|wanking_mods (wanking_mods) wrote in hp_wankfest,|
@ 2011-05-26 12:00:00
|Entry tags:||2011 fic|
Fic: Alastor Moody in a Hogwarts Classroom with a Foe Glass
Title: In a Seven Layer Trunk
Character: Alastor Moody
Location: Hogwarts Classroom
Prop: Foe Glass
Other Characters: Barty Crouch, Junior
Warnings: Non-Con Wanking!
Word Count: ~ 1,100
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, JKR does. I have simply borrowed them and played with them.
The FoeGlass madly spun, showing his face as his face came closer to his cell. Gave him enough time to make himself presentable. He bit his lip to muffle his bark of laughter as it was best to affect a despondent air, a defeated mien to his captor. In time, Barty would grow complacent and Alastor could overpower him and make his escape. However, he needed his leg in order to leg his escape.
The lid to his personal seventh level of hell opened and “Alastor Moody” peered down. Hoping to see blue sky, something to remind him that there was more out there in the world than his magical trunk, Alastor saw nothing but the vaulted ceiling of a Hogwarts’ classroom.
“Hello,” ‘Alastor’ called down.
Damn it, Barty was using his jolly tone, which meant he had some buggery planned.
“You are resisting, Alastor. You didn‘t tell me how chummy you were with Alice Longbottom. The brat mentioned his mother to me and how you trained her as an Auror. I made some noise that made her brat proud of her and his dearly damaged Da.”
“You didn’t ask me about Alice!” Alastor vainly protested to his doppelganger.
“I’ve warned you that your continual survival depends completely on your cooperation. I can shave your corpse bald, Alastor, and I would have enough hair and body parts in order to be you for the next few decades. You haven‘t been living up to your side of our bargain, so I have to punish you. And as my dear Da used to quote on a daily basis, the only way to hurt an Auror is to destroy his pride. You’ve been trained against pain and torture, but Aurors, how you loathe to be humiliated. Alastor…”
There, on Barty-slash-Alastor’s face was a smile that frightened even the real Alastor.
“Yes, the foe-glass is the best part. You have one, so you can see how well I’ve replaced you, and I use it to view you all the time, Alastor.”
Again, the broadening smile.
“That means I can watch but I don’t have to actually be there to make sure you do everything I tell you to do. I know you really wish me to visit you down there, bringing a platter of cucumber sandwiches and a pot of tea, Alastor, but I know what a caged lion is like. They try to fool you into thinking that they’re great big tabbies before they rip out your throat.”
Barty, as Alastor, thumped to another corner of the real Alastor’s view.
“Alastor, unbutton your combination.”
Unwillingly, but having been so severely physically weakened by abuse and hunger that he couldn’t fight back against the Imperio Curse, the real Alastor Moody unbuttoned his one piece. He slowed down when it came to the last few buttons.
“All the way,” ordered Barty. “Then slip out of it. Don’t wish to get messy!”
Again, the shark smile.
Wishing he had the strength to fight back, Alastor Moody undid the last few buttons and then slipped out of it. Leaving him absolutely starkers in front of his enemy.
“Alastor! You’re just a ginger nut all over!” Barty chortled. “Speaking of ginger nuts, this is what you’re doing. I wish you to have a nice, leisurely wank, and with every single touch, I wish you to be vocal. Nothing too loud, so that you wake the neighbors, but still, vocal. Lots of touching, Alastor.”
His hands, of their own accord, began moving toward his limp dick and Barty stopped him.
“No, no, no. Foreplay, Alastor. There must be a great deal of foreplay. You touch yourself, all over. Your mouth, your nips, your belly… all over, and then you grab your wee willy. Now, let me give you some privacy, Alastor, but remember, I’ll be watching. And if I enjoy the rare show, well, I’ll make sure you have something proper for brekkie tomorrow. You haven’t had a cuppa in a while. Do it really well, Alastor, and I‘ll give you back your pillow and your blanket.”
The tips of his fingers brushed his face, began tracing the outline of his lips. Due to the compulsion, not because he thought that he could earn a reprieve from Barty the Bastard, Alastor whispered a soft, “No.”
“Oh yes, and I’ll be watching! And I want to savor every bloody moment, Alastor. To watch you come and see that look of humiliated realization that I made you do it.”
Barty dropped the lid to his cage then, dropping Alastor back into his world of darkness. When the Real Alastor had kept his Dark Wizards contained in his trunk, he had at least given them a light, a blanket and a pillow. Because even though they were Dark Wizards, they were still human. Yet Barty had decided he didn’t rate that small bit of kindness.
Alastor’s hands were on his neck, not in a futile attempt to choke himself, but gently, tracing down from his jaw line to his nipples. Those required special attention as they were a personal kink of his, nice, long strokes using his heavily callused palms. Compelled by Barty, he took his time rubbing his various bits until Alastor reached his wand.
He stopped and looked at the Foe Glass that was positioned just so. Barty was watching, a rather flustered Barty, as Alastor, the real Alastor noticed, as Barty-Alastor was breathing quite hard. The boy thought that this would humiliate Alastor? If anything, Barty should be ashamed, that he was getting off watching another man wank.
Maybe this would have humiliated Barty Crouch, Sr, but not the real Alastor Moody. This just made him angrier, more determined to escape from his cage. What was unendurable was endurable, especially when it fueled the growing anger in his belly. Yes, he wasn’t strong enough to break the Imperio, but Alastor Moody was mad enough to allow for some wiggle room. And Barty Crouch, Junior would get the message loud and clear that Alastor Moody was not humiliated by this experience but instead recharged.
So deliberately, he stared down Barty until he nearly reached his pinnacle. Then with a graceless scramble combined with ever faster strokes, he took aim at the Foe Glass, and gave Barty quite the message. A faceful, if you would.
Barty was furious, which meant that he’d punish Alastor, but he’d do it tomorrow, so he would be a full kettle of steam and no thought. Instead, he’d be overwhelmed by a desire for Alastor to pay for his disrespect, which meant that he’d be sloppy and make mistakes.
And Alastor Moody, Auror, would take advantage of every single mistake.