The Boy Who Bitched

Chapter 4

"Tom," Harry whispered quietly while lying on the man's chest.
Tom continued playing with the boys long unruly hair, oh how beautiful it framed his face. "Yes sweet boy?"
"Are you going to eventually get rid of me?" Harry said with a tear falling down his cheek.
"No my sweet boy, you are my trophy whom I plan to cherish and love," he planted a kiss on the young boys head.
Harry breathed an air or relief, but was confused why he felt comfort and relief from hearing that. Was he starting to fall for Tom? Was something in his food? On that last part he decided he really didn't care, maybe he did love Tom and Tom loved him back. Harry's mind drifted to the potential thought of a family with Tom. How happy would Tom be if Harry gave him a child, what if he was pregnant now, Tom hadn't worn protection. Male pregnancies weren't uncommon in wizards so it was possible. Tom and Harry would make sure this child was no orphan. It would be quite spoiled he could only imagine. Would Tom still leash him around their child? Harry decided he really didn't care about that he just wanted to desperately be filled with a child, Tom's child. He wanted to give a child something he could never have, and he now had the resources to do that. He imagined Tom would be a lovely father, having a massive soft spot for kids. He was sure co-parenting with him and Tom's strange dynamic would have its hard parts but maybe Tom would lax up, see that Harry wanted to behave for him. Harry debated on asking him questions about the topic of kids, but it was too soon and so unlikely, or so he thought.

------ Days went on about the same, breakfast, lunch, dinner, bathing, sporadic sex, sleeping under Tom's desk or sitting with him while he did important work. Harry was a bit curious though, he was with Tom almost 24/7, and when he wasn't around Tom he was eagerly waiting for Tom's return. He loved the mans touch and attention, he loved being dressed and cooed at, he loved doing the bare minimum and being told he was a good boy. He felt as if he could never get enough out of Tom's praise. However, he hadn't see anyone else but Tom, so where was he getting the documents? Tom was never gone long, usually no more than an hour. The best he could come up with was Tom also hosting meetings at night while the boy was fast asleep. Of course Harry would never know about the deep sleeping potion that was placed in his nightly tea, and frankly it really didn't matter. The boy was well rested and taken care of and that's all that mattered.
One night when Harry's dinner time came around, Tom did something different. He dressed Harry in a short green maxi dress. The dress was a sparkly material that held his body tightly, the material barely covered the boys ass. The back was very low cut, and the front straps where very thin. Harry's back, shoulders, and collarbones where on display to the world. Tom didn't put Harry in any underwear, and put him in a pair of beginner black 3 inch heels. Harry's ass was out on display for the older man and he fucking loved it, his little slut looked so sexy. Though it hadn't even been a week, the boy was filling out his form just a little bit more and he looked less malnourished. Tom then leashed the overly eager boy and guided him outside the bedroom.
Harry loved the way his body felt in the dress, his ass being on display made him a little nervous but he knew he looked very attractive and was making Tom horny as he could see the outline of Tom's growing boner in his pants. The heels were a bit difficult to walk in, but he was quickly  the hang of it. Tom suddenly stopped and pressed Harry into a wall, sloopily kissing the young boy and fiddling with his lower lip leaving it swelled. He grabbed and squeezed at the boys ass desperately, he couldn't wait to fuck him in that dress soon. He then sucked on Harry's neck leaving thick hickies before pulling back and regaining his composure. Harry shakily steadied himself, as Tom started walking them back along. The castle Harry had been staying in was huge, and he was unsure on the location of his bedroom from the labyrinth like layout of this massive place. He wondered if it was the size of Hogwarts, but when he tried to remember what Hogwarts was he couldn't, he shrugged the confusion off quite quickly.
Eventually they arrived to a large black door. Tom stood in-front of Harry straightening up his dress and hair. "You are to be a good boy do you understand? Only talk when spoken to. For tonight you are going to feed yourself. If you have any questions about any of the silverware just follow my lead."
Harry's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but Tom pressed a gentle kiss to the boy's forehead, and then opened the large door. Harry gasped in surprise, the room was filled with a massive table that had easily 3 dozen people seated around it. At the head of the table was two empty, throne like chairs, hair assumed one of them was him but was waiting to be leash led by Tom. Harry's suspicions were correct and very gently yet firmly Harry was walked to the chair. Tom pulled out Harry's seat," Sit," he commanded.
The boy did what he was told, trying to pull his dress down as far as it would go, but it wasn't far enough. Tom then pushed his chair in and took a seat beside the boy. Harry scanned around the table, trying to see if he recognized anyone. A few people looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't remember from where.
This one very blonde boy was staring at him mouth completely agape, Harry tilted his head trying to remember where he may have known this boy from, but nothing ringed any bells. To the boys right was a very similar looking older man who didn't look exactly pleased at where Harry was sitting, but Harry just assumed he was jealous. The mans, what assumed to be, wife seemed to be trying to rub his back in an attempt to calm him down, the boy continued scanning the table. Not far from the blonde boy was a greasy black haired man, Harry knew he knew this man, and the correlation was somehow unpleasant. Harry really wanted to talk to him, but Harry knew better. He kept his mouth shut and continued scanning the table filled with Tom's friends. Eventually he realized Tom was talking, but he couldn't hear a word. The boy however didn't mind, and stared lovingly towards Tom, he loved how passionate the man looked, Tom placed his hands on top of Harry's and lifted it up. Suddenly Harry could hear again and everyone was clapping. Harry was still enamored by Tom and wanted those lips against his again. His wish however was going to be coming sooner than he thought.
First of course was dinner, Harry did have no clue what he was doing and followed Tom's every step when it came to the silverware. Feeding himself was a bit strange, especially with Tom sitting right beside him, but he did like this small bit of independence he was allowed. No one talked to him, mostly everyone talked to Tom or with the unannounced yet know. small groups they seemed to be in. Harry was content to just listen to the talking, it had been a minute since he'd been around anyone other than Tom. Dessert was Harry's favorite, he was given a lovely slice of red velvet cake with lots of icing. He struggled to slowly pace himself, not wanting to embarrass Tom in front of all of these people.
After everyone was done eating and house elves had taken all the food away, Tom snapped his fingers and suddenly his pants were gone. Everyone suddenly quieted down, all eyes on the boy. "Come sit on my lap, facing me," Tom commanded firmly, his voice echoing off the stone wall.
Harry hesitated for a second, nervous to do this in a room with so many people. Tom flashed him a firm glare, and suddenly Harry was up sitting on the man's lap, ass out to the room full of random people. "You're gonna ride me," Tom whispered in his ear," And you can be as loud as you want sweet boy," he then nipped the boys ear.
Harry shuddered, he was weirdly enough getting turned on at the prospect of riding Tom in front of all of these strange people. He wanted everyone to know he was Tom's good boy, and Tom wanted everyone to know that Harry was willingly his. Tom made quick work of fingering and prepping Harry, before he picked the young boy up and slammed him on his girthy member. Harry moaned in shock and pleasure, before quickly bouncing up and down on top of the older man. Tom put his hands behind his neck showing that Harry was about to do everything on his own accord. Harry was gripping on to the front of the man's shirt, completely and utterly determined to have his sweet spot hidden and find the release of his own sweet pleasure. Harry was a desperate mess, moaning Tom's name in front of all of these people while desperately riding the man.
Tom of course, was trying to keep his composure in front of his Death Eaters, so the only noise he made was shuddery breathing. It wasn't long before Harry had climaxed multiple times, making sure everyone in the room knew it due to the boys high pitched moans. "I'm gonna come Tom, I'm gonna do it," he screamed at the Dark Lord.
With that, Tom grabbed Harry's hips and pulled him down tight, releasing his mess deep into the boy. Harry then messed on Tom's shirt, too caught up in all the pleasure. When he looked down he gasped, worried that Tom would be upset with him," I'm sorry Daddy," Harry whispered to the man. He had never used that name with Tom, but something about it just felt right.
Tom pressed Harry's lips close giving him a firm kiss on the lips and then said," Don't be, you did so good for me my little slut, you made Daddy very happy today."
Tom then snapped his fingers and him and Harry were cleaned up, Tom then pulled Harry close to his chest like a small child. Another silencing spell put around the boy as he fell asleep in the older man's arms. Happy, content, never wanting to leave the warmth and ember like scent of the man. For the first time in his life he knew he was safe, and someone loved him just for him, not what he was supposed to do, not that he could remember what that was anymore.