Promises Made; Promises Kept

by Adamant946 (ao3)

“I’m not sure it is safe,” Remus said as he poked at a log in the smoldering fire of 12 Grimmauld Place. Sirius put down a newspaper that had his mugshot on it and the title: “Black eludes capture outside Hogsmeade.”

“I want him to be able to come and visit me. He agreed to move in and get away from his awful relatives.”

“But they are looking for you,” Remus replied with a frown. “And I’m sure they’re watching him.”

“Most likely, but that’s beside the point. I need to have Harry here. I have to show him I care, that James was wise to make me his guardian.”

“Very well, I’ll arrange it. We’ll be back by sundown if things go well.” Sirius watched his old friend leave and sat in silence for a long time, but finally, he went to the bookshelf and removed a musty ancient tome. He opened it and pulled out a round metal tag on a chain.

The Black family had many secrets hidden in these halls, but this one was special. It was filled with powerful magic, and Sirius licked his lips, thinking of the possibilities it opened up. Placing the item in his pocket, double-checking it was indeed there, and then returning the tome he couldn’t help it as a wicked smile stretched across his handsome face.

–

Harry walked with Remus down a typical London street. He wasn’t sure where they were, but he knew that Remus was taking him to see Sirius. His stomach fluttered when he thought of his godfather, and he hoped to see him more than he could have expressed for his young age.

Remus stopped next to number 11 on the street, and Harry asked, “Is this it?” Remus smiled at him and shook his head no.

“We must wait for Sirius to come and reveal the location to you.” He paused for a moment, pointed to the number 11 Grimmauld place and then to the next house, which Harry noticed was 13 Grimmauld place.

“Odd,” Harry said. “It skips a number.”

Sirius stepped from the shadows nearby and walked to stand at Harry’s side. His mind was foggy, and he was unclear about what he had just seen. ‘Had Sirius come from 11 or 13?’ he wondered.

“Albus and some mutual friends helped me to protect this place, Harry.” His godfather was in a stylish gray suit and walked over to him with his hands clasped behind his back. Harry thought that Sirius seemed very regal at that moment and felt his heart rate increase. “He and I are Secret-Keepers to 12 Grimmauld Place.”

As Sirius said this Harry felt a tugging in his chest like when you watch a movie that is particularly inspirational or sad, and you know, just know deep down, that something bigger than you was in that moment. Finally, his mind cleared and he could see a run-down building between 11 and 13.

“Pardon the disrepair,” Sirius said. “I’ve been too busy to take time and tidy up, but several of the rooms are serviceable for us to hide away safely from prying eyes.” He took Harry by the hand and his grip was warm and strong. He pulled Harry forward into the building and it took a long while for him to realize that this was happening.

—

Feeling his curiosity for the place satisfied an hour or so later Harry joined Remus and Sirius in a room he thought of as a study. It had a desk, several comfortable chairs, bookshelves, and a largely unknown piece of furniture in the far corner covered by a sheet.

“The dirtier spots aside this place is amazing, Sirius,” he said with genuine amazement in his voice. He walked over and sat in a large comfortable armchair near the now mildly rolling fire.

“I’m glad you're pleased.”

“Harry,” Remus began as he poked absentmindedly at the fire with an old-fashioned fire prod. “Sirius and I have something we’d like to share with you, “ he paused for a long moment, “a secret if you will.”

“Of course, anything for you two.”

“We care about you and your well-being Harry,” Sirius said and he put his hands together in a steeple. He raised the tip to his lips and arched an eyebrow as he took the boy in. “We want to provide much more for you than just this home. We want you to have everything a growing boy needs. To bring you into the fold and help you learn to express your love as adults do.”

Harry was brimming with enthusiasm and a large smile. He sat forward coming to the edge of the chair. “What will we do? I want to be involved, to help out. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Good,” Remus said. Sirius stood and walked to the sheet that was covering something in the corner. He pulled it off and revealed an alchemist's nook. There were beakers, vials, and all manner of ingredients.

“This part of our plan may take a week, but it will be easy and rewarding I promise.” He retrieved three vials from the nook and walked over to stand between Harry and Remus creating a triangle.

“James would be proud,” Remus said with lamentation thick behind the sentiment.

“He would,” Sirius agreed and handed them each a vial and pulled the cork on his. The other two pulled theirs as well and looked up at the head of the house expectantly. “To the new Marauders,” he said and downed the potion.

—

Harry woke the next day in his new room. It was modestly adorned, but large and he wasn’t quite sure what to do with so much space to himself. Harry sprung from the bed and noticed a quickness in his step. It felt good and he hurried down the hall to the only bathroom on this landing.

He had this whole floor to himself and the two other rooms were set up for an office and a training space. He went into the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush from the sink. He looked up into the mirror to begin brushing, but dropped the toothbrush and yelped in surprise instead.

Harry was shirtless from his slumber and when he looked into the mirror he was easily fifteen pounds heavier with muscle today. He squinted, rubbed his eyes, and then poked at his arms and chest. He looked down at his legs and saw they too looked more defined and muscular.

Unable to get a full view he struggled to spin and look at his body, but finally stood on the edge of the tub so he was raised up in the mirror and inspected his backside. He was shocked and excited to see that his ass was much fuller. He spun and gasped again when he saw his penis had grown.

Harry hurried through his showering routine and rushed downstairs. Once he was in the dining room he sat impatiently waiting for his godfather and Remus to come down.

His stomach growled and he realized he was famished so he went to the pantry, refrigerator, and stove. He made omelets, bacon, breakfast potatoes, and toast. A feast fit for twenty people was amassed when he stopped cooking.

Just in time Remus and Sirius joined him and they were still in their pajamas. Remus was wearing loose blue striped white ones, while Sirius had a dark robe. They seemed somewhat small on the two men as if they had grown. Harry looked close and realized they too were seeming more sturdy than yesterday.

“Good stuff my boy,” Remus remarked as he sat and began filling a plate. “I’m famished.”

“Pardon us if we eat like wild dogs Harry,” Sirius said with a smirk. “I bet you can keep up though because it looks like your elixir worked as well.”

“Yes, I feel fantastic.” Harry sat and began piling his own plate with food. The three fell into intense eating that could only be described as wolfing. Their pace slowed when nearly all the food was gone and they sat back almost in unison with satisfied sighs.

“So this is our phase one,” Remus remarked. “Get us in tip-top shape.”

“A healthy strong body is essential to happiness son,” Sirius added and slapped a firm grip down onto Harry's shoulder. Harry felt his cheeks redden and he smiled goofily.

“This is amazing, thank you so much.”

—

They mostly spent their week in quiet companionship and only took an elixir every other night. Sirius showed Harry his process of making the concoction and allowed the boy to assist him with chores. Remus often left to do various errands, so they found plenty of alone time to get to know one another.

Their bodies continued to change, and by day six, they were beginning to look like superheroes. Harry had massive pecs, and his arms were thicker than many people's legs at the height of his biceps. His stomach was broad like a tree trunk and sculpted with abs sticking out, and his love handles were the only real fattiness he had left.

His penis was twice its average size and he noticed he was horny almost every morning. He was increasingly insecure about what to do when he was aroused and sometimes simply sat in a cold shower to cool himself off in the morning before going downstairs.

He saw Sirius or Remus walking shirtless in the house and rippling with massive muscles on more than one occasion. He found his stomach fluttered in these moments, and he had to hide an embarrassing erection several times.

It wasn’t their fault though because he too was finding it impossible to keep clothes that fit available despite their best magical efforts. He even found one day that his shirt was so small on him by bedtime he had to rip it to tatters just to get it off.

On the eighth day, Harry joined Remus and Sirius in the study so they could address the issue. The three men sat, shirtless and with cut-off shorts, in silence for a moment as Sirius wrote something down at his desk. Finished, he dropped his quill and looked up.

“I have a solution to our wardrobe issue.”

“Excellent,” Remus said with a sigh. “This old home is drafty and it’s unbearably cold walking from my room to the loo at night.” Harry nodded vigorously, remembering his freezing midnight trips to the bathroom.

Sirius took the note he’d finished and walked over to Harry. He produced a letter opener and grabbed Harry’s right arm at the wrist. The scruffy man instructed Harry to lift it and hold it still. He let go of the boy and then put the note under his hand, which was cupped. He ran the letter opener across Harry’s palm and the boy hissed in pain.

“Why did you do that?”

“Keep still!” Sirius commanded with a stern gaze. Harry complied and blood soon ran down the sides of his hand and onto the paper. Sirius licked at the letter opener, cleaning it of blood.

Holding the sharp instrument in his teeth gingerly, he reached down and tore a piece of his pant leg off. He put it into Harry’s hand and told him to squeeze it tightly to stop the bleeding. He turned to Remus.

“Oh, Padfoot I’m a good bit squeamish about these things, you know.” Remus took a small step back and rubbed at the palm of his hand in anticipation of what he assumed Sirius was going to ask him to do. “Please, must I?”

“Your hand Remus,” Sirius said and his glare was dangerous.

“It only hurts for a moment” Harry offered, but he had the distinct feeling this was deeper than he was allowed to understand and that he best stay out of it.

“Your hand,” Sirius repeated and then slowly set the letter opener on the desk.

“I would. You know I want this, but are we…” his voice trailed off and he looked at Harry with sweat now dripping down his brow. He continued, “are we going too far, old friend? He is just a boy.”

Sirius snatched his wand off the desk and put it to Remus' throat.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” he dared his old friend and Harry had a memory of a large black dog staring at him with animalistic urges in its eyes. His godfather seemed more like that dog at that moment, he thought.

“I’m sorry,” Remus said and closed his eyes. He swallowed hard and let out a breath he had been holding.

“Me too,” Sirius said, his tone a little softer, but not much, and then with a snarl exclaimed, “Imperio!”

—

Remus' blood had been spilled on the note once he was beholden to Sirius. Harry was still feeling mixed emotions about the whole ordeal, but he had done as he was told and gone to his room to wait.

After spilling their blood on it, Sirius had simply thrown the letter in the fire. It seemed like a waste, but Harry assumed he simply didn’t understand what was happening. He was told to wait in his room so he did.

Pacing and debating the turn of events Harry cried out in surprise when he heard a popping sound and tripped over a house-elf who had apparated into his room.

“What the hell,” he grumbled as he collected himself.

“Sorry master,” said the dirty and pathetic creature. “I was told to bring you this.” The elf held up a latex suit that was barely big enough for a toddler to wear.

“What is it?” Harry said with a raised brow.

“It is a suit for you, Master Potter.”

“It’s tiny.”

“Hold it and you’ll see,” replied the creature and it held up the gift. Harry reached down and retrieved the shiny black material. It was slick and rubbery. He could see the light flicker back and forth across it as he held it in his hand and smiled when he noticed it was growing. It grew until it was large enough for him to squeeze into properly.

Harry rushed to put it on and felt fantastic with the snug latex rubbing up against his skin. There was a gold pattern in the chest of a griffin and a lightning bolt flashing behind it. He ran his fingers across the design and the horror of seeing Sirius command Remus earlier faded.

The boy bounded down the stairs, able to take them three at a time with his supersized gate and the increased athleticism that came with it. Once downstairs and adorning his new suit he found Sirius and Remus. They too were wearing new latex one-piece clothes.

Sirius was a deep blood red with a silver engraving in the chest of a dog's paw and Remus had a rich royal blue that was engraved with a bronze emblem of a wolf howling at the moon.

“It fits you well my boy,” Sirius said and a smile spread across his face. He reached into a drawer on his desk and produced three collars. “Take these,” he said as he handed a black one to Harry, took a matching red one for himself and Remus snatched up his blue collar.

“Master Black,” Harry said as he read the one in Sirius's hand. He looked to his own and it said “Good Boy Potter.” He then glanced at the blue one and it was engraved “Enforcer Remus.” All three adorned the leather straps around their neck and with their bulging muscles, they fit snug.

Sirius went to a series of three boxes that were set to the side of the desk and opened one. He pulled out a large black and blood-red boots made with thick leathers and shining silver accents. He slipped them on his feet and kicked a box to each of his fellow Marauders.

Remus pulled out a pair of similar boots and slipped them on. Harry looked into his eyes and was at first confused. Inside the box it seemed there was a large pile of fur. He felt around and realized the boots were covered with dark synthetic fur. He slipped them on with an air of uncertainty. He felt them mold to his feet tightly and the fur slid up his legs a little assimilating it seamlessly with the suit.

“What are these?” he asked somewhat of an edge of thickness in his voice.

“Those are paw boots. They fit snugly and give you padded feet like a dog.” Harry lifted his foot and saw that he did in fact have pawed feet. Sirius reached into the box and produced a pair of matching gloves. Harry figured all would be explained and so he slipped them on. His hands felt the material shrink to fit and he looked at his hands with excitement as they were now furry paws.

“That’s amazing,” He said but looked up with a quizzical expression. “But why?”

“We are full-fledged Marauders Harry,” Sirius said and pointed to himself and Remus. “We have proven our dedication and true animal spirit.”

“How will you ever know what a puppy needs to grow strong and brave if you haven’t been one yourself?” Remus said.

“We all started as a puppy Harry,” Sirius remarked and walked forward with a leash he had taken from the desk. “Now sit.”

Harry felt blossoming happiness in his mind and spirit. It made sense, he thought. It would be good to be a puppy. Free from worry and concern. To do as he is told like a good boy. So he knelt down with his legs under him and then placed his front hands - paws he realized - out in front of him and looked up with large gleeful eyes. He let his tongue flop out slightly and gave an expectant whimper when Sirius attached the lead.

“He’s a natural Sirius,” Remus remarked and walked over to pat Harry on the top of his head.

“Yes, he’s a good boy, but that’s enough for now,” he said and removed the collar and leash.

–

That week Harry put on his paws and spent most of his time in the main living areas playing like a puppy and learning new tricks as the two treated him warmly but sternly as was necessary for the situation. Harry was growing to love the treats they provided and he found he was excited to get up and be a good boy for the two most influential men in his life.

While lounging in the dining room gnawing on a bone one evening, Harry looked up with expectant eyes as Sirius came into the room.

“Harry my boy.” He reached down and gave Harry a scratch behind the ears. His latex suit creaked and the sound made Harry’s hair stand on end with excitement. He was wagging back and forth in pleased circles and accidentally knocked over a glass of milk that Remus had at the edge of the table.

“Whoopsie,” Remus remarked as he set down his book on the dining room table and stood to go find a cloth.

“Bad dog,” Sirius said with a firm tone. Harry lowered his gaze in shame and saw that the milk had spilled across the floor and Sirius's boots. “Lick it up,” Sirius commanded and Harry complied instantly. It felt good and right to be licking at the spilled milk as if it was his nature. Sirius lifted his foot and turned it around to give him full access.

“Oh, is that entirely necessary?” Remus asked, looking a little squeamish.

“He must learn to be an animal. Like us.” Remus nodded his acquiescence and sat back down. Harry finished his clean-up but found his gaze lingering on the wet rubber of the boots. He felt himself getting hard and let his eyes wander as they made their way up the boot and onto Sirius's muscular thick thigh.

The latex suit was skin tight, magically so, and so he could make out the sinew and ripple of the muscle as his godfather shifted his weight. His package was bulging out between his legs held tight to his body from the suit, but leaving little to the imagination. On his knees before him, Harry was now only inches from his massive cock.

“It’s a good boy's job to please his master,” Sirius said and Harry looked up to make eye contact with him. They held their gaze for a moment and then Sirius reached down and put a hand at the back of Harry's head. He pulled the boy forward and his face connected with the latex and his groin only centimeters behind that rubber barrier.

“I’m not sure,” Harry said, pulling his head back. “I’m not sure how I feel about this.” His voice cracked and he swallowed hard.

“Well, what is there to consider?” Sirius pulled at his head again and Harry could tell his godfather's cock was getting hard inside the suit. It was so unbelievably sexy to see it reach its full length, but he was too timid, too unsure of himself to reach out and grab onto it. Its length was easily a foot now.

“I’m just not sure I’m ready for…more,” the boy managed and he winced when Sirius had a sharp intake of air.

“Maybe we can just go relax for a bit and give him a moment to think on things,” Remus said and Harry realized the seated man had been rubbing his erection through the outline of his suit.

“Who asked your opinion?” Sirius said with a vicious snarl. He reached into a pocket that opened up at the hip of his suit and Harry was shocked to see him reach directly inside of what should have been his own hip and leg. He pulled his hand back out and it had a dangling silver oval with a thick blue leather strap. Harry’s collar, which he had taken back.

“Sirius I think we should–”

“Shut up!” he shouted at Remus and Harry flinched back. He bent down and put the collar around Harry’s neck and once the clasp sealed snug at the back of his neck Harry felt his mind dull. Suddenly he was preoccupied with every sound and every smell. His mind was fickle and hyper-focused in the same instance, fleeting from subject to subject with intense scrutiny.

The squeak of latex, boots on the floor scuffing, Remus clearing his throat, the rusting of a page in his book; then loud, commanding, and entirely unavoidable came Sirius's voice, “Listen to me, Harry.” Harry knew he could do nothing else. “You must please your master.”

Sirius reached down and brought his hand to his cock. As he did the latex seemingly evaporated in the area to provide exposure and his erection came free and stood tall and curved in the dining room light. It was thick and veiny. Harry leaned forward and began to lick.

Soon saliva was dripping from Sirius's cock and down Harry's chin as he licked all around the outside and up the shaft. Sirius let out a throaty sound of approval and put his hands on his hips in a powerful stance of dominance. Remus sat quietly at the table slowly stroking his now exposed erection.

Harry felt his mind racing still. He was purely in the moment with no forethought or afterthought. His own erection began to throb and he realized that once it had been big enough his suit had opened. It rubbed back and forth between his thighs and as drool fell from his blowjob down onto the area it caused it to be slick and feel tremendous.

Not satisfied to only lick Harry opened up and began to take as much of the massive girth in as he could. He choked a couple of times and felt tears come to his eyes after only getting half the length inside his throat. Remus and Sirius both chuckled at him.

“Well keep trying, you'll get it all eventually,” Sirius encouraged. He turned and smiled at Remus. “This feels amazing, brother,” he said as he held out his hand to pull him from his chair.

Harry’s doglike mind didn’t miss a beat. He scooped up extra saliva from around his chin and Sirius's shaft and then with it all over his paw he began tugging on Remus's cock.

“Oh, so soft,” Remus remarked and gave out a slight gasp of ecstasy. Harry wetted his other paw and switched his mouth onto Remus's cock and began stroking Sirius.

“Mmm, yes it is. You’ve been shampooing your fur. That's a good clean boy.”

Harry let out slurping and gagging sounds, still unable to get the full length of the two men's massive cocks inside his throat. He felt such excitement and ecstasy as he increased his pace and the more noises of appreciation his masters made the more he felt his own arousal peeking.

Remus came first, slathering ribbon after ribbon of jizz all over Harry's face and chest. He tasted the salty droplets that remained on the tip of Remus's cock and what slid into his mouth from its messiness.

Harry let out a low growl in his throat then switched positions back again. Remus bent down and began stroking Harry who exploded with a massive eruption of cum only a moment after. The feeling of the intense pleasure of Remus playing with him made Harry shudder. He felt his load hit his chin, but he didn’t mind just kept going, feeling the euphoria of his orgasm and giving his master's pleasure mix into an amalgamation of abhorrent inadequacy.

They were too good to him. So kind to bring him in and give him this. He didn’t deserve any love or affection, but here he was. Here they were. He felt Sirius's load slam into the back of his throat and he sprawled over in a coughing fit. A deluge of jizz came out of his throat and onto the floor and he immediately began licking it up. He lapped at the puddle with an intense eagerness.

He felt the collar come off his neck and his mind was freed. Harry stopped and stumbled backward onto his backside. He lay soaked in cum blinking for a moment, unsure of what had happened, despite remembering it all.

“Go get cleaned up for dinner,” Sirius said, interrupting his moment of shock. “If you have any appetite left.” Remus and Sirius laughed and Harry stood, went to his bathroom, and washed in stunned silence.

–

Harry felt the residual effects of the magical collar for the remainder of the evening. He tossed and turned as he tried to doze off, but was unable to get any sleep. After a while he found himself weeping quietly and staring at the ceiling.
Sometime in the early morning hours, just as he could begin to hear the chirps of birds and see the daylight peeking over the horizon, Harry heard his door creak open.

“Are you still asleep Harry?” asked Remus as he stepped into the dimly lit room. He walked over to Harry’s bed and sat at the edge. He began twirling with the sheets and blankets that were a mess across the boy and the two sat for a few moments in silence. Harry didn’t dare move, but he couldn’t help but flinch when he felt the man's hand touch his calf and slide up his inner thigh.

“Stop please,” he whispered in the dawn light, but the hand continued to caress and move up towards his groin. Harry pulled his leg away and turned his back so that he was in a fetal position. He pulled a blanket up close to his face and wanted to scream into it.

He felt the warmth of Remus’ body press against his in a spooning position and he shuddered uncontrollably. Remus was whispering quietly to him, but he shook his head and covered his ears. The older man reached up and pulled his hands away forcing him to hear what he was saying.

“Stop this silliness and just be a good boy,” Remus said and as soon as ‘good boy’ hit Harry’s mind he felt the tug of the collar around his neck. He reached up instinctively, but there was nothing there physically. Nonetheless, he could feel the leather strap tight around his throat and his last thought before the magic took hold was that he should have fled.

However, the magic did kick in, and Harry felt himself and all his senses go into a hyper-alert state. His attention shifted swiftly from thing to thing and his focus was intense but fleeting. He could smell the musk of Remus, see the cracks in the wall next to him, and hear the soft hum of a car going down the street.

He felt Remus massaging his back and ass and he felt himself getting aroused. Remus rolled him over and straddled on top of him, his own erection magically free from the suit, touching Harry’s. He began stroking the two shafts as they rubbed together and a soft moan of pleasure escaped Harry’s lips.

Remus smiled wickedly and rubbed at the two cocks more vigorously. Harry could feel his saliva begin to build up in his mouth and soon he was drooling thick stringy globs down the sides of his mouth and onto his chest where the latex formed tightly to his body.

Remus reached up, smeared the lubricating spit around Harry’s chest, and squeezed at Harry’s massive pecs.

“These bodies are amazing aren’t they boy?” He groped and massaged Harry’s chest with a look of longing. He knelt over and nibbled at the bulging muscles playfully all the while still grinding back and forth so their foot-long cocks rubbed together.

Harry felt the pleasure growing in his stomach and whispered, “more” despite himself.

“I know!” Remus said with a harsh rumble that came out as more of a bark than words. “I'll give you more. We can have it all. Sirius doesn’t need to know.” He flipped Harry over and his cock still slick from the spit slid lengthwise between Harry's ass cheeks. Remus began grinding back and forth, his cock pressed tight from the boy clenching his backside.

His whole body was stiff with anticipation of penetration, but the older man toyed with him and slid back and forth between the latex-covered ass cheeks. His pace quickened and Harry felt his cock rubbing against the bed both painful and pleasurable. Remus reached up and shoved a hand into Harry’s gaping and dripping mouth. It came away slick with spit and he applied it to his cock as he continued to grind relentlessly.

The older man let out a moan of satisfaction and then a loud gasp as his jizz came out in an explosion onto the boy's back. Harry felt it hit the back of his head and shoulders where it immediately began to drip and slide down.

Remus grabbed Harry by the hips and roughly pulled him to the edge of the bed. Next, he spun the boy around and set him on the floor with his back up against the side of the bed. He took his now semi-flaccid cock and slapped it across Harry’s face.

Harry flinched at each smack and the large girth collided with a resounding smack. His own cock throbbed in excitement and Remus began to get hard again. He slid the cock into harry’s throat and face fucked him a few times. Saliva dripped all over the shaft and down Harry's chest.

Remus stopped his thrusting and then squatted down to straddle Harry. As he did his suit evaporated around his ass as well. He slid Harry's soaked and lubricated cock gently into his ass and taking a few moments to adjust carefully he ultimately began riding Harry.

As Remus slid back and forth at a gentle pace, Harry's mind flooded with pleasurable sensations. He could think of nothing at that moment, only feel the tremendous euphoria that was his cock sliding in and out. Remus's pace was steady and relentless and he stroked himself as he fucked Harry.

Remus came again and his load covered Harry’s face and shoulders. The boy found himself licking at the mess. Remus rode harder and Harry could feel himself reaching climax. Seeing the boy's face twist, Remus reached out and put a hand on his throat, squeezing hard.

Harry felt his vision swim as his airway was cut off and gasped for air, but none came. Instead, the man squeezed tighter and ground even faster on Harry’s cock. The young boy moaned in ecstasy as he exploded in the most intense orgasm of his life. A second later his vision faded away entirely and he passed out.

–

Harry didn’t leave his room the next day other than to bathe quickly. He spent the rest of the day trying to drift off to sleep but was primarily met with fits of overwhelming sadness and anxiety. Both Remus and Sirius came by at different times to speak to him through the door, but ultimately they left him be.

That night he heard the door to his room crack open again and he curled up into a ball, refusing to look away from the wall. He heard floorboards creaking as one of the men's weight, considerable now due to the muscle growth, came halfway into the room. However, they turned and he listened to the creaking recede after only a moment.

The cowering boy took plenty of time to gather his courage and look behind him. A plate with food, a potion of growth like he’d been taking, and the collar with a note attached were on the floor of the room.

Harry ate the food with a ravenous appetite and downed the potion without worry, but he held his hand frozen in place over the collar and note for a long time before lifting it. His face was dark and after more than a few times of dropping the letter, he finally opened it and began reading.

Harry,

Eat, drink, and be happy. We love you. We want what’s best for you. So do not fret, for we will not make you do anything you didn’t want to already. So please be a good boy and rejoin us tomorrow for breakfast and a nice day of relaxing merriment.

Love,

Sirius and Remus

As soon as he read to ‘be a good boy’ he felt a tightening around his throat. Harry looked down in horror, but the collar was still in his hand. It was glowing slightly with a silver-white light and he raised his hand to toss it away from him. But he couldn’t do it.

He felt his control slipping away from him. Slowly, painfully, he reached up and wrapped the collar onto his throat. He closed the clasp and secured it. He went to the bed, spun twice in a circle on his hands and knees, padded at the bedding to confirm it’s comfort, and then slumped into a ball, sleeping soundly only seconds later.

—

He went downstairs and ate his breakfast at Sirius's feet the next day. The sights and sounds were exhilarating and he consumed his bowl of canned dog food with a hearty constitution. Satisfied by the meal, he went to Master Sirius and began to beg.

“You’ve been fed Harry, what could you want?” he said and waved a dismissive hand at the boy. Harry pawed at him trying to get his attention and Sirius finally put his paper down to regard the boy with a stern look.

“He probably just wants some affection brother,” Remus said, taking their plates to the sink.

“Needy puppy, huh?” He stood and patted his hip commanding, “follow,” as he walked from the living room into a nearby lounge. Harry had spent little to no time in this room thinking it was mostly still unkempt, but someone must have been hard at work tidying it as it was now quite clean and furnished with comfortable if a bit old, loveseats and chairs.

Sirius went to the full-sized couch in the center of the room. He sat at one end and patted at the plush padding next to him. “Come on boy,” he said and Harry complied, jumping up to lay beside him. He rolled half back and exposed his underside.

Sirius began rubbing his tight stomach and Harry felt a warmth ascend up his spine. His legs and arms out and cocked back he maintained this position for a while as his godfather continued to give him solid belly rubs.

He saw Remus come in and take a chair nearby. They sat for a long while in companionable silence as Remus read and Sirius hummed a soft tune gently; all the while playing little games with Harry as he petted him on his belly and behind his ears. The boy had never felt more safe and secure in his whole life and he wanted the moment to stretch on forever.

He woke a few minutes later having dozed off to the warmth of the nearby fireplace and affectionate touching. As his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room he could hear a soft gasping and moaning. He looked around and saw that Remus was on his hands and knees blowing Sirius who was still seated next to Harry on the couch.

Remus made soft moaning and slurping sounds as he deep throated the man's massive girth. Harry watched with passive eyes, but soon found his own erection beginning to rise. He realized he was salivating and he got down onto the ground next to Remus. After a pause in the motion, he slid in and took over, pressing down and getting the majority of the shaft inside his mouth with effort.

Choking back a gag response Harry began bobbing his head back and forth. Sirius reached down and brushed a lock of his hair back and watched with narrowed eyes as the boy, not in control of himself, sucked his cock with intense enthusiasm.

Remus wiggled his way past Harry’s powerful frame with his own muscular rubber-clad body and began licking at Sirius' balls and the base of his shaft. The two went at it with an abundance of ardor. As their bodies rubbed and became covered in dripping saliva their wetted suits slid across each other, squeaking from the contact and slickness.

Sirius stood up and began using his hands to push their heads down more forcefully until they both began gagging and coughing in turn as they each slid his massive cock into their throats one at a time. He laughed and then slapped Harry lightly across the face. He pulled at Remus until the man was standing also.

Reaching down into the magical compartment that was near his hip Sirius pulled out his wand. He spun the wand in a circular motion with the tip pointed down and said, “Ligarus.” Harry felt his body stiffen as if pulled tight with unseen bindings. His arms were brought behind his back, crossed, as if he was cuffed.

“Leviosa,” Remus said with his own wand out now. The two men moved their wand in tandem and with the charms fully in place and Harry already under the influence of the necklace he floated mid-air at the perfect height.

Remus put his wand away and then holding Harry's mouth open slammed his erection deep into the boy's throat. His hind puppy paws dangling out beneath him suspended and bent at a ninety degree angle; he felt Sirius step between them from behind causing his suit to evaporate exposing his ass.

A large drip of lubricating spit fell onto his ass and Harry was unable to wince or cry in surprise as Sirius unceremoniously stuffed his full length and girth into his tight virgin ass. The lubricating properties of their enhanced saliva must have done something to protect and prepare him because, despite it surprising him immensely, he was able to accommodate the mass comfortably.

Sirius began to slide back and forth, his hips bumping into Harry’s plump ass cheeks. The boy was internally horrified, but was unable to do anything more than hyper-focus on one element at a time due to the power of the necklace. He felt the incredible pleasure of the two cocks as both men swayed in rhythm.

They worked slowly at first, taking their time and enjoying it.

“Wow Harry your asshole is so tight,” Sirius remarked and smiled with wicked mirth.

“What a splendid way to thank a good boy for joining us this evening brother,” Remus remarked as he removed his cock and smacked it about the helpless boy's face. The two men continued to have their way with him and after a while, Remus retrieved his wand.

“Leviosa,” he repeated and spun his wand to rotate Harry magically onto his back. His face now dangling down Remus reinserted himself into his throat and his testicles began to slap against Harry’s forehead. Spit dripped down his throat and face. Remus grabbed onto his wrists, pulling them from behind his back, and using his arms to pull for leverage as his thrusts became forceful.

Sirius never skipped a beat as the boy spun. His cock remained snuggly inside the boys' ass and as he rolled over Sirius grabbed at his legs and took one under each arm. He too began to thrust with urgency and vigor as he continued. Harry was helpless and moaned weakly as his own cock throbbed painfully from the punishing pace.

There was a rising surge of pleasure in his stomach that moved to his groin. It intensified and Harry was coming intensely a moment later. He felt the semen strike his chest and splatter all over. Sirius grabbed the boy’s cock and yanked it causing the last drops to dribble out.

“We’re going to fill you up my boy,” he promised, before letting go of Harry’s cock.

“Oh yes, you want us to show you how to be a Marauder Harry?” Remus mewled with his eyes squinting tight in ecstasy. He moaned a couple more pathetic squeals then exploded deep inside Harry’s throat and the boy had no choice but to swallow or choke.

Sirius hastened to the point of his rhythm being punishing. He smacked harder and harder with his thrusts and each one seemed to reach a little deeper and send a small shockwave of pleasure through the boy's body reminiscent of his orgasm, but muted. Finally, the older man howled, his head back like a feral dog before the moon, and filled Harry’s tight virgin hole with his jizz until it came running out and onto the floor.

After a pause of panting and slumped bodies the two men began cleaning themselves up with towels, they pulled from a nearby hutch. Remus threw a third to Harry and then they left, joking and laughing, slapping each other on the back and congratulating each other on their performances.

Harry took the towel and walked to the bathroom on the second floor in a daze. As he cleaned up he felt the effects of the spells fade and he had a massive headache. By the time he was under the covers of his bed he was exhausted and drifted off to sleep.

–

Harry woke in the deep of the night. It was dark inside his room and he refused to go to open the window. He liked the darkness because it was comforting somehow. He knew that he should be thankful. That he was so lucky to be blessed with this opportunity, but he bit his lip despite trying to convince himself that was true.

In the dark, he was reminiscent of his small room under the stairs at 4 Privet Drive. Those days had seemed so dismal and he often thought of his time there with a heavy heart when he was at Hogwarts, but now they seemed bearable.

He couldn’t bring himself to remember the times he’d had at the magical school, with his friends, and far from the worries of his past. No now he didn’t dare think of such wonderful things. It seemed greedy and stupid to be so selfish as to wish for that kind of freedom and love again.

Instead, Harry dwelled on Privet Drive. He thought of the Dursleys and all their awfulness. He thought of how it paled in comparison to the level of heartache he felt now. He wept as quietly as he could in the dark of that room, thinking of those past bad things, and hoped with all his being that the door wouldn’t creak open and the true horrors of his current situation rear their ugly, beautiful, sexy head.