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Tom woke up to an empty bed as usual, although the sheets beside him were still slightly warm. Harry left very early in the morning to begin his patient house calls, and no matter how much Tom tried to wake up before Harry left, he never managed to.
Tom rolled onto his back, blinking the sleep out of his eyes and stretching his legs out fully. His arse was still numb from last night's session and application of the gaping potion. He resisted reaching down to feel his hole; Harry wouldn't want any unnecessary touching.
Tom finally got out of bed and started his morning, beginning with his usual bath. Mippy, Harry's house elf, quietly knocked on the bathroom door right as he settled in the water. Tom wasn't sure how she kept track of his exact movements, but knew it was probably some particular kind of house elf magic.
"You can come in, Mippy," Tom called out softly as he sank into the delightfully warm water. Mippy bustled in, greeting him with a "Good morning, Mister Tommy!"
Tom had initially tried getting her to call him just Tom, but she stubbornly refused. Harry thought it was cute and also had taken to calling him Tommy when he wanted to annoy Tom. He'd accepted it by now, but Tom let Harry keep thinking it bothered him, especially when he knew Harry wanted him to be particularly bratty.
Tom sighed in pleasure as Mippy began washing his hair. This was another thing Harry liked, for Tom to be pampered and not have to clean himself.
When Harry was home, he would be the one caressing Tom's head and shoulders, although in a decidedly more sensual manner. He'd often have Tom return the favour, but only washing very specific parts of Harry's body.
Mippy moved on from Tom's head to soaping his torso, and he shifted his body without comment so that she could reach everywhere.
Having a house elf see every single bare inch of him had initially been awkward and humiliating, but they'd grown used to this routine over the five months Tom had been living with Harry.
Tom leaned up and out of the water as Mippy reached his lower half. He felt the soft cloth on his still mostly numb bottom, quick and perfunctory movements around his rim. He no longer needed cleaning inside, not since Harry had applied the runes that kept his rectum spotless.
He also no longer eliminated solid waste, as it all disappeared as soon as it hit the ring of runes at the end of his colon. That had been another strange feeling to adjust to, but he supposed that he knew what he'd been signing up for when he entered this contract.
Younger Tom never would have thought that he would enter a sexual contract right out of Hogwarts, but that was before he realized just how low his prospects were as an assumed Muggle-born (although he still privately maintained he had at least one magical parent), even a magically powerful, highly intelligent, top-scoring one.
He'd been considering what paths would be open to him after Hogwarts when he'd heard through the Hogwarts rumour mill that it was apparently common, yet unspoken of in "polite" society, to enter into a sexual contract with an older, professionally established wizard.
The contracts took place over a set number of years, during which the contractor would provide all daily necessities as well as magical instruction in return for the fulfilment of their sexual preferences.
The contract was essentially an apprenticeship with covered living costs. Tom learned that getting a good contract was apparently extremely difficult, since the contractor's area of experience and sexual compatibility between parties were both important.
Tom had initially dismissed the whole thing, scoffing at the idea that he would ever sexually debase himself. He assumed that with his talents, he would have no trouble securing an apprenticeship, specifically focusing on the application of dark arts in healing.
However, as his fifth year at Hogwarts progressed to his sixth, Slughorn continued to waffle on whether he could connect Tom with a mentor or provide a recommendation for a healing program.
Although Tom's fellow Slytherins had dubious (and hard-won) respect for him due to his magical prowess, he was not close enough with any of his year mates who belonged to the Sacred Twenty-Eight families.
Tom could have forced one of them—Abraxas Malfoy would certainly have caved—to provide him with the necessary connections, but Tom's pride stubbornly refused to let him capitulate to anyone in such a manner.
Tom did not even entertain the thought of approaching Dumbledore, even with his reputation for bolstering talented Muggle-borns and half-bloods.
As Tom's final year at Hogwarts began, his options were either an administrative position at the Ministry Archives or an acquisitions and shop clerk at Borgin and Burkes in Knockturn Alley.
As expected, St Mungo's had denied him outright for their apprenticeship track, supposedly due to the "controversial" nature of his intended research area. None of the healers he'd been most interested in apprenticing under had been open to taking someone on.
Tom had tentatively begun looking into options outside of Britain when he remembered the secretive sexual contract option. Frustrated and tired of getting absolutely nowhere, he began looking into it.
While not officially centralized, the process for finding and matching to a contract seemed to have been mutually agreed upon by participants over the years.
Available contractors posted their general area of work and their main sexual preferences on a notice board in the singular brothel in Knockturn Alley. Interested potential apprentices then sent an initial general letter of interest.
Both parties signed something similar to what Muggles called a "non-disclosure agreement" using secrecy paper, which would allow more in-depth communication about the contract. A meeting between parties generally only took place once an initial contract outline was established, to ensure both were seriously committed.
Tom clearly remembered the day he had gone into the brothel, Silk and Dagger, to check out the board.
He had gone over winter break of his seventh year on his eighteenth birthday, under multiple glamours and wearing nondescript grey robes with a deep hood. Perhaps subconsciously, he was hoping for a gift for himself of sorts in the form of the perfect opportunity.
The board was located in a dimly lit corner of the public area of the brothel. There were also many other types of notices posted, which was a relief for Tom as, even disguised, he did not want to be noticed looking.
All of the potential contracts were on parchment of a particular maroon shade with silver lettering. Another unspoken but agreed-upon convention, he supposed.
Tom had quickly scanned the column of short postings, unable to help raising his eyebrows as he read.
Witch curse breaker specializing in rogue layered familial wards; there will be a lot of travel to other wizarding countries. Preferences: other witches only, large breasts (augmented acceptable), must be willing to take a potion for regular lactation, and obtain clitoris piercings, which can be reversed at the end of the contract. Owl Box 997B.
Professional Magizoologist, specifically parent and infant creature health; some travel around Western Europe. Preferences: looking for a dominant mage(or part-mage, part-magical being) who will learn how to be a sexual dominant to my submissive, with specific focus on bondage and sensory deprivation. All genders welcome. Owl Box 156A.
Male Magibotanist with over thirty years of experience cultivating plants for complex potions. Preferences: petite wizard under 120 pounds who is willing to be fully nude other than a diaper at all times when at home and in private greenhouses, and engage in total bladder control; must permanently remove all body hair for the duration of the contract. Owl Box 72C.
Female coach for amateur Quidditch with clients of all ages across the United Kingdom and Ireland. Preferences: tall wizard (over six feet) who is interested in sadism and masochism, including being on the receiving end of pain play as well as working up to full-time wearing of a chastity cage. Owl Box 337B.
Tom had felt both uncomfortably flustered at the sexual preferences and increasing disappointment at the available professional areas as he continued to read. Just as he was beginning to think this had been a terrible idea after all, he spotted it:
Private Healer (wizard) with specific experience in integrating healing techniques using multiple disciplines. Preferences: wizard who will engage in submission when not in professional or public settings, with an emphasis on regular fisting and semi-permanent anal gaping for the length of the contract; must also be willing to play casual Quidditch. Owl box 31D.
Tom's pulse had immediately jumped in both interest and apprehension. A Healer who integrated multiple magical fields would almost certainly be open to the applications of Dark magic.
However, he hadn't been sure whether he could commit to the sexual part of it—fisting was presumably exactly what it sounded like, and Tom reflexively clenched his arse at the thought of a whole hand going up there. Still, he couldn't deny that it sounded a bit intriguing, even the thought that such a thing was possible.
Tom had left the brothel with the Healer's owl box number—31D—in mind. Over the next several days, he hemmed and hawed on whether to respond, not sure at all that he would be able to commit to the sex. Eventually, he had concluded that he needed to experiment first.
Tom had never been particularly interested in sex before. He did have enough interest to know that he did not want any kind of intimacy with witches, but he'd never felt attracted to any one of his male peers either.
He would wank when he felt the urging of his hormones, and last spring he'd allowed a Hufflepuff boy in his year to give him a (decidedly lacklustre) blowjob out of curiosity, but he had never engaged in any sort of penetration.
Once back at Hogwarts and starting his final semester of seventh year, Tom had set about arranging two sexual encounters so he could experience both roles.
In the end, they were both mostly unremarkable, and Tom had no qualms about Obliviating his peers after—both Ravenclaw wizards, one his age and one a year younger.
Still, Tom found he didn't mind being penetrated, and it had actually helped his mind quiet just slightly more than when he was the one on top.
After a bit more deliberation, and conscious that he needed to decide what to do soon, Tom sent off a succinct and general introduction to Owl Box 31D. He had felt like his heart was lodged at the back of his throat for the five days it took to receive a response.
Several letters and draft adjustments later, Tom had officially entered into an initial contract.
The specifics weren't yet laid out, just that he was willing to enthusiastically engage in the Healer's sexual preferences in exchange for covered living expenses and direct mentoring for a healing apprenticeship.
Tom had met the Healer on a blustery day in mid-February. They met in a private room in a small lodge in Hogsmeade, as the man knew that Tom was a Hogwarts student. They both initially wore glamours, which were dropped upon entering the private room.
"Hello, what a lovely young man you are. I am Healer Harry Potter, but you may call me Harry for now. I think we are going to be able to do beautiful things together," were Harry's first words to Tom.
His green eyes were bright and intensely focused on Tom, and there were wrinkles at the corners of them as he smiled broadly. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on Harry's nose, and he wore a thick maroon turtleneck sweater and well-fitted black slacks.
Tom's first impression of Harry had not actually been of his appearance, which he did later take note of, seeing as he was quite attractive.
Harry was a bit older—in his late forties, Tom soon learned—and a broader, more muscled man than Tom, as well as a few inches shorter. His riotous black hair piled in curls on his head, and he had one prominent grey streak that flopped over his forehead, a side effect of "a poor experiment" as Harry put it.
No, Tom's first impression of Harry had been his magic. It filled the room thickly but not unpleasantly, lapping at the edges of Tom's own magic in a teasing manner. It felt comfortable in the sense that it was as though Tom had been wrapped in a secure, weighted blanket. His magic hummed excitedly in response, sharp, energetic tendrils flitting about in perfect contrast.
Looking back now, Tom knew that it was Harry's magic more than anything that convinced him that he should go through with the contract. They were clearly magically compatible, and Tom had the premonition that this would apply to both professional and sexual harmony as well.
Indeed, a bit over five months later, and Tom and Harry's contract was progressing satisfactorily in Tom's opinion.
He had been quite nervous the first time that Harry wanted to rim and finger him for an extended period of time, but Tom immediately discovered that the direct attention to his hole allowed his mind to become calm and quiet more effectively than anything else, leaving him euphoric. Harry called it "subspace," but Tom wasn't sure that he would be able to achieve such a state with anyone else.
Harry had worked Tom's hole up to taking his fist after two and a half months, thanks to his extensive knowledge of anatomy and safe healing techniques.
About a month after that, he applied the runes internally to the end of Tom's colon. They had discussed this procedure during their meetings to finalize the contract. Tom knew Harry was able to remove the runes if he changed his mind at any point.
The application was thankfully painless due to numbing spells and creams, but did involve the use of an uncomfortable device called a speculum. Harry had invented the runes for patients with incontinence or gastrointestinal issues, adapting them for his personal use.
Tom had now had the runes for nearly two months, and while quite an adjustment, he found that it really was quite convenient to not have any mess from his arse. He also felt a visceral thrill from the fact that Harry was essentially controlling one of his bodily functions, and he no longer needed to worry about it.
He knew Harry liked it too—right after the runes had healed, he had barely just gotten most of his hand in Tom when he impatiently pulled his fingers out and began fucking him. Harry usually preferred to spend much more time with his fingers and tongue in Tom's arse, but that particular time, it was as though he couldn't get his cock in quick enough.
Tom's other recent major procedure was the potion for constant gaping that Harry had started applying to Tom a few days ago. This had also been discussed and outlined in the contract.
Harry was upfront that he wanted Tom's hole to get to a point where it would constantly be in an open state so that he could access it. In particular, he wanted to get Tom's rim to gape to a size where his fist could immediately and snugly slide inside.
The potion was another invention of Harry's, designed originally for medical muscle relaxation. This adapted version had to be applied to Tom's rim once it was stretched to the desired size. The potion would then fully soak into his sphincter muscle overnight.
Harry had thought it would take around five days to get Tom's hole to his desired size, so Tom still had probably another two days of potion application.
Tom's time wasn't entirely focused on his hole, although it certainly had been a main feature of these first months living with Harry.
Tom had also started the course of his healing training, which at this point was largely text-based. Harry set aside several hours twice a week to work with Tom directly, quizzing him and providing feedback.
Once Tom had passed the initial standardized Magical Healer exams, which he knew he would easily be able to do in another month or two, he could start more active healing, including helping prepare all of Harry's supplies for his patients.
Eventually, Tom would start tagging along on Harry's house calls to patients who had consented. He would then be able to have a few patients of his own. Throughout, he was to work on his research on Dark Magic applications, which had to be synthesized, tested, presented, and officially written up as part of his Healer mastery.
Tom was quite satisfied with his trajectory so far—he was already ahead of the benchmarks for Healer apprentices, he had a mentor he resonated with on multiple levels, and he was learning that his body could, in fact, experience exquisite and excessive amounts of pleasure.