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Bound and Gagged	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 79942 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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My other fic has been dormant for some time, but I'll update it again soon. I just got bored when it didn't get the responses I thought it would. My problem, of course. Anyway, this is another sticky piece that curled around my cerebrum and teased me for a bit. Let's have a try with it, kay?

Bound and Gagged

A bondage Tale
Harry/Lucius Harry/Draco Harry/Voldemort/Lucius/Draco And many versions thereof And a little Snape/Tom.
Harry strikes a hard bargain with the Dark Lord and gets some revenge and a little bit of fun.
Chapter One: Bondage
Standing for a long time was not really a hardship for someone who was in great shape, had long strong legs and was devoted to his master like Lucius Malfoy. Standing naked in front of the Boy-who-was-up-to-no-good, was another story.
Voldemort watched in fascination as Harry circled his top Death Eater, a hungry look riding just under the surface of his youthful face.
Tom Riddle had been curious when Harry had contacted him. The lessons he'd gotten from someone, blocking Tom's attempts to gain contact with the boy's mind, told him only that Harry had plans. That those plans didn't include killing anyone, at present, was not guaranteed.
So, he'd arranged for the meeting, talked with the boy, worked out a settlement and called for his minions. Most of his followers were complacent, doing exactly as he instructed, heeding him whether from fear or respect, didn't matter, but they went as he told them and followed his orders without question. This left only three masked, black robed figures in his home, as well as the boy, hiding under an invisibility spell that Voldemort would give anything to know. Even he couldn't locate Harry, until the youth deemed it time to reappear.
“Bellatrix, I order you to present yourself to St. Mungo's with this letter of instructions. Leave behind your wand, you won't be needing it, and Fenrir, take this to the department of magical creatures and wait there, obeying the wizard's in charge until I come for you. Lucius, once you have sent this to Minister Shakelbolt, by your son's owl, return here and bring Draco with you.” The three left, curious expressions only making brief appearances on their faces. He chuckled when he was alone, and Harry stepped out from behind a large overstuffed armchair. “Was that an acceptable fulfillment of my bargain, Mr. Potter?” Voldemort asked.
“It was adequate. Now, here's what I have for you. I am the current possessor of the Deathly Hallows. I am not going to turn any of them over to you, without a wizard's oath, proclaiming an end to the war, no future attempts to overthrow the Ministry of Magic, or murder any further Muggles, muggle-borns, half-bloods or even full-bloods. You can live forever, Tom. But, only if you conform to the laws of our society, and amend your ways. Be on the light side, and I'll give you the resurrection stone and the elder wand. I will keep the cape, it was my father's.” Harry stood firmly planted in his place, a few more conditions on the back of his tongue.
“I will agree to your conditions. I may be old, but I'm not feeble. I have felt the destruction of my horcruxes and I am weary of battle. There is more, I know it. What further demands do you have for me?” the snake man asked.
Harry took a deep breath. For what he was about to ask, he knew that the sorting hat would have rescinded his Gryffindor placement. “The Malfoys, Lucius and Draco. They are to be mine.” he stated plainly and without a single hitch to his voice.

Voldemort lifted his hand and held it at his chin, brushing lightly at the smooth skin that he found there. His thoughts wove around the proposition, curling and exploring it from many angles. When he spoke, he didn't sound repulsed or disagreeable, just curious. “What do you intend to do with them? Surely, a righteous and noble boy as yourself does not plan to murder in cold blood.”
Harry held his head high, prepared for this question after weighing his desires for months, all the time that he, Ron and Hermione had searched for and destroyed the pieces of Tom Riddle's soul. When he realized that when only two were left, himself and the snake that Tom kept as a pet, his death was not an option he was ready to take. “I have a home, and money to live on, but my servant, an aged house elf, is a poor excuse for domestic help. I plan to bind the two Malfoy's into servitude and keep them out of future trouble as my . . . slaves.” the words felt foreign, but not altogether distasteful in his mouth. Voldemort smiled.
“Then, let us make the vow and be ready when your servants return. Have you chosen carefully the spell you will use to bind them?” the Dark Lord asked.
“I found an ancient formula for a potion that will do more than any of the bondage spells. It was in a book that once belonged to a friend of my mother's.” Harry said, with a knowing smirk.
Harry pulled out the two vials, filled to the top with a dark fluid that looked like black cherry syrup. He had added flavoring, as Snape had suggested, and gave the potion a tint of desire. The person presented with it would crave it and finish every drop, making the effects even more permanent.
Voldemort stood, placing his wand on his arm and calling for his most trusted servant. Snape entered through the window in a flurry of swirling black smoke. He looked back and forth between the two and scowled. Harry and his professor had determined that this would be the only other option, when the boy had come to him with his demands to be taught occlumency and aided with the final stages of his plan to end the war with as little bloodshed as possible.
“We shall require a witness to a wizard's oath. As soon as we receive word that the more dangerous of my forces are secured, Harry and I will declare a truce, of sorts. We have an agreement.” Voldemort told the dark man.
“Yes, My Lord.” Snape nodded and bowed lightly, touching the pocket of his robe where he had placed his own safety net for the future.
Less than fifteen minutes passed when two owls descended into the room and landed, an eagle owl, near the dark lord and a small hyperactive owl, near Harry. The two men took their missives and read silently.
Harry,
The minister has informed me that Voldemort is calling a cessation of hostilities and declaring the war over and stalemated. He has agreed to disappear and never bother any one again.
Bellatrix is resting sedately in the Janus Thickney ward of St. Mungo's, the werewolf is incarcerated in the ministry and several death eaters have turned themselves in to Azkaban. Others are said to have holed up in their homes, behind strong wards, but making written statements that they will do no one harm.
What have you done? Nevermind, brilliant Harry!
Hermione
Harry smiled and patted Pig, before pocketing the paper. He would respond to it when the vow was taken.
Voldemort, similarly, placed the paper aside, smirking and ignoring the owl that glared at him in wait.
“It seems that my followers are even more efficient than I believed them. Shall we begin?”
It took twenty minutes for all of the demands to be incorporated into the oath, one of the longest in wizarding history, but more thorough than the Dark Lord had believed the young wizard could manage. He was sworn against retaliation of any sort and could not do harm in any way, other than self defense, and even that would be less than life threatening. Voldemort sighed as he released the boy's hand and shook his own to gain back some of the feeling he had lost.
“Are you satisfied, Mr. Potter?” he asked.
“Just about,” Harry said. “There is still the matter of my slaves.”
“Of course,” Voldemort nodded and Snape stepped away, to stand near the wall. “They should arrive soon.”
On cue, the sound of footsteps and a knock on the door heralded the arrival of the Malfoy men.
“Enter.” the snake said as Harry slid into invisibility once more.
Lucius entered, followed by his confused son, and stood in front of his master, well his previous master, but he didn't know that yet. “My Lord.” the blond man said, bowing lightly. He indicated Draco and bowed again. “My son is here.”
Draco attempted a nervous bow, but he was so scared it was choppy and stiff. “My Lord.” he all but squeaked. The last time he had been called for it was to be commissioned to kill the headmaster. He wasn't sure what the evil man wanted from him now, so was very wary.
“Yes.” Voldemort said sauntering across to his chair and lowering elegantly. “I have negotiated the end of the war, Draco Malfoy. It is over. You will not die for my cause. Does this make you happy?”
Draco let out an audible breath and nodded slowly. “So, we've won?” he asked and Lucius hissed.
Voldemort turned to him, glaring at him sharply. “No. We are stalemated. We have made certain concessions. I am ending my siege and I have sent my warriors off. Most will not be harassed, so long as they do no further transgressions. Some are under Ministry control and will be dealt with as fairly as possible. That leaves only the two of you.”
“W-what do you intend for us?” Lucius nearly groveled.
“I have no intentions for you. You are forfeit, Lucius. If I send you to the ministry, you will surely receive the kiss. If I keep you here, I would find you too annoying and have to kill you myself. No, another will deal with you.”
“Another? Who else is there?” Draco whined.
“Why, your savior, Young Mr. Malfoy. Harry Potter.” Voldemort chuckled as Draco looked around, finding Harry standing behind him, holding Dumbledore's old wand and smiling.
“Hello, Malfoy.” Harry smirked and Draco's lower lip quivered involuntarily. “I have a present for you. Do you remember this?” Harry pulled out the hawthorn wand and held it just out of the blond's reach. He conjured a table with it, complete with a silver tray and two goblets. In the goblets were the potions he'd prepared under Snape's tutelage. Harry walked away and watched the two men. They gazed at the potions, desire filling their silver grey eyes.
“Mr. Potter has offered you a safe haven. He requires only one thing of you. Your complete servitude. Drink this potion, and no one will threaten you again.” Voldemort chortled as he watched the shock of realization fill the two pair of eyes.
“Servitude? He wants to make us slaves?” Lucius spat out. “How dare you!” this last was directed at Harry, but Draco stopped his father with a lightly pressed hand to his arm.
“It's this or death, correct?” the blond boy asked the Dark Lord. Voldemort nodded and Draco lifted one goblet to his lips. He drank deeply, savoring the bouquet and flavor of the potion, not too sweet and not too tart. It ran down his throat, settled into his stomach and infused his body. He didn't feel different, but hadn't expected to. “It's done.” he stated and Harry nodded. He lifted an origami swan and sent it to the boy, smiling only lightly. Draco caught it and opened it to find apparation coordinates and an invitation to the home of Harry J. Potter.
“Draco.” Harry called and the younger blond looked up. Harry tossed the hawthorn wand to him and he caught it nimbly. “Go home and see if you can manage to clean up a room for yourself. I'll be along shortly. Oh, and don't annoy Kreacher, too much.”
Draco nodded and apparated away, leaving Lucius to face the room full of hostile wizards, in his opinion.
“Lucius, what is your decision?” Voldemort asked and the man turned to him. He closed his eyes, knowing that he had no real choice. He was afraid of death and had no wand to defend himself. He opened his eyes again and nodded once. He reached for the goblet and prepared to drink.
“Wait.” Harry stopped him and Lucius suddenly feared his hesitation had cost him too much. Had Harry changed his mind and decided that his son was payment enough and the man was not worth the food he would have to provide? Resignedly he lowered the drink and turned to the boy. Harry smiled, evilly. “Take off your clothes, first.” he ordered.
Lucius was incensed. He expected that the boy would humiliate him once he was bound to him, but at this point, his mind rebelled. How was he to obey a mere slip of a boy, while still in complete control of his actions? He shuddered as he unclasped his cape and draped it over a chair. It disappeared with a flick of Potter's wand.
Lucius felt a chill as he slid out of his tunic and belt, dropping them after the cloak and watching them evaporate. He was soon down to a pair of briefs, silver and silky, when Harry stopped him.
“Now, drink.” Harry cooed and the man repressed the shudder that the words drew from him. He lifted the goblet, put it to his lips and drew the scent in through his nostrils. It smelled like a Bordeaux, smooth and tangy, laced with cognac. He took a sip, savored it and swallowed. It rode slowly into his body and he drained the cup before it reached his stomach. The feeling of calm suffused him and he turned to his new Master. “Good. Now, those will have to go.” Harry flicked his wand and the silver briefs melted away. Lucius Malfoy stood before him, naked and shimmering, the potion in his body making him feel young and strong, not tired and old, as he had felt for some months. Voldemort chuckled.
“What?” he asked and Harry smiled.
“That one had a touch of a youth serum, something the twins concocted. It will last for a month, then you'll need more. If you behave, I'll give it to you. Look at yourself, Lucius.” Harry waved his arm and a full length mirror appeared, directly in front of the confused wizard. He looked at his reflection and saw himself, the way he had looked at maybe thirty-five years old. “Now, I want you to make me feel better about the bad things you have done. I want you to pay for the pains that you have caused others. And you will start by making amends for the death of Dobby.”
And that was how Lucius came to be standing, his hands bound behind his back, his body held erect by a rope that was tied around his cock and balls, tugging them toward the lamp that they were connected to above him. His mouth was gagged with a remembrall, held in place by a Gryffindor tie. It was painful, the position, the rope, the strain on his genitals and the humiliation of the way that Voldemort and Snape, not to mention Harry, were looking at him.
The boy, his Master, stopped in front of him, plucking at the robe like a guitar string and watching the vibrations flow through the man. “This will be your first lesson, Lucius. I am going to be a hard master and you are going to feel the pains that you have caused first hand. You will do this, and many other things for me. And, when I am content, I may let you rest. Now, let's talk about the pain that you caused Ginny, in my second year.” Lucius felt a new sensation.
Anticipation.
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