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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or films. I do not make any money from the writing of this story, just enjoyment.

Chapter List
- 5
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- 7
[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
(Mutual frotting, forced masturbation, tying up, dungeon whipping, cock & balls torture)
~~~ PAYING PAIN ~~~
On the train home, Harry stared morosely through the window at the passing scenery. The sexual itch for Draco hadn’t gone away and was exacerbated by memories of happenings on previous train rides. Their group had become bored with practicing disarming each other and the girls had gone off into another compartment to chatter. As the train had been divided into zones, one for each house, it so happened that the compartment Harry and his friends inhabited was the last one in the Gryffindor section. Next door was an empty divider enclave, ostensibly for prefects, and then the Slytherin section started.
Draco was equally out of sorts, most students thought it was because his father had been sacked as a school governor, but his perceptive dorm-mates knew better. Draco was also staring vacantly out of the train window.
In the Gryffindor compartment the boys had been teasing Neville excessively, something that Harry usually tempered before it got too much out of hand, for which Neville was grateful. Not that he minded too much, he felt it was a sign that he had a place in the group. He had escaped temporarily and was leaning on the handrail guarding the window with his back to the empty compartment. Blaise had received much the same treatment in the Slytherin cabin; he had adopted the same remedy as Neville to escape the aggro.
Each of them recognised a fellow sufferer, and had talked about it on more than one occasion; praising their leaders for not normally letting things go too far.
“So, how’s your chief, then?” asked Blaise in a dull voice as he recovered from his latest ribbing and leaned on the rail.
“Lost in his own thoughts.” Neville smiled wanly.
“So, you escaped then? Much like me. Draco has been down in the dumps ever since his father’s last visit to the school.”
“So I heard, but Harry’s been pining about something else, I think.”
“Mmm … That’s what we think is the matter with Draco, too. You don’t think it has anything to do with their argument at Christmas time, do you?”
“Could be! A certain fire has gone out of Harry’s bedtime romps with the rest of us.”
“Erm … Are they of a sexual nature? Ours are!” Blaise moved close to Neville so they were just touching.
“Nice to know that others do the same. That rubbing game is quite a turn on, isn’t it?” Neville seemed to scratch his leg, managing to caress Blaise’s at the same time.
“You bet. It was our chief that put us up to it; he said he’d learnt it from yours and then had an argument about why they’d done it. This standing on principal thing is a bit overdone when it comes to enjoyment, I think.” Blaise’s hand caught Neville’s and squeezed it gently.
“How about an experiment?” Neville squeezed the holding hand in return.
“What … you and me?” Blaise looked hopeful.
“It has possibilities, but I was really thinking about our leaders.”
“You mean, get them together again? Nah! They’re too far entrenched for that.”
“Perhaps, but not if they saw each other naked and turned on, they wouldn’t.”
“That’s an idea. Getting them naked would be a doddle, if we use that spin-the-bottle and lose a garment game. I’m sure we’re both sneaky enough to make sure it stops and points to them slightly more than it should.”
“We could black out the spare compartment behind us and lock them in it, couldn’t we? There’re over two hours yet before we arrive at Kings Cross.”
Neville and Blaise looked at each other, smirked and gave thumbs-up salutes. Silently they blacked out the empty compartment and then returned to their respective seats.
Harry did not look up as Neville re-entered, neither did he take much notice when his mates went into a huddle.
Harry was resistant to the suggestion at first.
“It is the last time before we part for our individual holidays, Harry,” pleaded Neville; “something to remember when we wank alone in our beds.”
‘Alone in his bed’, reminded Harry of his forthcoming isolation at Privet Drive, so he thought again, smiled and agreed to join in the game.
Seamus was the first to remove his shoes, followed by Dean and the same items. Harry lost twice in a row and was now barefoot. Ronald had lost his shirt before Harry had another run of bad luck and was now bare from the waist up. Dean lost his trousers and then Harry did. Seamus, having been missed for many goes, suddenly found himself removing four items in succession. Neville had only his trousers left when Harry lost again; his half-hard-on sprung out as he removed his boxers. Two goes later Harry lost again and had to lie on the seat whilst his mates tickled his todger. Neville heard the agreed code of knocks on the door and silently signalled the others.
Using his boxers, Harry’s mates blindfolded him and applied a temporary Langlock. Harry struggled as he was carried out of the compartment and into the next one. There he was placed on one of the two upholstered bench-seats. They held him there, ensuring his continued excited state until Draco was placed on the other seat. A quick withdrawal, a locking charm, a silencing one and the lifting of the Langlock, was completed in thirty seconds.
The blond was the first to tear his blindfold off.
“Merlin, Potter; was this your doing?”
“Feels more like an underhand Slytherin plot, to me. If so; why are you naked?” Harry eyed Draco’s still rampant rod.
“Because my conniving dorm-mates inveigled me into that silly bottle game.” Draco’s eyes took in Harry’s glances as well as his raging hard-on.
“So did mine. I was reluctant at first. Then I thought ‘what the hell’. It’d give me something to wank about when I was solitarily in bed during the holidays.”
“I don’t believe you, when you say you’re all alone. What about the Weasel gang?”
“They’re off to Egypt and my uncle is almost sure to imprison me in my room. He has on the previous occasions.”
“Mmm … Me too! Father doesn’t want me to become contaminated, so he says. In reality, it’s so he can go through my school report and beat me for every time I failed to come out top of the class. Your Mudblood friend is likely to have given me at least a dozen spankings to look forward to, per my reckoning. Father will probably find at least as many more.”
“It’s the same for me, but different. Uncle Vernon says he’s going to beat the magic out of me, so it’s a daily session with a belt on my bare arse. I think it turns him on. They have twin beds in their room, so I doubt that Aunt Petunia gives him any nooky.
“Strapped on a bare arse … Mmm … Same here … I get turned on sometimes too.” Draco blushed and turned away with a haunted look in his eyes.
Harry’s anger melted. Here was a kindred spirit. Harry went and sat next to Draco, placing a comforting arm around his shoulders.
Draco looked up: “What? And you too?”
Harry nodded, feeling uncomfortable. “Yes!”
“I no longer care why we did it, but I enjoyed it last time. Our mates will probably not let us out until we have.” Draco placed a tentative hand on Harry’s thigh.
Harry jumped and felt his prick thicken. “Okay! Why not?” Then he lay down allowing Draco to climb upon him.
As before; Harry stroked Draco’s silk-smooth arse, humping up to compliment Draco’s movements. The first coition was over quickly as they had been well prepared for it by their mates. After catching their breaths, it was Harry’s turn to be on top. The creamy ejaculate between them made for smoother sliding and gave an extra frisson. Moving together they found that something extra which they had missed from their dorm-games. Draco’s bum-stroking turned to gripping as he pushed into Harry’s belly for their second culmination. They both cooed their appreciation as their flaming fidpins flushed filial fluid between them. Sensations outside and inside joined to make them shudder in delight. Somehow they found the energy to reverse positions again. The blond took his time, sliding up and down salaciously. The vibrations of the train added a further flushed feeling to their already heightened responses. That added half an hour of slow saturnalia had them both ejaculating copiously, thrusting into each other’s bellies as each spurt shot out.
Their excited shouts almost sounded as if they were fighting.
“Oh … Mer … lin … that … was … so … good!”
“Ah … Yes … it … was … won … der … ful.”
They lay there lost in the contemplation of sexual summation, not noticing the time drifting onwards.
There was a thumping on the door: “Quarter of an hour before we get in,” yelled Ronald’s unmistakable voice. “You’d better disentangle yourselves from your brawl and patch up each other’s cuts and bruises.”
“No cuts and bruises, Weasel,” Draco shouted back, “but thanks for the warning.”
Harry and Draco cast cleansing charms on each other and the compartment. They started to dress wincing every time the cloth rubbed their still sensitive parts.
“I think sex makes you civil, Draco,” Harry whispered. “Plus, from what I saw, you’ve gained at least seven more points since Christmas.”
“You’ve put some on too … Hey … you just called me Draco … hmm … Harry?”
“After we’ve been this intimate, I don’t think surnames are any longer appropriate. Neither do you. You just called me Harry … Draco.”
“Okay, but not out there, please. Father would have seven fits if he thought I was consorting with the enemy; and my backside would be red-raw for weeks from his beatings.”
“Agreed! It’d be just another piece of freakishness for my uncle to beat out of me, too.”
“What about our close supporters?” Draco gave a nod towards the closed door.
“They put us in here, so they already suspect from what we’ve told them in our play sessions.”
“Play sessions?”
“Yes … You know!” Harry gave Draco’s now covered lunch-box a light caress.
“So you have them too? I thought it was just us depraved Slytherins.” Draco returned the caress.
“Better stop now; or we’ll be naked on the platform, dragging our trunks behind us.” Harry reluctantly withdrew his hand.
Draco gave Harry a gentle parting squeeze: “Father would have three fits. Firstly, about you, then about me being naked and lastly, about letting down Malfoy pride. Maybe the pride reason would be first.” Draco gave Harry a rueful grin.
Harry giggled and opened the door.
Neville and Blaise were in the forefront of each dorm group, all of them wore questioning expressions. Harry winked at Draco, giving him a quick shoulder hug, receiving a patted bum in response. Then the groups separated to each end of the carriage to retrieve their trunks and alight.
“We managed three times, one after the other,” whispered Harry to his mates as he got off the train, smiling.
~~~ THE DURSLEY CAR ~~~
“I’ll beat that smile off your face,” was Harry’s greeting from Uncle Vernon.
“Wait till we get him home, Vernon,” added Harry’s aunt, nervously looking around in case anyone had overheard.
Dudley grimaced at Harry. He licked his lips lasciviously and covertly rubbed his crotch.
‘Oh well!’ thought Harry, ‘I might just enjoy some of what Dudley has in mind.’ Then he tried to look meekly at his feet.
Harry was also puzzling over sendings that were not from his friends via Blaise. They were fuzzy but seemed to have a thankful and sexual content. Eventually he worked out that they were from Draco. He vowed to look up the book about extrasensory perceptions when he returned to school. It was the one that explained about the group’s sendings and Blaise as a receptor.
~~~ PRIVET DRIVE ~~~
At Petunia’s behest, Vernon drove around until it was dark. Once out of the car in Privet Drive, Harry was hustled quickly through the front door. Dudley grumbled as he helped his father bring Harry’s luggage inside. He grumbled even more as he had to help Harry upstairs with his trunk etc.
Harry being the shortest went up the stairs first, backwards. On entering the small bedroom Harry noticed a calculating glare in Dudley’s eye. Once inside the room Dudley pushed the trunk violently at Harry who tripped and fell with the trunk holding his feet to the ground. Dudley kicked the door closed, coming to kneel on Harry’s flailing arms.
“Well now, Freak. Let’s see if it has grown.” Dudley’s fingers tore Harry’s zip down and fished out Harry's cock.
“This looks as though you played with it recently.”
Harry was still sensitive from his Draco-session, and shuddered as Dudley’s fist gripped his dick.
“Don’t stay with the freak, Dudders. He might contaminate you,” shouted Vernon from below. “Come and have your supper. The Freak can have anything that you leave, once he’s washed the outstanding dishes.
“Okay, Dad. Just coming.” Dudley looked at Harry and whispered: “I think the gang will love your toy. I bet you squirt lots.” He gave Harry’s prick a vindictive yank and opened the door.
Hurriedly Harry tucked himself in and then set about extracting his feet from under the trunk. Afterwards, having made sure that Hedwig had some feed and water, Harry crept downstairs and commenced washing up the kitchen utensils. He had a reasonable amount to eat as Dudley had left half his first course to start on the mountainous trifle Petunia had made.
~~~ THE MANOR ~~~
Draco followed his parents out of the station and into the private Malfoy Apparating Area. Within a minute they were inside the grounds of Malfoy Manor and Draco’s baggage was being stowed away by the house-elves.
“Come with me to my study, Draconius.”
“Yes Father.”
Attempting a meek appearance, Draco trailed after Lucius. Once inside, the elder Malfoy locked the door and went over to his desk. Opening a drawer, he drew out a gauger. Draco knew the drill by now and had already divested his trousers.
Whilst Draco was removing his boxers his father said: I’ll have you remove all your clothes, Draconius; so that the house-elves may decontaminate them.
Draco shrugged, removed his shoes and socks and commenced to haul his upper garments over his head. While Draco was thus blinded he felt Lucius grab his unmentionables.
“What’s this?” Lucius growled: “You have very recently had sexual contact. I hope it was with someone of excellent standing.”
Draco silently thanked Merlin that Harry fell into that category and seemed to hear Harry in his mind.
“Nevertheless,” Lucius continued, “Such antics on a train are not what I expect from the Malfoy Heir.”
With a sinking heart Draco heard his father mutter the charm that opened the secret door and the scraping sounds as it revealed itself.
“Draconius Abraxas Malfoy will descend to the punishment cell, there to await retribution.”
Draco could feel the compulsion of the dreaded punishment cell calling to him. He felt its cold fingers drawing him closer to its vicious maw. He had once defied Lucius and been subject to repeated Crucio until he was a whimpering jelly on its unforgiving cold stone floor. As he descended towards his doom, Draco could feel every grain and curve of the old stone steps with his bare feet. Soon he was inside the most private part of the Malfoy residence and reliving the tortures he had been subjected to.
“Hands up! Legs apart!” Lucius ordered.
As Draco felt the magical fetters grip his wrists and ankles, stretching him akimbo in the centre of the cell. He wondered what form the punishment would take. He soon found out when the dungeon kobold arrived carrying an assortment of whips and lashes.
The kobold used a broad belt to soften up Draco’s bum-tissues. Once it was glowing rosily the straps grew progressively thinner and the corresponding sting increasingly hard to bear. Draco knew that if he cried out, the punishment would only be prolonged, so he ground his teeth and tried to think of other things. The ‘other things’ uppermost in the young Malfoy mind was Harry’s straining scarlet appendage and, fight the image as he might, Draco’s own attributes started to grow in response. Lucius watched avidly as his son’s manhood came into bloom.
“Sven, desist!”
“Yes, Master; what next?”
“The block, I think. On its stand and fixed to the floor.”
“Yes, Master.”
Draco had not heard of this punishment before and so was curious as to what it would be. Between his splayed legs appeared two threaded bolts set securely into the floor. The stand was placed so that the holes in its plated foot corresponded with the bolts. Sven produced two wing nuts and tightened them down onto this foot ensuring a tight fit.
“Normal height, Master?”
“For the time being, yes. You’d better beat him some more; his curiosity is making him droop.”
This time Sven used a whip. He was very accurate and could hit the same mark on Draco’s bum time after time. Draco’s curiosity changed to thoughts of a certain bespectacled Gryffindor and his cock re-erected itself.
“Time for the block, Sven,” interrupted Draco’s distracting musings.
“Yes, Master.”
Draco peered down and was horrified by what he saw. The base of the block was in three pieces held together by screws and there were clamps set into it. Sven set this on the stand and adjusted it until it nestled underneath Draco’s pubic area. The kobold roughly grabbed Draco’s stem and placed it in a semi-cylindrical groove on the front piece of the block. Ensuring that the glans protruded from the front; Draco’s pole was securely clamped with an equivalent upper block. The other two pairs of the block had egg shaped indentations and one each of the victim’s balls were clamped therein.
Draco feared that the contraption would hold his body rigid so that he could no longer flex to take the sting out of the whipping.
“Some more beating, Sven.”
“Yes, Master.”
Force of habit made Draco contract when the whip flicked his bum. Contrary to his expectations the stand was supple and moved with him. Then he found that it had a reverse resonance as well, pushing his buttocks out and backwards. Sven used this to great advantage, catching the bruised skin when it was at its tautest. Every few beats the dwarf would stop and the stand would rock backwards and forwards increasing the lascivious feelings Draco was experiencing.
Lucius watched with morbid fascination until the first pearl of precum formed on his son’s purple mushroom’s lips.
“Stop!”
Lucius waited whilst the vibrating stand stilled, then he pushed the tip of his wand into the glistening droplet.
“Rictusempra!”
It was too much to bear. Draco lost his inhibitions and screamed as he felt the spell travel down his already susceptible urethra. His balls churned as the tickles entered, he could feel his testes throbbing with a new energy and felt them dilating in their cup-like receptacles. Then the counter-charge surged forth. His slit-lips parted and a stream of irritants shot forth within the orange tinted ejaculate. Each discharge excited Draco beyond endurance, and his screams echoed around the chamber until he sagged exhausted in his bonds.
As the last shot drained away, Lucius walked up to the teenager. Looking his son straight in the eyes he sneered; “I hope she was worth all that pain,” and then nipped the protruding mushroom. Draco huffed and tears filled his eyes.
“Well, was she?” and nipped again.
Draco shook his head imperceptibly.
“Oh? It was a boy then? I should have known at your stage of development.”
Draco held his peace, not daring to tell the truth.
“Answer me, Boy?” and another nip.
There were further nips until Draco found strength to whisper: “Yes-s-s-s Father.”
Lucius turned tail and walked out of the room, closely followed by Sven; leaving Draco fastened in the block and no way to undo it.
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