Ch. 8

Golden Boy's Outing

Golden Boy was live. He had just started his private show with Draco, who had decided to show himself as well, his moving image displayed large on Harry's monitor, the man dressed in a nice suit, his cock jutting large from his pants. "Have you been a good boy for Daddy?" Draco asked.

"Uh-huh," Golden Boy nodded.

"Good boy Harry," Draco chuckled. "Take away that bloody filter, let Daddy see your face."

"Okay but… Daddy," Harry said hesitantly, "can you call me Golden Boy? While we do these?"

"Very well boy," Draco said. Golden Boy smiled and backed away from the camera, his filters all gone. The sex worker was dressed in nothing but a Gryffindor robe and tie. "Do you like Daddy?" Golden Boy grinned.

"My, my… what a naughty kitty," Draco chuckled. "Open your robe."

Golden Boy smiled ruefully and slowly grasped the ends of his robes. He opened slowly, revealing a jockstrap, green in color, that hid his growing chock. His body was smooth and hairless. Around his neck, and laying on the center of his flat, developed chest was a Gryffindor tie. "Do you like Daddy?" Golden Boy chuckled.

"I like boy very much," Draco chuckled. "You have been a very naughty kitty." Golden Boy saw that Draco took out his wand and flicked it. Golden Boy squeaked as ropes appeared from nowhere, binding his legs and arms. Lifting him up to the air, his exposed ass aimed at the computer screen. Draco chuckled darkly as Golden Boy struggled. "Naughty boys get to be punished," Draco drawled. "Now…"

He flicked his wand and a ball gag appeared in front of Golden Boy. The strap was black and the gag looked like a Golden Snitch. Golden Boy opened his mouth wide and the gag situated itself in his mouth, strapping itself around his head. Golden Boy moaned against the gag as Draco examined his ass through the screen. It was starting to grow naturally loose, it's tight ring becoming slit-like. Draco chuckled at that and shook his head, "Such a slut boy, Daddy needs to fix that," he said. "Your hole is turning into a cunt. But slutty boys like you want that, don't you?"

Golden Boy moaned in response, shaking his butt in need. He felt a firm smack against his ass and Draco said, "Don't move slut!"

Golden Boy stayed still. Draco pulled out his cock from his pants and relaxed in his seat as he flicked his wand. Invisible hands started spanking Golden Boy, the sub whining after each hard slap. Draco slowly pumped his cock with each slap Golden Boy's plump ass got, his tanned skin slowly growing red. After fifty slaps, Draco flicked his wand again and the slapping stopped. He twirled his wand and Golden Boy's body moved so he could see his face. His cheeks were tear-strained, eyes watery His gag and chin were covered in spit yet his eyes were glistening with desire. "Beautiful," Draco whispered. "Such a beautiful boy… you make Daddy very happy, Harry."

Golden boy moaned, yet kept still. Draco flicked his wand and the green and silver dildo floated into the air. "Now… for your punishment," Draco mused.

Golden Boy groaned against the gag, confused.

"Your name is Harry Potter, you are a slut," Draco said, "you can't change that. Your cunt between your legs belongs to me and Blaise now, we will do whatever we want to it. So, when you tell me to call you by Golden Boy while we are doing this, you are disobeying your Daddies, your Masters." Draco flicked his wand and the large dildo slowly made it's way towards Harry's ass. The rope tied around his ankles jerked the legs up and apart even further. When the dry head of the dildo was pressed against Golden Boy's hole, he began to panic. He thrashed against the rope and gag, trying desperately to keep the dry dildo away from him. With a sigh, Draco flicked his wand once more, and the dildo was heavily lubricated. "So, for that, you are going to be fucked. Without any stretching."

Golden Boy both moaned at the prospect and struggled as the Dildo pushed against his ass. He resisted, but in the end the dildo won, slipping inside and slamming all the way in causing the slut to scream into his gag ball. Before long, the dildo began fucking Golden Boy at a ferocious pace, in sync with Draco's own jerking of his thick cock.

"Just think, boy, soon you'll have your Masters' cocks in you," Draco growled out. "Would you like that Harry? Mine and Blaise's cocks turning your ass into the cunt we both know it really is. Fuck I'll make sure you're always full of our seed. Brought a special plug for you just for that, boy."

Golden Boy moaned against his gag, his little cock hard and leaking. It hurt so much, yet he needed more. Never before was he so turned on, his cock wept for attention, pre-cum staining the head. Yet try as he might, Golden Boy could never move his hand to his cock. Draco saw this, and chuckled sadistically which only served to turn Golden Boy on even more.

"Trying to touch that thing you call a dick?" Draco spat out. "That other guy was right, it's not even good enough to be called a dick, we should lock it up for good, don't you think?"

Golden Boy shook his head and groaned. He did not want his cock to be locked forever. Draco chuckled. "Of course if we do that… how will I torture it?" he said.

Golden Boy nodded his head vigorously.

"Hmm… that will be something we'll talk about later. For now… I think I'll let that dildo fuck you till you cum," Draco said. Golden Boy moaned. He felt a pressure slowly filling inside him. On and on the dildo fucked him relentlessly, going deeper and deeper into his body as that pressure build and build. Draco was enjoying the pathetic whines and moans Golden Boy let out as he tried his best to move again the rope.

The pressure started to become too much. The slut was sweating profusely, his body glowing in sweat against the light as his ass was being stretched over and over again. Then, with a snap, both he and Draco went over the edge. Draco cumming thick ropes onto his robes while Golden Boy's cum sprayed against his body.

The gag was finally removed. Golden Boy was breathing heavily, his entire body exhausted. With a wave of his wand, Draco's robes were clean, however Golden Boy stayed cum-stained. He knew that he would stay that way until Draco decides to clean him.

The dildo finally pulled out and Golden Boy groaned. His ass was left gapping, Draco could see deep inside and smirked "Looser and looser, perfect," he said.

The ropes lowered Golden Boy to a kneeling position and they disappeared.

"Now, Harry," Draco said, sounding business like, "I need to talk to you."

Golden Boy frowned but said nothing.

"Blaise told me everything," Draco stated. "About how you are trying to keep this and your life separate. That is a stupid thing to do Harry, you cannot keep them separate. This is what you are, Harry. A submissive who needs his Masters."

"But Draco—"

"Do not interrupt me," Draco snapped. "I want to know why you are separating yourself from your job."

Golden Boy frowned. He looked around his office, his eyes roaming around his countless sex toys. He opened his mouth several times to answer, but found that the had no words to say. Instead he just hung his head in shame. Draco frowned at this, and with disappointment in his voice he said, "I see… tell me your name."

"Golden Boy—ow!"

"Tell me your name, Potter," Draco said, his wand in his fingers as he cast a spanking jinx.

Golden Boy frowned and looked up at the monitor. "Harry Potter," he said with difficulty.

"And what do you do, Potter? How do you make a living," Draco asked.

"I… I… I'm a sex worker," Harry sighed. Draco nodded and murmured "good boy." Harry's heart began beating fast, his entire body began to turn red with blush and embarrassment. The words felt heavy on his tongue and lips, he tried to swallow, but found that was difficult. However, Draco either did not care or notice his discomfort as he smiled approvingly.

"That's right Potter, you're a sex worker," Draco said. "The teenager who did everything the adults told them to, fixing all their problems and suffering because of their idiocy, is now a bloody sex worker. Funny how stuff like that happens."

Harry frowned at that, but did not look up at the monitor. Draco's next words surprised him. "I want to have dinner with you Harry, just you and me. I know a quaint restaurant that you might like."

Harry looked up at the monitor. Draco's pants were buttoned up and he was leaning slightly to the screen. "Well, baby?"

"I—okay," Harry nodded.

Draco smiled. "Good," he said. "I've heard that Blaise has took you shopping recently? Wear something good for me."

"Okay Draco," Harry nodded. "And… I'm sorry if I disappointed you."

"You did not disappoint me Harry," Draco said sincerely. "However, your other Daddy is right, you have to accept that Harry Potter and Golden Boy are the same people. So, I sign off and you walk out of your office, you will keep the partition open. Understand? I will know if you don't."

Harry was about to argue, but he swallowed it down. Instead he just nodded, knowing that this was for the greater good. "Yes Daddy," he said.

"Good boy," Draco hummed. "If I was there, I would kiss you. But that can wait for our dinner. I will see you at seven."

"Okay," Harry nodded. They both said their goodbyes and the computer turned off. Harry stood up and walked to the partition. He opened it so he could walk through and began to close it before stopping midway. Leaving it there, he took a deep breath and went about his day, thankful that he was alone.

When it neared seven, Harry went to his wardrobe in his room. He made sure to ignore the open partition as he opened the wardrobe to see his clothes. In the end, Harry decided to wear a long sleeved button-down black shirt that was light, no undershirt, black slacks and a dark green tie. He buttoned all but the top two and kept staring at himself in the mirror, trying to calm his surprising nerves. George was home, and Harry forbade him to come into his room as he paced around.

At seven exactly, there was a knock on Harry's bedroom door. He opened it to see Draco standing, looking incredibly handsome as always. He was wearing a dark fitting suit, his cuffs were pinned what looked like miniature gold snake cufflinks, and his tie was surprisingly matching Harry's, being a dark green color as well. Draco walked inside the room without asking and he immediately looked towards the partition, smiling when he saw it was open. "I knew you would do it," he said, and he turned around to give Harry a hug. Harry hugged him too and mewled when Draco said, "Such a good boy."

"Come on," Draco said, "let's go."

"Where are we eating?" Harry asked.

"A high-end restaurant here in Diagon Alley," Draco said. "I tried to get us a seat outside because the weather is beautiful today, but even with my weight as a Malfoy, the best I could do is a window seat."

"That's fine," Harry smiled.

"So because we're at a window seat, I've demanded that they simply removed the window," Draco continued. Harry laughed and smiled gently. "Only the best for Daddy's Boy," Draco whispered.

Harry smiled and shook his head lightly as Draco slid an arm down his waist. "Come on Harry," Draco said as he began to usher the young man out of his room. They've waved George goodbye as the man was struggling to make himself a meal, and climbed down the steps out of the flat.

It was a beautiful night, there was not a cloud in the sky, and somehow it was full of stars. Harry never really understood how over Diagon Alley all the stars were clear and present while in the rest of London, the stars are barely there. He figured magic was involved in some way.

Draco took Harry's hand in his own, and the two walked down the cobblestoned path, which was starting to thin out of its visitors. The restaurant they were heading to was a bit away from Harry's flat, near the towering bank of Gringotts. Harry and Draco talked idly throughout the walk, simply enjoying each other's company as they've ignored strange looks.

The restaurant looked very muggle-like in Harry's opinion. Surrounded by strange-looking buildings, this one was a short rectangle, about two floors high, with a roped fence where several tables full of couples were seated. Waiters dressed in dazzling lavender robes were walking in and out of the restaurant, delivering food on trays hovering above their wands.

Draco led Harry inside where there was a short witch waiting for them. "Malfoy," Draco simply said, and the witch bowed and motioned for the two to follow her. She led them to a table right against an open window, or at least there was an opening where a window was supposed to be.

"You really did that?" Harry laughed.

"Of course baby," Draco smiled. "Do you drink wine?"

"Sometimes."

"Red or white?"

"Red."

Draco looked at the witch and said, "Bring a list of your red wines only along with our menus." The witch bowed and turned and walked away. Harry looked out the window to watch the people walk by. There was no shrubbery or hedge in front of their window, so the two had a clear view for people watching.

"So," Draco said, "Talking as a Dom to his sub, I want to ask you something Harry."

"What is it?" Harry asked, turning his attention from outside to Draco.

"Why is it you want to separate your life?" Draco asked. "You are separating your work from who you are. I am happy that you have left the door open, but it was barely open at that. So why do you do that?"

Harry frowned. He was hoping that Draco wouldn't ask him that. Draco waited patiently as Harry refused to answer. The table was quiet, and Harry could feel the awkwardness between grow with every passing minute. A waiter came back while Harry was still struggling to answer and handed them both the menus, along with the wine list.

"I will tell you when we are ready," Draco said briefly. The waiter nodded and left. Draco turned to Harry, "Well Harry? Answer me."

"I… because…" Harry began with great difficulty. "I'm… supposed to… they expect me to be…"

"Spit it out," Draco said shortly.

"I'm supposed to be an Auror!" Harry forced himself to say.

Draco smirked at this. Harry was shaking, his teeth gritted against each other, "I'm supposed to be a fucking Auror, and I'm not! I can't be an Auror because every time I try, I see everyone who has died! I have night terrors about the war—I see fucking Voldemort sitting in a throne made out of the fucking bones of everyone who died! So instead—" Harry forced himself to bring his voice down, "so instead I am a fucking cam boy and I found out that I liked being one, a lot, but only everyone else can't know about it so I lie to them, even Mrs. Weasley, and say that all I do is odd jobs around Diagon Alley."

"Finally," Draco said. "So, you are worried what everyone else will think of you. Is that it?" Harry nodded. "Why?" Draco asked. "Their opinions does not matter to you, boy. The only opinions that matter now are yours, mine, and Blaise's. And let me tell you boy, your Daddies do not care that you're a sex worker. In fact, we love it."

Harry looked up, confused. "But I'm a sex worker," he hissed.

"So? Who says you're supposed to be an Auror?" Draco asked.

"Everyone," Harry hissed.

"So? The only opinions who matters are your Masters," Draco said. "Repeat that."

Harry looked at him severely annoyed. "The only opinions who matter are my Masters'," He said.

"Like you mean it, boy," Draco said. Harry shot him a glare, but sighed. "The only opinions who matter are my Masters," he said in a more submissive tone.

"Better," Draco smirked. Harry shot him a glare that only made the blonde laugh.

Annoyed and frustratedly embarrassed, Harry hid behind his menus as he tried to focus his entire body on reading the food items. Draco's voice, however, interrupted him. "You shouldn't care about what other people think or expect of you. I mean, honestly with all the attention and pressure you've been placed throughout Hogwarts, it was ridiculous. Constantly saving these idiotic people just because you're expected to. Even in First Year you had to play the bloody hero."

"And you had to be the prat," Harry sniped back.

Draco grinned at this. "At least I did not give a rat's ass about others' opinions about me," he said. "Yes I joined the Death Eaters, but only after the Dark Lord threatened my family. I did not care what people thought of me as a Death Eater, but I used it for my advantage, though of course we both know what happened."

"Yeah… um Draco?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry, about what I did," Harry said. "In that bathroom."

"A few years too late Potter," Draco said, "but thanks. Now I want you to do something for me."

"Hmm?"

"Put down the menu so Daddy can see his boy's face," Draco commanded softly. Harry found himself blushing slightly, but slowly lowered his menu to see Draco's smiling, slightly bearded face. "That's my boy," Draco said.

Harry just smiled, embarrassed, but said nothing.

"Have you figured out what you want to eat? You have been studying that menus for a long time," Draco chuckled.

"I uh… haven't been looking at it," Harry said. Draco laughed at that and shook his head. "Then how about I order for you. Okay boy?"

Harry thought for a moment before nodding, "Yes Daddy," he said.

"Good boy, Harry," Draco said. He lifted his hand and motioned with his fingers. The waiter appeared instantly, and Draco gave him their order. Harry returned to looking out the window. "Did you hear about Neville?" Harry asked.

"Longbottom? Why would I want to keep up with him?" Draco asked.

"I heard that he's dating Hannah Abbott," Harry said. "And that he's talking about taking over Herbology in Hogwarts from Professor Sprouts."

"Isn't he an Auror though?" Draco asked.

"Yes, but Ron told me that he's a ruddy awful one," Harry smiled. "Worse than me if you can imagine."

"What is it with you Gryffindors and becoming Aurors?" Draco sighed. "I swear, it is like the default job for you lot."

Harry shrugged, "Maybe we all have narrow minds," he said. Draco sniggered and shook his head. "That and you are all bleeding hearts."

Harry just hummed in response.

"Whatever," Draco shrugged, he reached over the table and held Harry's hand, "I like my sexy kitty better than a plain Auror."

Harry offered a brief smile and looked around. "You know… Colin offered a place where I can learn how to dance."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah," Harry nodded. "I can use it for the show and um other things."

Draco smirked, "Perfect," he said, "I'll pay for it."

"No you will not!"

"Excuse me?"

"If I take dance lessons, you better believe that I am paying for them myself," Harry said hotly. "I am not a charity case, Malfoy."

"No, but you are my sub, and this is an investment in your development," Draco said, squeezing Harry's hand. "I will pay for your lessons."

Harry did not flinch, but instead stared at Draco directly in his eyes. "Half," he said.

"All."

"Half."

"All."

"Half."

"All."

"Half."

"All."

"Half."

"All."

"Half!"

"All or I will beat your ass until you can't sit for a month."

"Half or I'll never let you fuck my ass to begin with."

"All or I'll just take your ass whenever you want it or not."

"Half or I'll beat the living shite out of you, I can still duel you Malfoy."

"All."

"Half!"

"All!"

Harry quickly shot up and leaned across the table, smashing his lips against Draco's. His lips were rough, his stubble pressing against Harry's skin, but both liked the feeling as Draco immediately tried to take control. However before that could happen, Harry leaned away and whispered, "Half and I'll continue kissing Daddy."

"Cheeky boy," Draco growled. "Fine," and he claimed Harry's lips. Tongue was quickly to add, Draco's slipping into Harry's mouth, but they kept it discreet, looking as though they were keeping a long, simple snog.

When they both sat down, they were smiling at each other, Harry having a cheeky victorious grin on his face. "You cheeky, cheeky brat," Draco chuckled.

"Too late, you've agreed on half," Harry said.

"Whatever," Draco said. Harry just laughed and stuck his tongue out.

Their food arrived, and their topics curved towards safer areas instead of sex and work. Draco was a natural entertainer, there was not a second that Harry was not smiling or laughing with him. He was sweet, kind, and considerate when he wanted to be. The young man was so much pleasurable to be with that Harry briefly wondered what his life would have been like if he allowed the Sorting Hat to place him in Slytherin. Would he be with his Masters today, if not sooner? When dinner was over and paid for, both men did not want to leave the other alone.

"Let Weasley sleep alone for one night Harry, come on," Draco whispered. "Sleep with Blaise and I tonight."

"Another night," Harry said coyly. He leaned up and kissed Draco's cheek, saying, "I don't sleep on the second date."

"How about the third?" Draco rumbled.

"If the man is good enough," Harry whispered.

"Baby boy, I far exceed good enough," Draco whispered. "Your ass belongs to me now."

"Then you can take it whenever you want, just not today," Harry whispered. Draco growled playfully and pinched Harry's butt. "Ow! Draco!" Harry laughed, causing Draco to pinch it again. The two men laughed and slipped in a space between shops for a snog session that did not really end until Harry was back home, both their faces and necks thoroughly peppered with butterfly kisses and hickeys. With promises of talking together in the morning, both men kissed their goodnights before Harry drifted off to sleep.

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The front page of the Daily Prophet was mostly took up by a heading and two pictures. One picture was of a woman with a blonde set of hair in tight curls. She was posing with her arms crossed, her jeweled spectacles peppered with rhinestones situated slightly down her nose as she wore an acid-green buttoned up jacket with big red buttons both made out of some leather, and a furry collar. She was smiling, looking intelligently sassy. The next picture was a familiar sight to Harry, even though he obviously did not see it from the picture's angle. It was of a rather boring looking restaurant, rectangular and about two stories high. For some reason or another, a window was missing and there was no shrubbery or hedges to hide the fact that the occupants in the window were kissing rather heavily.

Above the two sets of pictures was a title flared for dramatics as it seemed to pop out to the reader.

HARRY POTTER'S FLAMBOYANT RETURN TO SOCIETY: THE BOY-WHO-LIVED-TWICE'S SECRET ROMANCE WITH EX-DEATH EATER