Harry and Ron were worried. All the school's staff were gone for a fortnight and Malfoy had made it clear to everyone that the two goody-goodies would be paying their dues for 'dissing him.
The two striplings were practicing wand tricks out in the courtyard when Malfoy approached them with a grin on his face.
"I've got a proposition for you two..." he smiled with a mischevious grin.
"Not interested." Ron said.
"Go away," Harry emphasized.
"Now, now, I think this is one you'll enjoy. You've been practicing wand tricks, so I'll make you a bet. Which ever one of your tricks you can come up with has to be better than mine. If it is, then I swear I'll do anything you say I have to do in the dining hall tonight in front of all the other boys."
"Anything?" Ron asked. His eyes were getting greedy.
"Don't do it," Harry warned.
"Anything," Malfoy agreed. "But you have to do whatever I say if you lose."
"Who judges?" Harry demanded.
"The entire school. We'll let everyone know the bet's on and we'll do our trick right before dinner starts. Everyone will be in the hall."
"You're on!!!" Ron said confidently. "I've got a great trick."
"We'll see," Malfoy grinned and waltzed off whistling.
"I have a bad feeling about this..." Harry said.
That night, all the boys were gathered in the dining hall, sitting at their long tables, and the two contestants stood side by side on the front podium. They agreed to let a senior boy put them under a spell, so that when the contest was decided, what ever the winner said would be what the loser would have to do. The magic spell would force the boy to do the task and there could be no backing out of the bet.
Ron was up first, and he set to work. He had been practicing his trick all afternoon, and now he said the words to make it work. His wand lifted up in the air, dipped itself in an inkwell, and wrote "MALFOY IS AN IDIOT" on the wall. The applause was weak for Ron's trick and he got a worried look on his face. Harry just shook his head, knowing his friend was in for it.
Malfoy's wand was a good 18 inches long and rose up in the air with a definite purpose. It started poking at Ron and forced the young redhead over to the front table by painful prodding. Then with hard whacks to the left and right shoulders, it had Ron turned around and bent over the table. All the boys of the school whispered with anticipation. It was obvious what Ron was going to get. And Ron knew it too, but every time he tried to move from his bent over position, the wand whacked him back into place.
"It's not a very patient spell," Malfoy warned. "If you keep trying to move away, the wand will give you a few whacks in the walnuts."
Ron gulped and decided not to fidget anymore. Instead, he reached out with both hands and gripped the sides of the table, took one last look at all the eager faces looking at him with glee, and then closed his eyes for the inevitable.
WWWHHHHHAAAACCCCCKKKKKKK the thin floating switch landed across his bent-over bum with a whistling blow that moved so fast it blurred through the air.
"YEEEEEOOOOWWWW!!!!!!!!" Ron screamed and stood straight up from the intense fire that lit across both his buttocks.
The stick sailed around and gave a hard thump to the bulge between the boy's legs and with a whimpering groan, Ron involutarily bent over the table with his hands planted between his thighs. The dining room exploded in a loud cheer.
"I wouldn't stand up again if I were you," Malfoy grinned.
Ron agreed and set himself for the next swing. The wand blurred through the air.
WHHAAACKKKK WHHAAACKKKK WHHAAACKKK
"Ahhhhh... OOHHHH... YYYYAAAAAA" Ron's voice cracked as the wood began to lay a steady stream of stripes across the lad's leeward side.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
Ron's rump was on fire and the boy's protesting had turned into a long wail.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
"That's a dozen and more!" Harry shouted in protest, but the rest of the kids were egging the trick to keep going on.
"Two dozen was what I conjured," Malfoy said with a smile.
"Ohhhhh....Noooooooooooooooo" Ron begged and looked back at the hovering stick.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
Ron began hollering and his tail wwas bouncing up and down from the incredible pain that was roasting his rear.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
The final swipes seemed to land even harder and louder and the young whelp yelped with greater intensity following each sharp crack across his ass. Then the wand finally floated back to Malfoy's hand as the brat grinned triumphantly. The huge applause from all the boys sitting at their long tables made it clear who the winner was. The clapping only stopped so that Malfoy could pronounce his punishment for the pup who had lost the bet. Malfoy had to be careful to word it correctly so the spell would take hold with the first complete sentence and there couldn't be any "and this and that" so it had to be properly embelished with the correct adjectives if there was to be creative additives.
"You have to give blow jobs to every boy here in the nude starting with me."
The entire room erupted in cheers! Ron's jaw dropped open in disbelief. Harry shook his head but also gave a little smile as he thought of the slender lad nude and servicing his own magic wand. Malfoy had a seat at the table exactly opposite Harry and gave him a mean grin of triumph.
Ron felt the spell take hold and his hands involutarily began to peel off his clothes until the stripling stood stark naked in front of the four dozen boys all sitting with eager hardons in anticipation of their dinner delight. The nude dude got down on hands and knees and crawled under the first table and had to start with Malfoy. His hands planted themselves on the bigger boy's thighs and spread them wide. His mouth moved in front of Malfoy's spear and the younger redhead started licking the lad's lollipop. He was trying to be careful because he didn't want to get the spoilsport's spurt into his mouth when Malfoy actually popped. That would be gross.
But Malfoy had other ideas and grabbed Ron's hair and pushed the lad's head down all the way on his staff. Harry, sitting opposited Malfoy, couldn't help but look under the table with all the other boys to see the sport. Ron was on hands and knees, his butt sticking out at Harry and sporting two dozen bright red stripes, his head bobbing up and down in Malfoy's lap, the winning wag's stick poking at Ron's cheek with each hard push down of his hands.
The thought of Malfoy's miniature maypole poking into Ron's cheek gave Harry an idea.
"This is going to hurt Malfoy a lot more than it's going to hurt you, my friend," Harry murmered to himself as he used his feet to nudge Ron's knees farther and farther apart. The lads lemons were dangling directly in front of Harry's shoe now and Harry waited for the next time that Malfoy pushed Ron's head down deep on his own asparagus stick. Harry saw the bulge in Ron's cheek and swung his foot hard into Ron's nuts.
Ron gave a muffled groan and Harry saw the jaws instinctively clamp down. Harry looked up to see Malfoy turn bright red, open his mouth and holler at the top of his lungs. Everyone who had been watching Ron do his service had witnessed the entire affair and appauded even louder than they had for Malfoy's victory. Malfoy leaped up with his throbbing baton still sticking out and ran out of the room hollering and holding his joystick in his hands.
As word got around, the laughter got even louder as Malfoy ran to his room to put some salve on his stinging boystick. As food was magically served and the boys ate their fill, Ron was obligated by the spell to simply move on to the next boy and the next and the next until all of them had been serviced and the lad's face and front were covered with evidence of his good deeds. Harry was not unhappy to be getting the BJ he had fantasized about during the endless rounds of showers with Ron after matches.
But the spell was solid and he had no choice but to obey every letter of the magic order. It had been to give a blow job to every boy that was in the room when the spell was uttered and Ron had no choice but to go off naked to Malfoy's room as he had still not been serviced. Malfoy knew this and was ready. The blond braggard made sure that Ron's rump got quite a servicing from his belt and his radishes got a royal thumping before he permitted the redheaded runt to finish the job and be released from the spell.