A little communication goes a long way....

                                        

                                              
This 온라인카지노게임 was deleted by 카지노후기. I censored the only thing I could think that caused the removal. 
Also censored is the spoiler of the leader of SAD.
The end of the epilogue was lost, so I had to rewrite it a bit. After the dinner, it is a lot different compared to what I first wrote, but it still has the same ending. I found the original pic for this though! Aww... my Monte.

Summary:
This side-온라인카지노게임 is the future part from "Draco Malfoy, Broken" featuring Zach Smith and OC Keith Fawley during "8th year Hogwarts". Zach had been a little shit and had been tormenting Draco and then hurt Blaise badly. Blaise, being the master curser he is, gave Zach a permanent curse that would make him hard every hour of the day and it wouldn't go away unless tended to. Zach was going mad from lack of sleep, so his fuck buddy, Keith Fawley, asked Blaise to release him. Blaise was a bit vengeful and refused, but gave Fawley a cock ring for Zach. It would allow the curse to be inactive for 12 hours, Zach couldn't remove it or put it on, and he couldn't get hard with it on. Blaise said that Zach only had to apologize to get the curse fully removed. 
This part occured a year later, out of 8th year Hogwarts. Zach never apologized to Blaise for almost crippling or killing him.
TRIGGER: smut and roleplay, a little dubious due to the curse.


Zach Apparated to Diagon Alley just outside his apartment that was over a shop. A primo location, as rent was nearly a hundred galleons a month. His pulse was already quickening. He made his way up the private stairwell and was granted access by placing his hand on the door. It knew him. He scanned the apartment and went to the closet nearest the door. He dropped his wand in the fitted spot, made just the right size for it, and then pulled off his work robes. 
He had gotten a good position in the Ministry in the Broom Regulatory Control Office. He wasn't good enough to play professionally, but at least, he could test brooms and push them to their limits. It was one of the few freedoms he had. It wasn't even his father who had gotten the position for him. However, there were more than enough openings after the trials.
He carefully folded his robes and put them away. Then he pulled off all his undergarments and dropped them into the dirty laundry bin for the house elves (he assumed) to take them. He walked to the bathroom and brushed his teeth and his hair. He always wanted to look good. He checked the clock. It was nearly time. He cursed his boss for holding him up, as he liked being earlier to clean up more, despite the place being spotless. 
He walked over to the door, to his spot, and knelt down. His butt rested on the heels of his feet, and his knees were spread wide. He held his head straight forward, and his hands were clasped behind his back. He waited and would stay waiting as long as necessary. Luckily, it wasn't too long. The door clicked open as a registered occupant was granted entry. Zach tried to control his breathing, and, despite the cuff, his dick twitched a little. 
Fawley's eyes were expectant when he looked down at him when he entered. "Hey, there, sugar. How was work?"
"Good, Master."
"No one messed with you today?" he asked, tilting Zach's head up to look at him.
"No, Master," he replied, honestly. 
Zach had learned to tell the truth early on. When Fawley found out that the consultant for the new Cleansweep was giving him hell on a daily basis to pass his company's new broomstick without any more delays, he was pissed. He ripped the consultant a new asshole and then did the same to him but in a different way. He was sore for days, but Fawley had comforted him so gently after and made him promise to tell him in the future if anyone was hurting him. He never lied about it, again, sometimes telling Fawley the most trivial things. He never dismissed his concerns, but didn't always go all Morgana on their ass.