![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
I'm paid accounting for two months!
Thanks so much livejournal fairy, I will send homoerotic frisk vibes your way each night in thanks.*g*
Now, what to do with all this wealth?
I must dig out the old Photoshop...
Meanwhile, in a brain near you, this happened.
Painful and Ongoing Rape Sequences that Lead to Love
By stungunbilly
The gangbang was dark and sultry, the sort of gangbang that happens in barely-translated foreign novels. Throbbing members thrust and pounded, agonized gasps were uttered, and in the distance the sounds of a bullfight in progress could be heard.
Amidst the pain of his stretched anal passage, Draco could make out the shouts of "Ole!Ole! Oleoleole!" Bastards. He screamed again, knowing the hastily tied gag would muffle his cries. Never more would he go wandering through alleys alone, wearing only a g-string. Especially in Spain.
::three hours later::
"I think he's bleeding. You have him this time, Frank," said one of Draco's brutal yet still a little sexy captors. Strangely, he sounded American, not Spanish.
"I'm exhausted, Phil, why can't Mick do him this time?" The blindfold had slipped enough that Draco could see Frank was barely keeping his feet.
"Oh, yeh, and catch some bleedin' disease, Hepatitis C or some wizard shite that you can't get rid of. Ta, but no, if it's all the same."
Draco didn't know what to think of this. Certainly he was suffering serious ego damage from being a helpless victim, and his anus had never been this sore before today's hijinks. Still, he felt there was something lacking in his attackers' enthusiasm.
"Now, Frank, Mick, you know Old Scarface said *at least* six hours of straight sexual trauma, or no pay. I haven't just spent the last three hours buggering this little lad just so's I can go home with no money. And I can't do it alone. The spirit is willing but Little Phil can only get off so many times in a night.
I did the first couple of scenes, including the humilation bit with the taunting and the minimal spit prep. I even cut down on the lube, so's to make it more realistic. The least you can do is bugger him a time or two while he's nice and sore."
There was further grumbling, but soon the pounding was underway again and Draco returned to gasping for breath and weeping bitter tears over his own degradation. Mercifully the bullfight seemed to be over.
::Mandatory rescue sequence, Draco saved by Harry on his Broomstick of Sexual Symbolism. Hospitals, bloodtests, and proof that Draco is not pregnant later-::
"But Harry, you just don't understand my pain. After all I need desperately to prove that I am still desirable. Plus my ass, I mean 'entrance' is mostly healed already."
"Draco, my dear, I need at least another week to demonstrate that my love for you is completely unrelated to how much it turns me on to see you with your ass in the air! I had a poetry reading and a couple of arguments between you, Hermione and Ron planned."
Touched as Draco was by this, his 'passage' pulsed with the need to be filled by someone who loved him for his inner being. Or, well, his *other* inner being. So he ended the argument by the simple expedient of nailing Potter with a Carpe Draco spell. Quiet effective, and almost six hours in duration. The perfect cure.
Oddly, he never noticed the moment when Harry's answering machine picked up an incoming message from someone asking "Scarface" where he could pick up his money. Perhaps that was for the best.
!The End.
::Ole!::
Thanks so much livejournal fairy, I will send homoerotic frisk vibes your way each night in thanks.*g*
Now, what to do with all this wealth?
I must dig out the old Photoshop...
Meanwhile, in a brain near you, this happened.
Painful and Ongoing Rape Sequences that Lead to Love
By stungunbilly
The gangbang was dark and sultry, the sort of gangbang that happens in barely-translated foreign novels. Throbbing members thrust and pounded, agonized gasps were uttered, and in the distance the sounds of a bullfight in progress could be heard.
Amidst the pain of his stretched anal passage, Draco could make out the shouts of "Ole!Ole! Oleoleole!" Bastards. He screamed again, knowing the hastily tied gag would muffle his cries. Never more would he go wandering through alleys alone, wearing only a g-string. Especially in Spain.
::three hours later::
"I think he's bleeding. You have him this time, Frank," said one of Draco's brutal yet still a little sexy captors. Strangely, he sounded American, not Spanish.
"I'm exhausted, Phil, why can't Mick do him this time?" The blindfold had slipped enough that Draco could see Frank was barely keeping his feet.
"Oh, yeh, and catch some bleedin' disease, Hepatitis C or some wizard shite that you can't get rid of. Ta, but no, if it's all the same."
Draco didn't know what to think of this. Certainly he was suffering serious ego damage from being a helpless victim, and his anus had never been this sore before today's hijinks. Still, he felt there was something lacking in his attackers' enthusiasm.
"Now, Frank, Mick, you know Old Scarface said *at least* six hours of straight sexual trauma, or no pay. I haven't just spent the last three hours buggering this little lad just so's I can go home with no money. And I can't do it alone. The spirit is willing but Little Phil can only get off so many times in a night.
I did the first couple of scenes, including the humilation bit with the taunting and the minimal spit prep. I even cut down on the lube, so's to make it more realistic. The least you can do is bugger him a time or two while he's nice and sore."
There was further grumbling, but soon the pounding was underway again and Draco returned to gasping for breath and weeping bitter tears over his own degradation. Mercifully the bullfight seemed to be over.
::Mandatory rescue sequence, Draco saved by Harry on his Broomstick of Sexual Symbolism. Hospitals, bloodtests, and proof that Draco is not pregnant later-::
"But Harry, you just don't understand my pain. After all I need desperately to prove that I am still desirable. Plus my ass, I mean 'entrance' is mostly healed already."
"Draco, my dear, I need at least another week to demonstrate that my love for you is completely unrelated to how much it turns me on to see you with your ass in the air! I had a poetry reading and a couple of arguments between you, Hermione and Ron planned."
Touched as Draco was by this, his 'passage' pulsed with the need to be filled by someone who loved him for his inner being. Or, well, his *other* inner being. So he ended the argument by the simple expedient of nailing Potter with a Carpe Draco spell. Quiet effective, and almost six hours in duration. The perfect cure.
Oddly, he never noticed the moment when Harry's answering machine picked up an incoming message from someone asking "Scarface" where he could pick up his money. Perhaps that was for the best.
!The End.
::Ole!::
