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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
(Voyeurism and fingers, minor tying up, frotting. Restrained and milked by spiders.)
~~~ LESSON CONTINUED ~~~
Both older boys changed position onto their sides. Oliver shuffled over towards Marcus's back and Marcus lifted his upper leg to display all that was available. Harry still had hold of each prick and was still fondling the, by now, scarlet mushrooms. Then Marcus rested the lifted ankle on Harry's shoulder so that, now, Harry could easily see Marcus's pucker glistening with lubricant. Marcus shoved back slightly and Oliver's end became close to its target.
"Well ... Are you going to aim it for me?" Oliver sounded slightly exasperated.
Harry compared the sausage to the hole as they touched: "It seems far too large to fit in."
"Well ... I can assure you it isn't. Leave go and watch."
Harry trailed his fingers down Oliver's stem, causing him to heave forward. Just over half disappeared inside Marcus's bum. Harry's other hand felt Marcus’s prick twitch, so he caressed the glans. Marcus huffed and shoved back, eating up the rest of Oliver's red rod. Harry manually compared two sets of exposed balls whilst both boys quivered. Another change of position occurred. Oliver's legs came forward between Marcus's parted thighs and Marcus relaxed slightly, shuffling to ease the pose. However, there was still ample room for Harry to see what was happening and fondle Marcus's pubic area. That was a signal for Oliver to start. He pulled backwards at much the same time that an excited Marcus pushed his stem forward into Harry's hand. Almost all of Oliver's extended rod became visible, but it was only for half a minute before it reversed back inside the Slyth. That gave Harry just enough time to feel how hard it was. Watching the increasing reciprocation, it occurred to Harry that he might catch hold of it if he co-ordinated his actions with theirs. First try was on Marcus, not too successful and both boys shuddered to a halt. Nothing was said as the rhythm restarted in a more leisurely fashion. Harry found out that if he nipped Marcus's knob-end just after Oliver was nearly out, it enhanced the process and both participants grunted gratefully as they slammed together. With those mechanics sorted; Harry concentrated on Oliver's reciprocating rod and thrusting perineum, which were exposed fully just before the return thrust. Fingers caressing there felt a throb just before the push came. A gentle stroke increased the speed of entry. So all three developed an increasing piston-rate until Harry forgot to remove the intruding fingers. As Oliver moved forward, those fingers encountered something soft and yielding and sank inside. They remained there; trapped by firm muscles as Oliver prepared for the next forward move. Before Harry could pull them out Oliver had shoved back inside and most of Harry's hand disappeared. He wiggled the enclosed digits.
"Merlin ... He's found my love spot and is tickling it!"
Oliver's taught muscles took Harry's fingers with them as he felt around the lump inside. The piston faltered and pulsed. A new vigour was present when the tendons shoved forward again. More than Harry thought possible.
"And you've found mine, at last" howled Marcus.
Harry was nonplussed, but he maintained his wriggling action whilst he thought and watched his other fingers glide along Marcus's purple prong. This caused the rapidity to increase until, suddenly everything ceased moving. The two participants went rigid and shouted. Pulses of cream issued from Marcus's purple knob and Harry could feel them happening inside Oliver’s balls. The lump jumped and he could remove his fingers. With a large satisfied sigh both boys relaxed slightly. Harry's digits were well lubricated now and, as he moved them Marcus spasmed. Thus, Oliver' soft prick emerged covered in spunk. Harry scooped some up from both boys to compare it. However, he forgot immediately when he saw the reaction. Both appendages spasmed, and started to expand again. Intrigued he tried again, squeaks came from both boys’ throats and their sex organs filled out. Again, Harry tried the same move and had a more vigorous result with extra cream making a dribbling appearance accompanied by jerks of enjoyment. He swiped yet again but thereafter the result lessened until both boys grabbed Harry's hands.
Oliver grinned: "First lesson in man-sex over, Harry. Second coming up when Markey stops quivering."
A weak voice added: "Are you sure you've not done this before laddie?"
"Yes Markey, I'm sure. Most of what happened isn't in the book either. Didn't you enjoy it?"
"OH YES WE DID," was the chorused reply: "But the anal aftershocks are most debilitating," one of them explained.
"Really?" Harry coated his fingers and entered both the exposed puckers. Both recipients' feet drummed the mattress into submission, howling obscenities.
"Is that good?" Harry tried to sound innocent. He wriggled his fingers and both sets of thighs slammed too.
"You were inside and caressing our prostate glands at the same time."
"Prostate?"
"Yes, those little lumps, just inside our bums."
"Oh ... I see," He grinned goofily at Marcus, and had another rub at their inner gonads.
"H-h-h-h-h-harry ... P-p-p-p-p-please ..."
Much the same response to a third go happened.
Marcus looked serious: "Let us rest ... Please ... Harry ... We'll be no good for the second round otherwise."
"You both look worn out," observed Harry: "I feel tired too ... Um ... How about we have a shower? It'll be nearly curfew by the time that's over. I'm already in trouble from McG for not being in bed by then - I pleaded late training - so she gave me one of her 'I-don't-believe-you' smiles and promised heavy retribution next time."
Marcus looked at Oliver and they agreed. The shower was leisurely, and an amount of horseplay took place. Enough for Harry to learn a few more tricks to make male instruments come quickly alive before the trio rushed off to their various dormitories.
Harry ended his tale: “So now you know what happened to me a year ago.
~~~ INCARCEROUS ~~~
During the Christmas holidays when the Golden Three plotted about the Polyjuice Potion Hermione reminded them that there could be certain aphrodisiacal side effects and that they were to be careful.
Therefore, having sat in the Slytherin Common Room trying to be friendly towards Draco, Harry had a raging hard-on.
When Harry and Ronald started to change back and rushed out, the blond followed them at a more leisurely pace, being worried about his minder’s supposed stomach ache. From their hiding place Harry saw Draco heading towards the Matron’s office and knew he had to head the Slyth off before he learnt the truth. Telling Ronald to go to Hermione, Harry donned his invisibility cloak and went to intercept the fair haired Slytherin.
Draco jumped when Harry tapped him on the shoulder; looking round he saw no one and then surmised who was there.
“Alright, Potter. What do you want?”
“To fulfil the rest of the oath, it has been nagging me most of the term.”
“Well we can’t do it in a Hogwarts corridor, can we?”
“Get under the cloak; then Filch won’t see us.”
“Okay, why not; it’ll liven up a rather boring day, though it’s a bit cramped under this cloak.” Draco slid his hand down beneath Harry’s belt.
“I thought we might find a room nearby.” Harry placed a restraining hand on the blond’s wrist.
“Okay; your dorm or mine.” Draco wiggled his fingers.
“Ron’s in ours.” Harry arched as his cock grew.
“That rules that out! Crabbe and Goyle will return to ours soon – they’ve got stomach ache again. I’m not surprised really; they gobble everything in sight. I’m not sure that their moaning would be the right atmosphere for what I have in mind.” The blond now had his fingers encircling Harry’s pulsing pole.
“Okay! Where to, then?” Harry shuddered as his glans-ridge was tickled.
“One of the guest rooms – we’ve no guests at the moment, have we?” Draco wiped a finger over Harry’s slit.
“No! Good idea Malfoy. Let’s go!” Harry overcame his desire to buck into Draco’s fist.
When they arrived, Harry started undressing when Draco removed his hand to apply the locking and silencing charms.
“Where do you want me?” asked a naked and very aroused Gryffindor.
The blond ogled Tousle-head’s reddening components. “On the bed please, Potter.”
“Please! From you?”
“Yes! Well you were being civilised about it so I thought I should be too.”
“Um … So … Thanks for returning the cloak.”
“Self-preservation really! You’d have made an enormous fuss if I hadn’t, wouldn’t you? Probably invented a story that would tarnish the Malfoy reputation even further. After all, as you’re the Boy-who-lived, everyone would believe you.”
“Um … I suppose they would … Though I’m not sure I could be that underhand. Do you want to tie me up?”
“Oh!” Draco looked at Harry slyly: “Do you want to be tied up, then?”
Harry blushed, almost as red as his straining knob: “Um … I suppose I do … Um.”
“No problem, Potter. Theo gets turned on by that kind of thing.”
“Do you mean that you don’t?”
“Hmm … Well … It’s happened to me a couple of times.”
Harry thought the smirk of Draco’s face showed a tad of understanding as he set about tying Harry’s limbs to the four bedposts.
“You know! I never did tell anyone your true score,” Harry ventured, as the blond leaned over him to tie a knot.
“Why ever not?”
“It seemed just a bit too personal.”
“Thank you. I have grown somewhat over the holidays. Father had me practicing with my wand every day.”
“Just with your wand?”
“Both of them, actually!” Draco grinned seductively.
“Show me, then; please?” Harry could see the anticipatory bulge below Draco’s waistline.
“What? The wooden one or the fleshly.”
“The one hiding behind the bulge below your buckle. I’ve seen your other wand too many times at work in the classroom and elsewhere.”
Draco’s face broke into a smile. Harry marvelled at the warmth in the blond boy’s expression.
“You’ve just given me an idea.” Draco started to remove his garments.
Harry watched the silk smooth skin appear with growing anticipation, as the blond stripped off completely.
“Like what you see, Potter?”
“It’s almost twice as big as it was last time we had hold of it. I bet your score is nearly double. What’s your idea?”
“You’ll see!” Draco climbed on to the foot of the bed and crawled up between Harry’s splayed legs.
Harry was slightly worried about what might happen and clenched; having seen the preposterous drawings in the book about penetration and remembering the Olver's and Marcus's exploits last year. He need not have worried. Draco carefully lay down on top of Harry, placing his erection next door to Harry’s and commencing to rub up and down. To fulfil his undulations, Draco lay on Harry’s chest, with his head resting in reverse next to Harry’s. When that happened, Harry turned his head slightly and caught their reflection in the dressing-table mirror.
Harry watched two milk-white butt-mounds flexing and grinding. He had an urge to stroke them, especially when Draco’s arse-muscles dimpled. Harry cursed the fact that his hands were tied up, wondering how to free himself.
Whether it was the castle’s magic or his own Harry knew not, but the ties around his wrists loosened. Harry carefully inched his hands down his body, once his arms were at full stretch he had his fingers creep up until they were resting on Malfoy’s butt cheeks.
“Well! Are you going to stroke them then? That’s what you were aiming to do, wasn’t it?”
Harry did as instructed. When Harry stroked Draco pushed down harder. Soon, experiencing the flexing muscles under the silk smooth skin sent Harry over the top. The blond had not reached his apogee and continued to hump. Harry started quivering in delight. By the time Draco had reached his climax Harry was in automatic hump and his ankle restraints had given way. So, when Draco relaxed after summation, Harry rolled them over and continued the frotting. Draco’s hands now caressed Harry’s bum urging the Gryffindor to greater efforts.
Draco started to tremble in exquisite eroticism catching up with Harry’s slower culmination. They both gasped as their libidos spewed luscious shots of lubricious sperm. The joint outburst of energy left them drained, so they quivered against each other enjoying the aftershocks of coition. Draco turned slightly and Harry slid to his side. They lay there, ear to ear; gripping each other’s buns and sighing. They dropped into a doze clutching each other for dear life.
~~~ LATER ~~~
“Wake up, Malfoy. We seem to be stuck together.”
“Merlin, Potter, use your wand to un-glue us.”
“Accio wand! … This is yours, I believe.”
“Thanks.” Draco muttered a shaky spell and two mages slowly peeled apart.
They sat on the edge of the bed with their buttocks and outer thighs touching. If one of them moved it seemed to thrill the other one, whose probe thickened in response. A gentle competition started to see who could get the other to become hard first. In the ensuing excitement, they both became so engorged that they soon were playing with each other’s throbbing toy. Neither would give up although the sensations they experienced were very debilitating. The thrill was there but the juice for sublimation was still in the manufacturing process.
They shouted at each other to stop, but lacked the willpower to finish. They collapsed backwards on the bed, humping but not letting go. Their gushers eventually erupted with both crying out in enjoyed anguish. One or two manipulations later their digits slumped, protecting each other with slime covered hands.
They awoke an hour later and by some miracle managed not to excite each other to further fornication. They shared a shower, soaping each other and sprouting woodies, but apart from ogling each other nothing went further.
Putting on their undergarments was distressing and they huffed whenever the fabric rubbed.
The Slyth’s sarcastic tone re-emerged: “I hope My Lord will remember my services when he comes into his inheritance.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well! You are the heir of Slytherin, aren’t you?”
“I thought you were.”
“You’re the Parselmouth, not me?”
“So if neither of us is, who must it be?”
“Most likely a Slytherin, but Marcus has interrogated all our students and I’m ninety per cent sure it ain’t one of the current lot.”
“I can’t imagine it being one of the other houses, but I’ll have a sift through our lot again. Maybe someone’s being bewitched and it doesn’t show.”
“I didn’t mind about Filtch’s cat, but a freezing student; that’s going a bit too far.
“I know what you mean about the cat; I’m almost sure she can see through my cloak. Anyway; I thought a budding death eater would go further than just freezing somebody without any qualms.”
“That’s what Father expects too, but I’m not sure I could stomach killing someone.
“Um ... That’s what I feel too, but I may have to do it, you know.”
“Yes! And I imagine Father will force me to do the same. Will you cover me back to the dungeon, please?”
“Can’t have Filch finding us, or he’ll be sure one of us is the heir.”
Harry took Draco back to the Slytherin corridor and was tempted to linger and find out the password; only Ronald came looking for him and interrupted at the crucial time.
“Harry, if you can hear me,” Ronald whispered, “we’ve got a problem with Herms.”
Harry crept past Ronald and appeared at the stop of the steps, in order to give the retreating Draco time to get home. “What’s wrong?”
“She won’t come out of the stall in Myrtle’s bathroom.”
“Okay! Get underneath, let’s both go and see if we can persuade her.”
After delivering a frightened and bewhiskered Hermione to Madam Pomfrey, Harry and Ronald sat in their dorm; Harry told Ronald what had gone on. After his initial outburst of anger and, because it was playtime and they were naked, Ronald wanted to try this new game out.
“Only once tonight please, Ron. I’m still a little sore.”
“We can wait until tomorrow, if you like.”
“Looking at both of us, we’d have to have another game to work our boners off, so shall I lie on you or the other way around?”
In answer Ronald went and lay on his bed, legs splayed and a worried expression on his face: “Do I have to be tied up?
“No, not really. It was just my kinkiness.”
“Yes; I know. You love it when we hold you down.”
To stop any further embarrassment, Harry climbed on to Ronald and started humping. Harry found the experience very enjoyable and flooded Ronald’s belly with cream. However there just seemed to be a little extra something missing. ‘Ginger hair’ had shouted and screamed during his summation, later saying that he thought the sensation to be the best he’d ever had; Harry had the sense not to disabuse his friend.
Afterwards Ronald had had a think about what Harry had reported of the conversation between him and Malfoy.
“I bet that bugger only gave you those glorious feelings, because he thought he could get in with the new Lord of Slytherin. Sucking up to the boss’s son, so to speak.”
“No! I got the feeling that he was doing it because we both would enjoy it.”
Ronald looked very dubious at Harry’s response. However, the suggestion had sowed a seed of caution in Harry’s mind.
At breakfast, the following morning, Harry tried a tentative smile at Draco, only to receive a big scowl back. Harry managed to get near to Draco on their way out of the hall.
“I didn’t think Gryffindorks could be so underhand, I’d expect it from a Slytherin.” Draco muttered, looking darkly at Harry. “I even thought we were beginning to make friends.”
“We were! What’s happened?”
“You only came and seduced me so that I wouldn’t find out about you locking up Crabbe and Goyle until later. Though I’m not quite sure why you did it.”
Harry felt guilty, because the blond had guessed part of the reason, also because he had pumped Draco into revealing that he was not the Heir to Slytherin. His blushing mumbling only confirmed to Draco that his accusation was correct and he swept away in high dudgeon.
Ronald had seen the exchange, but not heard the conversation: “See … I told you he was only buttering you up, now he doesn’t want to know you, does he?”
Harry’s confusion also confirmed to Ronald that he was correct in his assumption.
Harry tried some tentative peace overtures, but was rebuffed soundly; so, the antagonistic status quo resumed its normal course. There was still a problem on both sides of the fence as the two participants had occasional wet dreams about the other one.
When the other students returned at the start of term, Harry and Ronald regaled them with the details. The next nude playtime had Seamus jumping Harry and frotting against him. As before, Harry liked the sensations and put down his reservations to the fact that Seamus’s over-eagerness put Harry off slightly; although he had to admit that Seamus had a very clutch-able bum.
~~~ ARACHNIDS ~~~
Ronald’s fear of spiders was put severely to the test when he and Harry had to talk to Aragog. He was even more alarmed when the chief spider talked about giving his followers ‘fresh meat’. However, something more took place before the pair were rescued by the car.
When the two boys turned to try to retrace their steps the lesser spiders pounced, that we know. However, what we did not know was that both of them were encased in sticky spider’s web. Ronald screamed once and passed out. Harry, on the other hand, remained conscious and continued to struggle. As his trapped hands tried ineffectually to reach his wand he felt smaller members of the spider band crawling up inside his trousers. Once they were beyond his knees their furry bodies began to caress his inner thighs. Despite his fright, Harry began to sprout a hard-on. This tented the limited room under his zip and gave the smaller spiders’ full access to his delicate area. His libido was heightened when the hairy thoraxes rubbed his blossoming erection.
The sticky threads were elastic and allowed Harry to grind his hips. One dog-sized spider came towards Harry, clicking its mandibles at just below waist height. Harry froze, imagining that his engorgement was to be the first part of the grisly spider-fest. The mandibles attacked his top button, slicing it off; confirming Harry’s worst fears. One of the bony mouth-parts hooked over his waistband, and chewed its way through the leather of his belt and then the tough denim waistband. This chewing continued following the seam of Harry’s flies; whilst on the inside the smaller ones were still maintaining the friction on his engorged phallus. Despite his fright Harry’s sex-drive kept him fully erect.
The chewing mandibles paused and its jaws opened. Enough of the fastenings had been cut away for Harry’s jeans to be tugged down by the lesser spiders. He looked in horror at the spider’s mouthparts moved side to side in a very deliberate chewing movement and its beady eyes looked at the shining meat sticking out of his boxers. The big spider pounced, Harry screamed in anticipation, only to find his boxers severed and sliding down his legs. His relief was only short lived because, when he looked up, the arachnid was still chomping and regarding the scarlet pole fixatedly.
Harry’s heart was beating rapidly, and his boner bobbed slightly in time to his heartbeats. The awful arachnid seemed to be mesmerised by this and was bobbing its body in sync. Very deliberately the monster moved forwards, bouncing in time with Harry’s pulse. The noise of the clicking mandibles hypnotised Harry, and his eyes could neither blink nor tear themselves away from this approaching, masticating, clicking doom. Harry envisaged himself being slowly chewed; at last, fear overcame lust and he began to droop. The spider saw what was happening and attacked. Harry saw his whole pole disappear inside the chomping mouth-parts. He braced himself for the final bite, grinding his teeth together.
The severance never came, instead the mandibles tickled and tugged gently, making Harry quickly regain his engorgement. Hairs inside the spider’s throat irritated Harry’s glans so that he began to buck and thrust. The sensation in his groin soon became overpowering and his balls moved into firing position. He flooded the spider’s innards with cum and the arachnid milked every last drop before leaving to share the regurgitated harvest with its mates.
Before Harry could droop another spider had taken the first one’s place and re-energised Harry’s libido. He lost count of the number of insects that he and Ronald satisfied that afternoon. Sometime during the process Ronald woke up humping a big green arachnid. As Harry watched his mate’s face he saw lust overcome fear. Ronald’s grimace became smiles of pleasure and then gasps of libidinousness. Harry also had time to admire Ronald’s flexing bum-muscles pumping in time to the monster’s manipulations.
“This kind of fresh meat, I quite enjoy. Maybe I don’t need to be quite as afraid of spiders anymore,” said Ronald and passed out again.
Harry lapsed into unconsciousness not long afterwards. He came too in the front seat of the car with a semi-naked Ronald next door to him. They used Reparo charms on their chewed clothes and decided on a small fib about the car rescuing them just in time.
“Well it has rescued us, hasn’t it, Harry?” Ronald blushed.
“And, I suppose, it was just in time to save us from another session when we woke up,” added Harry, also blushing.
“I wonder if Hagrid does that every time he goes to see Aragog.”
“If he doesn’t come back; does that mean we must keep feeding them?”
“I bet Seamus would love it.”
“Um … I think I rather liked it too.”
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