Broom Closet Action II: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secretions

[vostoklake]

I fear jessikast with a deep and abiding terror. She came up with the plotline of this piece of insanity right off the top of her head, giggling all the time. It has only been slightly altered and expanded in the process of transcription by the occasional idea from me. Tremble and obey.


Draco was thinking about Harry. He was thinking long and hard about Harry. And he wasn’t thinking with his brain. His love-muscle was throbbing as he thought of Harry’s tight round arse, and the joys contained therein.

He looked up in surprise as Harry entered the room and dropped his robes. He was naked and already at attention.

"Let’s fuck," said Harry.

"Okay," said Draco.

Draco reached behind him and whipped out a whip. "Today," said Draco, "I am going to be in charge, and you are going to be..." he paused for dramatic emphasis, "my SLAVE of LUUUURRRRRRRVE."

Harry dropped immeidately to his knees and said "Yes, Master Draco."

"Now, Harry," said Draco, his manhood quivering in excitement, "pick up my SOCKS!"

Harry gasped, a blush rising to his cheeks, and then further up his back. This was more than Draco had ever asked of him before. He was not sure whether he could handle it, but his love for Draco, his soulmate, his one and only, his true beloved, overcame his uncertainty, and he picked up Draco’s socks.

Draco didn’t tell him what to do with them, so Harry laid them neatly on a chair. He wondered if Draco was going to play some kinky house-elf game.

Draco reached behind him and pulled a riding crop out of his taut arse. "Well, Harry, you’ve been a very good little boy." He stroked Harry’s face with the riding crop and then gave him a love tap on his cheek. It only bled for a few minutes. Wizards can cope with lots of blood loss.*

"Come here, Harry" he said, "and suck my magic wand!"

Harry reached for Draco’s pile of clothes to pick up his wand.

Draco sighed. "No, Harry, this magic wand!" He strode forward, his mighty love-muscle throbbing.

Harry set to enthusiastically. Gagging slightly, because Draco was so manly, his lips moved along his master’s foot-long man tool.

Draco cummed, filling Harry’s mouth with his sweet Slytherin spunk. He was so masculine that Harry couldn’t swallow it all, and some dripped down his chin to the floor.

Draco pulled a cat o’ nine tails out of his arse, wincing slightly. "Lick that up," he said. Harry did so, tenderly licking the last drop from Draco’s toes. He was thinking of developing a foot fetish.

Just then they heard the awful sound of the door opening...

THE END

* cf. Dumbledore, A. Kink! A simple BDSM guide for the average witch or wizard. Bumblebrooks, 1946.


You don't even want to know waht she was planning to do with the socks

Comments

*falls over laughing*

[delacey.livejournal.com]

Wheeeeee, that was fun. And yes, Jessica needs help. But guess what! I get my very own Jessica-clone. Really! In SCA with me, there's a girl, Johanna ( i think...could be joanna...) Who looks like jess (minus curlies) acts like jess, and sounds like jess...well, minus nifty kiwi-accent. And she's bi. And she's adopted me as her sister. Whoo!

Re: *falls over laughing*

[jessikast]

Heh. It's a conspiracy.