good idea. Now – when can we fuck you?”

“On one condition.”

“You’re in no position to bargain; we could have you stripped and bent over that tree stump in no time, but tell us all the same.”

“We do it in comfortable surroundings and I can fuck you in return.”

That’s not a bargain; it’s an offer we can’t refuse. When – now?”

“I had thought this evening after we’ve done our homework. Say nine o’clock?”

“Right you’re on. What shall we do with this spare bug?”

Harry looked crafty: “Well … Hagrid only expects three …”

“Got it in one. I wonder how big things swell if they’re stung.”

Just then they heard Hagrid bellowing for his class to return. Harry carefully checked that his zip was done and his shirt tucked in.

They were not the first to arrive back but only a few stragglers followed them in.

“Well, did you catch any?”

“Yes Hagrid, here are our three jars.”

“Well done, you’re the only ones who did. How did you catch them?”

“Harry lured them out of a bush.” Justin winked wickedly at Harry.

“What did you use?”

“Well Harry sprinkled the bush with some milt and they didn’t like it.”

“Oh, I see; milk was it, didn’t know that would work. Thanks for that idea Harry. Would you take these to Madam Pomfrey, a couple of juniors got stung. Now she can make the serum to cure them.”

“Okay, Hagrid.”

### INFIRMARY ###

Poppy was very pleased to see the specimens, and showed them how to milk the insects’ venom sacs.

Harry casually asked: “What do the swellings look like; just in case we see one of the juniors who’ve been stung.”

“As usual, Harry, always looking out for others. Well … The insects tend to go for fingers or toes; if you are foolish enough to go barefoot through the forest. The appendages tend to swell slightly but lengthen considerably. The real problem is the itching. If you’re not careful the victim scratches themselves bloody. One good thing is that once you’ve been stung it immunises you. So most of this lot of venom will be pasteurised and used as an inoculation. It can also be converted into a salve by mixing it with aquasens to decrease the itching; the swelling will usually reduce back to normal in four days.”

“Fine … How are your patients progressing?”

“They have tunnels round the effected digits so that they cannot scratch and I’ve given them a calming potion. Once I’ve made up the balm they’ll be all right, if a little encumbered by extra long digits.” Poppy looked at them askance and then smirked: “I guess you’re all old enough to understand. One young man peed into a bush, guess where the mantis stung him. At the moment he holds the record for the longest dong in the world. It has affected his seminal vessels and they’re overproducing semen. I’ve had to attach a tube to him. He’ll be very pleased to receive the balm. He’ll have to rub it on himself though. I’m not being accused of interfering with my charges.”

“Poor guy,” Harry sympathised [he hoped in the right tone of voice]. “I’m glad we could help him.”

### LUNCHEON ###

Justin and Michael joined the party for lunch giving Draco the jitters by occasionally leering at him. Afterwards it was McGonagall’s lesson so Harry allowed Draco to zip up. He even did not insist on Draco being bare whilst they worked on their evening assignments. Harry avoided any questions re Justin and Michael, thus stoking Draco’s feelings of unease.

Half-past eight brought Blaise and Hermione to the room.

“Where’s Ron,” Harry asked.

“He’ll be along soon. Hermione threatened to castrate him if he didn’t finish his homework first,” offered Blaise: “Personally I think that’s self defeating, but he believes her … After all; he did see her painting Draco’s bits.”

Hermione giggled: “He’ll work it out in a week or so; then I’ll have to invent another threat to keep him in line.” She changed tack: “Wouldn’t it annoy Lucius if we sent his son’s balls nicely wrapped up in a gift pack? We were learning about vasectomies this afternoon in our medi-magic class. I’m told that they’re relatively easy to do. However castration is a little more complicated. If Malfoy gets too out-of-line I’m sure our class would like to have a go.”

“N-no p-please?” Draco was cupping his clothed balls and looking worried.

Hermione winked at Harry who said: “Right, Malfoy, time for you to strip. Then you can come and lie on the table. Hermione could show us where the incisions are to be made.”

Draco was extremely methodical in getting undressed, carefully folding each item of clothing and putting it away. Something Harry normally got Kreacher to do. Eventually Draco could prevaricate no longer and reluctantly climbed upon the table. He lay there with his hands gripping his pubes.

“That’s no good, Malfoy. Hands at your sides – Now!” Harry ordered: “And keep them there.”

Just then there was a knock on the door, Blaise opened it and in trooped Ronald closely trailed by Justin and Michael. Justin’s eyes lit up and lunged towards the prone, bare Slytherin.

“Hold it, Justin, there’s plenty of time. Hermione was just going to show us how to castrate a male.”

“Oh right … Nice one Harry. Can we watch, please?”

“I might even let you help,” remarked Hermione brightly.

Draco burst into tears: “Oh-oh please H-Harry, don’t let them. I promise to be good to all of you, I won’t slag anyone off, not ever again. You can do what you like to me, but please leave me intact.” His gonads and penis shrank; trying to hide inside his fair curls.

Hermione stood and clap-wiped her hands, placing them on Draco’s upper thighs. Draco let out a big sob and shivered in fright.

“First, let me explain a little about the difference between a vasectomy and castration …” [There followed a long Hermione dissertation about the male fertility system]. She used Draco’s private area for demonstration purposes. Various felt-tip pens were used to mark the courses of sundry vesicles. Different cutting clipping and cauterising procedures were explained, with everybody [except Draco] using their hands to explore the multitudinous places she mentioned. There was another mini-lecture on the prostate gland which entailed everyone trying to find the one hidden up Draco’s anus. The finale was her pumping the subject’s penis and describing the various journeys of the sperm to reach the outside world. Once the seminal fluid appeared she ably demonstrated which penile nerve endings affected which abdominal ones. By that time Draco’s fears had somewhat been swamped by his lasciviousness.

“Ah, Justin perhaps you would demonstrate that last display again, trying to remember the proper medical terms.”

“Love to Hermione – now let me see – the sperm ducts are here, is that right?” Justin pointed to the wrong place.

Hermione quickly cottoned on to the game; she knew that Justin knew where they were because he had attended the same magi-medic class that she had.

“No, Justin here.” Hermione moved his hand and [accidently?] caressed one of Draco’s tender nerve endings.

A double act started, poking and pulling at Draco’s private parts. He became both aroused and worried by their manual attentions. Justin borrowed Harry’s repair kit, got out a needle, threaded it and pretended he was going to sew Draco’s balls prior to castration. In fact he managed to prick Draco’s prick in many places before they were done.

### DEMONSTRATION ###

Draco was in a real state: he was aroused. A bobbing blue and multi-hued boner demonstrated that; he was blubbing and moaning because he really believed the operation was to take place; he jiggled around because the area around his balls smarted from the pricking and pulling; worst of all Hermione had produced a thermometer and was demonstrating how to take a penile temperature, only she kept twisting and probing with it, thus exciting a steady flow of precum from Draco’s meatus and humping reactions from its owner.

By pausing every now and again, Draco was kept on the edge of coition for nearly an hour.

After he had eventually splashed out, another demonstration took place about nerve endings. Using a feather Justin touched specific areas of Draco’s anatomy. Showing how the long engorgement period had made the area of excitement spread to Draco’s stomach and behind. Draco did not know whether to scream, laugh, hump or cum; the more Justin tickled the less in control of his bodily functions Draco became; embarrassing himself greatly by peeing over himself, and humping at the same time. Ronald made various derogatory remarks; Blaise took a couple of pictures. Only Harry was man enough to use some tissues to mop Draco off whilst everyone else laughed at the humiliated blond’s incontinence.

“I think we’ve done enough for today,” said Harry, after the mocking and mopping had finished. I’m in London for the rest of the week and Malfoy will be accompanying me. Kingsley has some poisonous potions that need nullifying. That’ll keep our little blond amused.”

There were groans from the would-be torturers, but Draco felt a sense of relief. Harry soon altered that.

“Most of you know where my house is in London don’t you? How about us having a long weekend there? I shall be free from Friday lunchtime onwards, and none of us have lessons until after lunch on Monday. Kreacher would love to have a few more people to look after than just me, so you’re all invited.”

“Will Malfoy be there?”

“Of course – that was part of the plan.”

“What if I object?”

“Object as much as you like, Malfoy. It won’t make the slightest bit of difference. You’ll do as you’re told. Ah … Yes … And you’ll bring the blue box with you. Justin and Michael are going to demonstrate its contents to us.”

“He’ll make a lot of noise; we did when he used them on us.”

“No worries; Aunt Walburga’s shown me a special cellar. I think it was used by the Blacks when they wanted to persuade a recalcitrant someone to do their will, so it’s fairly soundproof.” Harry grinned maliciously at Draco.

Draco pulled a face and shivered. He knew his protests would fall on deaf ears. Besides which he wanted the others to go, so that he could have a shower and remove the stink of drying urine from his skin.

As they left each one did something to him. Hermione slapped his inner thighs, Ronald swatted his cock, Blaise pulled his balls, and after Michael had pumped him hard Justin gripped his cock and ran his palm heavily over the top of Draco’s glans; making the blond squirm and shudder.

As the last one left, Kreacher popped in with a cleaning agent and cloths.

Harry stopped his elf cleaning up and made the naked Draco clean the table thoroughly. Whilst supervising the blond Harry and Kreacher chatted about the weekend’s arrangements; occasionally swatting Draco’s arse if they saw a piece he had missed. It was an eye-opener for Draco, he suddenly realised how hard house-elves had to work. After thoroughly cleaning the table and its surroundings Kreacher gave Draco some wax polish, insisting that a mirror-like shine would only satisfy him.

Harry had gone to have a shower and had told Kreacher to chastise the reluctant Slytherin with a supple withy if he slacked. As Harry showered he could hear yelps followed by foghorn instructions and more yelps. When Harry came out of the bathroom Draco was running round the room holding his backside.

“He won’t hold still Master,” complained Kreacher: “There is still the supporting column to shine.”

“But that’s under the table’s centre, I can’t have splashed there.”

“It’s still part of the table and has to be cleaned,” insisted Kreacher.

“But I have to bend down to reach it, and when I do he swipes my bum.”

“Had you properly polished the table to begin with, I would have no need to punish you at all,” Kreacher growled.

Harry could see that his house-elf was having fun: “Malfoy, polish that plinth and column just as Kreacher requires. Take your punishment as you should for not having shone the table top first time.”

“But Harry …” Draco wheedled.

“… But nothing … Head under the table now …! Get polishing.”

Draco sobbed but did as he was told, bearing his arse for Kreacher to thrash. After three or four strokes Harry stopped the elf and whispered in his ear. Kreacher grinned wickedly and swished the cane. Draco tensed but no blow came. As he relaxed the bendy wood flicked his buttocks stinging as it did so. Draco started polishing for all he was worth, with Kreacher swishing and flicking until it was gleaming.

“Please Harry, may I take a shower?”

“Yes, Malfoy, there’s some antiseptic balm for your bottom on the shelf too. Don’t wake me when you’ve finished, I’m going to bed.”

Harry did not hear Draco go to bed because he was sound asleep. Kreacher made sure that his master was not attacked by a resentful blond and stayed on guard until both humans were asleep. In fact Draco had no intention of attacking Harry, he had realised that he had to win the Gryff over by guile and soft words.
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