Harry Potter November Challenge

He will never understand how he got himself into this kind of situation. Really he doesn't know how it happened or even why it happened. But somehow someway Harry Potter became the consort to the most powerful Mob boss in England-Tom Riddle Junior.

Lets start at the beginning.

It had been a typical day for Harry. He went to work at his friend Dean's tattoo shop. Harry sets the appointments up and does the piercings. Dean is the owner and main artist. Susan is another artist who's specialty is Japanese art. Hannah specializes in New School and Watercolor. And Blaise specializes in Realism and Neo-Traditional. Needless to say Harry was the first customer when the shop opened.

Well things were going great one customer after another coming in. Some were their regulars. Then an hour before closing a man comes in. Harry thought he was an attractive man. Tall and lean with short dark hair and dark blue eyes. His features were sharp and aristocratic. Harry wouldn't mind getting to know the man on a more personal level, but a man like that would never go for someone like him. Harry was proud of who he was-an effeminate crossdresser.

His hair reached his bum, so Harry always had it braided or in a bun. He liked wearing khol around his green eyes to make them the first thing people notice. His body was slim, but his hips were wide and his bum, according to Blaise and Dean, was absolutely sinful. Susan confirmed it, telling Harry that females would kill to have it and males would do anything to get a piece of it. Harry...well he just thought it was too big, too rounded, hell the damn thing bounced and jiggled with every move he made. But Harry had to admit that it looked fantastic covered in lacy panties and a skirt or dress, even tight jeans and leggings made it look good.

"Hi, how can I help you?" Harry smiled at the gorgeous man.

"I'm here to get a piercing."

Harry clenched his thighs hoping to keep himself from getting hard. If anything was sinful it was that man's voice. It held a lot of power. Harry had only met two other sinful voices in his life. The smooth chocolate melting voice of Severus Snape and the husky panty drop voice of Lucius Malfoy.

"I'm Harry, the piercer of the shop." Harry walked around the counter, smoothing down his plaid skirt as he moved. "If you'll follow me." He led the older man to the private room. One glance into the mirror confirmed his feelings, the gorgeous man was watching his arse.

Once in the room he motion for the man to sit on the padded table. He closed the door as the man took his jacket off and sat down. Harry then handed over a clipboard so the man could fill out his information and sign the waiver.

"What piercing would you like to get today?" He asked hoping it wasn't his ears.

"I would like to get a crown piercing." The man purred.

Harry was so thankful that he was sitting down. "Okay. A few things you show know. The healing time is extensive, it's generally between three to six months. Its advised that all bare intercourse be avoided until after it fully heals. After the first six weeks you can have sex but you have to wear a condom. Erections and the act itself will be a bit painful because the area will be tender. You'll need to clean it after peeing or ejaculating, and also after you get out of pools or the shower. Be careful with the body soap during showers. Used unscented antibacterial soap when cleaning the piercing." He calmly explained everything the man needed to know.

"Are you speaking from experience?" The man smirked as he handed the clipboard over.

"Not for this piercing." Harry teased. He look at the clipboard to hide his blush. "Well, Tom, are you ready?"

"Of course." Tom drawled.

"Good." Harry turned away to gather everything he needed. "Pants and trousers down, lay back and get comfortable."

He heard the rustling of Tom's clothes and couldn't help but glance over his shoulder. Harry's blush darkened and he turned away when he spotted those blue eyes looking at him. Once his tray was set, Harry carefully set it down before looking at his client.

"Oh Lord." Harry couldn't help but breathe out. His face was burning hotter as Tom chuckled.

"Yes, I know. I wouldn't mind if you wanted to..."

"Sir, I-I-" Harry stammered. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I prefer it if you call me Tom." He reached out to stroke Harry's bottom lip with his thumb.

"Sir, I am very professional with my job. I'm sorry for letting out that little slip." Harry was happy that he managed to keep his voice firm.

"I didn't mind the slip from a pretty thing like you." Tom purred. He was speaking the truth. Harry was gorgeous and he wanted to take him right there and then.

Harry scowled. "I am a crossdressing twink. Men like you don't choose me unless you are only wanting to get your rocks off. I want something more than that."

Tom glared at Harry darkly. "You are more than a crossdressing twink. In fact I don't ever want to hear you call yourself that again. Am I being clear?" He pulled the effeminate male close, holding his slim body flushed against his own. His hard cock was pressed into the soft belly. Tom pressed his face into Harry's neck and inhaled his scent deeply, his lips were kissing the soft skin.

"You don't even know me." Harry said darkly, pushing the man away. His body liked having the older man close but this was his workplace. "Doesn't matter. Lets get this done. Dean would want to close the shop before someone else comes in."

Harry ignored the low growl the man let out and went about his job. The man didn't make a sound apart from the occasional grunt. He was beyond annoyed that this man tried to get him to be unprofessional. In the years that Harry worked in the shop this is the first time he had shown any reaction to a customer. It didn't matter how much he wanted the man, Tom was still his client.

When Harry was done he cleaned the piercing carefully then looked at Tom. "You can pull your pants and trousers up now. There is a cleaning solution you can purchase at the counter. He didn't look at the man as he cleaned up. Harry was caught off guard when Tom grabbed him, turned him around and then kissed him bruisingly. Harry moaned softly feeling Tom's erection pressing into him again. He opened to allow the man's tongue into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around Tom's neck and began kissing him back.

Tom pulled away licking his lips. Harry tasted so deliciously sweet with an underlining spice like cinnamon. It took him a moment to realize that one hand was an ample buttcheek and the other was holding one of Harry's long legs up by the knee. He couldn't help but raise the leg higher and use his hold on Harry's arse to press his cock the smaller male's panty clad hardness. Tom hissed at the slight pain but paid no mind to it as Harry whimpered and rubbed against him.

"I would very much like to get to know you better." Tom purred, fingers making his way to the Harry's hole and tongue licking the shell of his ear. "When you are done here I want to take you out for dinner." Even though he wanted something more than dinner.

"Why?" Harry snapped as he tried to move away. "You don't even know me." He went to move away again but the older man just held him in place.

"Careful, little one." He warned, hand rubbing the fat bottom. "That tongue will earn you a spanking and not in a good way. I'll explain everything at dinner. Finish up while I pay." Tom kissed him again, this time sweetly and gently. And this time he removed the offending piece of lace and pulled his cock out to feel Harry's soft skin against his own. Tom desperately wanted to push his cock into Harry's tightness and claim his body.

Harry was stuck between wanting to yell at the man and just wanting the man. His mind won out and he pushed away, taking several steps back. He smooth his skirt back down, forgetting that his panties were missing. He took a deep breath to calm his body down, then went about putting his things away. He started grumbling about insufferable gorgeous men, not seeing Tom slip the panties into his trouser pocket with a smirk.

When they finally left the room, Harry was stopped by Blaise.

"Harry, did he touch you?" The dark Italian was like his big brother.

"He kissed me. He wants to take me to dinner." Harry whispered. There was no way in hell he was going to tell Blaise the whole truth.

"You can tell him no. In fact I recommend it. None of us have a good feeling about him." Blaise wrapped his arms around Harry and held him close.

They heard a low growl and turned to look at the older man who was glaring darkly at Blaise. Blaise pushed his little brother behind him as he returned the glare.

"Harry isn't going anywhere with you. So just leave." His voice held a warning. Dean and Susan stood on either side of him while Hannah pulled Harry into the empty piercing room.

"Ry, don't go anywhere with him." Hannah whispered. "Blaise is going to take you to his place for the night."

"Alright." Harry didn't argue. This wasn't the first time nor will it be the last. He was just thankful to have really great friends. Even if Dean and Blaise were a bit overprotective of him.

Blaise kept a close eye on Harry for the rest of the week. It annoyed him that this man didn't give up. Everyday Harry received flowers and jewelry. One day Harry was given a large bag of expensive clothes and lingerie. It made his hackles rise, making him itch to put the man six feet under. At the end of the week Blaise snarled when the pompous Draco Malfoy walked in. He would like nothing more than to punch the irritating smirk off the blond's face.

"Harry, here is you invitation to tonight's masked party." Draco handed over the envelope.

"Party? Why would I get invited to a party?" Harry asked taking the invitation.

"Mr. Riddle is inviting you. He asked that you wear green to match your eyes." Draco gave him a leering look, knowing fully well why his employer wanted the gorgeous male to wear the dress. If the effeminate male wasn't already spoken for Draco would try his luck at getting Harry into his bed.

Blaise stepped forward. Hands clenched tightly into fists. "Tell your employer that Harry isn't going."

Draco ignored the Italian. "Severus will pick you up at seven. Have a good day, Harry."

"Bastard." Blaise hissed when Draco left. "You aren't going, Harry."

"Blaise, do you know him?" It was unlike Blaise to have a deep hatred for someone he has only met once.

"You should as well. Tom Riddle is the Mob Boss that owns most of the city. He owns your uncle's old company."

It finally clicked for Harry why the name sounded so familiar. His uncle had beat him so horribly he ended up in the hospital. Vernon had been furious that Riddle bought Grunnings and fired half the staff, Vernon included. That had been the last time Vernon touched Harry. For Harry used all of his savings and borrowed money from Blaise to get his own flat. Harry vowed to make Riddle pay for the day he almost lost his life.

"All the more reasons to go." Harry smirked.

Blaise sighed defeatedly. "Just be careful."

"Always." Harry promised.

Harry didn't wear green after making sure his name wasn't on the invitation. He instead wore a midnight blue dress. The collar was wide and fitted like a choker. It left the dress otherwise sleeveless. The bodice of the dress hugged his figure in almost indecent way thanks to his fat arse and the wideness of his hips making his waist look tiny. The slit of the dress only went to midthigh. Harry paired it with black stockings with lace tops, pinning them in place with garter snaps. He also wore a sapphire blue bustier that could be mistaken for a corset and matching lace hipsters that had ribbons to tie the sides together. Harry thought his black and blue lingerie looked good against the the honey tone of his skin. Though he didn't quite like how fat his arse looked in the panties, but it was his better asset. To top off the whole outfit, Harry wore three inch heels that matched the dress, The sapphire necklace Tom had gifted him that came with matching earrings and a bracelet.

After letting Susan do his hair and Hannah did his makeup, Harry left and took a taxicab to the address on the invitation. He stepped out of the car and tied his mask on his face. It was black silk and lace with sapphires around the eyes. Harry was thankful that he had worn long sleeves the day he met Tom. For the man won't recognize his tattoos. On the left arm, a half sleeve was a vine of lily flowers to honor his mother. On the right arm, on the shoulder, was the Potter coat of arms to honor his father. On his right wrist was his mother's signature, his left was his father's. Harry had found letters to each other with their names on it. The dress covered the back, hip, and rib tattoos.

Once he handed over the invitation Harry blended into the crowd. He was on a mission to find Tom and track the man. He needed to get him alone to mete out his revenge. An hour into the party Harry only found the man once but before his could get close a drunk arsehole took his attention away.

"You thought you could hide from me." The familiar voice whispered humorously in his ear. A hard body pressed against his back, a bulge pressing into his arse, as arms wrapped around his waist. "You forgot that I studied this arse, had it in my hand. I would recognize it anywhere."

"Do you want me to congratulate you?" Harry replied dryly.

"No, but I do want you to bend over. I'm going to spank you for disobeying my orders and for that tongue."

Teeth nipped his ear sharply, but it only fueled Harry's anger. "I'm not yours to punish. I will never be yours. I'm going to get my revenge and you are going to know what it feels likes to fight for your life."

Harry didn't expect the man to push him into an empty room and lock the door before releasing him.

"Explain. Now." Tom ordered. "I've been searching for you for the last nineteen years. How can I be the cause of your anger?"

"Grunnings Drilling Company? Ring any bells." Harry replied sharply. "You fired a lot of people after buying the company."

"I fired the people who were stealing from the company. What does this have to do with you and your so called revenge?"

"Vernon Dursley was my uncle. An abusive arsehole, but only towards me. The day you fired him he came home and took his anger out on me. I had to be rushed to the hospital because that bastard damn near killed me. I spent months recovering, months enduring endless surgeries to fix my lungs, put bones back in place, to fix nerve damage, tendon damages. Not to mention stitches on damn near every inch of my body. Months of physical therapy, psych visits, and pain pills. I've died several times and the doctors say its a miracle that I am still alive." Harry snarled at the man in front of him. "And the worse part of it all is Vernon is living a free life. All because his drinking buddy is a constable for Scotland Yard."

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry you went through all of that." Tom pulled Harry into his arms. "If I make it possible for you to get revenge on the right people will you consider being mine?" Tom soothed softly.

"Why? Why me?"

"I admit I went to the tattoo shop to see you, to see how you were doing. Your father was one of my enforcers. We, Severus, Lucius, and I, lost track of you after Albus Dumbledore kidnapped you after killing your parents. We spent years looking for you, killing all those who followed Dumbledore to get any information. Our luck changed when one of my employees at the bank found a transaction for a money transfer going to your uncle. I sent Severus and Lucius so they could report back to me on what they found. I went there to originally get you and bring you home, but one look at you and I changed some plans. I want you to be my consort. Rule by my side."

"I'm no one special." Harry muttered.

Tom lifted Harry's chin so he could look him in the eyes. "You are. To me, to the family. Baby, you are gorgeous, smart, determined, and you just proved how vicious you can be. You will be perfect at my side, not to mention sinful in my bed."

"I need to think about all this. Please let me go." Harry pleaded softly.

"Take your time, baby. This is my house so you know where to find me. But before I let you leave." Tom bent his head and kissed Harry. He growled appreciatively when Harry responded and opened to him, he plunged his tongue into the warm mouth, tasting every inch.

Tom carefully laid the effeminate male down on the floor without breaking their kiss. He groaned when long legs parted for him, allowing him to press his erection against the teen's arse. He used one hand to caress a stocking covered leg, starting at the knee moving slowly up to the soft thigh. Tom groaned into the kiss when his fingers touched lace then a garter strap. He couldn't stop himself from tracing the strap up to Harry's hip, from there he growled as his hips began thrusting. His soon to be lover was wearing a skimpy pair of panties. Tom felt the satin of the ribbon and the lace of the panties covering Harry's arse.

Tom was sure he would have found his release had he gotten a visual of what the panties look like on Harry. Instead he quickly untied the ribbons and removed the underwear, putting them in his pocket before grasping Harry's bum. He let one hand slide to the cleft, fingers tracing the seam before pressing in to tease the puckered hole. Tom moved one hand between them to undo his trousers and release his hard cock. He broke the kiss to look at Harry as he thrust against him in firm movements.

"You are trying to kill me. You came here dressed like this to kill." Tom grunted as he continued to rut against the smaller male. He took advantage of Harry raising his leg higher to push a dry finger into his lover, teasing his prostate.

Harry moaned and smiled as he wrapped his arms around Tom's neck. "No, if things went as I planned you would have never had known what was under this dress." He slowly hooked a foot around Tom's knee then twisted them until he was on top.

Harry stood with a laugh and teasingly lowered the hem of his dress, smoothing it back in place. "See you around, Tom."

The teen left the room and moved quickly to the front door. He walked two blocks before hailing down a taxicab to take him home. Once he was home he let his mind replay the conversation and what happened after. Blaise would never let him hear the end of it.

Harry laid in bed that night thinking about Tom's offer. That offer continued to plague him for the following month.

He hadn't seen Tom since the party, but he had spoken to him almost everyday. Tom sent Severus to deliver a mobile phone so the older man had a way to contact him. Harry told Severus he was still thinking about the offer. Before the older man left Harry took his chance to flirt with him, going as far as kissing the man on the neck and sucking the skin lightly. He was thankful they were in the piercing room where Blaise couldn't see him. Harry palmed Severus' erection and to teasingly rub it.

"Want me to pierce it, suck it, or perhaps you would like me to do both?" Harry whispered into Severus' ear as he tugged the zip down to push his hand inside. He moaned feeling nothing but Severus' hot and hard flesh.

Severus couldn't form any thoughts. It felt so good to have that little hand on his dick. To have plump lips kissing and sucking on his neck. He wanted nothing more than to bury his dick in between Harry's thick ample bottom into his body. Hell he wasn't the only one, besides himself and Tom, Lucius wanted him as well.

"What will it be, Severus?" Harry whispered again.

"Both. Wrap those cocksucking lips around my dick. Afterward you can pierce it any way you want." Severus felt the little body shiver against his own. "But first there is something I want to do." HIs hands pulled the hem of Harry's tight skirt up, revealing the bottom they all love. He then pulled the silk panties down, letting them fall to Harry's ankles. Severus wasted no time pushing his fingers between the cheeks and dryly pressing two into the heated body.

"Severus!" Harry cried out lowly, mindful of where he was. "Oh, Severus, that feels so good."

He moaned when the older man began thrusting his fingers in and out. The pain mixed with pleasure was heady, Harry absolutely loved it. He let out a low keen when Severus found his prostate.

Severus tortured the little minx, letting him ride the pleasure high until he was begging. Only then did Severus let him come. The smaller male looked breathtaking.

"Knees, now." Severus ordered as he released his dick from his trousers.

Harry dropped to his knees. He immediately wrapped his lips around the mushroom head, sliding down until it pressed to the back of his throat. He swallowed to take it in further, Severus let out a curse. Harry took his time deepthroating Severus, wanting it to last as long as possible. He had one hand on Severus' sac, kneading and rolling the heavy large testicles. The man above him was cursing, growling, and praising Harry. It felt like hours before Severus was shooting come down his throat. Harry milked him of every drop.

A little while later Severus left the shop with a magic cross piercing. He was too sated to care that he wasn't allow to have intercourse for the next four weeks, and even then it wouldn't be healed for six months. Severus was also feeling very smug. He now knew one of Harry's piercings. The delectable male had his hole pierced, Severus seen and felt it when he fingered Harry.

"You were gone longer than I expected, Severus." Tom spoke the man joined him and Lucius in his office.

"Harry was feeling frisky today." Severus smirked.

"Explain." Tom ordered.

"The little minx started the whole thing. Stroking my dick, sucking my neck. I fucked him dry with my fingers. He was so breathtaking. Then he dropped to his knees and deepthroated my dick. No gag reflex and he knew how to make me last. He even milked my balls of every drop, then pierced my dick. He called it a magic cross. No sex for four weeks but it was worth it." Severus smirked at the other two men.

"Is that all?" Tom raised an eyebrow.

Severus chuckled. "Oh just one more thing. The beauty has his hole pierced. I swear he squealed in pleasure the few times I tugged on it."

"Thank you for that information, Severus." Tom couldn't keep the arousal out of his voice.

(*v*)

Almost three weeks after Severus' visit Harry received a visit from Lucius. This time it was at his flat. He let the blond in and locked the door.

"I still haven't made a decision." He told the blond as he led him to the couch. He let out a small sound of surprise when Lucius pulled him down onto his lap. Harry straddle him, pressing his center against the man's hardening cock.

"Take your time. Tom doesn't want you to rush this decision. He knows that this is your future and your life. Even knows you have to also consider if its worth the risk becoming a consort to a Mob Boss that will have rivals targeting you first."

Lucius had one arm wrapped tightly around Harry's back, his free hand was firmly on one fat cheek of his bottom. He likes having this small beautiful siren in his lap.

"Okay. So why are you here? Not that I'm complaining." He smirked at the blond and rubbed against the impressive bulge.

"I come bearing gifts from the three of us."

"Oh." He opened the big bag. "Ooh." His face burned. The bag was full of lingerie and sex toys. "Lucius, what is going on?"

"We all feel strongly for you. We all want you, but Tom wants you to be consort so no one calls you anything but that. If you are accepting, Severus and myself want to be in a relationship with you. In all honesty the three of us are together but sometimes we're just too dominant. We want you to be our submissive, our balance."

"I will need to think about that. But for now I wouldn't mind a little fun." Harry smirked at the blond.

Lucius pulled the baggy shirt off, he stared at the pierced nipples before stroking them with his thumbs. His eyes took in the tattoos and the pierced navel. Lucius looked back up into the emerald eyes.

"Have you ever thought of breast implants?"

"A time or two." Harry panted out and arched his back moaning Lucius' name when the blond tugged and twisted his piercings.

"I think you would look gorgeous. I can see how breathtaking you'll be riding our cocks or being fucked, titties bouncing, teasing us to suck on them, feeling them rub against our body."

"Oh, Lucius." Harry moaned loudly. He was rocking more urgently against the older man.

"Take out my cock, darling." Lucius ordered as he dropped his hands to raise Harry's skirt up. He groaned when his hand met bare skin. "No panties?"

Harry giggled. "I was enjoying my day off."

"Are you a virgin?" Lucius asked sternly.

"No. I had a drunken one night stand with Dean and Blaise. They were too drunk to remember and I was gone before they woke up. I regretted it because they are more like my brothers than anything else."

"Are you wet and stretched?"

"There's a dildo in my arse right now." Harry gave the man a cheeky grin.

Lucius trailed his fingers to the hole. He let out a low growl feeling the wide base between Harry's cheeks. He swiped off some of the lube and rubbed it on his own cock. His free hand pulled the dildo out. He was just about to move Harry into position when the smaller male stopped him.

"What's the matter, darling? Don't you want this?"

"Very much, but not without a condom." Harry answered.

"Harry, darling, the three of us don't wear them."

"You will with me. When my parents were alive did they know I was different? Not the part about dressing like a girl."

"No they didn't mention anything. You may not remember but James did have you sheltered. Even if it was against Lily's wishes. Why do you ask?"

Harry sighed. "When I was in the hospital the doctors found something during their scans."

"What was it?"

"A uterus. With the right angle from my partner, their sperm can get me pregnant."

"You are one of the rare carriers?"

"Yes. My partners need to wear a condom. I'm not ready to take hormone medication like birth control. That was one of the deciding factors of breast implants. I would need to take Estrogen to support the implants."

Lucius gripped Harry's chin then kissed him softly. "I will have no problem wearing one." He then stood with Harry's arse in his hands. Lucius chuckled when Harry let out a squeak of surprise. "Where's the bedroom, darling?"

"Down the hall, first on the left." Harry answered before attaching his mouth to the skin under Lucius' jaw. He sucked harder when Lucius started playing with his piercing. Harry removed his mouth when Lucius laid them down on the bed.

"Can I pierce you later?"

"What kind of piercing?" Lucius asked carefully.

Harry eyed Lucius' cock as he stroked it from base to tip slowly. "The same as Severus or Tom. Maybe a Reverse Prince Albert's. Whichever one you like best."

"Why do you want us to have cock piercings?"

Harry smirked and toyed with the spongy bell shaped head. "The beads of the piercings make things much more pleasurable. You don't even have to aim for my prostate, the bead will hit every time."

As he explained Lucius felt the fires of pleasure burn hotter through his body as he imagined the picture Harry painted. It also could be because the small delicate hand was pumping his cock teasingly, twisting and squeezing the soft head.

"You keep doing that and things will end sooner than either of us want. To answer your question, yes you can pierce me even if I have to abstain from sex for a few weeks."

"Then make this memorable for both of us."

Harry reached into the bedside drawer for a condom. He opened it as Lucius removed their clothes, then he slowly covered the rock hard dick. He was panting by the time Lucius was pushing the head into his body.

They had no other words as Lucius began thrusting in and out of Harry. He started off steady and firm, but once Harry started begging for more Lucius was pounding into him. The blond took a hold of his lover's hands and held them above his head. Harry had his knees squeezing against Lucius' ribs and his hips were canted, giving the older male a deeper penetration and hitting his prostate repeatedly.

Lucius filled the condom with a roar when hot inner walls clamped tightly around him the same time Harry cried out his name. He continued to fuck his little lover, letting Harry's body milk his cock. He never wants to leave this body, but he had no choice when his cock soften and slipped out. After disposing the condom Lucius curled around Harry, ample bottom pressing tightly against his spent groin.

Neither realized they dozed off minutes later.

"How many piercings do you have?" Lucius asked as he watched Harry lay out his supplies. The older man the lounging on the bed, back against the headboard and arms up behind his head.

"Six. My tongue, both nipples, navel, my hole, and the skin between my cock and scrotum."

"I didn't feel your tongue piercing. Severus didn't mention it and neither did Tom."

"I forgot to put it back in. Before the party I had a dentist appointment. When Severus showed up I had just gotten back from the doctor. They needed to do a head scan as a follow up from my dentist visit."

"Why?"

"As I'm sure Tom told you about my uncle." Lucius nodded, Harry continued. "Well he had broke a lot a of bones in my face, my jaw included. Honestly my jaw was close to shattered, I couldn't talk for months because it was wired shut. Both the medical doctor and the dentist take precautions."

"So sucking Severus was dangerous for you?"

Harry laughed. "No. That was my final scan. The doctor had cleared me. Blowing Severus was my celebration."

"And no tongue piercing today?"

"I took it out to replace it, but other things got in my way." Harry smirked. "And you are done. Remember clean it every time you use it. Don't use regular body soap, use the unscented antibacterial. No sex until you can get a an erection without feeling pain. If it somehow gets infected see your doctor immediately."

"I didn't feel anything." Lucius looked at his pierced cock in amazement. He had gone with the Reverse Prince Albert's piercing. There was just something incredibly arousing at seeing the large beaded ring pierced through the head of his cock. Even more arousing at the image of it pushing into Harry's gorgeous arse.

"That's why I get a lot of customers." Harry smiled as he carefully cleaned Lucius.

"Thank you. I need to go before it gets any later." Lucius kissed Harry after getting dressed. Harry had slipped on a sheer nightgown. Lucius was tempted to stay. "Or you could come back with me." He added as an afterthought.

"None of you can have sex." Harry reminded.

"No, but we can still give you pleasure. Let us show you what it will be like." Lucius pulled the smaller man into his arms. "Plus Tom can fuck you. He is pass the four weeks, and he will be wearing a condom anyways."

"All right, you win. Let me get dressed."

"No, darling, stay just like that. Pack some clothes and anything else you'll want to take with you." Lucius patted Harry's bottom.

Harry nodded as he moved to start packing.

Harry never left the manor after that night. And it was a night of pleasure. Tom and Severus attacked him when he walked in with Lucius. To this day he still doesn't remember how he had gone from standing in the study to being tied naked to the bed. The three men gave his body nothing but pleasure and endless orgasms. His final orgasm before passing out came from Tom. The older man practically fucked him into the mattress.

Before he knew it he was standing in front of Tom's people. It had happened close to a year after the night Lucius brought him to the manor. The three older men wanted to have all situations planned out before making the announcement. So when he stood in front of the group his new breasts were practically spilling out of the dress. His hands were softly caressing the roundness of his belly, Tom's future heir, and showing off the large diamond engagement ring and pricey wedding band. Tom and he married two months after the baby was conceived.

"Meet your consort-Harry Potter-Riddle." Tom announced happily. Then he place his hand on the swell where his child laid inside. "And the future heir Thomas James Riddle."

Harry still doesn't know how he ended up here.

~Fin~