Hagrid wiped his brow with his none too clean handkerchief. I really shouldn't be doing this he thought grimly. But it didn't matter how much he agonised with himself and how many times he reminded himself that this was wrong, he could resist the urge no longer. Since Hermione had hooked him up with a laptop and links to the outside world, Hagrid had began to feel less alone in the world. He had begun talking with others, those who would be considered freaks and outcasts by the conventional others of the world. His connections with the wider world had enabled him to explore his identity and consider who he really was. Hagrid discovered that he was a bisexual with a penchant for all things leather. He heaved his large frame in to his leather hotpants and attached his nipple chains before switching the web cam on. Hagrid considered his options for the evening, scrolling through the list of names and their particular interests. Hagrid clicked on the name whose dirty talk was guaranteed to get him hard like no other… Flamehaired fox was indeed a dirty bastard, and Hagrid loved it! He could never see his face as the fox enjoyed the anonymity provided by his gimp mask. Hagrid loved the things the fox made him do eagerly answering Yes Master to all his demands and the fox commented on how much he enjoyed watching Hagrid play with his massive cock (well he was half giant after all). Hagrid's whole body tingled in anticipation as he waited to be connected. Just then the Fox's image filled the screen. "On your knees" came to cold voice of his master through the monitor. Hagrid immediately complied, he didn't want to have to punish himself for master, well not quite yet. "Lick your lips like a good whore" came the voice again. "Yes master" answered Hagrid before running his tongue across his lips across his mouth in what he hoped was more of a seductive manner than the demented expression he was actually sporting. "Get your paddle and bend to the side". Again Hagrid answered like an obedient servant and grabbed his paddle from the chair. "Spank yourself you filthy beast" came the voice of the fox again, "I will keep count." After a series of hard spanks to his arse, Hagrid was pleasantly sore and hard as steel. How did the fox do this to him? Give him precisely what he needed but never knew he did. "Stand up" commanded the voice from the monitor, "let me see those rosy cheeks" As Hagrid attempted to pull his hotpants down over his tender cheeks, the fox stopped him, "No slut, lift your shorts into the crack of your arse like a good whore." Hagrid complied, he had no choice, if he didn't, his master would never grant him his much needed release. "You have pleased me tonight, whore. You may touch yourself now. Don't get too excited. I've yet to decide whether to let you come." As Hagrid lowered his pants and gripped his length tightly, the fox smiled, knowing that the whole episode had been recorded and could be used if the oaf ever decided to rescind on this arrangement. The fox stroked his cock as he considered that no one would ever link geeky Percy Weasley with this level of depravity. He smirked as he considered how powerless they thought him, yet in this game, he truly was the master…