Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
The next few nights, Harry had Tom dressing in increasingly more erotic outfits. Tonight's was a thong with a small strip of fabric to make it look like a tiny miniskirt riding up so far it put Tom's perky cheeks on full display. The top was a lace number with spaghetti straps that was only held together in the front by a satin bow. Harry's mouth watered at the sight Tom made, especially when Tom twirled in a circle so Harry could get the full effect.
They didn't even make it to the bed before Tom was dirtying his new underthings while Harry was dirtying his throat.
The next morning, Tom asked Harry when he'd be allowed to see any of the day clothes Harry had bought. Harry simply winked at him before getting up and tossing an outfit on the bed. Tom could only blush, his jaw practically dragging on the floor.
"Be honest with me." Harry's voice didn't allow room for argument as his arms wrapped around Tom's sides.
Tom simply stared at the sundress. It was a pale blue and had small white flowers every so often. The cap sleeves had little bows as did the scoop neckline and waist. Harry thought Tom would look simply beautiful in it.
With the promise of not being forced to wear it if he didn't like it, Tom went to the bathroom and got ready for the day. Harry practically drooled when Tom stepped out of the doorway.
Something about seeing Tom in a pretty sundress and blushing the way he was had Harry harder than granite. He pulled Tom to him and locked him in a searing kiss. Tom gave just as good as he got until neither one of them could deny the need for oxygen.
Harry spun Tom around and smiled. "You're an absolute vision, my pet." Tom had preened at the compliment and even admitted maybe this wouldn't be as bad as he had originally thought.
A full six more months had gone by and during that time, the two had explored each other in every way possible. Harry's tongue knew more parts of Tom than Tom thought possible and had an innate ability to find his prostate on the first try every single time. Most of the remotely phallic-esque objects in the house had resided in Tom's arse at one point or another.
That was before Tom brought it up. The one subject Harry wasn't sure he wanted to breach just yet, for fear of Tom regressing into himself again.
"Master? Do...do you think me losing my magic means I won't be able to carry your children?" Harry closed the sports periodical immediately and drew Tom closer to him, hopeful that keeping his full attention on Tom would prevent any unnecessary steps back.
"Do you want children?"
"You're going to need an heir and I haven't seen you with anyone other than Hermione and Ron when they come over."
"Listen, I know this may sound odd to you, but the idea of not having an heir doesn't bother me. I won't go looking for that elsewhere and if you can't then it isn't going to affect the way I look at you." Tom was quiet for a moment and seemed to steal himself before he spoke next.
"But don't you want to have a pretty little girl on your arm?" Harry rolled his eyes and leaned in until Tom was pressed back against the couch cushions. He dropped his voice an octave and ghosted his lips across Tom's cheek.
"In case you haven't noticed, my lovely little pet, I don't care what you are as long as you're sitting on my cock." Tom shivered at the purposeful redirection, but managed to regain his senses before lust took him completely. A thought occurred to Harry and he smiled at Tom.
"Is this your way of telling me you wish to be a girl?" Tom shook his head. "To be pregnant, then?" Again, Tom shook his head.
"No...Maybe?...I just...I've wondered-lately-what it would be like...to be a girl, I mean. Well...mostly to be both, I suppose."
"To be both?" Tom blushed, but Harry managed to get him to relax enough to spit it out.
"Yes. I had a dream a few nights ago and I can't seem to get it out of my head." Harry nodded, he'd experienced that before. "Do you know legilimency?" Again, Harry nodded. He wasn't as proficient as he should be, but enough to get the job done without causing pain. "Look in my mind."
This was something Harry had done before with Hermione when she couldn't remember certain words or convey a particularly tricky concept, but doing it with Tom was so much better.
He looked in on a dream-dreams were rather fuzzy compared to real memories but it was still clear enough for Harry's eyes to widen in surprise. Tom was strapped down to the bed and dressed in a glossy black leathery looking material. His cock was locked up in a metal cage that held his balls equally as tight. Everything was unable to swell and was sure to leave little criss cross lines where all the metal was once it came off. There was a very sizable plug that the dream-Harry was slowly pushing in and out without ever breaching the largest part of the plug and without pulling out all the way.
"Such a good little whore for me, all locked up and begging me to plug up your dirty hole so I can fuck your pretty little womb. Do you want the sounding cap too? Do I need to plug up every other orifice on your body before breeding you? I'll dress you up in pretty little dresses the entire time you're carrying my children, like a good little pet." Tom whimpered and arched against the bedsheets, clearly trying to hold still when a conjured sounding cap was being carefully inserted into his slit. Harry realized Tom had to have been given a bearing potion. It must have been recent, as his breasts weren't swollen yet.
Harry withdrew from Tom's mind and wasn't the least bit surprised to find that he was incredibly hard.
"Fuck me, that's hot. Do you really want all that?"
"Maybe at least once? To try, at first?" Harry nodded, ideas already forming in his mind. He would do much more than what he saw, but first he would need to start placing orders for some toys.
Tom was pushing him, Harry could tell. He'd laid out a pair of trousers and a button up shirt to start the day and it had taken a spanking to get Tom to dress himself and then Tom refused to eat breakfast. Harry hadn't pushed the food issue, knowing he'd likely cave around tea time. But when tea time came and went, he refused to eat or drink anything. He was sitting in the furthest corner away from Harry he could possibly get-on the floor, sans his cushion. It was disconcerting and anytime Harry demanded he tell him what was wrong Tom would just clam up and turn away.
Harry was positively sick of it.
The final straw is when Tom snapped at him after Harry thanked him for getting him a cup of tea.
Harry grabbed Tom by the collar and dragged him into their bedroom and through a door Tom hadn't seen before. Harry had kept his little side project hidden quite well until then, but he was so frustrated that he didn't care to keep it a secret any longer. They were in a dark stairwell, with everything covered in stone and a dim green light barely illuminating the way down. Tom stumbled down behind Harry, still practically being dragged. Harry let go of him once they were on the landing and Tom clutched at his throat while trying to regain his balance. He wasn't given the opportunity to properly see anything around him before a blindfold slipped over his eyes. Tom's whimper of fear almost broke Harry's resolve, but he grabbed Tom's hands and tied them behind his back with silk ties, all the while telling him he was fine and Harry wasn't leaving him.
"You obviously can't trust me enough to tell me what issues you're having, so I'm forcing you to trust me. Stop squirming!" Tom went rigid in his arms, which was technically following Harry's order. "Get on your knees." Tom obeyed hesitantly, relaxing minutely when he realized there was a cushioning charm to prevent him from getting hurt.
"You've been incredibly bratty today, you know. And you barely ate anything at lunch, so I'm going to feed you right now and you're going to eat what I give you. On this plate I have a salmon filet, garlic mashed potatoes and some grilled asparagus. If you're thirsty I have a cup of water here. I won't be telling you what you're getting in each bite, but I expect you to trust that it is what I say it is. I don't want to see any hesitation by the time we're done. Got it?" Tom nodded, looking positively terrified but determined to follow orders.
The first bite was salmon and Tom visibly relaxed when he realized he wasn't eating something terribly gross. Harry smiled and continued to feed him small bites, randomly choosing from each selection he had so Tom couldn't predict what was coming next. Tom relaxed completely towards the end, and even looked somewhat eager for the next bite. He occasionally asked for sips of water, which Harry gave to him from a straw.
"That was it for lunch. Would you like some of this pudding I brought?"
"What is it?" Tom managed to keep his enthusiasm for pudding out of his tone, but his sudden attentiveness gave away his interest.
"I won't be telling you, but if you trust me then you'll find out." Tom hesitated for a split second, then he nodded and opened his mouth. It wasn't any secret between the two that Tom had a bit of a sweet tooth and would be hard pressed to turn down any sort of pudding-except tiramisu. He positively loathed tiramisu.
Harry scooped up a bite of the molten chocolate lava cake-Tom's current favourite-and set the spoon on his tongue. It was all he could do to prevent himself from jumping Tom right there when the most obscene noises came from him tasting the decadent dessert. When the cake was gone, Harry was sure that Tom was full to bursting. He carefully led Tom up the stairs back to their bedroom and lifted the blindfold off of his face once he had sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I'm very proud of you for trusting me. Now, would you care to talk to me about what's bothering you?"
Tom blushed, the colour only emphasizing his dilated eyes. "You've been having me dress in all sorts of pretty things the last few weeks and then today you had me wear this." He gestured towards his rather plain shirt and trousers. Harry chuckled.
"You're allowed to say you'd like to wear something else, my pet. Perhaps a skirt for the rest of the day?" Tom blushed deeper, but nodded his approval anyways. With that problem solved, Harry took Tom to the library so he could read and Harry could start in on his accounting for the month.
Tom was extremely well behaved after that and didn't cause a fuss for quite some time. He was rewarded with endless amounts of praise, all sorts of books to keep him entertained and plenty of sex.
Tom was enjoying the attentions he received, but often initiated things himself. There were plenty of times he'd crawl on the floor over to Harry, so quietly, in fact, that Harry didn't notice until hands were crawling up his legs and unbuttoning his trousers before a warm, wet mouth was encasing his cock. Some days Tom would just remain like that, head resting on Harry's thigh and keeping his prick warm and other days Harry would end up with the best blow job he'd ever received.
And there was just as many times that Harry would wake up to Tom wiggling his arse around on Harry's morning wood. Those days, the two of them wouldn't leave bed until lunch. Harry didn't eat breakfast most days now.
So it was a bit of a surprise when Tom went a few days without initiating anything. He was still social, but he wasn't expressing any sexual appetite. Harry shrugged it off, not wanting to push Tom when he was so clearly capable of expressing his desire for himself, but after being rebuffed twice in two weeks he was starting to get worried. It wasn't like Tom, and Harry was concerned. It was during dinner that Harry was going to bring it up, but Tom beat him to the punch.
"I want to go back down to that room you took me to when you blindfolded me." Harry practically choked on his chicken, the statement had come out of absolutely nowhere and he hadn't been prepared whatsoever.
"What?"
"You heard me. I want you to do more things to me down there. After all," Tom gave Harry a desire filled gaze through half-lidded eyes. "I am your slave. Shouldn't you get to use me every now and again?" Harry was positive his mouth was just hanging open. He could practically hear the hinges squeaking. Swallowing quickly, he leaned over and took a quick sip of his pumpkin juice.
"And what, pray tell, do you expect me to do with a slave down there?" He could see the moment that Tom went from flirtatious to serious and needy.
"Tie me up. Use me, spake me...whatever you want. I only want to please you, Master." Harry, ever the one to please others, stood and grabbed Tom by his hair and pulled him up and after him.
"If it's punishment you want, then it's punishment you'll get." He had a suspicion that Tom was smiling behind him.
He tossed Tom down on the floor and sealed the door behind them to prevent Tom from getting very far should he try to get away. Tom scrambled to kneel, keeping his hands behind his back, his head down and his knees wide just like Harry liked.
He circled Tom and vanished his clothes to the upstairs hamper before lifting his foot to Tom's erection. The brunet whimpered, but kept his position while Harry's boot traced up the flesh and back down again.
"What a naughty slave, getting hard in front of your master. Whatever shall I do with you?" He summoned chains from the ceiling and before Tom could protest had both of his wrists encased in metal cuffs that lifted his arms above his head so high he had no choice but to stand. Not satisfied with the ease Tom was standing, Harry cuffed his ankles to the ground and had them spread wide enough that he was on his tiptoes. His thighs would be trembling with effort soon, and Harry could hardly wait to see the tremors run through his body.
"Oh, is that a strenuous position for you?" Tom nodded and Harry smacked his arse. "Too bad. You'll just have to deal, won't you?" He nodded again. "That's right, because that's what good slaves do. They obey their masters. Who knew you'd be so eager to have someone punishing you, someone owning you completely. You don't even have a safeword. And why is that? Because you don't make the choices here." Tom whimpered once more and Harry noticed his cock bobbing and leaking.
Without warning, Harry bit down on Tom's neck and scratched his nails up his sides from behind. Tom must have been on a hair trigger, since the stimulation caused him to come without being touched. Smiling into his neck while he recovered, Harry summoned a cage just like Tom had seen in his dreams and slipped it on before he could grow hard again.
The noises he made while Harry handled his oversensitive member were delicious and something that he was sure would be forever branded in his mind.