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Credence felt awful. The something inside of him must have set off the MACUSA alarm, and the poor security men had to take time out of their day to deal with him. Maybe Credence should apologize and run.
“Sorry, kid. Your coat?”
Credence shrugged off the coat Graves had given him, heavier and warmer than it looked. He handed over his hat and was beginning to take off his gloves when he felt the first touch at his back.
“Oh!”
“Just procedure, sonny. Can’t be hiding nothing.”
Credence nodded quickly, embarrassed that he didn’t know such a thing. He was such a silly boy…
He carefully placed his gloves on the table, raising his arms as a disillusionment charm was cast on his shoulders down to his waist, down to his…
Credence blushed. The guard swallowed, eyes half-lidded, as though he could see through the thin clothing and liked scarred flesh. Credence felt his skin crawl and the thing in his stomachs purr. The line behind him was growing restless. Credence flushed in shame.
“Y-your arms...behind your back, please.”
Credence dutifully obeyed, allowing the top three buttons of his shirt to be popped open, revealing milky skin and a light scent to the room. The men’s eyes fluttered as they drank Credence’s scent, several women relaxing in their husband’s arms, several husbands growling their approval as the guard roughly examined Credence’s nipples.
Credence squirmed, feeling funny.
“Nn...nothing here...the trousers?” The guard panted. His buddy coughed before nodding.
“D-doll, cross your arms and lean over on the table, huh? Perfect.”
Someone wolf-whistled. Maybe someone pretty walked by. Some movie star, the way people were whispering. The guard palmed at the seat of his trousers, taking careful professional care to rub at Credence’s flesh and check his inner thighs for illicit materials, whistling lowly as he grabbed the flesh in between Credence’s legs.
“Something there. Maybe an unregistered wand, a smuggled - er, something.”
“Better check, officer.” Someone growled.
“Yeah, to keep us safe!” Another shouted.
Credence bowed his head in shame. “S-so sorry, officers. I don’t think I have anything…”
“That’s for us to decide. Stay there. Spread your legs a bit.”
Credence did so, and the guard behind him shuffled so close that Credence could feel the wand in his pocket, or his police baton. Wait. Did wizards carry those? Maybe the aurors disguised themselves as police.
A hand went to his belt, undid it, and Credence’s loose trousers fell slightly, held up only by the curve of his ass. Credence felt tears prickle to his eyes in embarrassment.
Professional, clinical hands between his legs, fondling and grabbing at Credence’s poor testicles and long shaft, a steady puff of grunts against the shell of his ear as the guard pressed his wand against his ass. Just a reminder that Credence was bad, and sinful, and held up everybody from getting to work and made everyone mad…
“Fuck - nn, I think, uhn, maybe we need a cavity search…” The author groaned, now grinding himself against Credence’s ass. Credence blinked cutely up at the officer in front of him, whose eyes were at Credence’s groom where his partner’s hands kneaded. “And a second opinion.”
The author nodded, pulling down Credence’s pants and hefting his heavy balls, carefully examining Credence’s long shaft. Credence whimpered as he heard the crowd moving. The revolving doors swishing to life as people entered and exited. Moving away, probably. They couldn’t be moving toward him, couldn’t want to see this, couldn’t be unzipping their trousers or reaching under their skirts…
“Open your mouth, baby.” The author gasped. The poor guy looked about Credence’s age, in his twenties. He probably just wanted this to be over, like Credence. Credence’s soft lips parted, and someone groaned. His lips were carefully examined, his tongue pressed down, two fingers thrusting inside. Credence instinctively began to suckle, eyes fluttering closed.
“Give him a little more…”
“Yeah, I don’t feel safe.”
“A probe, maybe. Fuck, something invasive…”
“Something proper.”
“Do your damn jobs, I don’t want any smugglers!”
“He’s gotta be hiding something under his shirt.”
“No, in his trousers. Take it off…”
Credence squirmed, feeling so hot, hating the attention as his back arched into the heavy palms resting on his ass, the assessing hand on his shaft, the hard something against his thigh.
“Why the hell isn’t anyone at their desk?”
Everyone went silent. Credence mewled. Mister Graves did not sound happy.
“A-auror Graves, sir - “
“God damn it, what the blazes is going on here?”
“Just...a cavity search, sir. Standard procedure.”
There was a long pause. Credence squeezed his eyes shut.
“I’m sorry, Mister Graves. It’s all my fault…”
He didn’t have to open his eyes to feel the heavy gaze on him.
“They’re just doing their job. I’m sorry I’m so wretched…”
Graves chuckled darkly.
“A fucking cavity search? Really?”
Credence didn’t get the joke.
“We have spells for that.”
Credence shrieked as his ass was opened up and made slick, stretched open like a big, deep swallow. His trousers fell to the floor.
“See? Empty. Tight. Any further questions?”
Silence.
“You’re doubting my abilities? Fine.”
The sound of a zipper and then -
“Oh, Lord!”
Yes, yes, yes-!
Graves pushed into him with one solid thrust, setting a punishing pace. The man didn’t even grunt, lip curling as though Credence was a pest to be dealt with.
“This is why we don’t let Veela sluts into the office. Or maybe why we should…”
“There! Please, lord, keep going, right there…” Credence gasped. The beast in his belly was crowing in victory, tightening Credence’s ass when Graves pulled out, relaxing when he thrust in, unable to bare being empty.
“Oh, you’re going to order me around..?”
“No sir! No, I’m sorry-” Credence could feel him pulling out no no no-
Graves jacked himself roughly, a spray of wet heat over Credence’s ass. Graves growled his contentment. A flick co his hand, and Credence was chained to the table, bent over, ass spread and slick.
“Anyone...frustrated by the distraction or delay as I was is welcome to spank him. No fucking. Get handsy, and I’ll turn away. Need a piss? Well, we’re all civil here. I wouldn’t imagine you’d doing anything untoward.”
A stream of hot liquid inside of him, bubbling out and dropping down his thighs and soaking into his trousers. Credence sobbed, hips rutting against the table desperately. Graves sighed, almost paternal. Another flick, and there was a plug in Credence’s ass, a ring around his dick.
Credence cried out as the plug settled onto his prostate, humping desperately.
An open palmed slap to his aching hole, right on the plug, forcing it deeper.
It began to vibrate, and Credence forgot how to speak.
“Don’t dally. Lunch breaks only.”
Graves turned on his heel, presumably to disappear back into his office. No one grumbled, shuffling past Credence with a few spanks, a gripe or two, a slap to his twitching balls, a teasing hand on the head of his cock.
One man had been roughly stroking himself the whole time, and finally came on Credence’s ass, rubbing in his come so gently…
Credence whimpered, trying to twist to meet his eyes.
“Please…”
A gentle pat on his plug.
“I’ll be back at lunch. Give this cunt what it needs…”
Credence purred in time with his beast, losing himself in the toy in his ass, the throb of his cock against the plug.
Lunchtime. Maybe Graves would take a break. Poor man...he needed soothing.
Something that could only be Veela crooned against his belly.
Yes, yes...he could soothe the poor man. He just needed to convince someone to push him to Graves office...