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

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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
"Much sexual torture - not too lurid)
~~~ ABDUCTED ~~~
On Sunday 11th, remembering their conversations with John about proper procedures before communion, he had recommended fasting.
“However most parishioners will have a coffee or tea when they awake, but no breakfast. I have a glass of fruit juice after taking the eight-o’clock and before commencing preparation for the main Eucharist. It stops my tummy rumbling.”
Accordingly, the Dumbledorians had agreed to no breakfast. Jugs of fruit juice and glasses were to be set out instead.
As they stood around sipping Harry grouped the Cabinet together and spoke quietly to them.
“Greg is ninety percent sure that that flash-bang last night, was a magical attack on the tholus.”
“If we climb onto the tower we could unobtrusively check for any damage,” suggested Ronald.
“When we re-set them recently we added a direction finding charm,” offered Hermione: “That should give us an idea where it came from.”
“Wouldn’t the mirror wards shoot the hex straight back at the senders?” asked Seamus.
“Close too, yes, but long distance, no,” replied Draco: “The tholus surface is convex and so, over distance, tends to disperse the thaumic effect until its efficacy wears out.”
“Um … Justin? Are you able to teach us how to charm broomsticks to look like hang gliders yet?”
“Yes Harry. I can also advise our members how to simulate the correct flying behaviour.”
“Shall we practice today? We ought to have patrols out. I think The Seignior is likely to want to get back at Draco again because his first assault failed.” 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 into 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 after lunch, on the practice ground, okay?”
“Yes, fine!”
“Draco and Ron will you organise the troops please.”
“OKAY, HARRY.”
Once the service was over, all the directors climbed up the stairs onto the tower’s roof. Draco and Hermione carried out the detection charms and indicated the area of damage. That done, they carefully apparated south, out of the wards, and carried out the necessary repairs. The same pair informed the members that they had added occlusive charms to the tholus. Telling the troops that, if activated, those underneath would think that the clouds had suddenly descended, as they were often prone to do in the fells.
~~~ FLYING HIGH ~~~
In the practice area after their meal had settled; cloaks and broomsticks on hand, the Dumbledorians listened firstly to Hermione as she explained how to induce the cloudy occlusion and secondly to Justin as he explained and demonstrated the charms and how to apply them. Once everyone was cognisant he went on to explain how muggle hang gliders get lift from the wind blowing up a hill or from thermals. He further demonstrated how the practitioners circle in a thermal. He recommended that, as far as the members were concerned, they would normally use that form of behaviour. Everyone understood about the need not to let uninformed 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 Chantry Cottage and Woodyates as the bases for these 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 too much unwarranted 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, even ant-like humans moving around the village; the whole scene below soon became quite enthralling.
They did have one problem, however, when a glider came swooping in, trying to hitch a lift on one of the imaginary thermals. Luckily, Anthony and Michael were on the ground at the time and acted quickly. By using a modified 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 Dinner and a patrol rota was worked out for Monday whilst 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.
The Stamps came round after the meal.
“Hi Harry, you lot were quick off the mark weren’t you.”
“Um … Quick off the mark, Art?
“Well you only learned how to fly hang gliders yesterday.”
“I see … The Yates already know so your quintet also should,” Draco cleared his throat: “D’you remember the bang and the flash?”
“Yes, Granddad says that when the military were training, there used to be a lot of them.”
“In a way he’s correct, but that was a magical attack. You remember us telling you about the tholus?”
“Yes … Oh … So that dome protected us, did it?”
“And we repaired it after church.”
“So; why the hang gliders?”
“We’re at the bottom of a valley and we need to see further. The church tower is reasonable but, to be safe a greater height is needed.”
“Understood Guys … Mmm … What we really wanted to ask was, if some of you could take us up tandem.” Philippa looked hopeful.
“It would have to be some of the stronger ones. Otherwise we might all collapse. I doubt your parents would like us very much if we returned you as strawberry jelly.”
“Good point that!” The Stamps laughed briefly.
“Mind if we stay for the evening?”
“You’re most welcome, Phil. Any curfew involved.”
“Not like when we’re at college … more like: ‘Don’t be too late, will you?’.”
Sam giggled: “We like being with you, so we won’t push the boat out too far, for fear of being grounded.”
As happened with the Yates sometimes, the Stamps wore medallions and joined in the games.
Seamus wandered over to Draco and Harry: “Quite a few of the guys are staying over; we figure you might need help sometime in the next few days. Any objections?”
“None that we can think of immediately,” Draco looked sly: “But we won’t accept staying over at the cottage as a valid excuse for late homework.”
Dean smirked: “Why are all you professors such slave drivers?”
“You’re teachers?” Matilda looked quite shocked: “Nah, you can’t be … You’re much the same age as us.”
“Yes they are, and bloody good ones at that,” put in Crassus: “They have a sense of humour, and give us extra tuition for free, too.”
“That sounds more like a punishment.”
“Not from our angle it doesn’t. It’s learn or be killed in our world. At least it was until Harry bumped off Voldie. Remember the flash-bang last night? That was an evil sorcerer trying to kill us all.” Crassus saw the look of horror on the Stamps faces. “Oops … Sorry … Didn’t you know?”
“NO!” they replied together.
“I think I’ve sinned, Harry.”
“Um … Quite possibly, Crass …For a penance you can explain the situation in detail to our five astonished muggle friends.”
From then on a huddle of nine occupied a corner in the living area until bedtime.
~~~ MONDAY ~~~
Blaise organised a rota of scouts as the company ate breakfast, however, all was reported calm at lunch time.
About two, the outer ward alarm went off. ‘ST’s in SW’ appeared on the medallions and the storm cloud occlusion slid into place. 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 Dumbledorians and satraps flying all over the place above the real clouds and the protecting tholus. Harry likened it to one of Uncle Vernon’s favourite Battle of Britain films, the one that he had seen more than once on TV at Privet Drive.
Harry 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 Langlock 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 Seignior’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 satraps dived towards the woods. When they landed Harry fell off his Firebolt and lay struggling on the floor. Rowle cast a Mobilicorpus on him and towed him along by his hair. The two miscreants found a small clearing where the trees leaned in, providing some cover from being seen from above. There were one or two fallen trunks on the floor and some dense bushes surrounding 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 his silent spells. He even tried to contact Draco but he was concentrating on defending himself and a couple of muggle friends on the ground.
“See those two trees. We could tie his hands and feet 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. His legs were pulled apart and attached by ropes to the boles. 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 within the confines of his imprisoned ankles, although he was unable to point a finger at his two captors in order to use his silent magic. He soundlessly swore at his captors as the Langlock 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 one 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 Weasley pullover 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 really badly blistered. 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; 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 rotating sexily.
Harry’s opened thighs stopped the final disclosure. But because the waistband was well down at the back Rowle had a perfect view of Harry’s dangling 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 knees, as far as the melted elastic would allow. The attackers concentrated their efforts in destroying his lower garments and then changed tactics.
A Penis 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 thaumically distended member lengthening and thickening; its extra weight caused his prick to stick out horizontally.
“Nice size! I’m not sure we need to expand it further,” Jugson observed.
“No, he must have a good store of magic with that size of rod.”
“Mmm … Yes … Now to see how well its indicator performs. Expecto Spermatozoa!”
The hex missed, hitting Harry’s upper thigh and stinging. 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 thaumic 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 the 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 to his buttocks. All thoughts of using magic were gone; Harry could only concentrate on the delightful, awful, beautiful, burning sensations in his groin. He wanted the sensations to continue and yet he dreaded the consequences. An 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 was able.
Rowle placed the tip of his wand in Harry’s winking glans lips and Harry braced himself for further sensations. “Expecto Spermatozoa Lente,” Rowle 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 will ask first.”
Free and naked Harry could have escaped or cast a silent spell, but his mind and body had only one thought – ‘surfeit of superlative sexual sensation’.
He took Rowle by the hand with a pleading look. “Again please?”
“Can I fuck you?”
“Yes.” Harry’s compunction overrode his squeamishness, so he bent down, spread his legs and showed Rowle his rosebud.
A zipping sound and a rigid Rowle was inside and pumping hard. Not being the size of Draco, Harry had no problem in accommodating him. With 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.
~~~ SEARCH ~~~
The dogfight was over within an hour and the victors retired back to Chantry Cottage with two more satraps in custody. A role call was made and the only absentee was found to be Harry. Quickly, Ronald 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 and stop- him attempting anything foolish. 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 as well as the obvious odour of an emission. Then she had an idea.
“Draco, this question may seem all wrong, but, when they tortured you, did they use jinxes to make you ejaculate?”
“What? … Oh! … Yes … Why do you ask?”
“Is it possible that they’re doing that to Harry somewhere and you’re feeling it? Sybil 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 around. He soon centred on the strongest vibes and pointed.
Blaise, Gregory, Hermione and Ronald 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. Ronald and Blaise guided Draco, making sure he did not fall off when the lust overtook him again. They also felt his aura of worry 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.” Ronald looked grateful. “Come with us; Blaise and Greg will you look after Draco again please.”
Five Dumbledorians stalked silently through the undergrowth until they found the clearing.
“Let’s spread out holding our wands and galleons,” Ronald whispered: “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.
~~~ RESCUE ~~~
Harry had reached another climax. As before, his frozen muscles had trapped Jugson’s jewels and titillated them.
Appearing from the bushes; Justin dodged the cum-bombshell sailing towards him, aiming his Incarcerous hex at the nearest satrap. Neither of the torturers was in a fit state to retaliate and so were easily captured. Harry was a different matter, though.
Ronald 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,” Ronald hissed. “He’s the best one to deal with that whopper.”
Confronted with a naked Harry, a very relieved 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 and broomstick? Oh, and tell the Broonies too.”
“Okay we get the idea.” Ronald reddened but looked sympathetic. “Greg and Blaise please stay near, but out of sight, the rest of us will form the search party.”
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