Ch. 2
Golden Boy's First Show
Later that night, George and Harry went to the Burrow to tell the Weasleys about Harry's move. It seemed that everyone was at the Burrow that night. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were already sitting at the dinner table when Harry and George arrived. "Harry, there you are, I was wondering where you were," Mrs. Weasley smiled. "How did the interview go?"
"Err…it didn't work well…"
"But Harry and I talked and agreed that he'll move in with me," George said. "We believe we might find something that'll be good for him."
"You have?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Yeah," Harry said softly.
Both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley smiled. "That's great Harry, we're happy for you, aren't we Arthur?"
"Hmm, yes we are Harry," Mr. Weasley said. "What is it you are thinking of doing?"
Harry and George glanced at each other for a second. It was George who answered smoothly, "We found some odd jobs that Harry should be good at," he said.
"Oh that is good to hear," Mrs. Weasley smiled. "I told you Harry that you would find a job perfect for you, you just have to keep trying."
"Of course, Mrs. Weasley," Harry nodded. He looked around and stared, for a moment, at Ron. His best friend had the beginning of small bags under his eyes, and scruff began to form around his chin. "You doing okay Ron?" he asked.
"Huh, yeah," Ron yawned. "Just been working hard with Kingsley. I never knew being an Auror would have so much paperwork!"
"Why wouldn't it Ron?" Hermione asked. "Can you believe that I have been working at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures for a year, and not one person has taken any serious thought about my suggestion of giving house-elves wages. Headmistress McGonagall gives the house-elves at Hogwarts wages, and they continue to work if not harder than before. In fact just yesterday I have written a twenty inch scroll detailing the precise benefits of giving house-elves a Sickle a week and still nobody takes it seriously."
"Well, sounds like you're fighting an up-hill battle Hermione," George smiled. He looked between the two and said, "You two getting any sleep?"
"No," Hermione said. "Mr. Diggory wanted me to look over a propose addition to the regulations of vampires. It's a single scroll over forty feet long."
"Sounds breath-taking," George joked, laughing at the small glare Hermione gave him.
Ron looked at Harry and said, "Congrats on getting a job mate, I just hope that it isn't as stressful as mine."
"You're just working from the desk, right?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, but last week Kingsley brought me out in the field to catch a guy who's been trying to sell dark objects. Dangerous stuff, went down to Knockturn Alley and everything. I almost lost my finger!"
"How?" Harry gasped.
"I think it was a Slicing Curse," Ron said. "I was lucky I jumped when I did. Instead of cutting off my finger, he just cut a bit of my robes." He pointed to a patchy sewn in part of his work robes that he was still wearing.
"That's lucky, I'm glad you're okay," Harry said. For a moment he thought of what would have happen if it was Harry out in the field instead of Ron. He would probably have another attack. Speaking of which, he turned to Mrs. Weasley and said, "If you don't mind… I would like to pack at least all my essentials, my medicine and clothes tonight… George is persistent that I move in today."
"Oh! Alright… yes, we'll help you after dinner," Mrs. Weasley said, clearly shocked. "Now sit, sit, both of you sit."
Harry and George sat down next to each other. George leaned over and began to whisper but Harry whispered, "Don't talk about my body, I know how to take care of it."
"Okay, okay," George chuckled.
"What you two whispering about?" Ron asked.
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with," George hummed. "Just small home details."
Ron gave Harry and George a suspicious look but said no more as Mrs. Weasley laid dinner on the table. Like always, Mrs. Weasley's food was more than delicious. Both Harry and George help themselves to seconds and thirds as the Weasley family, being a rather nosey family, tried to pry details about Harry's new job. When they were done eating, George and Harry went upstairs to Harry's room to pack. Harry didn't have much belongings. Just some clothes that he washed regularly, pictures of his parents and Sirius, and his Firebolt, which laid in a corner gathering dust. Harry went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and took out his several potions and returned to his room to see it stripped bare, a closed trunk sitting on his bed.
"Ready?" George smiled.
"Yeah," Harry nodded. George took Harry's trunk and carried it downstairs with ease. "We're heading home, Mum," he called out.
"Good luck Harry!" Mrs. Weasley said and she pulled Harry into a big hug. "Now, don't forget to visit, okay?" She asked.
Harry nodded and saw that Mrs. Weasley had tears in her eyes.
"Harry, good luck," Mr. Weasley said and he offered his hand. "I hope that whatever job this is, that it is a good one."
"Thank you, Mr. Weasley," Harry said.
"Come on Harry," George said, "you have a big day tomorrow." Harry nodded and the two left the Burrow, walking out of the property before Apparating back home. George led Harry to his new room, and he looked around it.
It was big like George's room. There was a single queen-sized bed that was freshly made, bare walls, and the floor was carpeted. "Here is your new home Harry," George said. He had a sort of sad look that he hid behind a smile, "I must say if Fred knew what we were going to do… he would be one hundred percent behind it."
"He would?" Harry asked, shocked.
"Yeah," George nodded. "Anyway, let's get unpacking. Oh, do you take showers in the morning or night?"
"Depends, usually the morning," Harry said.
"Well, then tomorrow morning when you shower Harry, the first thing you have to do is shave all of your body hair," George said. "Cam-boys are all hairless, makes them look younger and sexier."
"All of it…"
"Yes, all of it," George nodded. "Cock and balls included. Afterwards, we'll start thinking about how you would want to furnish your workspace… and think of a persona for Golden Boy."
"That sounds like a lot of work," Harry said. "I thought that I was just going to fuck myself on camera."
"That's part of it," George said. "But you'll need a certain persona as well, something that'll bring the horny men in and keep them coming back."
"I see," Harry nodded.
"My Baby for example does this great thing," George said with a perverted smile, "where he would act like a little child who needs all his Daddies to take care of him. We pick out what he wears, and which dildo he fucks himself with."
"Huh…" Harry said. "And you're one of his Daddies?"
"I'm his best Daddy," George smirked. "Next private session he promised to get rid of the cloaking charm just for me. My sweet Baby," George sighed. "Anyway, you should sleep over what your persona will be."
"I will… thank… for everything," Harry said awkwardly. "I… thank you George."
"Of course," George smirked. "Now, I'd help you get unpacked… but I gotta get up early to check on the shop tomorrow. So night Harry."
"Night."
When George left, Harry spent the rest of the night thinking about Golden Boy as he unpacked. What type of person would he be. What type of stripper? Would he be vanilla? Kinky? Sly? Bold? All these questions and more floated through Harry's mind as he filled his new drawers and wardrobes with his clothes. When he was fully unpacked, it was nearly midnight and he was exhausted. Yawning, Harry took off his clothes and climbed into bed, where he fell to sleep at once.
He woke up sweating heavily, he couldn't remember his dream, but he felt afraid. He looked around blindly until he found his glasses. "I'm with George, I'm safe…" Harry breathed to himself. "He's dead… he won't come back."
"Harry! You okay?" George's voice called out as he knocked on Harry's door.
"Yeah I'm fine," Harry said.
"Alright! Remember to shave your body! I'll know if you didn't!" George said. "I'll be making breakfast. Eggs and bacon okay?"
"Sure!" Harry said. He got out of bed and groaned. He stopped in front of a mirror and stared at his body. It was still sweaty so his body hair stuck to his chest and stomach, making it look thicker than it actually was. He started at his small cock and balls and gave a small noise at how much hair there was. It completely covered his balls and inner thighs. He had no idea how to shave all that!
"George!" he called out.
"Yeah!"
"How am I supposed to shave all this hair?" Harry asked, still staring at his hairy balls.
"Tell the razor what you want," George yelled out. "It'll do exactly as you tell it. If you don't know, just tell it 'make me hairless.'"
"Thanks mate!"
"Hurry up and shave Golden Boy!" George yelled out. Harry bit his lip and made his way out of his room and into the bathroom, forgetting to even get any clothes on or a towel.
He found the razor sitting on the sink's countertop next to the bath and shower. He picked up the razor and bit his lip. "Uh… make me hairless, please?" he said.
The razor sprang to life and a masculine voice said, "Lay down in the tub with warm water."
Harry wasn't surprised that the razor talked to him, but he was surprised at the demanding tone it had. Harry turned towards the tub and turned on the facet, watching it fill up with water. When it was filled half-way, Harry laid down in the tub and looked at the razor hesitantly, "Uh… I'm in the tub," he said.
"Make sure your body is wet," the razor said. Harry frowned and rolled to his stomach before getting back on his back. "I'm wet," he said impatiently.
"Do not move until instructed," The razor said and it began it's work. It began with Harry's arms. It was a weird vibrating sensation as the magic razor moved up and down Harry's arms methodically, shaving them and leaving them surprisingly silky smooth. Next it went to Harry's chest, shaving the dark chest hair and revealing his suntanned skin and dark nipples, the nubs already hard. Harry just watched in fascination and fear as the razor moved closer and closer to his cock and balls. When it reached it, Harry shut his eyes and gritted his teeth. The razor was light, yet thorough as it shaved around there, ordering Harry to lift and spread his legs. It half twenty minutes for the razor to shave all of Harry, and when it was done, it went to the sink to clean itself and left Harry laying in a pool of water covered with his now shaved hair. The wizard stood up and turned the water on, letting the water and hair drained as he touched his new body.
Every felt sensitive, even his nipples somehow became extra sensitive and smooth. Even the lightest brush had his clean cock jerk in response. He never felt so clean and sensitive before. He wanted to just stay in the shower and jerk off, but decided against it. He would need his cum for his show.
When he was done cleaning, he stepped out of the tub and looked around. "Damn it," he whispered. "George!" he yelled out.
"Yeah?"
"Where are your towels?" he asked.
"Don't have any, just use magic," George snickered.
"But I have no clothes!"
"I promise I won't look!"
Harry sighed and shook his head. Hoping for George to keep his promise, Harry opened the door and made a small scream as the sudden cold air, compared to the now steamy bathroom, hit his body. Dripping wet, he walked back to his room, picked up his wand, and dried himself with a simple Drying Charm. Then he searched his dressers for a pair of pants and a shirt, and when dressed, he went to the kitchen.
George just finished cooking breakfast as Harry sat down. "Aww, here I was thinking to see Golden Boy naked," George pouted.
"I just walked across the flat naked," Harry said.
"And I promised that I would not look, so I didn't," George said. He filled two plates and sat down with Harry. "So, have you figured out what kind of boy Golden Boy is?" he asked.
"I think so," Harry said slowly. "It kind of ties into who I am… or who everyone thinks I'm not."
"Okay, so tell me," George said, leaning forward.
"Golden Boy, I…he's shy, he's good-hearted, only wants to make everyone around him happy but… while they look to him to take care of them, Golden Boy just wants a man to take care of him. To tell him what to do, to nurture him, give him structure… I just want to be taken care of…"
George nodded slowly. "Harry, my friend," he said, a grin growing on his face, "I think we're about to make a lot of money for you."
"Seriously?"
"Yes! There are a ton of guys out there who just wants to take care of sexy boys while masturbating to them!" George said.
"I'm guessing you're one of them."
"I am, but I'm not going to jerk off to you, you're my brother's best friend," George said. "But give it a few shows and I bet you'll have men fighting to have private sessions with you."
"Can we get past the first day first?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, sure, finish your breakfast then think about how we'll furnish your work area," George said. "I have to head downstairs for a bit, open the shop and make sure everyone is doing what they're supposed to, but I'll be back soon."
"Sure," Harry nodded. "Should I wear anything special or…"
George looked at Harry for a moment before shaking his head. "Nope, you're fine like this," he grinned. "I think your first video would be like Golden Boy's first tease, act up the nervousness, you know?"
"Okay," Harry nodded. "Sounds like a good idea. Are these videos saved or—"
"We could save them, yeah, that way you can be watched whenever, but the place will always advertise when you're giving a new show," George smirked. "But, of course, before any of that, we'll need to set up your account. We'll need pictures for that. Less skin the better. I'll leave you alone if you want to do that—"
"No, no you can watch," Harry said. George have him a perverted grin as he purred, "Thank you Golden Boy."
Harry rolled his eyes and sighed. The Weasley already saw him naked, and he knows more about cam-stuff than Harry does. He figured he'll need all the help he can get.
After breakfast, Harry went into his room while George went downstairs. He looked around and saw that it really was spacious. He could easily separate the room into a working area and his regular bedroom. Having an idea, Harry went to his robes and pulled out a small leather purse. He jiggled it, hearing some coins click together, before opening it. Twenty Galleons. Frowning, he looked around the room. Was this really worth dipping into his vaults for some money?
"I'm sorry Mum, Dad," Harry sighed, closing his leather pouch and pocketing it. He walked downstairs into the back area of the joke shop where he found George in his uniform talking to his employees.
"Right if we know our duties then we can start! I need you to first—Harry," he turned when he heard Harry's footsteps on the stairs, "is anything the matter?"
"No… I just need to go outside… buy a partition… sorry for interrupting," Harry said awkwardly.
"Not at all," George smiled. "There's a shop down the street that should have all you need."
"Thanks George," Harry said, and he waved awkwardly to the workers before ducking out of the shop. Diagon Alley was, strangely, practically empty. The only people up were the ones who lived at Diagon Alley, the shopkeepers and workers who mulled about getting their stores ready before the cobblestone street is filled with witches and wizards of every kind. Harry made his way to Gringotts, mentally apologizing every step of the way. It was, surprisingly, the shortest trip to the bank Harry had ever taken. He wondered if it was because, on the way to his vault and back, he was too busy mentally apologizing to his parents and Sirius for what he was about to do, to hope that they would forgive him, and that he promised to place in thrice the amount that he withdrew.
The shop that George told Harry about looked like a muggle furniture shop. It had a sign of a hammer banging into a piece of wood engraved "Magical Furnishing" and in the windows were various kinds of furniture from lamps that turned themselves on when they were in the mood, tables that looked to stomp their legs when someone spills water on them, and a muggle fan that, as Harry inched closer to the window, seemed to be belting out a song by Mrs. Weasley's favorite singer, Celestina Warbeck.
Harry entered the shop and looked around. Immediately, an old witch appeared in front of him. "Anything I can help you with dear?" she asked.
"Err… yeah, I uh need a couple of things for my room," Harry said, trying to figure out how to describe what he needs. "I just moved in with my mate and… I'm using my room as a sort of workspace as well… so I need a partition, as well as a desk."
"Of course, of course, we have many partitions here," the old witch nodded. "We have partitions that hum, partitions that move by themselves when you get near, though they can be a bit fickle, you'll have to mind your manners with them—"
"Do you mind if I just look around? I'll just point out the stuff I want," Harry said.
"Not at all dear," the old witch said, though she looked disappointed. "I'll be… following you… closely… you know… just to make sure you get what you want… …. …. Lead the way!"
"…Right," Harry said. He turned and started to walk around the store. Since a partition is what he needed most, he made a search for any category or aisle that displayed them. He found an aisle that was full of miniature partitions with a tag that read, "Place them inside and watch them grow!"
"You just place them where you want and they'll grow dear!" The old witch said.
"Thanks… I got that from the tag," Harry said awkwardly.
"Right you are, well, shop away," the old woman smiled.
This was the most awkward shopping experience Harry ever had. He looked through the aisle of partitions and stopped at a simple purple one that had the middle of the wall sliding out. "That should work with lighting I think," Harry said to himself.
"Hmm? You say anything? Need any help dear?"
"No thank you, just thinking to myself," Harry said.
"Oh… well I'll be here… if you need my help… this is my shop after all… … continue dear," the old woman said.
George come save me, Harry thought to himself, suppressing a groan. He took the black partition and decided to look around for some lights. He part of the room he wanted to block off had a window that would allow sunshine to filter in, but Harry figured that he and George could always buy a curtain to block it just in case they want a specific lighting effect.
He and the old witch just found the aisle full of lamps and lights as the door opened and George's voice called out, "Harry? You here?"
"Another customer!"
"Over here George!" Harry rang out. Hurry.
George smiled when he walked into the aisle Harry was in. "There you are, sorry I'm late, we had a bit of an accident with the new shipment. So what did you get so far?"
"Just the partition," Harry said and he pulled out the small purple partition out of his pocket.
"I was keeping an eye on him… to help him of course… just in case… he needs it… … this is my shop, you know. … Do you need help too?" The old woman asked.
"No, I'm here to help Harry," George said. He took the partition and examined it. "Purple… good choice, would give a nice effect if we get the lights to bounce off so. Speaking of… I think these will work," he pointed to a string of lights. "They're enchanted so you can change them to whatever color you want. We'll string them around the workspace and go from there." Fred took a couple boxes of the stringed lights and held them along with the miniature partition. "What's left?"
"Well I'll need a desk," Harry said.
"Desks are in the front… near the door… they're miniature too… …makes for easy carrying… … of course you boys don't need any help?" the old witch said and she gave a leering look at George's arms.
"Right… well, my shop sells the computers, Harry," George said. "They're a goldmine so I went to the person who makes them, yeah, and played a card game with them."
Harry just nodded and they went to the front and picked out a desk for Harry. It was slightly big, and taller than he thought it would be. After that, they decided to buy some drapes and pillows to give the workspace a flourish, and Harry and George finally placed them all in front of the register as the old witch rang them up.
"You sure you don't need more pillows… for this workspace dears… you can never have enough pillows… though at my age the wooden floor would be fine… does wonders on my back, you know. … Are you two single by any change? … it's just that I have this granddaughter, see … she's a bit older than you two… but I think she would look cute with either of you. … … … No? … That's alright… that'll be… one hundred… and twenty-two… galleons. … … Thank you. Please come again soon. …Please."
Harry took his bag of furniture and left with George, "Please tell me you know of a better store than that," He whispered to George as the door closed behind him. George gave a loud laugh as they returned to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and their flat. Once they returned back to Harry's room, Harry placed his bag on his bed as he and George looked around.
"I'm thinking there," Harry said, pointing towards the window. "It could go from the window to… about here?" He moved to stand where he wanted the partition. "That would leave enough room, yeah?"
George looked at the space Harry suggested. It was small, big enough for a desk and his decorations, but it gave Harry enough room to do whatever he felt like. "Yeah," George nodded. "I think that would work. So let's see here…" He pulled out the partition and frowned at it. "How do we make it grow again?"
"Place it where I'm standing," Harry said, pointing to the ground. "Good. Now I think…" he pulled out his wand and pointed it at the partition. "Engorgio!" To their shock, the partition began to swell up, growing higher and higher, spreading out the span of the room until it completely sectioned off Harry's new workspace from his bedroom. The middle of the partition slid open as Harry walked near it. "Perfect!" George cheered. "Now let's get the desk in along with the pillows and lights and we'll be good to go."
"What about the computer and camera?" Harry asked.
"I told you, I sell those," George said. "I'll just get—"
"No. How much are they?" Harry asked.
"Harry—"
"I will not accept gifts for this," Harry said. "If we are going to do this, then I will pay for everything I need."
Harry stood his ground and crossed his arms as he gave George a stubborn look. George stared at Harry and sighed. "Fine, fine, how much you have in your pouch?"
"Five hundred Galleons," Harry said.
George thought for a moment. "Investor's discount, which I will not take away Harry, don't you dare fight me on this, what you need will total four hundred and seventy Galleons."
"Deal," Harry said at once. George left the room and Harry started decorating his workspace. He placed the desk at the far corner so that he could be in the sun light. He placed pillows against the opposite wall and laid on them. They were comfortable, and they helped him lift his legs over his head. He just started stringing the lights around the wall, letting the far ends dangle in the corners, when George came back, a modern-looking computer, keyboard, and a couple of old-fashioned cameras hovering behind him.
"George what is all this?" Harry asked.
"This," George said pointing to a computer with a thirty-inch screen, "is your computer. Needs to be big so you can see exactly what you're doing from anywhere. It and the keyboard here is enchanted, so you just speak, and it'll do what you need. Much faster and better than those muggle computers." He chuckled. "The cameras should be obvious… they'll follow you around and tape you, see. This is the best of the best Harry, Baby uses these."
"George. Why do I feel like this cost more than four-hundred and seventy galleons?" Harry said suspiciously.
"Trust me Harry, it does," George smiled. "Anyway, you continue decorating and I'll have your new computer set up in a few minutes, Golden Boy." He winked and let the computer and cameras float to the desk. Harry nodded and returned to decorating his work space. He opened the blinds and allowed the sunshine to come in. It hit the purple partition, making it look brighter and gave the small work place a seductive glow. When he was done, Harry laid on the pillows and looked around, happy with his work.
"Done!" George said after a few minutes. Harry looked towards George to see him standing in front of the computer and keyboard, his wand out. The screen was on and displaying the site Harry saw yesterday. "Now, we can just make your account," George smiled. Harry got up and went next to George. "I've got the cameras all ready too," George said. "They have a Sharing Charm so that whatever they see will be displayed on the computer here, and I've also added the charm Baby uses so your face and voice can be distorted whenever you want to. I've written them both down on the parchment here," he pointed to a piece of parchment with writing on it.
George gave Harry a huge smile, "Two years and we've somehow surpassed the Muggles with their own technology, isn't that great?"
"Yeah, it is," Harry nodded.
"Right so, just type in all the required information here… and I'll leave so you can take your pictures," George said. "After that, I don't know if you want to do a show immediately or…"
"I'll tell you when I am," Harry said.
"Alright. Well, have fun Golden Boy," George smirked, and he left Harry, closing the partition behind him.
Harry took a deep breath and turned to the computer. If he was going to take pictures… he figured he might as well get naked already. He slowly took off his clothes, a sense of embarrassment and anticipation filling him as he did so. He marveled at his own body for a bit. He looked younger, felt younger… his body was so smooth and innocent looking, as if he was back in fourth year before everything went wrong. Shaking that thought out of his head, he went to the computer and inserted Golden Boy's information.
When he was done, the cameras spurred to life and Harry gasped when he saw his own body on the monitor. "Golden Boy, please choose a voice for your account," a cool female voice said.
"A voice?"
"Masculine or feminine."
"Uhh Masculine," Harry said.
"Thank you," the voice was now a deep male voice. "Golden Boy, present a picture of your body and ass."
"Okay…" Harry said. He picked up his wand and pointed it at the camera. It floated towards the ground and Harry laid down on his pillows, lifted his legs over his head, and spread his ass cheeks revealing his tight pink hole. The camera gave a flash and a picture of Harry's ass and hole appeared on the monitor.
"Golden Boy, present a picture of your body," the male voice said.
Harry stood up and took hold of the camera, positioning it so that it showed his hairless body and hard five-inch cock. The camera took several pictures, getting out of Harry's grip and zoomed around Harry, taking pictures from every angle.
"Good. Golden Boy, Pick a picture to be your profile."
Harry cycled through the pictures, moving them with his wand, and pointed at the first picture of his body that he took. "This one," he said.
"Good. Golden Boy, this is what your profile will look like. Do you accept?" the male voice said.
A page appeared with Harry's body. Under it was his profile name "Golden Boy" and his age, nineteen. There was also a brief synopsis of Golden Boy that read, "I want to make everyone happy, everyone looks to me to take care of them, but what I secretly want is for a man to take care of me."
It wasn't very full, as it was a new profile, but Harry played around with some of the options, including how much viewers had to pay to see his photos, how much a private session would be, and whether or not people could watch his recordings of past shows for free. He allowed anyone to come to his live shows for free, and for a couple of pictures, including his ass shot, to be available for the public as well. When he was done, he pulled on just his underwear and opened the partition. George has already seen him naked, so Harry thought that it should be good to have George's opinion.
"George?" he called out.
"Coming!" George said. He walked into the room and stopped when he stared at Harry standing in just his underwear. "I—wow… you look good Harry."
"Thanks, can you look over my profile please?" Harry asked.
"Sure," George nodded stiffly. Harry waited outside the partition as he let George look over his workspace and profile. George stepped out looking red-faced. "Very good," He said, his voice slightly higher. "I umm… the pictures are nice."
"Thank you," Harry smiled.
"You uhh… this is going to be a very awkward question but uhh… Harry, are you a virgin?" George asked.
"No," Harry said. "I had sex before."
"You have!?"
Harry nodded. "Remember McLaggen? We dated for a couple of months."
"That jerk? Ron told me all about him!"
"He was good in bed," Harry shrugged. "Taught me how to show off. Which is why I think that I can seriously do this until I can find another job."
"Okay… but still him?"
"Look, I'm not going to talk my sex life with you," Harry said hotly. "Besides, yours most likely just includes jerking off to Baby."
"Actually…" George said, looking a little hesitant. "Never mind, I'll tell you later."
Harry gave George a suspicious look but shrugged it off. "Anyway," Harry said, "I'm going to try out a show now. So…"
"Right! Well I'll just go to work… um good luck Harry," George said.
"Thanks," Harry said. He looked at his watch to see that it was only twelve-twenty. He figured that there had to be at least one pervert who wanted to jerk off around lunch time as he went into his work space. He walked around the work space, making sure that the lighting was just as he wanted. He turned on the lights and stood in the sunlight. With the sunlight and bright lights hitting his body, it really made it look like he's glowing. "Golden Boy indeed," Harry chuckled to himself.
He looked at the cameras and, feeling foolish, said, "Is there a way for me to see a sort of preview of what I'll be showing?" As if to answer his question, the cameras came to life and Harry saw himself fully on screen. His face looked a little blurry except for his green eyes and raven-black hair. Harry smiled when he noticed that his scar was completely invisible. Harry walked around the workspace, keeping his eye on the monitor. George was right, a bigger monitor helped him see himself from where ever he was. He laid on his pillows and lifted his legs, revealing his hole. He rubbed his hand against it, giving his hole a few quick slaps. He smiled when he saw that the camera could see everything and stood up, pulling on his tight underwear.
"Okay Potter you can do this," Harry breathed to himself. He took a could of deep breaths. And stepped up to the computer. There was luckily a button that started a live show, and Harry clicked it.
The screen changed immediately. It now showed everything that the first camera was recording, along with an empty black bar to the right of it. "What is that for?" Harry muttered to himself. He stared at it for a few moments before saying "Oh!" when words appeared.
Dragon Daddy has entered the chat.
"So that's a chat," Harry said to himself. "I have a person watching!"
Yes. You do. I assume that you are new. Dragon Daddy wrote.
"Uh yeah… first time," Golden Boy said.
Step away from the computer and show Daddy your body. Be quick about it, I only have my lunch break.
"Right!" Golden Boy said and he jumped back. He fully body and blurred face appeared.
Nice. Turn around for Daddy, show me your ass.
Harry turned around and looked over his shoulder, trying to see the chat.
Very nice… now take off your underwear, slowly, show that pretty hole to me.
"Yeah Dragon Daddy," Golden Boy said as he hooked his fingers around the waistband and pulled down slowly, bending forward to spread his ass apart.
Just Daddy.
"Yes Daddy," Golden Boy said, still looking at the chat.
Good Boy. Now let me see your cock and balls.
Golden Boy blushed as he turned around, reveal his hard five-inch cock and tight balls underneath it.
Ha! Look at you, you're so small! Dragon Daddy laughed. Such a small pretty dick for Daddy. Slap it.
"What?"
Slap your tiny dick, Golden Boy. Confused, Golden Boy took his hand and gave his dick two hard slaps that rang out in the room. He winced in pain both times as his dick jerked in reaction to it. Good Boy, you're making Daddy hard. Now lay down and show Daddy your hole. I want to see you play with it.
"Okay Daddy," Golden Boy muttered and he laid down on his pillows. He lifted his legs into the air and grabbed his wand. He lubed his fingers up and began playing with his hole. He circled his flat fingers around his pink pucker, slapping it a few times and moaned as the cold air and his wet fingers hit it. Then he began pressing one finger inside. His breath hitched and a low moan escaped his lips as he pushed the finger deeper and deeper. He kept his eyes open on the chat as Dragon Daddy continued to talk.
Yes Golden, such a good Boy, and what a tight looking cunt you have.
Pyromaniac has entered the chat.
Fuck this is hot!
"H-Hi Pyro," Golden Boy moaned as he pushed his finger in and out of his hole. "Welcome to my first show." He added a second finger and moaned in bliss as it pushed inside, stretching out his walls. It has been too long since he has been fucked. "Fuck," he cursed.
Damn what a small cock! You should lock that up!
Shut up, only listen to Daddy, Boy.
Golden Boy moaned as he began spreading his two fingers apart. He closed his eyes and forgot about the chat as he moved his fingers in and out, curling and stretching himself until his pointer finger pressed against his prostate. "Ahh!" His cock leapt and pre-cum sputtered out. "Fuck Daddy," Golden Boy moaned. He moved his fingers around inside his hot tight hole until he found his prostate again. He kept pressing his fingers against it, fucking himself with his two fingers as his other hand moved to jerk his small cock off.
"Fuck, oh fuck me," Golden Boy panted. "Fuck me! Oh God!" It has been way too long since he had played with himself. He missed the sensation of something thick inside of him. His fingers were good, but they did not compare to the memory of Cormac's thick cock fucking him like a cheap whore. "Oh Daddy! Fuck Daddy please!" Golden Boy moaned, his fingers working faster and faster. His eyes closed in blissed, he could not see that Dragon Daddy and Pyromaniac were enjoying themselves, both jerking off and commentating to the show.
Good Boy, fuck yourself for Daddy.
Fuck so hot! Look at that greedy pussy! Fuck it Goldie!
"I—I—cum—need to!" Golden Boy breathed, his fingers fucking him mercilessly, his arms and legs getting tired.
Cum for Daddy, Boy.
Fuck yeah! Make that clit squirt!
Golden Boy gave a loud scream as he came, his thick cum splashing against his clean chest and face. Exhausted and red-faced, Golden Boy pulled out his fingers and licked them clean. He stood up and made sure that his cum-soaked chest and blurred face was in the camera.
Lick yourself clean, Boy. Dragon Daddy commanded.
Harry nodded and smiled as he did so. Giggling as he read Pyromaniac's countless comments on "how fucking hot" that quick show was.
"I hope you enjoyed it Daddy, Pyro," Harry smiled as he licked himself clean.
I have Boy, not bad for a first time, Dragon Daddy commented.
Dragon Daddy has subscribed.
Dragon Daddy has donated Ten Galleons.
Pyromaniac has subscribed.
Pyromaniac has donated five sickles.
That was great Golden Boy! But you really should lock that little clit away! You would look so much hotter!
"I would Pyro?"
Fuck yes!
I must agree Golden Boy, it wouldn't hurt buying a few toys for your shows. It will attract more viewers.
"Oh, thank you Daddy, and Pyro. I hope you two have a good day! Thanks for watching!"
Golden Boy smiled and waved at the screen.
Pyromaniac has left the chat.
Dragon Daddy has left the chat.
Harry sighed. His first show was done. He checked his profile again and smiled at the two subscriptions he had gained. Also, he earned ten galleons and five sickles! That's not bad for a first day Harry thought to himself. He closed down the computer and cleaned himself up before putting on a shirt and jeans. Smiling to himself, Harry left the workspace feeling hopeful and oddly chipper. He decided that he was going to cook dinner for himself and George to celebrate his first successful show, and to thank George for all that he has done.