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Chapter List
- 1-Ch 1
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-Ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Chapter 10
- 11-Ch 10.5
- 12-Chapter 10part 3
- 5
- 6
- 7
�
The long
hallway was barely lit.� Fat white candles
flackered at intervals in alcoves set into the
wall.� There were no doors.�

The general style of the walls and floor seemed to Tom to suggest �industrial basement.�� There was perhaps a boiler somewhere nearby
if so.�

Speculation on the location of the safehouse within
Germany was pointless and he turned his attention to the swaying hips of the
crawling youth in the dim corridor before him.��
Harry had
a manner of moving.. a lithe
grace that was nearly mesmerising.� The
play of shadow over the muscles of his back made Tom�s mouth water.
When they
reached a corner and turned, two doors were revealed a small way down the
corridor.� Harry was obviously moving
toward the one on the left.�

Tom followed slowly, enjoying the view, and when the other boy stopped in front
of the door, he reached over him and turned the handle, giving it a light push
inward.�
The room
that was revealed was spectacular.

To both of them, apparently.� He heard Harry�s undisguised gasp of horror.
�Naughty...clever...Severus�� Tom thought to himself wryly as he lifted a
boot and nudged the taut jean clad arse of the boy on his hands and knees
before him.
Harry
complied and crawled forward, but his movements were slower � his back somehow
stiffer.�

Tom could almost smell the fear and delighted in it...although he knew
pragmatically that it was counterproductive to allow himself to indulge his tastes.

At least to do so tonight would be
risky... But when Harry was installed
as his servant, after this �new skin� procedure was carried out � that would be
another matter.�

It would then be his duty to train Harry
in the behaviours by which he might best please his master.
The room
was dark and ominous � largely due to the predominance of black, particularly
silk and satin, which seemed to sheath the walls and curtain the overly large
bed. �The concrete floor of the corridor
transitioned at the door to smooth glossy black rubber, shiny and strange
underfoot. �An overpowering dark shine in
the room was broken mainly by silver.. the silver of rings.. manacles.. bars ... a silver surgical steel table with inbuilt cuff
restraints stood off to the left in the room and beside it was placed a smaller
silver trolley which offered an aesthetically pleasing array of sharply
glinting blades and torture instruments. �

Upon the left wall behind the table were displayed a row of black dildos and anal
plugs ranging in size and shape from petite to grotesque, beneath them ranged a
shorter row of urethra �sounding� probes in various lengths, widths and types. ��

A silver shelf along the right wall carried a (..familiar,
if not glimpsed for many years now..) �selection of potions, chemicals and recreational substances.
��

Above the shelf on the wall hung collars.. cuffs..gags...and various restriction
and compression tools while below the shelf dangled..implements
- �crops, whips, floggers, scourges.. some with sharp metal blades woven into the leather
cord.�
Severus
had pulled out all the stops to frighten the boy..� �
Harry halted
on his hands and knees in the centre of the room and was very still.� He seemed to be waiting tensely.
Tom
observed him with narrowed eyes and considered carefully how he might best react
to this..playroom..that Severus had maliciously sprung upon them both.

At this point.. It appeared that all things within this
domain..within this little resistance movement as a whole in fact... occurred by Harry�s tacit will.�
That was more than apparent.�

If the boy chose to change his mind regarding the insistence that Tom play the
key role in his little plan � there would be little that Tom himself could do
to prevent Severus from restraining, obliviating and
releasing him somewhere.� Most likely
somewhere that would constitute an immediate threat to his survival.
�Stand, Harry�
he commanded softly.� He might have
preferred to keep the boy on his knees as befitted his station, but this night
would unfortunately need to be a night of concessions.�

He did not want to remind the boy of behaviour he had required of all his
marked servants prior to his fall.��
The head
of black messy hair did not turn.� Harry
rose gracefully in place and remained still.�
�I will
not insult your intelligence by pretending that I have not employed each of the
implements and tools within this room on other occasions.

�... That I would not..enjoy..exploring your
limits with them..

However...I assume you are quite capable of reasoning why Severus has chosen to
offer them to me now.��
The silky
head gave a nod.� One
single curt nod.
�Look at
me, Harry� he purred in a low voice.� It
was gratifying to see the boy in front of him shiver before he turned and the
dazzling green eyes met his own uncertainly.
�I will
refrain from..play..tonight.� He told him, meeting his gaze evenly. �-However things will be different
when I am Draco Malfoy and you are James Thorwald.�

From your memories of Draco.. a
certain measure of sadism will be expected of me if I am to play the role
convincingly... And clearly you are not unaccustomed to such treatment.�

My tastes run considerably darker than those of Draco Malfoy, naturally.� I was not in the habit of allowing my bedmates to survive more than a few nights.. but I shall moderate myself for
you. �

You will come to no permanent harm. �Do you understand, Harry?�
He
watched as the boy�s adam�s
apple bobbled in a nervous gulp.
�...I..I belong to you..� came the soft
reply.

Tom felt an indescribably delicious shiver of delight run up his spine at the
words.� He tilted his head fractionally,
his lips twisting in a dark smile.
Harry
seemed to flinch slightly at the smile.

�My..that is.. all of our lives..
will be in your hands soon.. are
already in your hands.. in a sense.� What is
my body compared to that?!� Nothing. �It�s
yours.� I�m..I�m
yours.�

Do whatever you want, m-...my Lord ��
Thrilled
by the stuttered honorific on the boys lips, he was
not studying Harry as closely as he had been seconds earlier and when the boy�s
green eyes lowered he could not be certain whether he had really glimpsed the
naked despair that had flashed in them for a fraction of a second.� �

Once again he wondered how much of what the beautiful creature before him had
told him was actually true.�

Had Harry truly desired him?� Was this
simply a means to coerce him into performing the task that Harry�s little
resistance group needed completed?!�

If that was so � what else did he need to know about his current
circumstances?!
He
stepped forward till he stood barely half a metre from the bare chested boy and wished fervently that he could use
legilimency upon him now.� �After this procedure was complete it might be
too late to avoid hidden negative consequences.
Abruptly
the thought rose up in his mind of a week ago Tuesday evening, which he had spent curled up on the filthy concrete at the foot of a
narrow flight of stairs down to a basement entrance.��

In the middle of the night a group of rowdy hooligans had yelled and whooped
their way down the street above, pushing over bins and roughhousing.

From the sounds, he had determined that there were at least five of them,
possibly more.��

He�d pressed himself into the corner of the dark recessed stairwell and pleaded
with the fates that they would not detect him.�
The location had been a risk when he had chosen it � it was difficult to
retreat from if found.� But the wind had
been so cold that night. �

While he had clung to the damp concrete wall and tried not to breathe loudly, the threat had rattled
and blustered its way past overhead.�� It
had taken a long time for him to calm himself after the silence had
returned.� In the end he had found
himself no longer able to sleep in the stairwell for fear of being
trapped.�

He had crept up to the street and had taken himself off to sleep behind a
tenement block skip bin.
This was
the world.. the reality.. that he would be occupying for the rest of his..� well.. for the next century while Lucius
lived.. and perhaps a lot longer.� As far as he was aware, his horcruxes remained hidden and he would never permanently die..� but if he were
captured, existence would likely become worse than death.� To avoid that, he would have to live for a
very long time without magic, without comfort, without power.� He would have only the scant comfort of invisible
survival within the underbelly of muggle society.
Since
finding Harry Potter, his prospects had been on the rise.� Whatever negatives might be hidden in this �new
skin� � he would sooner face them than spend the rest of his life sleeping
behind skip bins and avoiding ministry detection.��

To be able, once again, to use magic.. It would be worth any possible downside.
Harry was
still waiting, anxiously, for his response.

The knowledge that Harry willingly accepted the suffering that might be
inflicted upon him warmed Tom.� To his
mild astonishment he realised he had no particular appetite at present to
torture the boy, even in view of the luxury of choice arrayed around them and
the boy�s willing, if frightened, acquiescence.�

Harry was salvation.�

Harry might bring the chance for him to reclaim
the wizarding world.� He was pleased with him. �

More than this.. Harry had acknowledged that he
belonged to him, that Tom could do anything that he wished to him.� To do so in this place...when he knew that he
held implicit power over Tom this night.. It was
worthy of a small reward.
Drifting
closer still, Tom reached out a hand and, with a fingertip, traced the top
button of the dark jeans that the other boy wore.��
Harry wet
his lips with his tongue.��
The
movement drew Tom�s fascination and his finger trailed up from Harry�s jeans,
over the warm corrugated abdomen, ribs.. chest and then higher, leaving the warm skin and rising till
it brushed feather light over Harry�s bottom lip.

The attractive youth shivered at the sensation, closing his eyes and parting
his lips. Gently he suckled the tip of Tom�s finger between them.� �

As a hot slippery tongue flickered over his finger pad, Tom�s breath
caught.� He pressed his finger deeper,
and Harry accepted it and sucked it harder, twirling his tongue and hollowing
his cheeks in a suggestive reminder of the fellatio he had so recently
performed.
In abrupt
overwhelming impatience, Tom dragged his digit back roughly and took the final step
toward Harry, bringing their bodies flush and crashing his lips against those
of the other boy hungrily.� Harry�s tiny
excited moan went straight to his groin and he dominated the other boy�s mouth
with force, plunging his tongue in as if he thought to devour him.��
He found
that his arms had slipped, quite automatically around Harry�s waist, gripping
him and tugging their hips together.�

It felt ..unnaturally comfortable to hold him this
way, some distant part of his mind observed.�
He thought he might enjoy it even were he not intending to sodomise the boy in the immediate future.�
At that
point, Harry bucked gently against him, interrupting his thoughts and Tom found
himself groaning into the other boy�s mouth at the delicious friction of their
jean coated erections rubbing together.�
When arms
wrapped themselves around his neck, pulling at him as if he might decide to
leave at any moment, Tom pulled back slightly, unfamiliar and uncomfortable
with the affectionate clinging.

He had had many partners; some he had even kissed and held..
but it had been a very long time since any had cleaved
to him as Harry had just been attempting to do.

Uncertainty flashed in Harry�s eyes.� He
didn�t need legilimency to see the boy was afraid that he had done something
wrong or upset Tom in some way.�

He offered him a small, tight smile.� �...it
is nothing� he reassured, supporting his words with a nimble hand insinuated
between them that flicked Harry�s top jean button open as he had intended
originally before he became distracted by his lips.�

The zip followed and then he was pushing away the remaining barriers around the
boy�s attractive body. �

Harry gave an entirely unconscious little shimmy of his hips and the jeans
dislodged themselves from his thighs, dropping to the ground in a soft scrunch
of fabric.� He reached at once for Tom�s
shirt to undress him too.�
�No.� Tom
said quietly, catching Harry�s hands at the top button.� �Go and wait on the bed.�
The
disappointment in the pretty green eyes was gratifying, but he ...did not
want...that.�

As much as he might wish to reward Harry.. he could not do..that.. Stand and
undress one another with soft kisses and embraces as if they were nothing more
than lovers.�

They were not.� He did not take lovers.� He
was in control.. always.�� Even if Harry held some
power on this night.�

Particularly because Harry possessed
a certain power over him tonight, he could not allow him to take the lead in
any part of this.� No.� He would obey.� He would receive pleasure, certainly � but it
would be pleasure determined and dispensed by Tom.�

He would not tolerate Harry Potter dictating to him.� He was.. ...He
was...
Was he
still Lord Voldemort?�
He had
almost felt like himself while he had been speaking with Severus.. even in such a peculiar
form.� But alone with Harry..it was too easy to think as he had for the past years.. to become the street rat transfixed by the presentation of
an unexpected banquet. ��Even when he had
called him �Lord�, the familiar sense of self had been only fleeting.� A rush of shocked delight..

No.. he could not allow Harry
to weaken him further with soft kisses and tender embraces.� It did not matter if it felt good to hold him
� it was a dangerous temptation to allow that kind of expectation to seed.
His hands
absently undressing himself, Tom let his eyes drift over to the bed and paused
on the last button of his shirt, his breath catching.�
Harry lay
splayed diagonally across the bed on his back, propped up on one elbow, his
green eyes trained eagerly upon Tom
as he disrobed. �All the while, his other
hand slowly stroked his rather impressive erection.� He was a pale, beautiful animal in sharp
contrast to the black satin.

While Tom watched, Harry�s eyes flickered from him to the wall to Tom�s left
and then back before a delicate pale rose flush spread itself over his cheeks.�
He didn�t
need to even look.� He knew what had been
arranged in rows on that wall.� For a
moment he considered retrieving just a few
items from around the room.�

He steeled himself.� It would be easy to begin with a mere plug and a pair of
manacles and then find himself reaching for a cockring or a urethra sounding rod and then perhaps a
crop.� A small one.� Nothing too dramatic..
and maybe just a small potion to enhance his enjoyment
of the discipline.. and while he was disciplining Harry,
perhaps he might just.. carve his initials onto his
perfect body somewhere.. It would hardly matter after all - �he would not be wearing it much
longer..� Of course..
if he was cutting him anyway, and scars did not matter
� there was a flask of liquid fire on the shelf, he had seen.. There was acid
too..� he might...
No.��

He would enjoy the flawless creature before him without added
distractions.� It was better not to
entertain his long suppressed appetites tonight.� �He had
in the past all too often gotten carried away with his lust and curiosity.�

It might be advisable to procure several more expendable offerings in addition
to the boy, in order that he might have somewhere to work off his more life
threatening impulses.

Nevertheless..If Harry was ...interested... in the
tools on display here, that was all the better for them both.� Severus had failed completely in his
intentions for the room.�
Tom
peeled off his shirt, dropping it uncaring on the floor behind him and removed
his jeans and boxers without ceremony, ignoring again the tiny fleeting
irritation that his body had become so lean and wiry over the years.� Soon, his mind reminded him morosely, it
would not matter.� He would be wearing
the body of the youngest Malfoy.� It was
possible that he might never regain his present appearance.

And it had been so damn difficult to
get this body once more after he had lost it the first time.

From the way that Harry pushed himself up with barely restrained excitement as
he approached, his appearance met with approval again.� More than approval in fact.� Harry was nearly drooling and looked as if he
might leap up and spring at him if Tom did not join him soon.� Nervous tension in all of
his muscles.� His cock was
dribbling against his abdomen.
Would
that too change when he wore Draco�s body? Harry loathed the boy, didn�t he?
�Patience..� he scolded him lightly, smirking as he stalked to the
bed. �A peculiar thought struck him and
widened his smile to malevolent proportions.

�Whatever would dear old Albus say, I wonder, If he
saw you looking at me as you are now?!�
Something
flashed in Harry�s eyes for a moment and he looked down.

�I... � Harry started and then his eyes flickered
daringly.� �Well..
I�d say he�d give me a speech about how disappointed he was and how
disappointed my parents would be and the fate of the wizarding world and the
importance of doing what is right rather than ..what
you want.. or something..� but right now..if he were
here, I expect he�d be too busy ogling us both to give me one of his guilt
trips.��

Receiving a quirked brow in response, Harry continued� �You did know that he was gay, didn�t you?�
Tom
controlled his expression only by the skin of his teeth.�

No.� No he had not known that.� How did Harry know that?!� Was he lying?�
He did not seem to be.. but
he was so very good at behaving deceitfully these days it seemed.� He�d lied to him from the beginning and Tom
had not caught it.�

�Upon what do you base that assertion?��
He enquired as casually as he could manage.
The boy
did laugh.� Damn him.�

Harry looked several years younger as he chuckled in genuine pleasure.�

�You didn�t know!� I didn�t find out first hand or anything - he
didn�t make a pass at me, thank god..� Harry grimaced,
miming a dramatic shudder �I know because Professor McGonagall -�
�Minerva..� Tom interrupted with a sneer.� �She was always sniffing after him even in my day.�
Dreadful girl.�
Always wore plaits.� Utterly incapable of speaking to any Slytherin with courtesy.� Such an ignorant, overconfident and
unappealing witch would
imagine that anyone who rejected her advances must be homosexual.�
Harry
rolled his eyes and offered a wry smirk.�
�I was going to say � after he
died, Professor McGonagall found his journal.. or.. he left her his journal or
something.� I found it in her office while
I was...looking for something else.�

....Doesn�t matter why I found it but apparently he and Grindelwald
had been lovers in their early twenties, before the war.� Dumbledore loved him but Grindelwald
never truly loved him back.� After he�d
defeated him, he never took another lover.�
�How
ridiculously Gryffindor of him� Tom responded without thinking� �And ironic.. that
with all the assertions that love is the most powerful magic of all, the
foolish old goat never actually possessed it.�
You don�t believe in such
tripe, do you?!�
The sable
haired boy frowned thoughtfully, lying back and folding both arms behind his
head.� The organ deflating against his
thigh testified that this topic was not the most prudent to follow if Tom wished
to fuck him shortly. ��

�I don�t ...know�� Harry
said pensively.� �I haven�t really got
any basis for comparison either.� A lot
of people have said they loved me � even more since I�ve just been some dancer
in a bar, if you can believe it.. but just about
everyone that�s ever told me they loved me didn�t really know me � didn�t know
anything about me - and of the ones
that did.. I don�t believe some of them even knew the meaning of the word.. and the others I just never felt
the same way about.�
Tom
tilted his head.� The words, although he
would obviously never have made such an admission, could have been his own.�

In his experience, love was a bizarre aberration of emotion and rational
self-interest that others suffered in regard to him and which cemented their
loyalty and willingness to perform tasks upon order, provided he did not allow
possessiveness and resulting jealousy to develop.�

Of the few witches and wizards he had allowed close who had professed to love
him, most � Bella a prime example among them � had had as little understanding
of the concept as he himself.�

Others.. notably Regulus Black and Severus in his youth, may have felt some
form of noble emotion for him.. but as he found
himself incapable of offering more than lust and a measure of benevolence, it
seemed that whatever adoration they might have had for him had soured over time.�
After Regulus� betrayal, he had ceased all intimacy with his
servants and taken only disposable toys to satisfy his lust.� �It had
seemed to solve the problem...and then the incident with the
prophesy had occurred.�
He supposed,
idly, that his decision likely precipitated, or at least encouraged, Severus�
later betrayal.� Even as a boy, the
potions master had always been susceptible to resentment and pettiness.

He had been young.. very
young, brilliant and damaged when Tom had seduced him.� At the time, he himself had been an
attractive wizard in his prime, a man of great power and darkness � already
infamous and feared within the wizarding world.�
His reputation alone would not have pulled the physically innocent yet
far from naive youth into his bed, but by that point, Tom had spent decades manipulating others.� A little attention..
flattery.. temptation.. a few intense glances and the boy had fallen very
quickly.�

He should perhaps not have allowed him to become used to his bedchambers. ��The little hellion had reacted poorly to
being so suddenly ignored and dismissed.

In trying to avoid creating another traitorous spurned lover, he had
inadvertently achieved exactly that end.
Of
course...it was hardly something worth regretting now.� Severus had become what he became because Tom
had determined that he wished to have him.. wished to own and further develop his prodigious talent.� He had created wonders over the decades; both
potions and spells.� Severus had restored
his body.. and tomorrow he
would give him not only magic.. but a new life.. a life in which he might soon rule the entire wizarding
world.�
No.. he could hardly regret taking
him, so long ago.
His train
of thought was derailed and set on fire by the soft voice of the boy lying on
the bed, who now had his eyes closed and looked relaxed.�� His tone of voice conveyed the impression of
�musing out loud� � however there was a faint twist to his lips that belied any
sense of idleness or unintentionality.
�I guess..when he was talking about love, I always thought Dumbledore
just meant the love of my mother defeated you..

But that wasn�t really love.. I mean..
if she�d just loved
me and stood there, then I�d have died.�
It was the sacrifice � and I don�t know if it wouldn�t have worked just
as well if she�d done it feeling nothing much for me but a sense of duty.�
Harry
almost certainly did not see Tom�s face darken sharply, or he would surely have
stopped.� Glowering, Tom considered
ordering the boy never to mention that
particular incident again, but it was too late - he was already going on; the
twist at the corners of his mouth becoming more pronounced.
�You know.. I always wondered � If sacrifice is such an old magic..and you�re supposed to be the best that Hogwarts has ever
seen - �how come you didn�t remember it that night?!�

It would have been easy enough to get around the protection. �I was a baby. �All you had to do was lock me in a box for a
month.� Or have one of your Death Eaters
kill me.. or imperius a muggle to do it..�� Any number of ways, really.�
Tom
blinked, his face becoming expressionless..

Long festering rage bubbled constantly beneath the surface on that particular point and the brat knew
it well.�

Was this a challenge?!�

Did Harry truly wish to experience his unvarnished ire in this particular room?!�

He felt a vicious need to hear him scream.�
It was more than a desire..� he needed to hurt the boy now, while he was
still Potter..� Fuck his own best interests!!!� He could
not allow this night to pass without spilling Harry�s blood.
Feeling
he was losing grip on himself, he turned away sharply, stalking to the shelf of
potions and bottles and looking through them for the particular bottle he would
require.

He would not have used this, had Harry not deliberately provoked him.� And if he wished to hurt him, he could not
afford not to use it.� Harry was currently physically stronger.� It was faintly possible that he might fight
back.
�Tom?� Harry
enquired in an innocent �i�d really like to know�
tone.�

It seemed that the boy truly was angling for punishment.� He had called him his Lord before.� Now we were back to �Tom.�
�I
had...other matters on my mind that night.� he answered absently, scanning the
bottles.� �Sixteen years as a wraith
proved a valuable object lesson, however.��
Ah.� There.� There it was.�
Very good, Severus. �Ever reliable.

He palmed the phial of modified triple g while ostensibly picking up a
sensitising lubricant, placed quite conveniently next to it.�

Modified triple g was Severus particular evolution of Gren
and Gables Geas � otherwise known as liquid imperius.� It had been one of his earliest modifications
made upon request.�

Tom had complained to him that the potion, while useful, affected the mind of
the subject much as the spell did � it provided a sense of general well being
and pleasant fluffiness.�

It was less than ideal.� What he wished
was simply obedience without intoxication or pleasure.� He wished the subject to fully experience
their own pain and horror while the events occurred rather than in retrospect
when the potion wore off.�

And Severus had delivered admirably.�
This potion had been invaluable over the years.
�Did you really learn though?!� Harry responded
snidely from the other side of the room.�
�How did you manage to miss Lucius
plotting to take over and kill you?!� Did
you have.. other matters on
your mind... for the months it probably took to plan?!�
Tom�s
hand clenched around the lubricant bottle as his eyes narrowed, falling heavily
on the bottle of nightmare potion.�
No.� He wanted the wretch to be
fully lucid.� He wanted Harry to think of
him and not Draco Malfoy.. or his dead parents.. or whoever else his subconscious might conjure to terrify
him.� �His gaze drifted to the flask of sulphuric
acid..

Later perhaps.�
Not
bothering to plaster on a smile that would only be perceived as false anyway,
he turned and strode back to the bed.��
The attractive twenty two year old opened his verdigris
eyes and looked up sleepily, with a faint smirk.

�You�re coming to bed after all then?!� I
thought we were done for the night..� You look a bit..miffed..
Tom.. What�s wrong?!�
The smile
that he offered the boy contained no trace of warmth and Harry�s own smug expression
faded slightly, taking on a hint of insecurity..�
�Understandably
so, I imagine� he told him.� �It was your intention with those rather
barbed comments, was it not?!�� On the
other hand..how could anyone remain irritated with
such a physically appealing specimen as yourself, Harry?! ��I should not have distracted you with idle
questions when you were earlier panting for me.�
I will not make the same mistake now.�
He
climbed onto the bed quickly, enjoying the other boy�s minor flinch.�� Smirking wider, he crawled closer and without
hesitation moved to kneel astride Harry�s upper thighs, still gripping the
lubricant bottle in his hand, the triple G behind it in his palm.

�We are no longer enemies, Harry � as you yourself told me, when you first
attempted to lure me into your bed.� After
tomorrow, you will be dependent upon me not only for your own survival, but for
the future well-being of the entire wizarding world.��

Punctuating the statement, he lowered himself, knees spreading, and leaned in
to steal a kiss from the now uncertain boy.�
Harry responded limply but his eyes remained wary.
�Oh calm yourself� he jeered at him with a soft chuckle.� �As you said.. you belong to me..
What is your body in comparison with what is at stake here.� And I have already offered you this evening
free of any of the possibilities ranged around the walls of this room..�
Harry
nodded slightly and hesitantly raised his hands to stroke Tom�s sides slowly;
his fingerpads ghosting over the ribs that were
slightly too prominent these days.�

Tom couldn�t quite prevent the delicious shiver that ran through him, his eyes
slipping closed for only a second, before fixing once again upon the pretty..foolish creature below him.
�I�m
sorry..� Harry mumbled abruptly.� �I don�t know what I was doing talking to you
that way.� He grimaced then and snorted in wry, conflicted anxiety.� �Well no.. I do
know.� I.. I.. guess yeah.. I was trying to provoke you... make you pissed
at me again.�

It�s..

it�s just... what you did in the hostel.. it was fucking hot.� You know?!

I�m ...not..as fragile as Severus seems to think I
am.� I like being treated ..a little roughly.� When you hit me and threw me up against the
wall and threatened to kill me after we arrived with the portkey.. God.. I could have dropped to my
knees and sucked you right there if that prick in the truck hadn�t been calling
the police.�

Tom.. �-or.. or.. �L-Lord Voldemort..if
you want! �It�s not just how gorgeous you are.� I.. kind of.. still fantasised
about you a bit.. even when you were all.. snakey and all.�
Tom
narrowed his eyes sceptically, wondering whether he was being played once
again.� Harry was blushing.. but the boy had blushed
before.� He would no longer put it past
him to have developed the ability to blush at will.

And really.. what did it
matter if the boy apologised.. or if he was intentionally provocative to get a rise
out of him.� He had succeeded.� Tom felt the strong desire to hurt him now.� If that was what he wanted, it did take a
certain enjoyment from the process, but he would certainly not forbear to touch
the boy in order to deny Harry what he apparently wanted.�
�Close
your eyes� he instructed Harry quietly.
The
slight bump of the boy�s adam�s
apple bobbed in his pale throat but his green eyes slid closed and remained
closed.
Tom laid
the lubricant to the side and thumbed open the triple g phial.�� He traced Harry�s bottom lip with two
fingers, tickling the sensitive skin as he brushed over it in slow repeated
movements.� He could see the speed of Harry�s
breathing increase slightly and then the pink lips parted an inch to allow his
velvety tongue to slip out and lick.� Tom
had only to part his fingers slightly and tilt the phial for a half
second.� The tiny splash of light blue
liquid that fell onto Harry�s tongue and trickled beneath his top lip was more
than sufficient to ensure fifteen to twenty hours of complete compliance.

Harry�s green eyes flew open the moment that the dribble landed and he looked
up in sudden horror.�
�What was
that?!� What did you just give me?!�
Tom
smiled cruelly.�

�Be silent and remain still� he instructed with quiet satisfaction.
The
shocked realisation in Harry�s eyes was immediately followed by a flash of fear
and then a slight hazing, which might have been lust.�

From the way the boy�s half inflated member promptly puffed up and bobbed, lust
was quite probable.� He sneered down at
him.
�Harry.. if it were not for the rather
unique circumstances in which we presently find ourselves, I would take great delight
in killing you now.�

You.. dare to deride my past actions!?� You think to provoke me into satisfying your masochistic tendencies, as if I
were a mere instrument for your pleasure?!�

Insolent little pissant!!� I have killed greater wizards than yourself for thinking
at me in a manner I found unsatisfactory.�

I was lenient with you in the hotel,
because I required you alive the following morning, and had it not been for the
muggle in the truck when we arrived in that street � I would have opened your throat as you stood and left you to bleed out in
the gutter!

You wish ..rough treatment.. as
you put it?!� �You desire discipline?� �Good.� You
shall receive it!� I intend to treat
you....roughly.� You may consider it as
an introduction to your life as my slave�
��
To his
utter annoyance, the saviour-cum-stripper looked positively eager once
again.� He was breathing hard and his
eyes were half lidded.� A pearly bead sat
poised on the tip of his cock.

Tom snarled in frustration, getting off him and leaving the bed.��
Twisted
little bastard, he growled in his mind.� �I
refuse to gratify him in this.�

He stalked away in the direction of the operating table, barely glancing at it.� Without magic it would be too great a risk to
undertake any more involved procedure upon the boy.�

His fist clenched as the thought reminded him once again, even through his
rage, exactly what was at stake should he go too far.�

Killing Harry was only one danger. �

A more pressing hazard was that he could change his mind...
He was
going to have to give the boy what he wanted.�
Fuck.
He had
threatened to give the boy more than he could handle.� If he truly carried out that threat to his
own satisfaction and actually traumatised the brat then he would lose..everything.�

Fuck fuck fuck.� It was not possible that he was actually going to have to cater to Harry Potter�s
fetishes, was it?!� HOW had he ended up
in this position?!�

The boy knew it too, he supposed.�

That made it all even worse.�

Why not carve his own testicles off right now and hand them to Potter on a
plate?!� Severus would no doubt provide
one at the merest word. �
He
gritted his teeth, refocusing back upon the wall that he had been staring at
for a few seconds.
At least
he did not have to hear the brat
now.��
He could..� he
could simply refuse him.. �

But why?!.. why bother
refusing him?!� It had been several years
since he had fucked a boy as attractive as Harry.. It
had been several years since he had fucked anyone really � in truth, he only ever fucked attractive creatures.� ��
Glaring,
he strode closer to the wall and removed a small selection of hollow silver urethra
sounding rods that seemed close to the length suitable for the boy�s
organ.� The anal plug he chose was one of
the larger exemplars displayed.�� He
ignored the dildos and turned back, moving to the silvery tray table and
examining the scalpels and instruments upon it.�
With a
dark glance at the pale panting boy on the bed, whose green eyes were still
trained up toward the ceiling, unable to follow him, but who could hear every
move he made, Tom selected a scalpel, a claw, several skewers, a coil of copper
wire, a pair of pliers and a handheld acetylene torch.�

He brought his choices back to the bed, dumping them at Harry�s side, with a
heavy clinking sound, before turning on the balls of his bare feet and heading
for the other wall.�
Here he
selected a black ball gag, a handful of toothed nipple clamps, a rattan cane, a
bottle of distilled water, a phial of muscle glow � a substance normally used
for soothing aching muscles through its peppery warming effect, a flask of
sulphuric acid and an eyedropper.�

He lingered over the small bottle of the euphoric drug he had once enjoyed
partaking in while taking apart a victim, but decided against it and returned
to the bed with his new haul of apparatus.�
�You may
move your eyes� he informed Harry.�

Dark green eyes flicked immediately in his direction.� Harry looked both frightened and excited.� His abdomen now bore a tiny puddle of
dribbled precum.
�Your
limbs will remain limp while I reposition you.��

The instruction was only cursory.� Tom
was already pulling all of the pillows from the bed, tossing them to the floor.� He then leaned across the bed and gripped the
paralysed boy�s arm, tugging him brusquely until he lay vertically in the
centre of the bed rather than diagonally across it.� Harry�s legs were pulled wide and his arms
bent and placed so that his hands were slightly higher than his head.�
With one
arm wrapped around himself, the elbow of the other
stemmed upon it and his finger brushing his lips, Tom considered the appealing
picture made by the vulnerable youth as he smirked down at him.
Harry�s
hip was touching the metal implements lying in a rough pile next to him and his
eyes strained down in that direction, obviously trying and failing to see what
the cold objects were.�
�Open
your mouth Harry..�
The
obedient response occurred immediately, without the intervention of the boy�s decisionmaking apparatus.�
Harry looked at him with wide, mildly nervous eyes.�

Tom held up the ball gag and it seemed that the anxiety calmed into
relief.� �oh is
that all?!� Harry�s eyes seemed to say.��

Tom raised his own eyebrows.� �You wish.. something more?!�

He smirked and turned away, going and retrieving from
the wall one of the more intimidating of the oral restraints present, dismantling
it and bringing it back for the boy to view more closely.�
The part
that he held up for Harry was a heavy leather bridle like device.� The gag component of it seemed to be a large
indented O ring.�

Harry looked, once again, underwhelmed.�

Smiling faintly, Tom ignored his response this time and walked around the bed,
sitting down on the far side so that he could muzzle the boy.� His hip brushed against the warm skin of Harry�s
upper chest.
He fitted
the restraint with a practiced ease, twisting it into place in the boy�s mouth,
where it caught his teeth and prevented his jaw from relaxing from its maximal
extension.�

Harry blinked and then blinked again in shock, his eyes darting to Tom in
discomfort.� The gaping O revealed the
inside of his mouth and throat where his tongue lay limp.
�Comfortable?�
Tom enquired, smirking.� �You may use
your mouth and throat in whatever way you require and may nod or shake your
head.
Harry
emitted a drooly aooo sound
and then shook his head quickly.
�Good.� That is rather the point.�� Tom�s smile widened slightly.� �There are other advantages also, of course.��
He got up
from his seated position and climbed to his feet on the bed, walking over it to
stand on the mattress above Harry�s head, looking down at him.�

With reawakening arousal, he stroked his cock perfunctorily, taking in the avid
attention from below, and then dropped carefully to his knees over Harry�s head
and quickly plunged himself into the ring holding his mouth open, sinking low
until his balls lay upon the boy�s nose.�
He felt the panicked choking reaction fluttering around the head of his
cock deliciously and enjoyed the smothered yell of the semi paralysed boy.�

Pulling back out and resting back on his knees, he allowed Harry to gasp and
regain his breath.� His tongue flopped
obscenely in the gaping cavern of his mouth and his green eyes were watery as
they looked up at Tom in discomfort.
�Severus
has provided us with a pleasing array of lust potions.� I am tempted to have your throat again before
we begin..�
To his
astonishment, Harry nodded emphatically and then made suggestive flicking
motions with his tongue.� Tom snorted,
mildly amused and moved forward onto his hands and knees over the boy again,
reaching for his cock with one hand and guiding it into Harry�s gullet.�

This time he did not immediately drop down in order to choke him.� This time he dipped in deepening increments,
allowing the boy to tongue him and prepare himself.� Harry did not choke, and the sensation of
fucking the hot slippery hole had Tom breathing hard almost immediately.�� The breaths from Harry�s nose tickled the
base of his cock.
Seeing
the boy�s drooling member right in front of his face, Tom licked his lips,�� It was hardly punishment if he sucked the
boy off.. but he was quite
tempted to do so right now anyway.�

It was a very pretty organ, although he supposed that there was no part of Harry
that was not attractive.

He could perhaps allow himself a very small taste.� Purely to emphasise how different things
might have been had Harry not decided to mouth off to him.�
The slow
trail of his tongue over Harry�s weeping slit drew a
inarticulate yowl of surprise from the boy, which vibrated around Tom�s cock,
causing him to still, his own head dropping in a growl of pleasure.�

Harry started to make little ooo ooo
ooo sounds around the cock
in his mouth.� Tom interpreted these as probably
�please please please�.�

His limbs felt jittery as he dropped still lower to fuck the boy�s throat as
deeply as he could.�� The pathetic whine
that followed made him smile.��
Harry had
tasted good.. Salty bitter, clean
and pure.� A very brief suckle
would not be amiss.� But he would not allow
the boy to come of course.
Leaning
closer again he traced his tongue in a circle around the darkening mushroom
head.� Harry immediately started to
groan, the vibration making Tom�s thighs tremble in delight.�

He virtually pounced upon the cock in
front of him, sucking upon the head contentedly while his mind unwound in
sensation.�

Harry�s groans were louder, lower, driving him to distraction.� He found himself sucking more and more of the
boy�s cock, persuading himself that he would stop in just a moment.�

It was..� It was
satisfying..
to taste and feel even as his own body rang and sung
with pleasure.� It increased his
enjoyment. �He could feel his climax fast
approaching and hastened toward it.
He became
aware with the frantic wrenching from side to side of the ring into which he
was fucking, that the sounds Harry was making had changed.� He was no longer groaning.� Now he was yelling frantically in panic and
trying to turn his head to escape.�
With the
utmost reluctance, Tom withdrew from the hot wet hole he had been greatly
enjoying and listened to the heching panting and
whimpering of the youth as he recovered from his near suffocation.��
He took
the opportunity, now that he was definitely in a less generous and affectionate
mood, to pick up the handful of urethra sounding tubes and compare them against
Harry�s cock, selecting the best length of the selection.�� Reaching back behind himself he retrieved
the sensitising lubricant from the bed below Harry�s left elbow.� It took a matter of seconds to prepare the
device.�
Harry had
stopped panting so urgently now.� When
Tom made no move to resume his previous rutting, the boy made a questioning
sound.�

Tom answered it by gripping the cock before him and applying a long slow lick
up its slit.� Harry�s unmuffled
gasp and excited moan puffed hot air against Tom�s balls, presently hanging
over the boy�s face.�
When he
placed the tapered tip of the tube to the small hole, the gasp that resulted
was very different however.�

Harry yowled inarticulate pleading that might have been no� no.. or ow� ow.�

Either way, the sound became pained yells when Tom slowly and smoothly inserted
the tube into the boy�s urethra, sinking it deep until the tiny funnel on the
top prevented any further movement and spread Harry�s slit wide.�
The boy
was still carrying on, trying to plead, when Tom got up with care and climbed
off the bed again, stepping back to admire Harry�s distended lips and pained,
tearful gaze.�
�Don�t
tell me that young Malfoy never introduced you to this..�
Tom chuckled nastily.� The frantic shake
flung Harry�s hair from side to side.��
Wonderful! �The boy had no idea
what to think then.

�I am so glad.. two new
experiences for you tonight already, Harry.�
Do you like it?�

Again the urgent shake.� Tom smirked.

�No?� I suppose it requires some..adaptation.. to get used to.� It is not intended
to be pleasant.�� He leaned over Harry
and pumped the boy�s cock gently, enjoying the pained cry that resulted.

�This particular instrument does not extend into your bladder � although there
are others on the wall that would, should I wish to prevent you from gaining an
erection.� This device will merely prevent you from ejaculating.� They are called �sounds� incidentally. �This is a very particular kind. �You cannot see it well from your current
position, Harry, however it is a tube.�
He
allowed the ramifications of this information to settle in.� Bright, sharp fear joined the pain in the
green eyes watching him.�� He smiled and
decided to twist the thumbscrews.�
�I wonder,
Harry, if you have noticed the extremely strong acid that I earlier
retrieved.� Here..
allow me to assist you to see it��

Reaching across the splayed legs of the helpless boy, he retrieved the tightly
screwed flask of sulphuric acid and brought it into view.��

Harry started to scream in terror and shake his head, his eyes overflowing with
tears.�
It was
wonderful... a balm.� Tom closed his eyes
and revelled in it.�� Sighing happily
after a minute, he smiled wider and shook his head slightly.

�I am not going to tip acid down your penis, Harry.� I merely wondered whether you had noticed the
flask.� I thought you might be wondering.�
He
allowed the boy to subside into messy, drooling, relieved sobbing before he continued ��No.. I intend to pour diluted muscle glow into
the tube.� Although... from your
perspective.. the sensation
may be quite similar to high strength acid.�
There was
a sudden stunned silence in the sobs as Harry looked up at him with wide
horrified eyes, unsure if he was again simply trying to frighten him.� �

Tom obliged him by reaching over his body and picking out the phial of muscle
glow, bringing it into the boy�s range of sight.�
Harry
started crying again.� His tongue flopped
about in his open mouth as he tried desperately to beg.

�leeeee ohhh.� LEEEEE!!!!� Oh!� Oh oo ih!�
Tom
cupped his hand to his ear and leaned in slightly.� �Pardon?!� I really can�t understand what you want.� Do you want me to stop talking and get on
with it?!� Are you impatient to begin?!�
Harry shook
his head, crying and repeating leeee over and over
again.�
�Then you
wish me to wait..�
to hold off on ...soothing your muscles...
until we have explored some of the other toys here?�
A pitiful snivel and then a nod.�
Not sure
why he was doing it, Tom leaned over Harry and stroked his hair out of his
eyes, petting him gently for a while.

�This was what you wanted, Harry.� Have
you forgotten?� It was insufficient for
me to simply fuck you.� You allowed your
mouth to get you into trouble once again.
Harry
nodded and tried to rub his face against Tom�s hand.

�ohhee!!� Ohheee oh ay?� Leeeee!�
With a
soft inhalation, Tom pulled his hand back.�
He had the strangest temptation to release the boy, sweep the rest of
the tools and instruments of pain off the bed and lie with him.

�He as much as called me an incompetent fool� his memory reminded him.�

No.� No.. they weren�t anywhere near finished.� Harry�s cheek had been far more serious than
costing him a sum of money and contradicting him in public.

...He hesitated on that count, deliberating.�

No.� it was
worse.�
Walking around
the bed to the little pile of objects, he retrieved the remaining �sounds� that
he would not be using and cast them with a clatter to the floor.� Harry�s face flinched.� The rest of him remained still and
prone.� �It was not entirely satisfying.
�you may not move your hands from where they lie.� The rest of your body you may control once
again.� Do not resist me.�
Harry
shifted his pelvis slightly and then seemed to try to buck the �sound� out of
his cock.� He yelped when this only
increased the pain and his feet scraped against the bed, his toes
clenching.�

It was enjoyable to watch his more animated discomfort.�� Looking down at his cache of tools Tom ran
his fingers over the other component to the gag that Harry so disliked
wearing.� �If he wished to apply the nasty little toothed
clamps then it would probably be advisable to muzzle Harry or he would scream
the house down.�
It was
astounding how ill prepared the boy seemed to be for punishments that were
fairly tame by Tom�s standards.
His hand
closed around the large black phallus.�
It was five inches long, two inches thick and its head was studded in
pointed little spikes.� A narrow curved �tongue�
like piece of rubber extended from the end of the head.� It would hang down into the throat
uncomfortably. �
Tom
hefted the dildo like object purposefully and half climbed onto the bed,
leaning across and raising it to the gaping hole in the boy�s face.� The phallus widened at its base to slot
neatly into the O ring, and it had two short leather strap attachments at the
end that fitted to studs on the side of the leather harness around Harry�s
face.�

Harry remained still and wide eyed as the cruel object was inserted
carefully.�� He choked, gagging several
times before Tom had fitted it suitably into its intended position.� After it was affixed, Harry�s breathing
through his nose was somewhat laboured.��
His eyes beseeched Tom to stop now.
No.. Not quite yet, Tom decided, his fingers drifting to the
nipple clamps.�

Harry�s small nipples were already pebbled , thus
there was no need to suck them.� He did
it anyway, guiltily, telling himself that the saliva would render them more
sensitive, and lingering far too long, nibbling and nipping, his hand stroking
over the twitchy muscles of Harry�s abdomen and then scratching lightly down
the indignant purpling cock.�

Harry�s moans, though muffled, were still clearly audible. The boy had his eyes
closed and his head turned and thrown back in pleasure.�� He made a soft disappointed sound when Tom
finally pulled away again.�
The muffled
scream was unearthly when Tom released the clamp over the tiny bud of Harry�s
left nipple.� It vibrated through the boy�s
entire chest.�� He writhed, twisting his
body as if he wanted to scrape the clamp off somehow.�� Tom wasted little time in applying the
other.� The screams intensified and he
could see Harry tugging at his shoulders, trying to force his hands to
obey.�
�Shhhh... shhhhh.... calm, Harry.. Lie back and relax.��

He knew the words would be interpreted by the boy�s potion controlled body as a
command.� Harry fell back limply and
cried.
�you are doing well... I am pleased� he told him in a low soothing
voice.�� It was a lie.� The boy was far more innocent than he had anticipated
after the memories he had seen of Draco�s abuse.��

He was beginning to wonder whether some of the memories had been fabricated

If Harry was this vulnerable, he would be eaten alive as a halfblood
slave in the world he planned to infiltrate.

Tom suppressed his frown, his mind turning the puzzle around and around.� Why would Harry have tried to persuade him that he was familiar with
some of the more elaborate forms of sexual torture?�

If Draco had not been abusing Harry.. what had he been
doing?!� He had seemed quite threatening
as he moved through Harry�s apartment stealthily with drawn wand.�
Harry was
puffing hard through his nose, eyes clenched shut and brow furrowed in
concentration. �Tom watched as beads of
perspiration fattened on the boy�s forehead.�

Glancing back down at the implements beside him he determined that most of them
would probably be too excessive for the boy to handle..
The skewers.. well... it
would probably depend.� Certainly not in
the manner he had intended originally to use them.�

With.. care.. he might possibly employ hot wire.. and
possibly the scalpel.�� But he would need
to wait until Harry had adjusted to the pain he was already labouring under.
Feeling
mildly discontented, Tom tossed the claw and pliers from the bed and arranged
the skewers, scalpel, wire and handheld blowtorch more neatly, further up the
bed beneath Harry�s arm.�

The boy in question, feeling his movement, opened his eyes and strained to see
what had been put near him.� His eyes
only managed to catch the blowtorch and he started to panic, eyes rolling in
terror, tugging at his limp immoveable hands again� and trying to roll out of the
bed.�
�Stop
that.� Tom commanded with a mild frown. The pale and pasty face that turned to
him in desperation was very different to the graceful controlled animal that
had danced for him only hours before.� Harry
made little screaming sounds around the fat dildo and couldn�t catch his
breath.
Seeing
that Harry was on the edge of possible trauma already, Tom� rose up onto
his knees and climbed over the boy, pressing his body against him lightly.� Harry continued to squeak and plead.�

Reluctantly, Tom wrapped his arms around him and nudged Harry�s head to the
side gently, dropping his face to the boy�s pale neck.

He was careful not to place too much weight against his chest or groin and
simply applied himself to kissing, licking, nibbling and sucking.� One hand stroked Harry�s nape as it cupped
him, while the other slowly trailed up and down his side, wandering now and
then over Harry�s hip.
The boy
calmed slowly.�

Confident that he could stop his attentions now, Tom cursed
himself as a weak sexually-deprived sot, because he did not stop.� He moved
lower against Harry, kissing and nibbling down his strong chest and tonguing
all around the tight pinch of the clamps.�

It was encouraging to hear the low groan of pleasure when he sucked nipple and
clamp into his mouth, flickering his tongue over the angry purple tip of the
bud.
�better?� he asked in a husky purr, lifting his head to see
the boy�s face.
Harry
nodded slowly, big eyed and uncertain.�
Tom returned to trailing his tongue down the firm abdomen, nipping Harry
now and then and receiving a low whimper groan each time.�

His hand reached surreptitiously for the coil of copper wire...
He had to
order Harry back to complete paralysis before he was able to wind the wire effectively around the boy�s cock, leaving
loops extending from the sides at intervals.��

The finished product was rather aesthetically pleasing, if he did say so
himself.� He�d even constructed a cage of
sorts for the boy�s balls.�
Harry was
crying again.
Growing
tired of it, he ordered him to stop.� The
hateful glare that replaced the tears was no better, however and he rolled his
eyes, crawling up Harry�s body and hanging over him with a stern look.
�You are
aware that I am a Slytherin, Harry?� he asked obliquely.� The boy seemed confused and thrown off guard
by the question and nodded with a look that seemed to say �well duh�.
�And you
are aware that Slytherin�s tend first and foremost to look after their own interests?�
Another �duh�
look.
�Is it
then in my interests to injure you?� It
is to my advantage to harm you to a greater degree than I know you can
endure?� I am certain you are capable of
reason.. but are you capable
of trust?� I thought it to be a Gryffindor quality...�
The green
eyes widened in surprise and then the boy seemed to remember his present
position.� His face twisted again into a
pleading expression and he whined pitifully.
�Are you
experiencing more pain than you can handle, Harry or are you merely afraid?!
This gave
the boy pause again.� He seemed to
consider for a moment before turning his eyes in the direction of the blowtorch
he had seen and then looking back up to tom and shaking his head
emphatically.�
�You have
not experienced what I intend to do with that.�
You are reacting to fear, rather than pain.� Give me your left hand.�
Harry
fought not to do so, and did so all the same.�
Tom
caught the warm shaking appendage and ordered Harry not to move it from where
it hung.� It took a further five minutes
before Harry�s forearm was trussed in a manner similar to his cock, little
loops of copper wire protruding either side at intervals.�

He reached for the blowtorch.� Harry
looked like he might have a heart attack at any moment.� He shook his head urgently and tugged at his
shoulder, unable to retract his arm from where it hung, vulnerable and wrapped
in very conductive and, incidentally, visually appealing, wire.
The hiss
and foomp of the torch igniting had Harry�s entire
body shaking in terror.� The little whines
he was making grew louder and he was breathing through his nose like a bellows.
Tom
tilted his head and admired the view
�Harry.. don�t you trust me?� he asked
with a tiny smile, lowering the torch to a small purple flame.�

The �no� was emphatic.� The boy looked
over toward the door as if wanting to call for help.� It was a good thing he had thought to gag
him.
Tom
raised an eyebrow.� �Your life.. have you forgotten?� The fate of the wizarding world..� You thought me
trustworthy earlier.� What has changed
since then?!� Do not forget - you asked for this...� and although I doubt you have the frame of
reference to realise it � I am being extraordinarily gentle with you.� Your present discomfort is very nearly affectionate
pampering in comparison with what you would have suffered had you fallen into
my hands six years ago.
Harry
simply stared up at him pleadingly.�

It was less enjoyable than it should have been.�
He narrowed his eyes and swept the purple flame of the blowtorch slowly
down the line of loops protruding from the side of the wiry gauntlet on the boy�s
arm.
Harry
jerked after a second when the heat was conducted down the wires to his
skin.� It had not been particularly
painful, Tom was certain.� He had not
left the flame upon the copper long enough to heat it significantly.

He watched the boy process his thoughts, the pasty brow furrowed.� Harry�s jagged little scar seemed to stand
out more sharply than it had earlier.�
Tom wondered whether he had been covering it with some powder or
substance that was melting under the force of his perspiration.�
�Is it
unendurable?� he enquired lightly, one eyebrow raised.�
With the
utmost reluctance, the boy shook his head.
Tom ran
the flame more slowly up the protruding loops on the inside blade of his
forearm.� The flinch was sharper and Harry
tensed his muscles, clenching his eyes for a while.� When he opened them again and his green eyes
gazed up with less fear and uncertainty than had been resident there before,
Tom told him that he could put his arm back down where it had been before.
Harry
started to puff again in fear when Tom turned his attention to his groin once
more, trailing a finger down the row of loops extending from the side of his
hard shaft.�
�Good
boy... � Tom murmured.�
�If you move, I may unintentionally burn you.� I advise
you to remain quite still..�
His toy
whined high in the back of his throat and his entire body trembled in
fright.� Tom reached and gripped the
silver funnel at the tip of his cock gently, holding the organ still.� The purple flame hissed slowly down the
orange twists of wire, a bare inch from the boy�s flesh.�
A second
later, Harry yowled and his whole
body tensed, toes curling, knees locking.�
He tossed his head from side to side.�
It was..dazzling to watch..� Tom repeated the process on the other side
and slid the flame nozzle quickly over the pieces connected to the cage around Harry�s
balls, before the first bite had hit the boy.

The scream.. The way that Harry arched his back..struggling for breath... Tom wanted him now..� Panting, his own cock throbbed with the
desire to fuck the boy ragged.� He hadn�t
been so turned on by so little since his final years as a Hogwarts
student.� Something about..this boy affected him much more than any
other physically attractive toy.
He held
the flame on the loops longer, intentionally searing the boy with the heated
wires.�� Harry shrieked and� struggled as the
wire branded thin braided lines down the length of his cock.
Tom
watched him with lust fogged eyes.��
Impatient, he snatched up the distilled water, pouring it down Harry�s
cock to cool the wires and then tearing them off the boy impatiently and
stroking him, running his thumb over the hot pink pattern embossed into his
skin.
�You
are...beautiful...� he whispered before he could stop himself.� �So.. lovely.. in
your pain.�
Harry looked
at him with surprise through his exhaustion.�
He was still having trouble breathing and his face had flushed red with
strain.
�You will
not attempt to summon Severus in any way� Tom instructed breathily.� Harry shook his head slightly, green eyes
cloudy with the burning, aching, throbbing discomfort he was in.�
Tentatively
Tom crawled up his body again and reached for the fastenings on the dildo
stuffing the boy�s mouth.� It took a
little twisting and maneuvering to remove it in light
of the rubber tongue in his throat.� Harry
only gagged once and took in a huge gasp of air when the object was finally
withdrawn.� He curled his tongue which
had been compressed flat under the gag.�

For a moment almost changing his mind at the attractive sight, Tom nevertheless
unfastened the O harness, carefully twitching and easing it free of Harry�s
teeth.�

Harry made a surprised noise of pain when he went to close his jaw.� He moved it slowly and gingerly,
whimpering.�
�thank you..� he croaked when he was able.� It sounded a little unclear, as if he had
been punched in the mouth. �
�Thank
you what?� Tom prompted with half lidded eyed.
�Thhank you my Lord� Harry corrected, swallowing
thickly.�
Tom
smiled and leaned low, licking over Harry�s swollen lips and then kissing him,
plundering his aching mouth mercilessly.

His new slave responded as well as he could, although his tongue was clumsy and
weak.�

He tasted salty.. likely from
all of his snivelling before he had been instructed not to cry, Tom
surmised.�
Retreating
back from the boy, Harry raised his head and tried to follow, most likely
merely desperate to keep him busy doing something that did not cause any pain.

Tom ignored his overture and moved back to kneel between Harry�s parted
legs.� The pink crisscrosses
on the boy�s hard cock caught his eye again and on a whim, he dropped low and
bathed the organ with his tongue.�

Harry gasped and then moaned.� When Tom
glanced up at him, it seemed the boy was startled by his own reaction.� At a prompted eyebrow, Harry slurred �Please....
please.. do that again..
Feels..�
His
explanation for how it felt devolved into groans as Tom reapplied himself to
licking and sucking up the sides of the mistreated member.�� He moaned loudly when Tom traced his teeth
lightly over the skin and resumed pleading for more the moment Tom�s lips had
left him.�

It was enough however.� He would not wait
any longer.� His own cock was aching now.� He sat back on his knees, stroking himself placatingly and looking down at the boy he would own after tomorrow.
�Spread
your legs wider for me.� he demanded greedily, his voice husky� �Lift them.� Offer yourself.�
Harry
obeyed automatically, though his grimace and soft whimper conveyed that the
position was uncomfortable with his burns and the metal impaling his cock.�
The view
was nevertheless stunning.. The taut little arse
parted and exposed, a small pink star of wrinkles winked up at Tom. ��He reached for the sensitising lubricant in a
fit of generosity.
His toy
remained fairly still and patient while the thick slippery oil was drizzled
over him and rubbed into his flesh by eager fingers.� Tom circled his arse slowly and soporifically
with the pad of his thumb for over a minute before pressing in and beginning
the process of stretching the boy.�
Harry
started to respond mildly at the first thrusts of his thumb, his breath
speeding up and his arse puckering and loosening around the digit.� By the time he had gotten to two thrusting
fingers, Harry was licking his lips and trying to rock against the fingers,
making little grunts and gasps every so often.�
He cried out when his prostate was stroked and fell to low moans and murmured
pleas.� Tom distinguished the words �god.. please.. please..
fuck.. want you..� within the
breathy mumbling.
Obliging
the needy little whelp he stroked an oily palm over his own flesh and placed himself
at the hot slick hole, pressing in slow and easy.
�Yes!!� Harry
keened and bit his lip, his brow furrowed again in concentration.�

Tom ignored it, pressing down on the muscled thighs and squeezing his entire
length into the velvety channel.� He was
too preoccupied with the sensations that he should
not have gone without for five whole years.�
It felt good... so good!!� Harry was not as tight as the untouched
disposable boys that Tom had enjoyed in the weeks before the coup but there was.. strangely.. something
to be said for a partner who was willing and loved every moment of the act from the first.� Virgins tended to cry and scream and bleed.. which was enticing in its own way,
obviously.� Harry, in contrast, was
panting and begging for more, and it was...enjoyable. It had been so many
decades since he had last had an infatuated partner..� He had quite forgotten what it felt like to
be welcomed into another�s body.�
He pulled
back slowly, growling low in delight as the boy clenched around him as if trying to hold him inside.� When he slammed back in hard, Harry gasped
and swore, tugging at his shoulders again and tossing his head to the
side.�

Tom repeated the motion harder, wringing a cry of pleasure from his pet, and
then began a slow rhythm of slam and withdraw, the sound of their flesh slapping
together delicious.
Soon
enough, Harry�s grunts and groans shifted and took on a frustrated note.� The boy had just realised what it meant to be
unable to come, apparently.�

Salting the wound, Tom reached for the unwaveringly erect cock before him and
stroked it firmly, drawing a slight yelp from the boy below.
�It.. hurts..� Please.. Please T..My lord!!� Take it out.. please..�
Tom
snarled mildly at the near mistake with his name and removed his hand from Harry�s
shaft, sinking himself into the boy to his balls and then leaning down over him
with a malicious smile.
�It is.. supposed to hurt, Harry..� he
informed him breathily.� �You will not
come before I allow it.� And.. you will take care.. in how you address me.�

Thus warned, he reached for the clamp on the boy�s left nipple and removed it
abruptly.� There was a half second of
surprise and then Harry screamed,
struggling, his arse clamping down hard around Tom�s length as his whole body
tensed.��
Smiling,
Tom lowered his mouth to the other boy�s chest and licked over the angry purple
bud that was responsible for so much pain.�
Harry wailed and tried to move away.�

He ignored it and parted his lips, sucking at the little nub of flesh gently as
he began to move again within the other boy�s body, circling his hips and
revelling in the delicious hot sucking around him.��

Surprisingly, Harry�s pained yowling shifted almost at once into low groans the
moment he resumed fucking him. ��He
nipped the bruised flesh experimentally and Harry bucked against him, gasping.
�fuck.. Tom.. it..
it feels so good.. when you..
when you..� oh..god.. harder..��
Harry
sounded almost drunk.� The mindless
euphoric purr went straight to Tom�s balls.�
Without thinking and entirely uncaring how Harry might have addressed him,
he found himself rising up to fuck him harder.. faster.. biting down hard on the
muscle around the boy�s nipple.�� Harry
squealed and shuddered.
�Let me
hold you.. need to hold
you.� Please.. Tom.. need..� please!!
�Yes..� he growled back from somewhere in a universe of hot driving
need, lost in his own miasma of wet shivery delight.� �You can.. your arms.. yes.. Move!�
His eyes
were closed as he licked Harry�s chest, the restless punching friction of his
cock steering his mind.� He hadn�t the
slightest chance as a hand was clamped over his mouth while another arm wrapped
around his shoulders and then the whole world shifted.�

The first thought to flash through his mazed mind was
alarm and expectation of immediate attack.�
His eyes flew open focussing with difficulty upon the dazzling boy
curled over him, still holding his mouth shut with one hand.�

The other now held the scalpel, which he had earlier been complacent enough to
leave on the bed beside him.� It was
pressed to his throat before he could even twitch.�
�shhhh.. shhhh.. calm� Harry murmured
down at him with lust blurred satisfaction on his face.� �Don�t you trust me?!��

Tom winced as an icy little twinge of pain informed him that the boy had
actually cut him a little.� He narrowed his eyes, remaining still for the
moment.� Harry could open his throat
before he could tear the hand over his mouth away and command him to stop.. and Severus was not exactly
sympathetic to him right now � he may not heal him.�
Then Harry
started to move slowly, rising and falling with a low groan.� �Fuck... it feels so..much
better..with you.. than I
ever thought..it would..� he murmured distractedly,
picking up the pace and impaling himself harder upon the cock in his arse.��

Tom closed his eyes to hide the way they were almost rolling back in his head
in pleasure.� His hands moved quite
without his permission to the other boy�s hips.�
He didn�t so much as notice the scalpel nip him
again as he pulled Harry up and down, fucking up into him.
When the
mouth pressed itself to his own, he clutched at the youth, dragging him even
nearer and kissing him ravenously.�

Harry must have discarded the scalpel because his arms went around Tom�s neck
and soon after there were hands delving in his hair.�

He never stopped the restless bucking and grinding of his hips up into the
other boy.��

They rolled after a while, still locked at the mouth, neither caring about
gaining control in the midst of their writhing undulations. The leverage was
better when Tom was above Harry.� He
could drive into him harder. �He applied
himself to that task automatically.�� At some
point his hand was tugged at the wrist by the other boy and dragged to the warm
metallic protrusion upon Harry�s right nipple.�

Vaguely he remembered the clamp again and detached it from its biting hold,
tossing it away in the direction of the wall.�
Harry wailed into his mouth a moment later and Tom dimly registered
fingernails scratching down his back.� He
arched away from the other boy, gasping.�
Seeing
the other boy again he felt something akin to a kick in the stomach.� Harry was absolutely ravishing... more animal
than wizard, his startling green eyes hooded in lust and dark like the deep
forest. He was panting and bucking, damp with sweat and lips bruised red as
rubies.
�SSSuck.. it...�
the little heathen managed, licking his lips.�
Tom had no idea what he was talking about for a moment.� Harry reached for him, stroking his face and
gently guiding him down to his chest.�

His nipple was blue and bruised.�

Making the connection, Tom fell upon it, tearing at it with his teeth and
sucking as if he wished to uproot the little bead of flesh.� Harry yelled and clamped onto him like a
limpet with arms and legs.

Tom fucked him harder, trying desperately to hold on..
He was so near to coming and he didn�t want to.. he wanted this to go on until they both collapsed.� Felt.. so good.. Harry was ..perfect..
Better than.. than..
::Yours!!:: the
boy beneath him hissed ecstatically. ::Tom!!� Yours...
always..� My
Lord!!::
Losing it
suddenly at the words that no other could understand, he felt himself sliding
over the edge, unable to hold himself back any
longer.� It was all he could do to
slither a hand between their slick bodies, grasp the metallic cup at the end of
the boy�s cock and draw the tube out smoothly, flinging it away and plunging
his hand back into the steamy midst to grip Harry and pump him.�

Harry screeched in sudden overwhelming orgasm and Tom joined him, falling apart
at the first flutters of the wet velvet into which he was stabbing.

They ground and rubbed and bucked together like a clockwork toy slowly winding
down, subsiding into wet panting and exhausted weak kisses.� �
After a
moment, Tom rolled off the other boy and tossed himself down on to his back on
the bed beside him.�
Fuck..�� sweet fucking.. Salazar.. that had been.. quite a bit better
than he had remembered of his last sexual exploits.� Was it simply the years of restraint that
made it so?!��

If he had thought it would be like that
he would have sought a lover now and then over the time.
�I haven�t
ever come that hard before...�
Tom
turned his face wearily toward the soft breathless voice.� Harry sounded awestruck.�
�I�ll..� I�ll trust you.. from now on.� Ok?�

Dilated green eyes met his own and flickered for a moment.� Tom furrowed his brow as Harry rolled onto
his side with altogether too much energy and leaned down over him.�

He felt a hot wet tongue graze over his throat lightly.� It stung.�

He had entirely forgotten about that.�
The little bastard had cut him.� He struggled and, to add insult to injury,
found himself effortlessly restrained by the stronger boy.�
�I�m
sorry..� Harry breathed against his ear.� �I only meant to scratch you.. those things are bloody sharp!�
he dropped his head again and resumed gently licking at the two cuts.
�Get off!�
The
licking didn�t halt for a moment. �Tom
felt a shivery panic edge up his spine.� The
amount of triple g he�d given the boy, Harry should have been following orders
tomorrow at breakfast.� Had he somehow simulated?!� Had there been nothing but coloured water in
the phial?!� What would he do now?!�
He had branded the boy.. terrified
him.. What would Harry do to take retribution?!!

The pretty black haired youth raised his head then and looked down with a faint
smile.�
�It wore
off.� Severus spent months giving me
small doses of the stuff to develop a resistance.� He did it with quite a few potions.�� Tom.. you don�t need to worry.�
I�m not going to hurt you.�
�You
couldn�t if you tried� Tom heard his own mouth snapping in an acid tone.� �Now get off me.�
Harry�s
face fell slightly in hurt surprise but he complied, moving back on the bed and
lying on his side, looking at Tom with an unreadable expression.

�Sorry..�
�Save it.�
Tom snapped back defensively.� �I have
had enough mauling for the night.� I wish
to sleep now.� Kindly push off and bother
Severus for the rest of the evening.�
He turned
away from the shocked dismay on the other boy�s face and reached for a pillow
from the floor, dragging it up and slipping one arm beneath it.�

after a few moments a warm hand touched his shoulder
tentatively.� He shrugged it off and
closed his eyes.�
�I..� the
boy started, obviously upset and wanting to argue, before sighing and murmuring
a sad �okay..�
The sound
of Harry padding to his jeans and slipping them on was loud in the silence. �There was nothing for a while and Tom imagined
that the boy was standing looking at him, hoping that he might change his
mind.� When he continued to ignore him,
the soft pats of his feet on the black rubber floor moved off toward the door
and he let himself out quietly.
Tom
rolled only his back, glaring at the ceiling in angry frustration.�

He was gone then.�

The last night he might have with Harry before they would both be trapped in
other wizard�s skin and he had to send him away.

Well.. what else could he do?!
� the brat was too strong.. too unpredictable.. he had lied.. he had held a knife
to Tom�s throat.. he couldn�t be trusted!�

Sleep while Harry lay unrestrained beside him? �Impossible!
In the
room in the backpackers in Wellington, he had thought the boy broken and
desperate � clinging.. needing
him.� Harry had been so submissive and
careful.�

Now though..�
Now he knew it had all been an act that night.� Harry had been dangerous from the first moment
he�d met him.�� How could he get a wink
of rest worrying that revenge might fall upon him at any moment.�

He very nearly wanted to go and stem something in front of the door.
Too many
times in the last years he had been hurt by those stronger than him.� Beaten.. kicked.. robbed..� Once he had almost been raped � but he tried
not to think about that these days.� It
had been two years ago.� Winter.� Once again it
was nothing but dumb luck that had saved him.�
Headlights flaring over them both as the meaty muggle fumbled at his
pants.� Tom�s own were already around his
knees as he was held hard against the wall, arms twisted up behind his back,
his face turned against the cold grey concrete of the blocks.�

The man had leapt away from him and taken off running.� Tom had crumpled to the ground but, upon
realising that the headlights belonged to a police car, had found new adrenalin
to pull up his clothes and leg it in the opposite direction before he was
pulled in for questioning.
Harry had
held him down so easily...
No.� No it was better to send him away.� With luck he would not return.
Pushing
himself up to sit on the bed, Tom glanced behind at the implements still
scattered over the other side of the bed.�

With a scowl he grabbed the objects in handfuls, flinging them off the bed in
the direction of the other wall.�

He barely pulled back on his arm in time before tossing the acid.� Thinking better of that, he got up and took
it back to the shelf.�
He scuffed
back to the bed discontentedly and slipped beneath the covers, pulling them up
and shivering at the cold satin.

...It had been..pleasant.. to hold Harry..when they slept together in the hostel.�

He hadn�t had another person close to him while he slept for...� well.. since Severus.� A long time.�
Closing
his eyes, Tom tried to forget about the prospect of Harry returning during the
night and exacting revenge.

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