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      Published: 2017-04-20 Updated: 2018-02-14 Chapters: 10/? Words: 41566
****** Dumbledore's Little Pet ******
by Finnian_Siog
Summary
     11 Year old Harry got in trouble for saying a bad word. Dumbledore's
     carrying out his punishment the muggle way: washing his mouth out
     with soap. But this greedy Headmaster won't stop there. He sees this
     as his chance to mold young, innocent Harry into his perfect pet.
Notes
     I do not own Harry Potter or any of these characters. I am not J.K.
     Rowling. I just like to torment Harry sometimes, I guess that's one
     thing we have in common.
***** "Asshole" *****
“Professor?”, The eleven year old boy asked, almost hugging the doorframe.
“Come in Harry, have a seat”, The Headmaster pointed to one of the two comfy
back-winged chairs on the other side of his desk. Harry sank into it looking
both scared and curious. The boy couldn’t keep his eyes off the knick-knacks
that cluttered the large mahogany desk. He’d never been inside the Headmaster’s
office before and he almost forgot the reason for his visit.
“Would you like some tea?” The Headmaster asked, getting up from his sitting
position and placing a few files in his desk drawer. “I have a very fruity
strawberry tea that just came in today”, he said before harry could answer.
“How many sugars do you take?”.
“Er, two please”. Harry played with the cuff of his robe while the Headmaster
busied with the tea. In no time at all, Harry had a steaming cup of strawberry
tea in front of him. He continued twisting the cuff of his robe, leaving the
tea untouched while the headmaster took a sip of his own. “Umm…”
“We must always remember, Harry, who it is we are addressing” Dumbledore cut
him off. “I believe Professor Snape may have goaded you on a bit, to be sure,
but that doesn’t excuse what you said. Professor Snape is deserving of your
respect and to call him such a thing, even when angered is not acceptable
behavior. I’m afraid Professor Snape was in the right having ordered you to
come see me.”
The boy looked up from his tea, meeting the Headmaster’s gaze. “I didn’t mean
to. It was an accident. It just sort of…slipped out” He finished, looking
sheepishly at his full cup of tea once more.
The Headmaster stood up and made his way over to Harry. When he was no more
than a foot from Harry’s chair, he made a motion for the boy to get up. After
Harry stood, Dumbledore placed both his hands on Harry’s shoulders, his gaze
intense.
“Harry, the word you used- that you called Professor Snape- that is a very bad
word. I don’t know where you learned such a foul word, but I never want any of
my staff to report you using such language again, am I clear?”
Harry dropped his head in fear. The grip on his shoulders didn’t hurt exactly,
and the Headmaster’s gaze wasn’t mean, just serious. Even so Harry never liked
being scolded by teachers he liked. If it were Snape, Harry would have just
glared back and taken his punishment. This was different; he didn’t want
Professor Dumbledore to think badly of him. He was scared the kind,
grandfatherly mentor would never again talk to him the way he used to, would
always be ashamed of him. Like Harry was already ashamed of himself. He should
have held his tongue when Snape started speaking badly of his father after
Harry’s potion exploded. The Slytherin’s were laughing at him and he was so
embarrassed with the entire incident, that he yelled that at least his father
wasn’t a complete asshole. That did it. Snape took fifty points from Gryffindor
and told him to go to the Headmaster’s office. He’d learned the word from his
uncle. Uncle Vernon used to yell bad words at the sports players on the telly,
and sometimes at Harry.
“Harry?”
Harry looked back up at the Headmaster. His eyes were starting to water. “Y-
yes. I’m sorry, Professor. It’ll never happen again, I swear”, he said dropping
his head back down.
“I certainly hope not. At least, it seems you understand that what you did was
very wrong and regret your actions” Dumbledore said, kinder. “But we still have
the matter of your punishment, I’m afraid”.
Albus Dumbledore was anything but afraid. In fact it took much-too-much effort
to conceal his giddiness. He knew it was a good idea to give Severus a teaching
position at Hogwarts, he just hadn’t known until now how good, and not just for
the order. He’s just so good at goading the boy; the beautiful raven-haired
nymph standing no more than a foot away with his bottom lip between his teeth.
So shy, so scared, so inviting. He knew he wanted him the moment he walked in
the double doors of Hogwarts, no maybe before that. The child was a hero, the
chosen one; defeating one of the most powerful dark wizards in history without
needing to lift a finger. It made the power-hungry Headmaster hard. He just
wasn’t able to get his hands on the boy until today. Harry Potter was just too
good. Not perfect, but he never did anything to warrant getting sent to his
office. But now-
“My boy, we must give you a punishment that fits your crime. And I’ve just
thought of the perfect thing”. Dumbledore waved his wand and all the papers,
knick-knack’s, tea, anything that had been on the headmaster’s desk, vanished.
“I believe in muggle households, they have a custom where foul language is
punished by having the child wash their mouth out with soap. Come here”, he
patted his desk.
“Sir, the-“
“Yes Harry the desk. Come sit on top of my desk so we can begin your
punishment”. Harry climbed up onto the desk. The Headmaster repositioned him so
that he was facing his own chair. The old wizard remained standing. “There now,
that’s better. I’m sorry that my desk isn’t the most comfortable seat, but this
is a punishment remember”.
Dumbledore then walked to the other side of his office and opened a door. Harry
could see the corner of a large four poster bed with purple sheets. Dumbledore
walked inside the adjoining room, leaving the door open. Harry no longer had a
view of his Headmaster. Dumbledore walked back out after a short time with a
small bag in his hand. From the bag he took out a small bottle and placed the
bag on the desk, away from Harry.
Dumbledore showed Harry the small clear bottle which was filled with a thick
creamy white liquid. “This, my dear boy, is my special facial soap made
especially for me by our very own house elves. They gift me with a bottle every
holiday. It really does do wonders to soften the skin”. The wizard took the
bottle in one hand and pumped a small dollop onto the index finger of his
other. “Now Harry, please open up. The sooner we begin your punishment, the
sooner you can go back up to your dormitory”.
Harry really didn’t want soap in his mouth. He had never been punished this way
before for bad language. Usually Uncle Vernon would whack him upside the head
or use his belt on him. Compared to that, a bad taste in his mouth was nothing
to be too worried about, but as Dumbledore’s soapy finger approached Harry’s
mouth, Harry couldn’t shake the thought that this was just wrong somehow. Harry
closed his eyes and slowly opened his mouth anyway.
Dumbledore touched his finger to Harry’s tongue, leaving a line of thick soap
in its wake. Harry scrunched up his face at the taste and invading finger.
“That’s right, now here’s some more” Dumbledore said, voice wispy. He couldn’t
keep his lust from edging into his tone. He took the bottle of soap and pumped
out a generous amount into his hand this time. The hand that wasn’t soapy
scooped some up and placed two of his fingers in Harry’s mouth. “Alright Harry,
close your mouth for me and suck the soap off my fingers”. Harry’s eyes opened
as his mouth closed around the wrinkled fingers of the Headmaster. Harry’s lips
started to suck. “Now lick my fingers clean”. Harry’s eyes began to water as
his tongue began to work, licking all over and in between his mentor’s fingers,
getting all the suds off. It tasted weird and made his tongue sting a little.
The headmaster began playing with Harry’s tongue, sliding it between his
fingers and twisting it this way and that. “Now open back up”, came the next
command. Harry opened his mouth, which by this point was full of suds, as every
lick made more and more. He looked like he had rabies, foaming at the mouth as
he was.
Dumbledore pulled out his wand and spelled his fingers clean. Next he picked up
the bag and took out a toothbrush. “Let us further this punishment by making
sure your mouth is as clean as can be”. The headmaster held Harry’s chin with
one hand and slid the toothbrush over the young boy’s soap covered teeth with
the other, brushing thoroughly.
Harry was in shock. The Headmaster was brushing his teeth for him like he was
three years old. With soap no less. It was beyond embarrassing. He knew he
could never let anyone else find out about this.
Just then, the Headmaster pushed the toothbrush a bit too far back and Harry
gagged a bit. “Ah, sorry my boy, just trying to be thorough. Need to brush that
tongue as well, gets rid of bad breath you know”.
Dumbledore couldn’t keep the smile off his face. He wished it were his cock the
boy had gagged on, but alas, a toothbrush would have to do…for now.
After brushing the suds into Harry’s teeth and tongue some more, the old wizard
removed the toothbrush from Harry’s mouth and placed it on the desk. He then
lifted Harry off the table and placed the young boy on his feet. “Let’s bring
you to rinse out that mouth”.
The Headmaster led Harry through the door that he had seen him go through to
get the soap. They walked quickly through the Headmaster’s bedchamber and into
a rather large bathroom. The Headmaster led the boy to a sink and allowed Harry
to rinse out his mouth. When Harry was done, the Headmaster asked Harry if his
relatives had ever punished him with soap before.
“No sir, they’ve never done something like this”.
“Hmm, what about lines?”.
“No sir.”
“A ruler to your backside perhaps?”
“N-No sir.”
“Ah, something more severe?’
“…Y-yes…sir.”
“Spankings?”.
Harry didn’t want to answer. “…Yes.” He finally said.
“Hmm, soap in the mouth does seem like a rather tame punishment compared to a
decent spanking, and I’m assuming your relatives may have hit you a little too
hard at times, yes?” The boy blushed and nodded, twisting his hands in his
robes. Dumbledore knew Harry’s relatives treated him worse than a dog, that
they beat him senseless on many an occasion. He just wanted an excuse to take
his punishment up a couple notches. “Well then I’m afraid you won’t fully learn
your lesson if I end your punishment here, will you?”
“S-sir? Are you going to hit me Professor?”
The boy looked absolutely frightened. Dumbledore grew harder. “Harry, you
should know that no professor at this school would ever cause you pain like
your relatives have. I’m only going to punish your misbehavior. I’m not saying
that it won’t hurt a little, but I would never mistreat one of my students,
Harry”.
The Headmaster abruptly pulled Harry to him, taking the boy in his arms. He
held the boy tightly against him, petting his hair. At first Harry was still
with shock at the hug. But as the Headmaster wouldn’t let him go, Harry slowly
relaxed. He was confused, his relatives had never hugged him before and Harry
was beginning to find a little comfort in the much older wizard’s odd embrace.
Feeling Harry relax into the hug, gave Dumbledore a sense of achievement. He
had won. The young boy’s guard was down; it’s was time to take advantage.
“Alright Harry”, the Headmaster began, leading Harry out of the room and back
into his office, “let us continue with your punishment”. He then transfigured a
few roles of parchment into a simple, but sturdy wooden chair with no armrests.
The Headmaster sat himself down. “I don’t know how you’ve been spanked in the
past, but I think the only way to properly dole out a spanking is to have the
person receiving the spanks to be bare, it will allow you to really feel the
slaps, which will encourage you to change your behavior in future. Harry,
please pull up your robe and lower your trousers now”.
Harry really didn’t want to. It was too humiliating to show his Headmaster, of
all people, his naked backside. He was even too embarrassed to undress in the
locker rooms; he always waited until everyone had gone. But he also didn’t want
to disappoint the Headmaster. He knew that he deserved this punishment and the
Headmaster was only trying to help him so he never got in trouble again.
Harry slowly undid the front button of his trousers and pulled them down. At
the Headmaster’s command, he slid his white, cotton briefs down as well. His
clothes remained a puddle around his ankles. Dumbledore stared at the red face
of Harry Potter. The boy was blushing so intently it looked like his head may
explode. Dumbledore soaked it all in, his tightly shut eyes, his cherry cheeks,
his quivering hands at the hem of his robes; he had yet to lift them.
Dumbledore patted his thigh, “Come here my boy. Lift those robes and lay across
my lap”. Harry did as he was told. His crotch touching Dumbledore’s silk robes
as his arms and legs dangled off the sides of the char. “I’m going to give you
twenty slaps, Harry. Count them out loud for me”.
Harry felt the rush of air, then nothing, and then his bum was on fire.
“AAAAAahhhh! Pro-professor!”.
“Harry, you need to count them remember? Let’s start over”.
Once again air, nothing, then fire. “AAAaahhh! AH-O-o-one!”.
“Very good”.
Then came another. “TTAAAahhh! TWO!” Then another. “THA-THRee!”. Harry grasped
onto the legs of the transfigured chair so hard his knuckles turned white.
The blows fell one after another. Some came quickly and with only a short
window of opportunity to shout out what number he was on, while others came
slower, giving Harry a chance to breath and dreading which cheek was going to
get the majority of the heat this time. Harry started crying around fifteen.
Dumbledore was in heaven. The feel of those smooth round ass-cheeks when he
slapped them, the feel of them when he caressed them in between slaps, it was
glorious. They were so pert, so reddened by his own hand. He wished he could
cast a spell to keep them that way. Oh well, he decided he would just refuse to
give the lad salve instead. He’d play it off as a way to further instill the
punishment. He really didn’t want the spanking to end though, but he told
himself there was even more fun to be had after.
After the last blow landed, Harry screamed the number twenty, his voice hoarse
and continued his hiccupping sobs. Dumbledore could tell Harry has forgotten
that he only had twenty slaps and was dreading the next. Dumbledore placed his
hand softly on Harry’s beautiful bum and rubbed the small reddened mounds for a
few minutes. Harry’s crying was starting to abate when Dumbledore slid a finger
down the cleft of his cheeks, and began rubbing up and down, back and forth
across Harry’s little hole.
Harry squirmed at the odd sensation of having the crease of his bum rubbed. “P-
Professor? W-what are you doing?”
“It’s alright Harry. I’m only getting you ready for the next part of your
punishment”.
“Next part? It’s not over?” Harry asked astonished, looking over his shoulder
at the headmaster’s working hand.
“No, I’m afraid I must instill in you how very awful that word you called
Professor Snape truly is. That word you called him, it was ‘asshole’, correct?”
Harry nodded. “Do you know what it means?”
“A bad word for a donkey?”
Ah, so young. So innocent. “Well, the word ‘ass’ means donkey, but ‘asshole’ is
something different” Dumbledore began. “Asshole is another word for the little
hole between your cheeks”.
“My mouth?” Harry tilted his head, confused.
Dumbledore shook his head, “No, the other little hole between your other
cheeks”.
Harry stared, then his eyes widened and his face flushed as acknowledgement hit
him. “My b-bum hole?”
“Yes harry, adults like to call it an asshole. But it is a very bad word to
call someone. Do you now understand why?”
Bumhole. Harry had called Snape a bumhole. Snape was mean and unfair, but he
wasn’t a disgusting bumhole. No wonder he got in so much trouble. No wonder the
Headmaster had punished him so much. If someone had compared him to a
disgusting hole where poop comes out, he would be super mad too.
Harry got up and sat properly on the Headmaster’s lap, his trousers and
underwear still around his ankles, and smiled up at the man. “Yes sir, I
understand. That word is really bad and I should never ever have called someone
that. I know why you had to punish me like you did” Harry felt that sense of
trust again. Dumbledore was doing everything he could to help Harry understand
what he did wrong and why he was being punished. Uncle Vernon would have just
beaten him senseless and yelled at him without explaining anything. Uncle
Vernon hated him, but the Headmaster really cared about him, like more than a
student, maybe even like a friend…or family.
Dumbledore could see in the boy’s eyes the trust and longing to be loved and
cared for. He had a feeling that if he said what he was planning on saying, the
young hero would let him do anything he wished.
“Harry, I want you to know that what I did today, what we’re doing, I’m only
doing because I care greatly for your well-being. I’m putting you through all
this,” Dumbledore waved his hand at nothing in particular, “because I love
you”.
Harry saw a twinkle in the man’s eyes and hugged the Headmaster. Professor
Dumbledore returned the hug with vigor and got up, carrying Harry bridal-style
to his desk. The headmaster broke the hug and placed Harry on the side of his
desk, positioning him on his stomach, with his bum in the air.
Dumbledore took in the sight of the young, eleven year old boy, laying doggy-
style on his desk. He was on his elbows, head bowed, touching the desk. His ass
was high in the air, supported by his knees.
“Alright Harry, this next punishment will further your understanding of why
you’re being punished. When you first entered my office, I cleaned your mouth
out with soap, now I will clean out your asshole with soap”.
“My- you’re going to…?
“It’s alright to say the word this time Harry. We are not directing the word at
anyone; we are just simply calling your hole, what it is. Now go on, what did
you want to ask?”
“Professor, you’re going to put soap in my a-asshole?”
“Yes, that’s right. Do you know why?”
“Er…because my asshole is dirty sir? Umm, because…because nobody should be
called something so dirty it needs to be cleaned like this? Sir?”
“Well I just wanted to check to see if your asshole, the foul word you called
Professor Snape, was as dirty as your foul mouth”. Dumbledore fucking loved the
look on the kid’s face. “You see Harry, you may not know this as I suspect the
Dursley’s never really cared much for your hygiene, but most folk clean out
their assholes at least once a day, during their morning or nightly shower.
Those who like to keep themselves extra clean, clean their holes twice a day.
It’s a natural thing. I’m going to be using soap to clean out your hole and
then we’ll rinse you out with water. Most people only use water to clean out
their holes, as soap can sting, so your punishment is that I’m going to do it
for you, being thorough with soap, kind of like I brushed your teeth with soap
instead of toothpaste for you earlier. It’ll hurt a little. Understand now?”.
Harry was still getting used to the idea that cleaning your bum- asshole was a
normal, everyday thing to do. He knew he had to pay close attention to how the
Headmaster did it, so he could remember to do it himself tomorrow.
“Yes, I understand. And thank you Professor for the punishments I need, and for
cleaning out my asshole.”
Dumbledore could see the boy was afraid, and yet he still accepts, practically
wants to be punished, and to have Dumbledore clean out his little hole for him.
What a good boy. When this is over, he will need to find a way to keep his
little pet coming back for more punishments.
“Alright harry,” The Headmaster said, putting on some purple surgical gloves.
“I want you to spread your legs wider for me”.
Harry did. He widened his legs as far as they could go so he wouldn’t
disappoint his grandfatherly mentor. Harry was still very much afraid. The
headmaster said the soap would hurt, would sting his hole, but he knew he
needed this. If Professor Dumbledore says he needs this punishment then he most
certainly does. Harry wanted the Headmaster to be proud of him; he wanted to
make him happy even.
“Good job, nice and wide”. Dumbledore could see a small smile grace the young
face, put there by his words. “We can now proceed with the punishment. I’m
going to put some of my soap on my finger, and some on your hole. Then I’m
going to insert my finger inside you. Have you ever put anything inside your
asshole, Harry?” Dumbledore knew he hadn’t.
“No sir, I’ve never cleaned out my hole before”.
“You’ve never even experimented with your finger?”
“No, sir”.
“Your wand?”
“My wand?”
“You’ve never put your wand up your bum?”
“No! Why would-“
“It’s alright Harry. Some people like to put things up their bum as it feels
really good”. Dumbledore was straining against the fabric of his robes. He
wanted to corrupt this young boy further.
“It feels good to have something up your bum?” Harry didn’t know if he believed
that, but if the Headmaster said so, it must be true.
“Some people do, others don’t. You’re saying you’ve never experimented with
your bum? Not even a small toy when you were younger?”
“No, sir”.
“Alright then, that means this may hurt a little more than I was anticipating”
At the look from Harry, Dumbledore continued. “Not to worry, I’ll be cleaning
you out very slowly, and you may even enjoy it despite the pain”. Dumbledore
was going to make sure young Harry would enjoy it thoroughly, so thoroughly
that he came back for more.
The Headmaster did as he said he was going to do. He pumped some soap onto his
purple, gloved index finger and rubbed it around until in covered the entire
digit. He also put a small squirt of soap at Harry’s entrance. Harry looked
over his shoulder that the entire scene waiting for his penetration and pain to
begin. The Headmaster placed his soapy gloved finger at Harry’s hole and slowly
pushed against the muscle there. Harry couldn’t see everything that was going
on. He felt a little pressure and a tiny sting from the soap against his hole,
but nothing else. He relaxed.
Once the boy turned his head back around and relaxed himself, thinking the
finger was already in, Dumbledore pushed the gloved digit inside with one swift
thrust, breaching through the tight ring of muscle of Harry’s small sphincter.
“AAAAhhhh! Ooww!” That hurt. That. Really. Hurt. Harry wanted that finger out.
Now. Besides the pain, a finger up his bum- asshole felt too weird. Harry
thought it felt like he had to go to the toilet really bad. He didn’t like it.
“Pro-professor, pl-please take it out”, Harry whimpered.
“Hush now, you’re okay” Dumbledore calmly said as he began to rub circles on
Harry’s lower back with his other hand. “Be a good boy and loosen up so I can
put the rest of my finger inside”.
“There’s more?” Harry asked incredulously.
“Yes pet, now relax”.
Only the first knuckle of Dumbledore’s index finger was inside Harry. He could
feel the tightness squeezing around him. Dumbledore’s cock leaked a little
precum at the sensation. Oh how he wanted to fuck the boy hard and fast on his
finger until he saw blood, make him scream in pain. But Dumbledore was a
patient man. He knew he had to take this slow, make Harry feel both pain and
pleasure tonight, to keep him coming back. And the young hero would keep
coming; Dumbledore was already forming plans for his little pet. Dumbledore was
going to turn Harry Potter into his own little masochistic slave, to use and
manipulate for many years to come. Harry would learn to love the pain
Dumbledore would graciously inflict on him. All in the name of love of course.
Dumbledore slowly pulled out of Harry and generously coated his glove covered
index finger with the thick white soap again. He then slowly and carefully
reinserted it, going deeper than before until he reached his second knuckle.
Dumbledore continued to rub the boy’s back through all of this, whispering
words of encouragement intermingled with a few more sexual phrases that he
hoped would bypass the boy’s current consciousness and manifest in the child’s
dreams that night. This shouldn’t be a problem as the man assumed the boy was
really only focused on two things: his intruding finger and the words “good
boy”. He knew the words had an effect on the boy. Every time he spoke them,
Harry gave a small reaction; he could feel the boy relax his anal muscles for
just a second every time the words were spoken. The effect of the finger was
obvious. Pain. But that would change soon. Dumbledore was forcefully opening
the virginal entrance of a boy who had only just turned eleven five months
prior. Of course it would hurt, no matter how gentle the man was being. The
kid’s little hole was not made for this, but of course, Harry didn’t need to
know that. And the longer the man worked the boy’s hole, the more he thought
that if it was going to hurt the kid anyway, why not just get it over with
quickly. The man was losing his patience; he was too hard. The boy’s little
gasps and whimpers serenaded Dumbledore’s cock until he couldn’t take it
anymore and quickly shoved his finger the rest of the way into Harry’s tightly
gripping channel.
“AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!...I…Oowww…oow”. Harry was sobbing loudly and
trying to get up and dislodge the Headmaster’s finger.
“Harry, my boy, it’s alright. Don’t try to move. Your punishment isn’t over
yet”. Dumbledore said trying to hold Harry still so he wouldn’t get free. It
was a challenge. Harry struggled to get up and off the desk. Dumbledore had to
physically grab hold of his middle with one arm while his index finger was
still buried all the way inside Harry’s hole.
“Pl-please…I…I can’t! It h-hurts too much. My bum is being torn apart
Professor!”
“No it’s not Harry. You’re fine I promise. This is how it is for everyone the
first time they clean out their asshole, well all except the soap. And if you
had started much sooner like you should have, it wouldn’t hurt as much. You
never thought it was strange that a hole that gets so dirty wouldn’t need
cleaning? You should have asked an adult about this much sooner. It’s too late
now, and this is the result. You are partially to blame for this pain. I’m only
grateful that I was able to find out now that you haven’t been washing out your
hole, instead of five years from now. Imagine how much it would hurt then! I’m
very disappointed in you Mr. Potter for not having the foresight to clean out
your filthy hole when you noticed it was a very dirty place! And not only that,
but to struggle against me, to cry and fight when I’m only trying to help you…I
truly am ashamed”. Dumbledore looked sternly down at Harry, who had his mouth
agape with tears still streaming down his cheeks. How fucking delicious.
Dumbledore knew that little bit of emotional abuse would be his saving grace.
He had him now.
Harry couldn’t speak. His once kindly Headmaster had told him the truth. He
hadn’t sugar coated it with smiles and tea. He had been very blunt. Harry was a
bad boy. He hadn’t cleaned out his stupid, filthy, poop-filled hole like he
obviously should have all these years. Of course everyone else cleans their
assholes, it’s only natural. If he got poop on his foot or any other part of
his body, he would clean that right? Well duh! He wouldn’t just clean it, he’d
make it spotless, like Aunt Petunia’s kitchen floor. He had to wash the floor
with soap and water every day and polish it once a week. Otherwise it would
have dirt from people’s shoes on it. And poop is much more disgusting than
dirt.
Harry sank down, boneless on the desk. His fight had gone out and he wept in
his hands. Dumbledore rubbed his back some more with his free hand and cooed
reassuring words. “It’s alright Harry. We know now, don’t we? You’ll be okay,
pet. We’ll get through this together”. Slowly, Dumbledore calmed the child down
until he was out of tears and they were ready to continue. Dumbledore ordered
Harry back on his knees and elbows, and Harry obeyed. No fuss, no whimpering,
he just did as he was told. Harry even looked back and gave Dumbledore a watery
smile to show he was ready to listen and obey anything the man asked of him.
Dumbledore gave the boy a warm smile of his own and rubbed the boy’s ass-cheek
to show all was forgiven.
“If we’re ready, I’m going to slowly pull my finger out of your hole so I can
coat it with more soap alright?”
“Yes Professor, thank you sir”. The boy grinned back at him.
As Dumbledore retracted his finger from the boy’s hole, he noticed Harry was
trying not to make a sound, and even going so far as to try to make it look
like he wasn’t feeling any discomfort at all. His face was scrunched up a bit,
but other than that, nothing.
“It’s alright to show that you’re in pain, Harry. It will better help me cause
you less, I imagine”.
“Yes, sir”.
Harry’s face immediately changed into one of agony and he let slip a few pain-
filled grunts as Dumbledore finally popped his finger out of the boy’s
traumatized and quivering entrance.
“A-am I bleeding? I think I might be bleeding”. The boy asked frightened, but
not trying to be disobedient.
There was indeed some blood on the man’s purple gloved finger. Not an excessive
amount, but enough that the soap in the teared tissue should be doubly painful.
Dumbledore smiled on the inside, but hid his feelings well. “No Harry. No
blood. I told you it wouldn’t damage you, only hurt you some at first”. His lie
was swallowed easily. Harry trusted him completely.
“Oh, okay. So, more soap then?”
“Yes. Why don’t you reach over and grab that bottle for me”.
“Okay”. Harry lifted himself to his knees, and twisting around, grabbed the
bottle with one of his hands. “Here, Professor”.
“Why don’t you squirt some out on my hand for me, my boy?”
“Alright, how much?” Harry began squirting.
“There, that’s about right. That looks like plenty”.
Harry stopped squirting out the soap and placed the bottle back on the desk
beside him. Then he got back on his knees and elbows, patiently waiting for the
Headmaster to continue. The much older man told Harry what a good boy he was
being and began to slowly reinsert his finger. The soap hurt a lot, but Harry
was determined not to tell the Headmaster to stop. He needed this after all,
not just the cleaning, but the punishment too. He bit his lip and let the man
slide his finger in and out, twisting this way and that. After a while his hole
began to accommodate the headmaster’s finger better, and the soap was the only
thing that hurt. And the soap didn’t hurt as much as the finger entering, that
was a searing pain that made Harry feel like his hole was tearing. The soap
just stung a real lot.
Dumbledore noticed Harry’s hole was loosening nicely. He could now easily slide
his finger in and out, lubed with plenty of soap, with no real resistance. But
it really was only one finger after all. Imagine if he were to start shoving
his cock in there. The kid would probably die. He kept on his ministrations for
a little while, then popped his finger back out of Harry’s slickened hole. The
child relaxed completely. He thought his punishment was all over. Not quite.
“Harry, I’m very proud of you for handling this so well now. We had a rather
shaky beginning, but I believe you truly understand that I’m only trying to
help you. I think we can add another finger, don’t you?”
“Another? O-okay, sir. If that’s what will help”.
“Yes, trust me. Now I’m going to apply a lot of soap, but this may still hurt.
Hold on a little bit longer Harry”.
“Would you like me to pump the soap for you?”
“Certainly”. What a good child, helping Dumbledore torture his hole further. He
really will make a fine masochist someday.
After Harry pumped the soap into Dumbledore’s hand, the man told Harry to get
back into position. Harry did so, patiently waiting. Dumbledore placed the two
fingers at his hole and pushed in a little, only up to where his nailbed began.
Harry felt his tight opening stretch at the wider invasion. It hurt, but not
like when his Headmaster had opened him the first time.
Dumbledore began to open his fingers inside the boy’s entrance and heard Harry
gasp. Dumbledore closed them and moved his fingers forward to the first
knuckles slowly. He could tell Harry was in pain, especially because he had
torn the poor boy the last time, and the soap was seeping into his injuries.
Dumbledore moved even further, stretched and scissored the boy’s hole, then
moved forward again till his two fingers were all the way in. Harry was
grunting and his face was screwed up, eyes closed tight.
“Harry, what I’m about to do will hurt you further, but bear with it. After a
while, your hole will loosen and grow accustomed to the size”.
“Okay Professor, thank you”.
“You’re very welcome Harry. Thank you for being such a good boy”.
Harry smiled back at him and mentally prepared himself for what was to come.
Just then Harry could feel the fingers of the Headmaster move slowly out of
him, stopping just before they popped out of his asshole. Then they were slowly
moving back in until they could go no further. Out and in, out and in. It
started off slowly, then the speed got faster and faster. Sometimes the fingers
would suddenly stop and open up inside him, stretching some part of him, then
continue just as fast as they were.
Dumbledore never thought he would ever have the chance to finger fuck Harry
Potter, but dreams do indeed come true. With every thrust the boy gasped,
whimpered, or muffled a scream. It was quite nice. After a while, his hole was
loosening and the boy’s noises were quieting. The boy’s face was still
scrunched up, but that was the soap’s doing. And now that the soap was the only
thing causing Harry pain, Dumbledore could continue with his plan. For the
first time Dumbledore quickly thrust his fingers in a hook-like way, and
reached Harry’s virgin prostate at last.
Harry gasped, filling his lungs with air like a boy who had just been drowning.
The Headmaster had hit something inside of him and Harry didn’t know how he
felt. It was intense. It didn’t hurt, well the soap did, but this kind of made
him forget about that for a moment. At that second, a flash of white was the
only thing in his brain. Then it was over and the pain created by the soap was
back. Well the pain never really went away, it just…didn’t matter.
Harry looked over his shoulder at his Headmaster. “Wha-what was that?” Harry
asked, out of breath.
Dumbledore looked puzzled for a moment and asked, “Oh, this?”
The bright White flash was back! It only lasted an instant. Then it was gone
again. Harry couldn’t speak. He nodded his head.
“That is what good little boys who clean out their holes like their supposed to
get for their trouble. That my boy, is called your prostate”.
“Oh”. Harry didn’t know what else to say. He faced forward and waited for those
gloved fingers to hit that spot again. But the Headmaster pulled his fingers
out of Harry’s hole instead.
“Professor, is my punishment over?” One part of him, the part called his
prostate, kind of hoped it wasn’t.
“Yes Harry, I think you’ve been punished enough for one night”. Always keep
them wanting more. “Now we just need to rinse out the soap, okay?”
“Okay Professor”.
“Harry I’m going to carry you over to the bathroom now. I need you to hold onto
the soap in your asshole. You need to clench your hole or the suds will start
to leak out, and we wouldn’t want a mess now, would we?”
“Ye- I mean no Professor, we wouldn’t. I won’t let any soap spill out”.
Dumbledore ran his fingers through the black strands of Harry’s head, “That’s
my good boy”. He said smiling warmly down at his pet. Harry leaned into the
touch and smiled back. Dumbledore lifted Harry’s small frame up from the desk
and carried him into the bathroom. Harry’s robes fell back in place, but his
trousers and briefs were still around the boy’s ankles. What he wouldn’t give
to just take the boy to bed now. When he reached the bathroom, he deposited the
small boy on the blue tiles and told him to remove his trousers and underwear
completely from his body. Harry stepped out of both. He then told the boy to
get on the tiled floor on his hands and knees. The boy did that too. Dumbledore
took out his wand and summoned the enema syringe. He magically filled it with
water and placed it at the boy’s entrance.
“Harry, I’m going to put the tip of this syringe inside your asshole and push
the plunger. Your anal cavity will fill with a lot of water. It will be very
uncomfortable, but won’t damage you. I want you to be a good boy for me and
take all of it, alright?”
“Okay Professor”. Harry wasn’t too worried this time. It was only water after
all.
Dumbledore pushed the plunger slowly until there wasn’t any water left inside.
The boy looked a little uncomfortable, but that was all. The elderly wizard
could fix that.
“Good job Harry, you did really well with the first one. Now when I take this
out, you need to clench really hard so nothing spills out before I can give you
the next one”.
“Next o-“ but before Harry could finish the syringe was out and the next one
was in its place. If he thought he was uncomfortable before, he was definitely
in pain now. Harry could see his stomach expanding and it made him panic. He
could imagine himself popping like a balloon. Then he could feel the
Headmaster’s hand on his head and he remembered what his mentor had said. It
wouldn’t damage him. Harry realized he wasn’t going to pop. If the Headmaster
said he would be fine, then he would be. That didn’t stop the tears that
silently leaked from his eyes however.
“Very, very good boy. You’re doing so well, my pet. We’re almost done now. When
I pull the syringe out this time remember to clench”
Harry could feel the syringe leaving his body, it took him everything he had to
not let the water escape. At least until he felt something cold touch his hole.
A cold round object penetrated his hole. It was thin at first, then got wider
and wider until it was just a bit wider than the two fingers that had been in
there not long ago. Then it quickly got thinner as it settled into place.
“There. I’ve placed a plug inside of you so the water can’t escape. You can
move around now Harry”.
The plug didn’t really hurt. It just felt odd. Harry turned around and sat
facing the Headmaster on the tile floor, crotch covered by his robe.
Dumbledore looked down at the young boy, belly protruding obscenely in his
school robe. Harry looked like he had gotten knocked up eight months prior.
Dumbledore had to shift himself in his robes. “Let’s wait a few minutes before
we take the plug out. I really want to get all the soap out on the first try”.
“Okay sir. Umm…is this how people normally clean out their holes? With the,
umm…”
“It’s called an enema, and yes most people use one. There are lots of ways one
can go about it though”.
“Oh…okay”.
After a while the Headmaster told Harry to sit over the toilet. He was going to
take the plug out.
“Er, sir? I know I’ve never done this before, but do you think I could do this
part alone, maybe?”
“Don’t worry about being embarrassed Harry, everyone does it. And I need to see
if you get all the soap out”.
Harry wanted to argue this further. He really didn’t want his Headmaster to see
him…well, do his business, but he didn’t want to cause any more trouble for the
man, so he sat on the toilet backwards with his back toward the headmaster and
waited.
“Alright Harry, I’m pulling out the plug now”. And out it came. All of it. The
water and soap rushed out like a fountain, giving Harry cramps and an
embarrassment that will last his whole life. When it was done, the headmaster
told him to stand up and bend over. Dumbledore inspected Harry’s hole and told
him that all the soap was out.
“Good job, my boy. Your first enema must have been tough. I’m glad you pulled
through without too much trouble” The man said, standing up properly.
Dumbledore instructed the boy to put his clothes back on, and once that was
done, lead him back to his office. Dumbledore took out his wand and re-
materialized everything that had been on his desk at the start of Harry’s
visit. Harry’s still full cup of tea sat just where it had been.
“I hoped you learned your lesson tonight, Harry. Don’t call anyone any bad
words, alright?”
Harry nodded and smiled up at his Headmaster, “I won’t sir”.
“And don’t forget to clean out your hole every night before you go to sleep”.
Harry nodded again.
Dumbledore went to open the door for his favorite student, then stopped with
his hand on the door handle. He looked Harry in the eyes, his half-moon
spectacles slid down the tiniest bit. “Harry, I want you to remember this, it
wouldn’t be a good idea to try and talk to your housemates or the other
professors about cleaning out that hole. It is a very embarrassing and
sensitive topic for a lot of people. And it’s always done in private. I’m sure
you’ve never seen Mr. Weasley cleaning out his hole, or even discussing it with
anyone, am I right?”
“No sir, like I said I hadn’t even known you should”.
“Exactly. It’s just not something we talk about. I would very much appreciate
it if you keep what we did here tonight, to yourself”.
“Oh, I would never dream of telling anyone about…yeah, too embarrassing”.
“Yes, that’s right”. Good. Nobody will ever find out about this. He knew Harry
would never be able to tell, he just wanted to make absolute certain.
Dumbledore opened the door for Harry, but harry just stood there. Dumbledore
knew exactly what Harry was too embarrassed to ask.
Harry looked down at the spiraling staircase but he couldn’t move. He needed to
ask this question, but what if the Headmaster said no? Hadn’t he caused the man
too much trouble already? But he can’t do this by himself, Headmaster
Dumbledore knows so much more about all of this. He needed Dumbledore to help
him, even if he would be forever embarrassed…and in pain. Then a little voice
inside Harry's head spoke up: maybe the Headmaster knows a way to clean out his
hole that includes that blinding white prostate feeling again. Even if the pain
comes with it.
“Professor?”
“Yes, Harry?”
“Umm, I still don’t really know what I’m doing when it comes to cleaning out my
asshole, so... do you think…would you, if you have the time of course, be able
to help me out tomorrow night, maybe?” Harry held his breath. Did he even
really want this?
“I have some time around eight, if that works. I wouldn’t want this to take
away from your homework time”.
Harry let out his breath. He was relieved. “Yes, eight o’clock is perfect. I’ll
be here sir”.
Dumbledore nodded. “Alright Harry, now run along”. Dumbledore said giving his
new pet a light slap to his rump. The man watched the boy make his way down the
spiral stairs and smiled at what his plans for tomorrow’s lesson would mean for
the boy- no, his pet.
***** Harry's Length *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Harry woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed and waited until everyone had
left the dorm for breakfast. His bum no longer hurt from the spanking, the
finger, or the soap he had endured last night and he wanted a shower.
After he had left the Headmaster’s office last night, he met up with Ron in the
common room. They played a game of chess, Ron won of course. His best friend
had caught him staring at his bum and asked what was up. He couldn’t say. The
Headmaster had told him it was not something people talked about. He wondered
when and how Ron cleaned out his asshole. Did he use an enema too? The
Headmaster had said there were other ways. What were they? Harry told himself
he would ask when he saw the man again.
When Harry was in the shower, he wondered if he should try to clean his hole.
Dumbledore had said some people clean them twice a day, hadn’t he? And he had
already used the toilet before getting in the shower. He didn’t want to walk
around with a dirty asshole, now that he knew everyone else cleaned theirs.
Heck, his dorm mates probably cleaned out their holes this morning, before
going down to breakfast. The showers were set up as individual stalls with a
curtain that most of them spelled closed, so people couldn’t open them
unexpectedly as a joke. That had happened for a week during his first month at
Hogwarts. Fred, George, and a few other boys would open a few curtains while
students took showers. The student was always embarrassed and yelled to “cut it
out!” if it was them. The perpetrators would always run away laughing at their
game. Harry didn’t know the spell to keep his curtain closed at the time, and
always got paranoid that it might happen to him. The staff had to make a rule
against opening other student’s shower curtains, and the incidents pretty much
stopped. Everyone still spells their curtain closed before taking showers, but
now it’s mainly out of habit.
Harry decided to try cleaning his hole himself. He wanted to be able to tell
the Headmaster that he was able to do it, or that he at least tried. He wanted
the Headmaster to pet his head again and tell him he was a good boy. Nobody but
Professor Dumbledore had ever said that to him, and it made him feel really
warm inside.
Harry didn’t know how he should clean out his hole. He decided to try using a
finger. He pushed at his entrance with his index finger and nothing. His finger
wouldn’t go in. He pushed harder but that was hurting him, so he stopped. Harry
remembered the soap that the Headmaster used. He didn’t want to use soap, he
didn’t want his hole to sting, so he decided he needed to use water to make his
finger slippery enough to slide in. He put his finger under the warm stream of
the shower, then placed it at his hole. It slowly went in a little, but it
hurt. Harry needed something else. He got out of the shower, wrapped in a
towel, and peeked out the bathroom door. Nobody was in the dorm. He quickly
grabbed a bottle of hand cream and made his way back to the shower. He coated
his finger in the lotion and hoped it wouldn’t sting. He brought his finger
back to his opening for a third time and pushed. It slowly went in. there was
some pressure, but it didn’t hurt. Harry’s fingers were a lot smaller than the
Headmaster’s had been, and he managed to get his whole finger in without pain.
Harry exhaled the breath he hadn’t remembered holding. He then started to move
his finger in and out the way the Headmaster had. It felt kind of good after a
while. When Harry withdrew his finger he noticed it was a little brown. He was
instantly disgusted and cleaned it off with excessive amounts of soap and
water. He should have used gloves like the Headmaster. He didn’t want to put
his finger back in his hole, but he had to get the lotion out. He worked
quickly, coating his finger in water and pushing it into and out of his hole.
He did this multiple times. The more lotion he took out, the more his hole
began to hurt as it only had water to lube it. Eventually Harry was done. He
finished cleaning himself and got out of the shower. He got dressed and made
his way to his first class. He had missed breakfast.
After dinner that evening, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat doing homework in the
common room.
“Harry”, Hermione whispered. There were a few students in the common room and
she didn’t want to be over heard. “Why didn’t you come down for breakfast? Does
it have something to do with Nicolas Flammel? Did you find out who he is?”
“Oh, um…no. I was just, um, taking care of something”.
“Hermione!” A loud voice said behind them. “You don’t go around asking guys
what their on about in the wee hours of the mornin’!” Fred bellowed.
“Have some class Hermione! Why else would he wait for everyone to leave before
getting out of bed!” George added. “Can’t anyone get some privacy anymore?”
Hermione gaped at them; cheeks flushed, and stomped away to the girl’s
dormitory.
Fred rested his arm on Harry’s shoulder. George sat on the arm of Ron’s fluffy
chair. “Starting a bit early are we Harry?” Fred said, smirk on his face.
“What do you mean early? You and I started when we were ten”. George stated,
grinning at his twin.
“Ah, you may have started when you were ten, but I started at nine. Anyway
Harry,” Fred turned back to look at the small boy. “There’s nothing wrong with
getting your rocks off, but most people just pull round their curtains, use a
simple silencing spell, and do it in their bed”.
“Yeah, no need to get up mate. Just like our little Ronnikins”, George said.
At that Ron blushed and threw a throw pillow at his brother.
The twins got up and left, laughing as they went.
“Don’t listen to them mate, they just want to embarrass us”, said Ron.
“…Yeah”. Harry replied, not really understanding the conversation. At first he
thought they were talking about what Harry was really doing that morning, even
though you’re not supposed to talk about it. Then again the Twins always talk
about stuff they shouldn’t. Then they said he could do it in bed, and that
didn’t make sense so Harry came to the realization that they were talking about
something else. Something that the twins have been doing since they were nine
and ten, something Ron was also doing. What was it? If it isn’t cleaning out
your hole, what could it be? Harry thought that whatever it was, he probably
wasn’t doing it. He wanted to ask, but Ron got angry when the twins brought it
up. He’ll just have to ask the Headmaster about this too.
When it was almost eight o’clock, Harry went up to his dorm to put on his robe
and saw a manila envelope lying on his bed. Harry opened the clasp and reached
in and touched the edge of a magazine. He pulled it out halfway and immediately
pushed it back in. He looked around, but there was nobody in the dorm room.
There were a few people taking showers, but he decided it was safe. He pulled
the magazine all the way out and read the small note taped to the front. It
read:
If you need any help in the mornings you can always borrow my friend here. This
one’s helped me and George a lot through the years and we thought you could
give it a good home. Sorry that some of the pages are a little stuck together,
you know how it is.
Yours truly,
Fred
Harry did not know how it was. Is this what they had been talking about?
Reading dirty magazines in the morning? Harry ripped the note off the cover of
the porno and was greeted with a very busty blond witch with no clothes on. She
winked up at Harry and blew him a kiss. Harry blushed and felt his penis
tingle. He quickly stashed it under his pillow and put on his robe. He’d look
at the magazine for a few minutes later and return it. It’s not that he didn’t
like what he saw. He liked it very much in fact. He just felt odd ogling the
pretty woman, like it was a violation somehow. And he didn’t need more than a
day to look through it either. Why would they think he wanted to look at a
dirty book every single morning? Wouldn’t it eventually get boring? It just
didn’t add up.
When he arrived at the Headmaster’s office he said the password and knocked on
the door.
“Come in”.
Harry did. He wasn’t hugging the doorframe this time. He had asked to be here.
“Ah Harry, there you are”.
“I’m sorry I’m late professor”, Harry said.
“Not at all, my boy. It’s still five minutes to eight”.
“Oh, okay”. Harry decided he would ask about the magazine first. “Sir, I wanted
to ask-“
“Hold on a moment Harry”. The headmaster cut in, holding a hand up. “I think I
should set some rules before we begin”.
“Rules? What kind of rules?” Harry was confused. Was Dumbledore saying he had
to get his homework done before they started or something? He had already
completed his homework for tomorrow’s classes before he came down. What else
could it be?
“Don’t look so worried, my boy. It’s nothing bad. I just think it would be best
to have each of our little…sessions start the same way. I think first we should
begin by having you strip off your clothing. Yes, I think that having you
remove your clothing once the door closes, would be the best way to start each
night”.
He had to strip? Right here in the office? Right now, with the Headmaster
watching? He couldn’t!
“What’s wrong Harry? You didn’t expect to keep your clothes on? How would I
clean that hole of yours with fabric in the way?”
“No, I- I mean I know I need to take off my trousers, like last time, but…um,
everything else too?”
“Yes Harry, cleaning out a hole can get a little messy sometimes, as you can
probably imagine. It would be much easier with all your clothes removed”,
Dumbledore said.
“Oh, yeah. I guess your right”.
“Now enough talk, please precede my boy”. Dumbledore said patiently. He wasn’t
feeling very patient though. He sat down at his desk and pretended he wasn’t
paying any attention to the boy.
“Alright sir”, Harry said before removing his robe. He turned around, facing
the door and pulled down his trousers next. Then he pulled his jumper up over
his head and then his under shirt. He sat on the floor and undid his shoes,
pulling them off with his socks. He stood back up and hesitated at the
waistband of his Y-fronts. He looked over his shoulder at the Headmaster who
appeared to be reading some document on his desk. He pulled down his briefs.
Dumbledore glimpsed up often at the beautiful young boy standing at the door to
his office. With each layer of clothing removed from his pet, his cock grew
under his robes. When we saw those perfectly rounded ass globes, he got up.
“Harry, turn around. The boy did, his hands covering his crotch. The old man
hadn’t had the opportunity to see his pet’s penis the last time, and now he was
hungry for the sight of it. “Remove your hands Harry. There’s no need to be
embarrassed. You’re here to learn more about cleaning your asshole, it’s
medical. I’m sure you don’t have a problem allowing your muggle doctor to see
you nude” Dumbledore explained.
Harry knew the Headmaster was right. It was just so…humiliating. He slowly
removed his hands from covering his crotch and placed them at his sides. Harry
waited. And waited. They stood there for a good minute like that. The
headmaster didn’t say anything. Why isn’t he saying anything? Harry was getting
more and more embarrassed as the time crawled by.
At the first site of the boy’s young member, Dumbledore nearly fainted. It took
effort to keep his face relaxed and passive. On the inside Dumbledore was
elated. This was too good to be true. He couldn’t have prayed for a better
outcome. He would have thought the boy would be an average size. It never even
crossed his mind to hope. Imagine all the fun he could have. Imagine the mind
games, the torture, the submission he could inflict upon this boy. You see, for
his age, Harry’s penis was just so…tiny. This boy was truly made for him. Harry
Potter was going to be his perfect submissive pet.
After a while of the Headmaster just looking at him, at his penis, he finally
spoke. The Headmaster looked Harry in the eyes and said, “My boy, we need to
have a very serious talk”. Harry began to panic. Ever since he had been able to
clothe himself, Harry had only ever been naked in front of his doctor. It was
very worrying that the only other person to see him naked had just declared
that they needed to have a serious talk with him.
“My boy, please follow me”. Dumbledore said, leading the way thru his bedroom
door. Dumbledore opened another door, on the side of the bed opposite the
bathroom, and entered. It was his sitting room and adjoining kitchen.
Dumbledore walked over to the fireplace and cast incindio to warm the room. By
the fireplace there was a small loveseat and a wing chair separated by a coffee
table. Dumbledore sat in the wingchair and motioned for Harry to take the
couch.
It was odd to sit on a couch naked. Especially with another person sitting
across from you, fully clothed, staring. When the Headmaster didn’t speak up,
Harry prompted. “Um, Professor?”.
“Harry, I do apologize. This will be as awkward for me to say as I’m sure it
will be for you to hear, but I really must” Dumbledore began. “You now know
that it is a common practice to clean out your hole, and that’s what you have
come here tonight for, but I must put that aside for now and tell you another
very important thing that I’m quite sure you have no knowledge about. Before I
do that I must know, and I know this is rude but…Harry, my dear boy, how big
are you?”
“Sir? My height?”
“Your length. Have you ever measured your penis, Harry?”
“N-no, sir. But what does this have to do-“
“Harry, I must insist we measure it before we begin. I will explain everything
afterward”.
“O-okay”. The Headmaster took out his wand and cast a spell that made a ruler
appear out of thin air. The man took the ruler and placed it at the base of his
penis and measured Harry’s manhood. The headmaster then took the ruler, tapped
it with his wand, and it vanished.
Dumbledore looked directly into Harry’s eyes, trying to look as apologetic as
possible and said, “I regret to inform you, Harry, that currently your penis is
only an inch in length. Most boys your age are already two and a half to three
inches along. Do you know what that means?”
“That I have some growing to do?” Harry said, not understanding what the big
deal was. Okay so he was a little small, so what? It’s not like he’ll never
grow. He hadn’t even hit puberty yet.
“Well maybe, maybe not. You see if you aren’t at least three inches by the time
you’re thirteen, well…well we can check to see how you will progress. Let’s do
that, shall we?”
The Headmaster tapped his wand to the tip of Harry’s limp member and recited
the required spell. Harry saw a group of dots of different colors, but had no
idea what anything meant.
Dumbledore pretended to stare hard at the colorful dots his spell created. In
all honesty it was just a spell to create random dots of color. It was very
popular at wizarding parties forty or so years ago. “Hmm, this is rather odd”
Dumbledore said, still staring at the dots, “but maybe I’ve made some kind of
mistake. Let’s try again”. The man said, canceling the spell. He touched the
tip of Harry’s penis with his wand, but kept it there a little longer this time
and said the spell again. Different dots of color popped into existence.
Dumbledore stared at them a while, then turned back to Harry. “No, it appears I
hadn’t made a mistake. Harry my spell told me your penis won’t reach three
inches by the time your thirteen” Dumbledore said before banishing the dots.
Harry was beyond confused. He still didn’t know why this was so important. Why
should it matter that his penis was a little small? Harry looked down at
himself. Was his penis really that small that the Headmaster had to mention it?
It looked fine to him.
Dumbledore watched the boy as he inspected his own penis. It was obvious that
he still didn’t know the gravity of the situation, well more like the gravity
of what Dumbledore was going to fabricate. The man looked down at the young
boy’s penis again; it was hard to take his eyes off. It looked delicious. It
was tiny and wrapped up in its foreskin. Hardly any wizarding families left
their sons uncircumcised, so this was even more of a treat. He wanted to peel
the skin back and look at the head. Would he find some leftover smegma perhaps?
Had the boy even started masturbating yet? If he had, Dumbledore had to put an
end to it immediately.
Dumbledore cleared his throat and began, “My dear boy, it is my displeasure to
inform you of some of the customs of the Wizarding world that you are still
very unfamiliar with. I don’t know if this matters to muggles, but in wizarding
society there are certain laws in place that must be upheld, even by wizards
who are muggleborn or those raised by muggles”. Dumbledore looked Harry in the
eye at that. “You see in the 1800’s wizards had a higher status in society than
witches. They could buy and sell land for instance. They could vote and partake
in other legal actions. Witches were seen more as objects that wizards had to
further their status. The more witches that a wizard purchased,” At a look from
Harry, Dumbledore explained, “Yes my boy, witches were commodities, something
to be bought and sold just like land. Witches had to obey their wizard’s
commands and there was a restriction on their magic. Wizards could decide what
spells they could and couldn’t cast. Witches had to wear a silver collar to
show that they were owned. And wizards needn’t marry them either. They were
viewed as one step above a house elf. They were body-slaves. The more witches a
wizard had, the higher his status, as well as the amount of land he had and so
forth. So I’m betting you can guess which gender wizarding parents were trying
for? Men, Harry. Every Wizard wanted to have sons so they could be successful
in society. If a Wizard ended up with too many daughters, he may have decided
to kill a few off. This was a common practice, a real tragedy. Sometimes a
Wizard would kill every single daughter he had until he received a male heir as
his first born child. So now, what do you think happened to the female
population?”
“It, umm, decreased?” Harry said. He still had no idea what this history lesson
had to do with the size of his penis, but he didn’t want to be rude. Especially
to the man who had helped him out so much already.
“Exactly, Harry. There soon became less and less witches for wizards to
acquire. And the wizards weren’t too pleased about that so they thought up a
new law. The Minister for Magic at the time decreed that all males whose
members were below a certain height on a scale he called the Length Line, would
be treated as if they were women when they turned thirteen. This means they
were objects that could be bought and sold just like any other witch. Do you
have any questions?”
“Yes sir. Er, that law can’t still be around though, right? I mean witches are
treated equally now”.
“You’re right, witches are treated equally, but some relics of the old laws
still remain. The wizarding world doesn’t change its laws very often; this
isn’t usually a problem as it’s very rare to have a wizard nowadays who is
below the length line. I believe there was a student at this school, when I
attended who was only a millimeter below”. Dumbledore shook his head sadly. “it
was a shame, but he too had to follow the law”.
“The Length Law can’t still be the same though sir! That was the 1800’s! There
are lots of witches now!” Harry exclaimed.
“That’s true my boy, but I still haven’t finished explaining. Please be
patient”, Dumbledore said. “The Length Law has been revised a few times
throughout history. At first it said that any thirteen year old wizard who’s
length was one inch or smaller would be treated as if he were a witch. The
problem was that there were very few thirteen year old boys who were that
small, so they changed it to two inches or smaller, then again to three inches
thirty years later. Nowadays, thirteen year old wizards are almost always four
inches, some are a little smaller, but it is exceedingly rare for a thirteen
year old to be only three inches in length. Now like I said, the law has
changed a few times over the years. At first, the boys who were below the
Length Line, they called them poofs which is where that word derived from, were
fully owned property, just like witches. As the times changed and witches began
to have rights, the poofs remained as they were. The female population was
increasing again and as they did and started being able to own land and have
other rights, wizards didn’t want to give up their body slaves. There was a war
between the wizards who thought witches should remain possessions and the ones
who thought they should have rights. The Minister for magic came up with a
compromise. He would permit witches to have the rights they desired and in
return the wizards could keep their poofs. Poofs were already very rare and any
wizard who had one was seen as a very powerful person. For a time, poofs were
treated even worse than they had been, worse than when they were equal to
women. They were not allowed clothes. If they were in public, they usually wore
some form of loincloth. They were not allowed to speak. They were not allowed
to work, not even house choirs, as their masters liked to keep them looking
pristine at all times”.
Harry looked down at a few small calluses on his hands. Was the Headmaster
going to tell him that he was going to be a…a poof or whatever? No way, that’s
crazy! It’s the 90’s for goodness sake!
“After a while, poofs began to be treated a lot better”, Dumbledore said. “In
the late 1800’s the law changed again and poofs were also given rights. Not as
many as the rest of the wizarding world, but quite a lot. They still could not
own land, but they could vote. They no longer had masters but guardians. They
could wear clothes as well; however they must wear female attire. The law
stated that any young wizard below the Length Line (three inches) at the age of
thirteen will need to be under the care of a ‘guardian’. An individual who
claimed the poof as their own by submitting documentation to the ministry
proving that their ward is indeed under the Length Line. The guardian must then
support and care for the poof in exchange for the poof’s company, until the
guardian no longer requires the poof’s services. If a boy is not yet thirteen,
but a wizard believes him to be a future poof, that wizard needs to submit
documentation proving that a length prediction spell was used and the boy will
end up being under the Length Line at thirteen. That wizard will need to train
and prepare the future poof for when he’s thirteen”. Dumbledore stood up from
his chair and looked away from Harry. “I’m afraid that law exists to this day.
I know this might be a lot for you to process at the moment, but I want you to
know that I’m here for you”, Dumbledore finished.
Harry didn’t know what to say. His whole life had been ruined with that one
talk. Maybe, maybe this was a dream, or maybe…no, the Headmaster was honest
with him. This wasn’t one of Fred and George’s jokes. “Professor, does that
mean you…” Harry couldn’t finish. He didn’t want to say it. The Headmaster came
to his rescue.
“I am going to be your guardian, yes. You’re eleven years old, will be twelve
next July. I need to start preparing you for your new life with me” Dumbledore
said, resting his hands on Harry’s naked shoulders. “I know that you probably
never thought you were going to end up with a man much older than your father,
but Harry if I don’t claim you now, what do you think will happen? What if
Voldemort were to find out about your new status and claim you before I could?
I just wish for you to have the best and most fulfilling life possible”.
Harry could see the headmaster had tears in his eyes. Harry felt bad. He knew
Dumbledore didn’t really want to have to take care of him. He was too kind. He
was willing to save him from someone who wished to hurt him. Harry got up and
gave his Headmaster a hug. He was still very much naked, but it didn’t seem to
matter much at the moment. “I’m sorry professor. I didn’t know I was abnormal.
I don’t want to cause you any trouble”. His uncle and aunt had been right. He
was a freak.
Dumbledore could feel the young boy’s naked body pressed against his robes. He
wrapped his arms around his small frame. He was so happy that Harry was going
to be all his that he couldn’t stop the tears. He couldn’t help thinking about
all the things he was going to do to the boy! He conjured a tissue box and
cleaned himself up. He had work to do.
“Alright, first things first, I need to send a letter to the ministry alerting
them about your future status”. He took some parchment and wrote a little
something on it. He didn’t let Harry see that he had addressed it to a broken
down cottage in the middle of nowhere. He gave it to Fawks, and off she went.
The man turned back to his new pet. “Don’t fret Harry; nobody needs to know
about your future status, it’s being kept confidential”.
Harry let out a breath. Well, at least there’s that.
“Now my boy, let us go to the bathroom so we can begin what you had come here
for”.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry this chapter was so boring and sorry for the long-ass history
     lesson that I'm sure nobody asked for. None of it was planned. I
     swear I have no authority over anything that happens in this story
     anymore. It has a mind of its own. Btw I think I’m going to write
     another fanfiction at a later date where the Length Law is actually a
     real thing, not just something Dumblebumble made up, and Harry is the
     property of someone. Probably either Lucius or Snape.
***** Poof *****
Chapter Notes
     WARNING: There will be scat to come. A little in this chapter, then
     more later on. This chapter also includes sounding so if that isn't
     your thing you can skip it or stop reading here.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Once Harry was in the bathroom, the Headmaster told him to kneel on the tiled
floor. When he did, the Headmaster also got on his knees. He spread Harry’s
cheeks with his hands and peered at Harry’s little hole, which was tightly shut
despite yesterday’s cleaning and this morning’s attempt.
“Did you use the loo before you came down here tonight?” Dumbledore asked.
“No, Sir. I didn’t have to go”
“How about now? Do you need to go now?”
“Umm, well kinda. I tried going after lunch, but nothing came out” Harry said,
feeling embarrassed over the subject of the conversation.
“Hmm, you might be a little constipated. Let’s fix that, shall we?” Without
waiting for a reply, Dumbledore got up and went through his cupboards. He
pulled out the same enema syringe as yesterday. He filled it at the sink and
returned to Harry. “Don’t worry my boy, this won’t hurt like last night. There
is only water in here. I’m not cleaning you with soap today, so relax the
muscles in your anus and let this in”. Dumbledore coated the tip with a little
lubricant and pushed against Harry’s entrance.
Harry tried his best to relax, but the nozzle still hurt going in. Harry made a
small grunt as the device was pushed inside him.
“There now, not too bad. I’m going to push the plunger now”. Dumbledore pushed
down on the plunger as fast as he could and smiled to himself as his pet made a
small noise of discomfort.
Water was being forced up his rectum and into his colon. There was so much that
Harry felt his stomach cramping. Then the Headmaster pulled it out and inserted
another one. More water. So much water. It hurt, but Harry didn’t want to
complain. He was constipated and the man was trying to help.
“Very good Harry” Dumbledore said. Before he pulled the second syringe out of
Harry, he coated an anal plug in lube. “I’m going to put in the same plug as
last night, bear with it”. Dumbledore lied. The plug was a little bigger than
the one used last night, and without preparing the boy beforehand…it was sure
to sting at the very least.
It hurt. The plug was bigger than the syringe’s nozzle and Harry wanted to
scream. He could feel the plug stretching his hole wider than ever at its
thickest part, then it slid into place. The Headmaster got to his feet and
helped Harry stand up. He looked down at himself. His belly was so big he
couldn’t see his feet. The cramping in his stomach was so bad that he started
to sweat.
“Now let us go back to the living room for some tea while the water in your bum
does its job”
“Wait, pl-please” Harry said. He was beginning to shake. “I don’t think I
can…much longer…it-“
“Harry!” Dumbledore looked stern. “I assure you that everyone does this on a
daily basis. I know you too are capable of holding a little water in your
stomach. It doesn’t even have any soap” He finished. Without another word he
led Harry to the living room and sat in his armchair as Harry slowly positioned
himself on the couch.
Harry knew he shouldn’t have said anything. Of course everyone else does this.
They don’t complain, do they? Harry thought he was stronger than this. He
wanted to show his favorite teacher that he wasn’t a whiny little kid, that he
was able to do everything everyone else could do. Harry sat with the tea the
Headmaster had given him and patiently waited through the pain. After about
twenty minutes Dumbledore led Harry back into the bathroom and told him to get
in the tub. Harry walked into the big empty bathtub and at the Headmaster’s
command, got back down on his hands and knees.
“Alright my boy, this will be a little messy. I’m going to pull out the plug
now”
Harry was grateful that the cramps were going to end.
Dumbledore took the end of the plug in his hand and pulled. Harry’s hole was so
tight around the base, it didn’t want to come out. He put one hand on Harry’s
cheek and the other on the plug and told Harry to relax. He pulled. He could
hear the boy gasp as the plug slowly stretched the boy’s hole for a second time
until the hole was hugging the thickest part of the plug. Then it came out
easy. Everything came out easy. Brown water gushed from Harry’s hole along with
a few logs. The boy’s face was priceless. He was red with embarrassment.
“I-I’m-“
“It’s alright Harry. This is what you’re here for”. Dumbledore took out his
wand and vanished the mess. “Now, I’m afraid we’re not done quite yet. I need
to make sure there is nothing left inside. Remember how I told you an enema
wasn’t the only way a person could clean out their hole?” Harry nodded. “Well,
I’m going to show you another way. This,” he said, getting an object from the
cupboard. “is called an anal brush”. He held up a long rod with a lot of
feathers at the end. It was actually a miniature feather duster for those hard
to reach places, but it would work wonders as an anal toy. He hoped it would
both stretch and tickle the boy’s insides.
Harry didn’t know what to think of the anal brush. He had never put anything in
his hole before, would it hurt? The Headmaster told Harry to follow him to his
office and get on the desk like last night. Harry positioned himself on arms
and knees, placing his head on his arms. Then Dumbledore sat in his chair
behind him. He put on a pair of purple surgical gloves and got out the lube. He
lubed up a finger and placed it at Harry’s entrance. “I’m going to stretch you
with my fingers again to get your hole ready” He said before popping a finger
in. He pushed all the way in one smooth stroke. He knew it would hurt the boy a
little as he had only been fingered once before, but Dumbledore wanted to
quickly get him accustomed to his fingers as soon as possible so he could start
really stretching Harry’s young hole. He wanted Harry to be able to take his
cock one of these days. That would never happen if the kid gasped over one
small finger. Dumbledore began thrusting quickly, and after a while added a
second digit. Harry was wiggling around a little, not trying to dislodge the
finger, but wanting to find a more comfortable position, a fool’s errand.
Nothing would abate the pain he felt, well nothing but Dumbledore pulling out,
but that certainly wasn’t going to happen. Dumbledore started opening and
closing his fingers quickly, thrusting periodically. The boy looked like he
wanted to complain again, but didn’t say a word.
Finally the Headmaster pulled out his fingers. It had hurt. Not as much as last
night, as it had been his first time having somebody’s fingers inside him…and
there was soap involved, but it still hurt. Then the Headmaster touched the tip
of the anal brush to his hole and wiggled it up and down his crease a few
times, always brushing past his sore asshole. It tickled a lot and Harry
started laughing beyond his control.
“Did you enjoy that? Would you like me to tickle the inside of your hole too?”
Dumbledore asked as he stopped tickling the boy’s hole.
When Harry stopped laughing the Headmaster put the head of the brush into his
hole. He continued to push until it couldn’t go any farther. It went past where
the fingers had. He then pulled the feathery head back, dragging the feathers
against the walls of his rectum, then pushing them in again. It didn’t tickle
exactly, it left him feeling a little itchy though. The brush was smaller than
the Headmaster’s fingers had been, so it was odd to feel the feathers twist and
brush inside him. It didn’t really hurt, just felt odd.
Dumbledore removed the brush and gave his pet one last tickle at his entrance,
which caused the boy to jump a little. “Hmm, I don’t see any brown on the
feathers. You’re hole is clean”.
“Umm, Sir? I uh…my asshole, it feels kinda itchy on the inside. If you could
maybe put just one finger inside?” Harry tried asking, overcome with
embarrassment. The Headmaster just said his hole was clean. Why would he want
to put his fingers in Harry if he didn’t need to?
“Well, I don’t think my fingers are long enough to reach all the way where it
itches, but I do know something that can. I’ve been meaning to stretch your
asshole a little further anyway to make these cleaning sessions less painful
for you in the future. Wait here while I go get something”.
He just had to open his mouth. Now the Headmaster was going to stretch out his
asshole some more. The object was going to be thicker and longer than the man’s
fingers. Great.
After rummaging around in the cupboard, Dumbledore pulled out a long black
vibrator. It wasn’t phallic shaped as he didn’t want the boy finding out too
much too soon. It was slim and had a tapered end so he could ease it into
Harry’s hole. It was about as thick as three of his fingers and as long as a
regular dildo. He went back to his office and showed Harry the toy. “This can
reach deep inside of you and stretch your hole a bit more. Have you ever seen
one of these?”
Harry nodded. He had. He had found one in his aunt’s bedside table when he’d
been cleaning. He hadn’t known what it was at the time. She probably used it to
stretch her hole so she could clean it every day. Uncle Vernon probably had one
too, and Dudley. Now it was his turn. He was a little worried about the size,
but felt a little better that this wasn’t entirely foreign to him.
“Do you know what it’s called?”
“No, Sir” Harry shook his head.
“We call this device a vibrator. Very similar to a dildo, but not quite”
“What’s a dil- um dildo?” Harry said the word for the first time.
“It’s shaped a little differently, but does the same thing. Now let us begin”
Dumbledore walked around Harry to his backside. He put a copious amount of lube
on the toy and on the boy’s hole and pushed. The head of the device slowly went
in, stretching the further it went, until it reached the end of the tapered
part, connecting it to the rest. Now it was as thick as it was going to get. It
was as thick as the biggest part of the anal plug that had been inside the boy
earlier. Harry’s mouth was wide open. No sound was coming out. “I know you’re
in pain Harry, but I’m going to need to start moving it further in now.
Remember, everyone does this and you’ll get used to it soon”
It hurt, it hurt, it hurt! It was big and only a little bit of it was inside.
Harry looked over his shoulder as tears welled up in his eyes. How could people
do this all the time? Oh right, they started stretching their holes a long time
ago. Probably when they were babies. Why didn’t his aunt and uncle ever clean
out his hole when he was little? Probably the same reason they let him sleep
under the stairs. Now he was paying for their choices…but wait, what had
Dumbledore told him? That he should have known better. That he should have
realized that he needs to clean his hole every day. This wasn’t his relatives’
fault. It was his. He was in pain right now because of his own stupid mistake.
He had no one else to blame, so he tried to keep quiet and not scream.
Dumbledore took his time pushing the toy inside the boy. When it was all the
way in, he set it to vibrate.
Suddenly something was happening to Harry’s hole. It felt really weird. It
still hurt, but now there was another feeling. Kinda like tickling but not
really. His insides were moving, were vibrating. It felt alive, his walls were
tingling, but also in pain. Like the aftereffects of a pinch or something.
The old man began slowly thrusting the toy in and out of the vibrating hole,
aiming directly for the boy’s prostate. When he hit it the boy jerked and made
a noise. He could still see signs of pain on the boy’s face, but there was also
something else. Every time he hit the boy’s prostate, he saw pleasure. This is
exactly what Dumbledore wanted. He wanted his pet to be in pain, but he wanted
the boy to want to be in pain. A vibrator too big for him and a constant
tingling thrust to his prostate was exactly the way to go. Dumbledore made a
silent vow that he would never let the boy, his pet, feel pleasure without at
least some pain ever again. It was a package deal. If Harry wanted to feel
good, he would first have to feel pain, someday the child would beg for pain,
just so he could feel good. Eventually the pain itself would feel good. The old
man couldn’t wait.
As he kept thrusting at the boy’s prostate faster and faster, the boy shivered
and came. He hadn’t even noticed the moment when the boy got hard, too lost in
his thoughts. Cum leaked form the boy’s small dicklet and the Headmaster had an
idea.
Harry. Was. Mortified. He had felt so, so…it was so intense that he actually
peed. He peed on his favorite teacher’s desk. On the Headmaster- no, on his
Guardian’s desk! How could he have done that. Tears ran down his cheeks and he
wanted to apologize. What if the man was angry with him? Who wouldn’t be? What
if- what if he refused to be his Guardian now? What if someone else found out
about the size of his penis? What if they took advantage of him? What if it was
Malfoy, or Snape, or Voldemort himself? . Suddenly the toy was pulled out and
Harry gave an involuntary “Ow!”.
“Are you alright Harry?” Dumbledore asked.
“Ye- umm, Professor I’m sorry! I really didn’t mean to pee all over your desk,
it was an accident! I’ll clean it up, I swear, and I’ll never do it again! I
really shouldn’t have, I don’t know why I did, honest!” The apology came
tumbling out of the young boy’s mouth.
“You’re right. You should not have done that” Dumbledore said as sternly as he
could. “But, Harry you are also wrong. Look again, does that look like pee to
you?”
Harry looked under himself at the whitish liquid on the Headmaster’s desk. His
pee had never been white before. Was he sick? No the Headmaster said it wasn’t
pee, so- “What is it, Sir?”
“Cum”. At the confusion on Harry’s face Dumbledore elaborated. “Cum is what
comes out of a penis when that penis is erect and feeling good. It’s also what
makes babies. If a man comes inside a woman’s vagina, babies are made”.
Harry was still confused. Had he felt so good that he…came? He still remembered
feeling pain. His hole was still throbbing from it. But sometimes when his
prostate was hit…it did feel good. Weird. But then why would it be bad? Oh he
probably wasn’t supposed to do it on the man’s desk or maybe because of the
babies. Was he wasting his cum? Harry had to ask. “Sir? Are people only
supposed to come when they’re making babies?”
“No, men can come whenever they want, as long as they aren’t breaking any laws
like public nudity, rape, and other things. Most men even come every morning
during their shower and before their cleaning”. Harry looked back down at the
desk. “No, I’m not mad because it’s on the desk. It can be quickly cleaned off.
However it would be better not to make such messes. I think you are forgetting
something very important. Remember Harry, poofs like you are seen as women. In
the old days you wouldn’t be allowed to come at all. In fact your balls would
probably have been removed”. The boy winced. “Today, well,” Dumbledore sighed
looking down at Harry’s small member and trying to look disappointed. “Poofs
are only allowed to come if their Guardians give them permission beforehand.
Some poofs are only allowed to come once a month. I’ve heard of one Guardian
who didn’t let his poof come more than once every three years and only on the
poof's birthday”.
“But it feels so good!” Harry chimed in.
“Yes well, I think I’m going to be generous with you. For now, how does once a
week sound?” Dumbledore was going to gradually let the boy come less and less
until he was only coming about once a month, like his made-up story. He wanted
to direct Harry’s pleasure more toward pain than actual pleasure.
“Now let’s clean up this little mess so we can begin your punishment”.
“Punishment?”
“Oh yes my pet, you came without my permission and on my desk no less. This
calls for quite a severe punishment. It’ll help you to remember that you’re
soon to become my poof”. Dumbledore let slip a small smile. "But first we need
to clean your hole”.
“But we already did that” Harry asked. The Headmaster repositioned him so that
he was sitting on the edge of the desk.
“We cleaned out your asshole Harry, but now you’ve made a mess of your other
hole. We need to clean that now too. Poofs need to clean out their peehole
every time they come. I’m not going to lie to you by saying it won’t hurt, but
it is necessary. Wait right here”. Dumbledore left the room and came back a
moment later with a very thin sound. He had plans to gradually introduce
thicker ones in the future.
“Is that going inside my penis?” Harry had never had anything pushed inside
there before and hoped it wasn’t going to hurt as much as his butt.
“Yes, but I should tell you now. You can’t refer to your penis that way. It’s
far too small for anyone to call a poof’s penis such a thing. A real man’s
penis is usually called a cock, which is what you need to call mine, and
everyone else’s for that matter. Yours would need to be called a clit or
clitty”.
“A…a clit?”
“Yes, my boy. Women have something similar to a penis, but it is very small and
doesn’t produce cum, which is why poofs are only allowed to cum when their
Guardian’s give them permission. Some people think they shouldn’t be allowed to
cum at all. Anyway, that’s what we call that part of a woman, a clit. That’s
why we call a poof’s penis a clit. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir”.
“Now try asking your question again” Dumbledore said.
“Is that thing going inside my- my clit?”
“This is called a sound,” Dumbledore showed Harry the thin wand-shaped object.
“I am going to put some lube on it and very carefully work it into your little
peehole. It will sting a little, but you’ll be okay”.
“Okay, Sir”. The Headmaster dipped the sound into a container of lube and
brought it to Harry’s pe- clit. The man cupped the base of his clit and began
to stroke his hand up and down Harry’s length.
“I need to get you hard or the sound will have a harder time going in”
Dumbledore explained as he stroked the boy faster. It didn’t take long to make
his pet hard and leaking. “There now, we can begin”.
Harry panted a little, feeling warm. The tip of the cold sound touched his
opening and he shivered. Then pain. Harry couldn’t suppress his scream, he was
not prepared for the stretching of the one place that was never meant to
stretch. He instantly went soft in the Headmaster’s hand. Despite the lube, the
inside of his penis was on fire. Harry moved a little on the desk trying to
relieve the pain, but that only made it worse.
“Hush, it’s almost all the way in” Dumbledore said. “If you didn’t want me to
clean out your peehole, then you shouldn’t have come”.
“Do- Do AAAgg, Do all people have to OW clean o-out there aaah their p-peehole
after they c-AAhh cum?” Harry was openly crying now.
“No, only poofs need to clean out the inside. They could get an infection if
they don’t, since their clits are so small. Real men only clean the outside.
Guardians have their poofs clean the outside of their cocks after they cum”.
“H-ow, how?”
“I think I’ll show you tomorrow night, it’s getting a little late as it is and
I need to give you your punishment after this”.
The headmaster pushed the sound in one last time and pulled it out. He spelled
it clean and put it away. He then motioned for Harry to climb down from his
desk.
“Am I going to get a spanking like last night sir?”
“No, I don’t think so. A poof needs to have three signs of ownership and I
think tonight’s punishment will be to give you the first one. Go warm up in the
living room while I get what we need”.
Once in the room, Harry walked over to the fireplace and sat on the couch. He
was getting a little more used to sitting on furniture naked. The Headmaster
came in and sat right next to him. He held two small loops that looked like
earrings and a device that looked like a miniature gun.
“Am I getting my ears pierced?” Harry asked innocently.
“No, but I am going to pierce another part of you. Right here and here”
Dumbledore pointed to the boy’s nipples. “This is to show that you are an owned
poof”.
“Will it hurt?”
“It is your punishment Harry” The man replied. Dumbledore held the first nipple
between two of his fingers and massaged it until it was a hard nub. He placed
the piercing gun right up to it and pulled the trigger.
Harry was shocked but didn’t scream. It hurt, but not as much as the sound
going into his clit. Harry waited patiently as the Headmaster put the small
silver loop through the newly formed hole and closed it. The man then wiped a
little blood away. He then repeated the process on the other nipple and it was
done. The Headmaster took out his wand and cast a spell on both the rings.
“That is to make sure they don’t come off” Then he smiled at the boy. “See, it
wasn’t too bad, was it?”
“No, it was okay”.
“Alright now you need to remember to keep them hidden under your clothes. I’m
going to cast a spell that makes them invisible to anyone but us, but you can’t
let people touch your chest or they’ll find out. I would think that might be a
tad embarrassing for you, yes?” Harry nodded. Dumbledore cast the spell. “Now
before you leave I’ll need to put this inside you”. Dumbledore accio’d a small
anal plug. “If I am to begin your training to become my poof you will need to
start wearing this at all times”.
“Why do I need to wear the plug when I’m not being cleaned?”
“This serves a few different purposes. First, it will help to stretch out your
hole so that cleaning it will become easier. It will also limit the times in
which you go to the bathroom. I think we should take it out once a day when you
come see me in the evenings. This will be hard on you at first. I’m well aware
that your body will be unhappy with this new restriction, but this way we’ll
only need to clean your hole once a day. Lastly, it’s a Guardian’s job to have
complete control over their poofs bowel movements, just like the rest of them.
This is a law Harry. As for peeing,” Dumbledore looked down at Harry’s small
penis then back at the boy’s eyes, “I believe once after breakfast and again
when you come see me each night. I won’t plug that hole, but I will cast a
spell each night to see if you’ve followed my orders. Not following them will
result in punishment”. Dumbledore was about to get up when an idea hit him.
“Speaking of punishment, you will receive the rest of the punishment you’ve
earned this evening tomorrow night”.
“What will-“
“You’ll see tomorrow. Now let’s put that plug in”.
Harry moved off the couch and got on his hands and knees on Dumbledore’s fluffy
rug. The Headmaster lubed up the plug and placed it at his hole for the second
time today. He gently pushed and in it went. It hurt as it stretched him, then
went into place. His soon-to-be Guardian cast a spell on the plug so it
couldn’t be taken out by anyone but himself. Harry wouldn’t be able to use a
bathroom stall until evening tomorrow night. It was only now sinking in. How
many times a day did he really use the bathroom anyway? Two maybe? Harry had
never kept count before.
“Now I need to make a few preparations for tomorrow, if you would be so kind as
to put your clothes back on”. The old man told him.
Harry recognized that as a dismissal. He apologized for his earlier behavior
and said he’d see the man tomorrow. Harry quickly put his clothes back on, the
ones still in a pile near the door, and left.
Dumbledore could not wait to introduce the youth to his new piece of clothing.
He had to send for it by express owl so it would get here in time.
Chapter End Notes
     Can anyone guess what the new addition to Harry's wardrobe will be? A
     virtual kiss to anyone who gets it right ;)
***** Restrictions *****
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Harry walked back to Gryffindor tower feeling every step. His mind was
constantly on the plug in his asshole. His hole gave a continuous pulsing ache
the whole way. He tried to pretend that nothing was out of the ordinary when he
walked by Ron and Hermione sitting by the fire in the common room. He excused
himself quickly, saying he was tired and wanted to go to bed. Once in his
pajamas he almost went to the loo to relieve himself, as was his nightly
ritual, but remembered Professor- no that his guardian had told him he couldn’t
pee till after breakfast tomorrow morning. He went to brush his teeth then got
in bed. He took off his glasses and rolled onto his side trying to sleep. The
ache in his bum was still present and he needed to pee. He was still awake a
few hours later when the last Gryffindor had gotten into bed.
He must have fallen asleep at some point as Harry was awakened at four in the
morning by the pressure of his bladder. He got out of bed and made his way
downstairs where he sat by the fire of the common room trying to catch up one
of his essays. He knew he couldn’t go back to sleep now. His bladder demanded
attention for the full four hours until he was able to go down to breakfast. He
had managed to finish his essay, take a shower (which was odd with his plug
still in…and making his hole throb dully), and get ready for the day.
Ron and Hermione joined him as he ate some toast and jam. Hermione was a bit
surprised that he got up before her. Harry didn’t tell them that he had
actually gotten up at four…or that he had only gotten about three hours of
sleep. He definitely didn’t tell them why. He just ate breakfast as quickly as
he could so he could go to the bathroom. After he took the last bite, he gave
his friends a quick apology and ran out of the dining hall.
Dumbledore smiled to himself. He knew the boy was having a tough time with his
new bathroom restrictions and the plug up his sore ass. The poor boy had been
blushing all through breakfast. Dumbledore chuckled to himself. He couldn’t
wait to see little Harry that night to give him his punishment and his
new…addition.
Harry ran to the first loo he saw and unzipped his pants the second the door
closed. He almost hugged the urinal as he let the first few drops sprinkle from
his slit. At first he felt a spark of pain as his hole had been cleaned out
with the sound the night before, but it quickly turned to pleasure. Harry
hadn’t felt this relaxed in a while. Even the throbbing in his asshole couldn’t
ruin the feeling of finally letting go of all the stored up pee inside his
bladder.
When he was done he leisurely walked to his first class, trying to pretend he
didn’t have a big plug shoved up his asshole.
When it was nearing time for Harry’s nightly visit to see the Headmaster,
Dumbledore sat at his desk trying to be patient. He couldn’t wait to check up
on the boy. He had been planning this session since the end of the last one.
Dumbledore looked at the clock. The boy was already five minutes late. I guess
another punishment is in order Dumbledore thought, smiling. When at last the
boy knocked on the door, the old man let him in and looked as stern as he could
manage.
“Sorry Profe- um…do I call you Guardian?” The boy panted. He looked disheveled
and was out of breath as though he had been running.
“Poofs usually address their guardian’s by the title ‘Lord’, so you would call
me ‘Lord Dumbledore’”
“Oh, okay. I’m sorry I’m late Lord Dumbledore. I was held up by Snape, he-“
“Professor Snape, Harry”
“Right, he had me stay after class to assigned me detention for this Friday,
sir”
“That aside Harry, you’re still late. You disobeyed my order to be here at
eight. I’m sorry but I’m going to need to punish you so this doesn’t happen
again”
“But it wasn’t my fau-“
“That doesn’t matter. A poof cannot go against their guardian’s orders. Ever.
Is that understood?”
“Yes Pro- Lord Dumbledore” Harry replied, dejectedly.
“Now that that’s settled, let me give you the punishment you earned last night
when you came without permission all over my desk” Harry blushed at that.
“Remove your clothes and place them by the door”. He did. He undid his robe,
pants, shirt, underwear, and all the rest while Dumbl- Lord Dumbledore
retrieved something behind him.
The headmaster took out a black box from inside his desk and gave it to Harry.
“Open it”.
Harry removed the lid and looked inside. The boy had no idea what he was
looking at. Inside the box lay some sort of steel…thing. It looked like a cage
of some sort as there was a lock at the top.
Dumbledore took the box from Harry and pulled out the steel cock cage. It was
the smallest one the store had. The man placed the cage on Harry’s small
member. It was a very tight fit. The cold steel bars were pressed against the
boy’s penis from all sides. He locked it in place and placed the key in the
pocket of his robes. It was impossible for the boy to get an erection now.
Harry looked down at his trapped pe-clit. The steel was cold and
uncompromising. The only position his clit could be in was down. Could he still
pee with this on? Why did he need it? How long did he have to wear it?
“There now,” began Dumbledore, “that’s much better. Now you’ll have no more
little accidents like last night”.
“What is it?” asked Harry.
“This is called a chastity cage. They are worn by poofs so they don’t get hard
and cum without their guardian’s permission. This is the second mark of a poof.
I gave it to you today instead of the day you turn thirteen as a punishment for
your inappropriate ejaculation yesterday”.
“Ejaculation?”
“Cumming, Harry”
“How long will I need to wear it?”
“Harry, my boy, you must understand,” Dumbledore said, hands gently squeezing
the boy’s shoulders. “You can never take it off. Not unless I release it to
allow you to cum”.
“How am I going to use the loo?”
The old man smiled. “You can still pee with it on Harry. In fact let us go to
the bathroom now. You must be anxious to go. You haven’t gone since breakfast,
correct?” The boy nodded. “Well let me just check” he said, pointing his wand
at the Harry’s penis and casting a spell. The spelled showed that harry had
followed his orders and hadn’t used the bathroom before or after he was
allowed. To be honest, Dumbledore was a little surprised. He thought the boy
might have an accident In the middle of the night or break the rules as his
body wasn’t accustomed to such a long wait. He was a little disappointed and
decided he would fix that for next time.
Professor- Lord Dumbledore had praised Harry for following the bathroom rules
and led him to the man’s private loo. The man told him to sit on the toilet. He
did.
“Alright Harry, with the cage on you’re going to need to sit down to pee, like
a girl. So go ahead and let it out”
Harry thought it was weird that the Headm- Lord Dumbledore was watching him and
it made it harder to go…even though he really, really needed to. Harry took a
deep breath, closed his eyes, and released. Harry didn’t know how he felt about
sitting down to pee. It felt kind of inconvenient as he would now have to use a
stall every time he went to the bathroom…and lower his pants and underwear. It
was kind of humiliating. Even if someone wasn’t watching.
When he was done, he tried to shake his penis a bit to get some of the pee that
that was dripping from the steel bars of the cage off, but it still remained a
little wet He took some toilet paper and tried to dry it that way, but it
couldn’t get it all as there was pee between the bars and himself. “Um, Lord
Dumbledore?”
“Yes, Harry?”
“Should I umm…what should I do to…”
“I’m sorry Harry, but that’s just one of the drawbacks to being in a chastity
cage. Now let’s remove that plug, so we can continue the disposing of your
waste. You must really need to go by now”.
Harry hadn’t thought about that until now. He had been so focused on the
throbbing of the plug in his hole that the fullness of his rectum hadn’t
registered until now. Yes, he did have to go. He assumed some of the pain in
his hole was probably due to his own excrement.
He stood up from the toilet and allowed Lord Dumbledore to pull out the plug.
It hurt. Harry couldn’t remember it hurting this much last night.
Dumbledore noticed the pain etched onto the boy’s face and hid a smile. “The
lube I used on you yesterday has dried some. Please be patient Harry, I know it
hurts”.
Harry could feel the ring of his sphincter trying to stretch past the largest
part of the plug. Harry started to sweat and gasp. His poor hole had been
hurting all night and day and now it was practically being tortured.
Dumbledore couldn’t get the plug past Harry’s tight sphincter with no lube. He
knew if he kept pulling, he’d tear the boy’s hole. The old man let go of the
plug and it moved back into place.
Harry felt the plug move further inside him and turned to see Lord Dumbledore
sifting through a cabinet under the sink. The man brought out a bottle of clear
liquid and showed to him.
“I’m going to need to slicken the entrance of your asshole with this. Try to
relax”
Dumbledore dipped his finger in the bottle of lube and brought it to Harry’s
stretched hole. He tried to insert his finger inside of the boy, even with the
plug still in. He heard the boy grunt in pain as he popped his index finger
aside the plug. He moved his finger around the perimeter of the plug, lubing
the plug along with Harry’s tight entrance. He pulled his finger back out and
pulled. Once more the plug struggled to exit Harry’s hole. Dumbledore relaxed,
then quickly gave a rough pull. The eleven year old screamed. The plug finally
came out. There was a small amount of blood on the plug and Harry’s hole had a
little gape. Then the boy quickly turned around, sat on the toilet, and did his
business. Dumbledore knew he couldn’t give the boy a bigger plug tonight.
Harry’s hole hadn’t gotten used to this one yet.
Harry quickly finished up and waited for his cleaning.
“I’m assuming you had an easier time of it than usual?”
“Y-Yes sir” Harry knew that his hole must be huge now. He wondered if it would
ever go back to normal.
“Alright my boy, let’s clean you up then” said Dumbledore. The man had the boy
keel on all fours in the tub. He brought the water filled enema to Harry’s hole
and pushed the plunger. When it was empty, he magically filled it again. Again
he pushed the plunger and filled the boy’s bowels. “Now squeeze tight so you
don’t let any water out” the man reminded.
Harry’s stomach hurt, but he squeezed his hole shut as best he could.
Dumbledore quickly lubed up Harry’s plug and reinserted it. It went in a little
easier this time. “Alright Harry, you can stand up now”. The old man watched as
Harry got to his feet, one hand on his protruding belly and the other on the
wall for support. Dumbledore helped the boy out of the shower and led him to
the living room and sat him on the couch by the fire. The man stared at his
prize. He would never get tired of inflating Harry’s stomach till he looked
pregnant. The cock cage only added to the picture. Dumbledore offered Harry tea
and was a bit surprised when the boy turned it down.
“I know that I can’t pee till after breakfast tomorrow sir, and I don’t want to
be too uncomfortable till then”
Dumbledore just nodded. He had hoped the boy would drink some tea. The truth is
he wanted Harry to have an accident. Well, he wanted to punish Harry for having
an accident. He’d have to think of something else. But speaking of punishment…
“Alright, it’s been enough time I think. Let’s finish cleaning your hole so we
can begin this evening’s punishment for being late”.
Dumbledore led the boy back to the tub and pulled out the plug. Harry gasped as
water exited his hole. The man cleaned the plug with magic, lubed it, and
reinserted it. Dumbledore made his way back to the couch with Harry following
close behind.
“Before we begin your punishment, I want to show you how the cage works. Bend
over and spread your bum cheeks for me”. The boy complied. The man once more
took out the plug and inserted two of his fingers instead.
“Pro- umm, I mean Lord Dumbledore, what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to stimulate your prostate. It should be very enjoyable for you”
Dumbledore said, thrusting his fingers in and out. He found the boy’s prostate
quickly and massaged it.
“Ah, I- ah…wow that’s…” Harry said incoherently.
Dumbledore gave a small tug on the boy’s nipple ring, sending a shock to the
boy’s sensitive nub.
“Ahh!”
The old man didn’t want there to be only pleasure in the experience. He
continued to abuse the boy’s tender nipples with one hand as he massaged his
prostate with the other.
“How do you feel Harry?”
“Umm…kinda like my peni-umm my clit wants to get bigger, but can’t. It hurts,
but also feels good”
“That’s good. Now you won’t be cumming unless I remove your cage. Don’t worry I
didn’t lie when I said you could cum once a week. Hmm…maybe every Saturday?
What do you think?”
“Yes, sir. That sounds- AH! – good sir” Harry tried to say as his guardian gave
a particularly painful tug to his nipple before taking his fingers from Harry’s
bum and sat down on the couch.
“Now for your punishment” Dumbledore pulled out the same vibrator as yesterday
and slowly inserted it inside Harry’s twitching hole. It was as big as the
plug’s widest part and once it was fully inside the boy, the man set it to
vibrate. He also spelled the toy to slowly thrust itself in and out of the
boy’s hole.
Harry took deep breaths. It was alright. He’d had this thing inside him
yesterday. It really, really hurt, but it was nothing new. He kept breathing
and telling himself he could do this. He let out a few whimpers out of
instinct, but tried not to scream. Then it happened. The vibrator rubbed up
against his prostate. It only lasted a second and then the pain was all he
could think about again. Until the next thrust. Harry didn’t like the feel of
his trapped penis. It hurt. It couldn’t grow like it wanted to…but this was for
the best, wasn’t it? He didn’t want to get in trouble again for coming like he
did yesterday. It was just one more thing his guardian was doing to help him.
“Harry?” Dumbledore called.
Harry opened his eyes (he hadn’t known he’d closed them) and looked over his
shoulder at his guardian.
“As part of your punishment, I’m going to have you clean me for once. Remember
when I said guardians don’t clean the inside of their peepholes? Well, they
clean the outside, or rather, their poofs clean the outside for them. It’s one
more task you’re learning early. Turn around, but stay on your knees”.
Harry had no idea how to clean his guardian’s penis…no wait. A guardian’s penis
is called a coo- a cock! How was he supposed to clean it? Shouldn’t they be in
the bathroom? He thought as he turned around and looked up at Lord Dumbledore
who was still sitting on the couch, legs spread wider than before.
Dumbledore unclasped his robes and unzipped his fly. He freed his penis from
the confines of his silk undergarments. “Come closer my boy, I want you to see
your guardian’s cock”.
Harry shuffled closer, almost hypnotized by the much older man’s impressive
tool. “It’s a lot bigger than mine” the boy said lamely.
“Of course, Harry. You are a poof after all. Go ahead and touch it”.
Harry brought his hand up and gently touched the tip of the man’s cock. After
hearing more encouraging words from his guardian, Harry began stroking it. The
cock quickly got harder under his hand.
“Why don’t you give it a lick?”
Harry was instantly brought out of his trance. “Wait, you want me to-?”
“Yes that’s right. A poof cleans their guardian’s cock with their mouth. It’s
how it’s always been done. You’ll learn in no time”.
“But that’s dirty!”
“Harry!” Dumbledore said sternly. “You’ve already received one punishment this
evening, let’s not make it two. I understand it may be unpleasant to you right
now, but this is part of a poof’s job. It’s the law. I’m only trying to teach
you what you need to know to survive. If you’re going to continue to act this
way when I introduce you to something new, I don’t know how this will work!”
“No, please! I’m sorry sir. I’m sorry lord Dumbledore. I didn’t mean it. I’ll
do it! Just tell me how and I’ll do it!” Harry begged. He didn’t want to face
the consequences of losing the Headmaster as his guardian.
The man stared at Harry for a good minute, then he allowed his face to soften.
“Well, if you truly wish to continue you can begin by licking along the
underside of my cock, from root to tip”.
Harry rushed to comply. He could still feel the vibrator slowly and painfully
entering and exiting his asshole, accompanied by the quick shocks of pleasure.
Harry got really close to the man’s cock and did what he had been instructed to
do. He licked up the man’s member. It tasted salty, not too unpleasant. He
licked it again. And again until the man told him to try licking at the head
for a bit. When his guardian was tired of that, he had Harry suck on the tip,
and then slowly suck more and more of it into his mouth until he felt like he
might throw up.
Dumbledore placed a hand on the boy’s head and guided him slowly forward and
backward on his cock, effectively throat-fucking the child.
“Use your tongue Harry. Clean my cock well”
Harry did as he was told, licking all around the large member as he sucked. He
couldn’t fit the entire thing in his mouth, but did the best he could.
After a while of this his guardian suddenly clenched his fist in Harry’s hair
painfully, causing the boy to scream around the cock in his mouth. The member
in question stilled and released…something. It was salty and also bitter. Harry
didn’t much care for the taste. The man pulled out and Harry could see that the
liquid looked just like the one he had spilled on his guardian’s desk last
night. It was Lord Dumbledore’s cum!
Dumbledore panted, looking down at his little pet. Beautiful. He had cum
dripping from his lips, which he caught in his hands. ”A- a poof needs to
always drink down his guardian’s cum” He said, regaining some composure.
Harry instantly swallowed what was in his mouth and licked at his hands. He
didn’t want to anger Lord Dumbledore again tonight.
The man put his penis back in his robes and canceled the spell on Harry’s
vibrator. He grabbed the end of it and roughly pulled it out. Harry yelped.
Dumbledore then lubed up the plug and put it where it belonged.
After that Dumbledore told Harry to put his clothes back on and to have a
pleasant night. Then the Headmaster thought of something. He went back to his
bathroom and retrieved a potion from the cabinet. He walked back to where Harry
waited in the office.
“Before you go Harry, I want to give you something” the man said pulling a
small vial out of his robes. At Harry’s confusion the man explained, “This is
the Dreamless Sleep potion. I’m willing to bet you had a rather hard time
falling asleep last night” Harry nodded. “I want you to try sleeping without
the potion at first, but if you can’t manage it by one in the morning, take the
potion and you’ll be able to sleep the rest of the night”
Harry gratefully took the potion he offered and left.
When the door closed behind the boy, Dumbledore smiled. The potion was designed
to give the recipient a full eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. If Harry took
the potion at one as instructed, he wouldn’t wake till at least nine in the
morning. The boy would miss breakfast and, if he rushed, may make it to his
first class of the day only a few minutes late…which, of course, would leave no
time for Harry to use the loo. The result: Harry would piss his pants. The evil
old man couldn’t wait to humiliate and punish him for it.
Chapter End Notes
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Later that night Harry lay awake in bed again. It was already midnight and he
couldn’t sleep. He wished he could use the Dreamless Sleep Lord Dumbledore had
given him now. Everyone else was fast asleep. He could hear Ron in the bed next
to his snoring away. He could even hear Seamus snoring in the furthest bed from
his. He tossed and turned a few more times, bored and tired. He could feel a
dull throbbing in his hole, not nearly as bad as the night before. Then he
thought about the punishments he had received only a few hours ago. He thought
mainly of the vibrator. It was big and long and it hurt every time it was
inside him, but it also made him feel…really good. It always hit his prostate
and that sent pleasure throughout his entire body.
Harry lowered his sheets; he made sure the curtains around his bed were drawn.
He experimentally reached a hand down and grasped the end of his plug. He then
tried to push it further inside. It moved a little, then wouldn’t go any
further. He pulled it back again and pushed it in. He was trying to see if he
could find his prostate. He did this for half an hour with no luck. Maybe it
was further inside? Harry looked down at his pe- his clit. For a while now it
had felt tingly, like it almost wanted to get hard, but harry didn’t understand
why. He hadn’t found his prostate after all. Harry shifted position. He felt
the sheet of his bed drag against his balls. It reminded him of when Lord
Dumbledore’s robes or hands would brush up against them by accident. It felt
good. His guardian hadn’t yet payed any attention to them…it was probably
because he wasn’t supposed to cum. Harry felt that if they were played with, he
might just have an accident and cum. But of course now he had the cage, he
couldn’t cum. Harry reached another hand down and fondled his balls. He did
this while he was still trying to thrust the plug in and out. This combination,
even without his prostate made his penis strain against the bars of the cage so
much that it hurt. Eventually it hurt so much that he needed to stop, even
though it also felt so good.
Harry looked over at the clock. It read 1:22. It was time to take the potion.
Harry woke up with a start. He. Needed. To. Pee. He quickly got dressed and
looked at the clock. He was already late to his first class! He rushed out the
door and down the steps and when he arrived, out of breath to transfiguration,
he received a detention. That was already two detentions he’d earned that week!
He tried not to think about his bladder, but he couldn’t help it. He ended up
messing up his spells and even Hermione couldn’t help him concentrate. Once
class ended he rushed to the nearest bathroom but the stalls were all full. He
tried rushing to the bathroom one floor above the one he was on, but he ran
into Professor Flitwick in the halls. It just so happened he had charms class
next and the Professor wanted to discuss his essay as they walked to the
classroom. All through his next class he kept telling himself that he would get
to pee right after class ended. Harry strained to hold it. He was pale and
sweating at this point. Ron said he should probably go to the hospital wing. He
ended up making it through class. On his way to the loo near his next class,
potions, he ran into Malfoy. This was just not his day! Malfoy wouldn’t let him
pass. He could see the distress in Harry’s eyes.
“What’s wrong Potter? Need the loo?”
“Get out of my way Malfoy!”
“Or what? You’ll piss on me?” Malfoy laughed.
Just then the bell for third period rang. Malfoy ran past Harry and into class.
Harry thought about going to the loo right then and being a few minutes late
for class, but he had potions next and didn’t want another detention with
Snape. He begrudgingly went to class.
As Harry mixed the potion he was making, Neville poured in a beaker of Dragon
saliva. Watching the clear liquid drip, drip, dripping into the cauldron made
Harry almost cry. He was at his limit. His lip was sore from biting it and his
muscles sore from holding his pee in. It was almost the end of the lesson
though. Only ten more minutes. He felt a drop of pee escape his slit and
squeezed his muscles tighter.
“Time’s up! Everyone fill a beaker with your potion, you’re going to try them.
If you’ve done it right, you should feel more relaxed. Potter bring your potion
up here, we’ll start with you”
Harry quickly filled a beaker with the blue potion and made his way to the
front of the room.
“Drink it” came the command from Snape.
Harry chugged the horrible tasting liquid. And then it happened. He didn’t know
if it was the potion relaxing his muscles or the fact that he was putting more
liquid into his body, but his bladder involuntarily released. The wetness in
his pants spread quickly. Pee ran down his legs onto the tiled dungeon floor,
creating a yellow puddle where he stood. At first everything was quiet, then
Malfoy laughed. Everyone joined in. Snape was yelling at him. His eyes blurred
with tears as he took off out of the room. He was still peeing. He couldn’t
stop the flow. He made it to the Headmaster’s office, Lord Dumbledore’s office.
He said the password and ran up the stars. He knocked on the door and when it
opened he walked inside and collapsed on the hardwood floor. Somewhere along
the way he had stopped peeing, but his soaked legs and pants spread pee on the
wood. Harry was on his knees sobbing with his face hidden in his hands. He
didn’t look when Dumbledore closed the door. He didn’t lift his head when he
heard the man leave the room, or when he returned.
“Harry,” The man tried. “get up”.
Harry didn’t look at him. He wouldn’t be able to look at anyone ever again. He
had had an honest to god accident in potion’s class. He was eleven years old,
not four! This shouldn’t be happening! He lowered his hands but kept his eyes
closed. He wasn’t ready to see the look on the man’s face, the look of
disappointment.
Pain suddenly sliced across his face so hard that he fell over. He opened his
eyes and placed a hand on his burning cheek. Dumbledore was looking down at him
seething with anger. He suddenly realized the man had slapped him. He had never
seen the Headmaster look this way toward anyone before and it scared him.
“Get up!” Dumbledore yelled.
Harry was too scared not to obey. He shakily got to his feet.
Dumbledore looked at the boy with as much hate as he could muster. On the
inside he was giddy. Harry had pissed himself in Potions class no less. The
Slytherin’s were going to be merciless. He knew he had to act mean now, stern
and angry. He wanted to show the boy that even though he was usually kind and
accommodating he would be unforgiving of bad behavior. It was like training a
dog: a bone for a job well done and a beating for pissing in the house. If he
did this right, Harry would be the most well behaved, complacent little boys
that would ever attend this school. If this training went well, Dumbledore knew
he could further mold Harry to his liking.
Dumbledore slapped Harry hard on his other cheek, causing the boy to fall
again.
“Up now Poof!”
Harry got up again.
Dumbledore could see that both of the boy’s cheeks were rosy red now. It looked
like he had on blush. He boy stiffened, waiting for the next blow, but
Dumbledore got out his wand and with a simple spell the boy was nude.
“You know better than to come in here without leaving your clothes at the door!
And to soil my floors with your pee?! Disgusting! Are you a dog Harry?!”
The boy shook his head, frightened.
“Speak up!”
“N-no L-lord Dumbledore I’m not a dog.”
“If I didn’t plug your hole up tight would you poop all over my floor as well?”
“N-no Lord Dumbledore, I won’t…I wouldn’t-“
Dumbledore reached around the boy and gave the plug a small tug. Then he yanked
it out. It came out easier than yesterday, but it still hurt.
“Hmm, I think you need a thicker plug. You’re hole has gotten use enough to
this one I think”.
“No, please!”
“Harry If I tell you that you need a bigger plug, then you. Need. A bigger.
Plug. You shouldn’t argue with me. I’m your guardian and I know what’s best.
I’m going to open that hole of yours nice and big so I can begin training you
on what it really means to be a poof”
“What does it really me-“
“I’ll save that for later. Now bend over. Here’s the lube and the new plug. I
want you to lube up the plug yourself”
Harry got down on his knees and spread a lot of lube on the new, impossibly big
plug. When he was done, Lord Dumbledore took it from him.
“Now spread you bum cheeks apart with your hands. Very good”.
Dumbledore kneeled behind harry and tried to work the plug inside the boy. The
widest part of the plug was as thick as a normal man’s penis. His own penis was
wider. This plug was two steps up from his last. He was planning on giving the
boy the plug that would normally come after the one prior, but Dumbledore was
starting to lose patience. He wanted to hurry the boy’s training along and
relish in the sweet heat of the boy’s hole. Besides the boy would need to take
this girth eventually anyway, why not now? Even though he thought that,
Dumbledore was having no luck getting the widest part of the plug past the
child’s sphincter. He stood up behind the boy and placed his shoe clad foot
gently on the base of the plug that was sticking out of Harry’s ass. Then he
pressed his foot down quickly like one would when pressing the gas pedal of a
car. Harry screamed. The plug popped in.
“stand up and bend over” was the command.
Dumbledore looked at the boy’s hole. It bled a little. Dumbledore wiped the
blood away with a tissue and fed the boy a healing potion.
“There now that wasn’t so bad”
Harry just sniffled.
“Harry, you need to answer me when I speak to you” He said sternly.
“Yes Lord Dumbledore. It wasn’t so bad”.
“Good. Now that that’s out of the way, why don’t we have lunch? We can eat in
my rooms today, then you can go back to classes. You have two left I believe”.
“Sir, I don’t know if I can go back. Everyone saw me- saw me pee-“
“It’s alright Harry, we’ll just tell everyone you have a bladder problem and
that’ll be the end of it”.
“But I don’t have a bladder problem! That’s too embarrassing!”
Harry felt another slap to his cheek. Just as painful as the others had been.
“Do. Not. Ever. Raise your voice to me. Understand?”
“Y-yes, Lord Dumbledore”
“If say I’m going to tell the school you have a problem holding in your
bladder, I will. There will be no arguments”.
“Yes, sir” Harry said, eyes downcast.
Dumbledore led the boy to his table where he called for a house elf to bring
them lunch. When they had eaten, the man brought Harry back to his office.
Harry’s bum was throbbing painfully. He didn’t know if he could last the whole
day with a plug this big up his asshole. He knew it was because he was being
punished, but it didn’t feel right. It wasn’t really his fault that he had peed
himself. He wasn’t able to go earlier that day. Then he remembered the look on
Lord Dumbledore’s face, the painful, stinging slaps he had received from the
man. Harry had never seen him like that before. It wasn’t just that he peed his
pants, he wasn’t able to follow a simple order from his guardian. This was his
fault. He should have woken up earlier instead of sleeping in. He should have
raised his hand and asked to be excused from class so he could use the
bathroom. So what if it was embarrassing. At least then he wouldn’t have gone
against his guardian, the very person who was trying to save him from his fate.
“Harry, I want you here as soon as your last class of the day ends. You’ll be
eating dinner in my rooms”
“…okay Lord Dumbledore”
“Now go on” he said, holding the door open for the child.
Harry hurried to his next class anxious that the whole school now knows he peed
himself in Snape’s class.
~ ~ ~
Later that day, Harry stood in Lord Dumbledore’s office, having already removed
his clothes, and waited patiently for the man to acknowledge him.
Dumbledore looked up from the papers on his desk and ordered, “Turn around and
bend over”. The boy quickly complied. “I’m not going to allow you to pee
tonight, you’ve pissed enough earlier I would say. I’m going to have you wait
for after breakfast tomorrow”.
Harry wanted to say something, complain that he had already had lunch and would
be having dinner too. How could he wait that long to use the bathroom? But he
kept silent. He was already scared of the punishment he would receive from
earlier, he didn’t want it to be worse.
“How’s your little asshole doing? Is the new plug alright? Does it hurt?”
“I-it, it hurts sir. I wasn’t able to concentrate much today”.
Dumbledore walked around the desk, behind Harry, and placed his hands on
Harry’s round cheeks. He spread them and looked at Harry’s tight sphincter
practically convulsing around the large plug two sizes too big. The man stood
up and urged Harry to turn around and face him. “I think tonight is the night I
tell you the real reason I’ve been giving you bigger and bigger plugs. You need
to start mentally preparing yourself for what’s to come”
“The real reason? I thought you were stretching my hole so that it doesn’t hurt
to clean?”
“And does your hole still hurt when we clean it out?”
“Er…not my hole, my stomach. Only when my stomach is full of water” Harry
answered.
“You see? Your hole has already been trained to easily fit the nozzle of the
syringe so we can clean your hole. So then, why do you think I’ve been
stretching your hole further?”
“I thought maybe…because of the other ways to clean my hole?”
“No, that’s not it. Try again”
Harry thought for a while. If his hole wasn’t being stretched so it wouldn’t
hurt during his cleaning then was it being stretched so it wouldn’t hurt for
something else? Or was it something simpler? Was it the sign of a poof to have
a stretched hole? He decided to go with that. He asked Lord Dumbledore.
When Dumbledore heard the boy’s answer he laughed. “That’s a good guess Harry.
It’s even partially true. But why do you think poofs need to have stretched
holes? Remember poofs are seen as women. What is something woman have that men
don’t? What do poofs need in order to be women?”
“Breasts?”
Dumbledore tried to hold back a chuckle. “We’ll get back to that one later.
Here let me show you something” Dumbledore open his desk drawer and pulled out
a peach skin-colored dildo. It even had veins and balls at the bottom. He
brought it over to Harry so he could see. “I’m not going to put the vibrator
inside you tonight. We’ll use this dildo instead. Remember that I told you
dildos were like vibrators, but looked different? What does it look like?”
Harry knew what the object looked like but he still didn’t fully understand
what it meant. “It looks like a penis”.
“Exactly. I’m going to put this penis-shaped object inside your little hole, so
I can stretch you even more. So I can prepare your hole better. Do you
understand now?” Dumbledore could tell that the gears were moving, but harry
was still too immature to put two and two together. “What do women have that
men don’t Harry? What do men do with woman? Why were boys turned into poofs in
the first place? Come on, my boy, I know you know this”.
Harry thought back to his muggle health class. The class about...then it
clicked. Harry cleared his throat, “Are you going to put your peni-cock in my
bum?”
The man smiled. “Yes, Harry”
“But I can’t make babies” Harry stared up at the man, confused.
“People don’t have sex only to make babies. They have sex to feel good. Doesn’t
it feel good when you cum? That’s why poofs were made. There weren’t enough
women to make men feel good, so they needed to turn boys who resembled woman,
those with tiny little clits, into poofs so they could make men feel good. I’m
going to be teaching you a few new words. Do you know that a woman’s hole, the
one before the asshole is called her vagina?
Harry nodded. “That’s where she makes babies”.
“Yes exactly. But when it’s used for a man’s pleasure it’s called something
else. Either a pussy or a cunt, I personally prefer the word cunt, myself.
Anyway, that’s what we call a poof’s asshole. From now on, when you talk about
your hole, you need to call it a pussy or a cunt. Alright Harry?”
It was a lot to take it. His body was made to…to make people feel good. To make
his guardian feel good. His hole was now a cunt. He’d heard those two words
before. Sometimes the older kids would use them. He once heard a seventh year
ask his friend who he thought had the best pussy, out of the witches in their
year. He also heard a boy call another boy a cunt, harshly. It turned into a
fistfight. Harry thought the words were bad words, even though he hadn’t known
what they meant.
“So you said the plug hurts?” Dumbledore asked.
“Yes sir, my…my cunt has been throbbing since lunch. I don’t know how your big
cock will ever fit inside my pussy sir”. Harry was worried. If this plug was
giving him a hard time, he couldn’t even imagine the Headmaster’s rather large
girth fitting inside.
Dumbledore’s cock hardened in his robes at the words that tumbled through the
eleven year old’s lips. He was pleased that it had been him to dirty the boy’s
vocabulary, to get him to say phrases that were ever so lecherous. He decided
to teach him another word. “Fuck” Dumbledore said. “That’s what it’s called
when a penis goes inside a cunt. I’m preparing your hole so that I can more
easily fuck you. The act of having sex is called fucking. Say it”
Harry had definitely heard that word. The worst word of all. He had no idea it
was about sex. “Fuck” He said, it was almost a whisper. Then he said it louder,
“Fuck”.
“Very good”. Let’s start your punishment, and then we’ll have dinner.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry that this chapter is a little short, but if I had kept going
     through the punishment, it would have been way too long. Sorry for
     the long wait, I appreciate your patience.
***** Flick *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Dumbledore led the boy to the Livingroom where he had already arranged a few
objects he knew he would need for tonight’s punishment. He could see that Harry
was confused about the objects. The boy mainly stared at the rope. The old man
walked over to the couch, where all the objects were assembled and picked up
the red rope. “I’m going to tie you up a bit so that you don’t move too much
during this punishment. It could be dangerous for you to move too much tonight,
alright?”
“O-okay Lord Dumbledore” Harry said walking over to where his guardian stood.
The elderly headmaster began by tying Harry’s hands behind his back so that his
arms were tied together and his hands touched the elbows of the opposite arms.
He also tied Harry’s legs so that the boy’s feet practically touched his butt.
He attached a spreader bar to the boy’s knees. “There, that should be good
enough, can you move your arms and legs my boy?”
Harry tried to move his arms, but he couldn’t. He tried his legs. They wouldn’t
budge either.
“Very good, now let’s move you to a more comfortable location” Dumbledore said
before lifting the boy bridal style and depositing him on the fluffy white rug
before the fire.
“Remember when I pierced your nipples?” The man said, kneeling beside the tied-
up youth and playing with the nipple ring closest to him. The boy looked
absolutely gorgeous before the fire.
“Y-yes sir!” the boy gasped as the ring was tugged on.
“I told you that it was the sign of an owned poof, but what I left out was that
these aren’t the only piercings that I will be giving you. You need a few more,
one of which I will be giving you tonight”
“Where-?”
“Here” Dumbledore said pointing to the boy’s small member. He took out the key
to the child’s cock-cage and unlocked it.
“My clit?” Harry asked in surprise.
“Yes, Harry. This is going to hurt” He said as he got the piercing gun ready.
The boy tried to move away as Dumbledore rolled down the eleven year old’s
foreskin. “Settle down my boy, moving around isn’t a good idea right now” and
with that he pierced the head of the child’s penis and pushed a silver loop
through the bloody hole. Harry was crying hysterically. Dumbledore stood up and
inspected the Prince Albert he had given his pet. “Harry stop, you’re fine” The
man said as he put the child’s cage back on.
“It hu-hurts! Why do I-“ Harry sniffled, “have to-“
“All Poofs need to be pierced there. It’s-“
“The law, yeah I know. I’m sorry I’m making this difficult. I just wish it
didn’t hurt. Couldn’t you give me a numbing potion when you do this kind of
thing?” Harry asked.
“No Harry, I’m sorry, but a Poof needs to feel it all as it happens for it to
be valid” Dumbledore said as he put the piercing gun away and got out a small
horse riding whip. He showed it to Harry.
“A-are you going to whip me?” Harry began to panic.
Dumbledore didn’t say anything; he just knelt down next to the boy and turned
him around so that he was lying on his stomach with his ass in the air.
“Lord Dumbledore?” Harry asked as he tried to look over his shoulder. His clit
still hurt and he dreaded his butt being whipped. Surprisingly enough the man
began to rub the whip between Harry’s bum cheeks with one hand and rub his
balls with the other. Harry thought just last night that the man hadn’t been
paying any attention to them, and now his Guardian was massaging them! It felt
amazing. He quickly forgot that he was supposed to be getting a punishment as
his clit throbbed against the confines of its cage, still sore from the
piercing.
Dumbledore set the whip down and continued to massage the child’s balls with
both hands, kneading them gently. He could hear the boy begin to moan and
whimper quietly as his penis had nowhere to grow.
“In the span of a few short days,” the man began, “you have disobeyed my
orders, you have cum on my desk without permission, you have not held in your
bladder as instructed and even dirtied my floor, and have complained,
struggled, and fought me every step of your training. This is your punishment
Poof” Dumbledore said as he got up and changed out of his robes. He was
completely naked underneath. He roughly pulled out the plug in Harry’s ass and
stuffed the new dildo in as far as it would go, which wasn’t far as the boy
still hadn’t gone to the bathroom. Then the man cast a spell on the dildo that
would allow it to move in and out.
The dildo hurt. It was thick like his new plug and he thought his pussy might
tear. He held back his screams, but silently cried. The dildo, like the
vibrator, kept hitting his prostate and sent pleasurable sparks through him for
less than a second during each painful thrust. Harry was turned on his back.
Then he saw his Guardian lower himself down on top of Harry…on top of his face.
The kindly Headmaster was practically sitting on his face!
“Poof,” Dumbledore said, reaching for the boy’s balls and continuing to massage
them as he straddled the boy’s head with his thighs. “I want you to clean your
Guardian’s sack. Stick out your tongue and lick my balls” The old man said.
Harry looked up at the old man’s ball sack. It was very wrinkly and had hairs
sticking out of it. The man’s large balls hung low and looked nothing like his.
He didn’t want his tongue anywhere near them, let alone his face. He choked
back a sob and tentatively licked them. The texture, the taste…it was gross.
Harry almost threw up. The balls were so disgusting and sweaty, they smelled so
bad. He kept licking as his Guardian had ordered.
Dumbledore kept playing with the child’s balls as his own penis grew. The boy’s
young ballsack felt so nice in his hand. They were small and cute. They looked
like little peach-colored cherries. They hadn’t even dropped yet. He held the
base of the sack with a few fingers so the testicles bulged prominently. It
wasn’t enough to hurt the child. With his other hand he rubbed the delicate
balls and kneaded them some more. The differing sensations were probably
driving the child mad. He had an overly large dildo robotically thrusting in
and out of Harry’s hole, causing extreme pain, but it was also rubbing against
the boy’s prostate. The child was forced to lick his very old nutsack, but his
balls were being played with. Very confusing for anyone, let alone a child who
doesn’t know the first thing about sex. He looked at the boy’s balls again, so
cute, so perfect. He wanted to destroy them. He decided the gentle touches had
gone on for too long. It was time to really begin the boy’s punishment. He held
the boy’s balls in one hand and took the whip in his other. He flicked his
wrist quickly and the horse riding whip tapped the child’s balls painfully.
Harry screamed as he suddenly felt his balls get slapped by the flat part of
the whip. He hadn’t thought the whip would be used on the most sensitive part
of his body. He screamed two more times as the whip harshly hit his tender
balls.
“Don’t stop licking my balls Harry” Dumbledore warned, noticing the child had
stopped after the first hit to his balls. Harry quickly continued giving his
sack special treatment as the boy’s own were being cruelly beat. The old man
continued to slap the child’s balls with the whip. In all honestly, he wasn’t
hitting too hard, but on such a sensitive organ…Harry was definitely in
pain…just not as much as he could be in.
Dumbledore released the child’s sack and stood up, his own balls dangling as he
did. He looked down at them and smiled as he saw the boy’s saliva making them
glisten in light of the fire.
“For this next part you’ll need this, I believe” Dumbledore said as he strapped
a ball-gag in place on the child.
“Mmhm?” Harry tried to say with the ball-gag in his stretched mouth.
Dumbledore turned the child over again so that he was on his stomach and his
bum was once more in the air. He stood with his feet on either side of the
boy’s stomach, facing his upturned bum. Dumbledore leaned down and cupped the
base of Harry’s balls with one hand again and with the other, flicked them with
his thumb and index finger.
“MMMMmmmmm!” Came the muffled scream from Harry.
The old man flicked the small, young balls again. The boy tried desperately to
get away, but he was tied too tightly and couldn’t move much. “Stay still
Harry. Remember you deserve this punishment”. He flicked them again.
“MMMmmmm Mmh!”
Dumbledore looked back at the boy’s face. Harry’s eyes were bulging and tears
streamed down his face. Drool seeped from the holes of the gag, down the boy’s
chin and dripped on his carpet. He flicked the young sack again. And again. And
again. Each flick brought a muffled tortured scream from the child.
After about ten flicks the man stopped. Harry’s once peach-colored balls were
now red and purple. They were swollen and bruised. They were two times bigger
than they had been. The dildo was still going in and out of Harry’s bum and
Dumbledore canceled the spell. He then untied the boy and took the gag off him.
“Are you alright Harry?” Dumbledore asked, trying to sound concerned.
“M-my balls h-hurt” He tried to say between pants.
“I know my boy, but it was a necessary punishment. Come, can you stand?”
“I-I think so” He said, taking the hand offered him. Harry stood up and looked
down at his balls. They were so big. They were mainly purple and throbbed
painfully. Harry cupped them with his hands, but it didn’t stop the pain.
“That was your punishment for tonight, but let us begin more of your training”
Dumbledore said.
“Will it hurt?”
“It won’t be nearly as bad as a punishment” he said before putting his robes
back on and holding up two black cylinders hanging from a short chain. The old
Headmaster secured one to each nipple piercing.
“What are they?”
“Weights Harry. They are designed to stretch your nipples a bit. Do they hurt
at all?”
“Not really. Only when I move a lot” Harry said as he tried jumping up and down
and walking around the room.
“Excellent. Once you get used to that weight, I’ll give you new ones”
“You said they’re for stretching nipples?” Harry asked. “Does that mean Poofs
need to have larger nipples sir?”
“That’s exactly right Harry. You’re a very clever boy” Dumbledore said. “How’s
the dildo inside your cunt?”
“It’s really big and hurts a lot like the new plug. How long do you think I’m
going to need to wear it?”
“Oh, I’d say only until Saturday” Said the man with a smile on his face.
“Saturday? The day I get to come?”
“Yes my boy, but it’s also the day I see if my cock can fit inside that tight
cunt of yours” Dumbledore winked.
“Oh, the day you fuck me?” Harry asked innocently.
“Yes. Tomorrow may be a rather tough day for you. It’ll already be Friday so
I’ll be stretching your hole quite a bit so that my cock fits inside you the
next day”.
“Wait sir, I have a detention with S- with Professor Snape tomorrow night”
“Hmm, that’s right. I guess you’ll have to stretch your hole yourself whenever
you have time. You should already be starting to do that every night anyway.
But enough about that, let’s get that hole cleaned out for you” He said leading
Harry to the bathroom for his nightly cleaning.
When Dumbledore removed the plug, he realized how badly he needed to go. He was
so stuffed for so long he was constipated. Dumbledore had to give him four
enemas that night. Two at first, which got rid of most of his waste, then
another two to finish the job. Harry was embarrassed throughout the whole
thing. When it was over Dumbledore took him back to the Livingroom.
Dumbledore sat naked on his couch with a steaming cup of tea and a very
interesting book. He told the boy that he had done such a good job cleaning his
balls earlier and that he wanted his cock cleaned too. Dumbledore undid the
clasps of his robe so the boy could get to work. When the boy kneeled on the
carpet between his legs and began to lick his cock, he began to read his book
and sip his tea. He tried to make it seem like a poof cleaning a Guardian’s
cock was nothing out of the ordinary. That it wasn’t anything Dumbledore need
observe even.
At first Harry thought it was kind of weird how Lord Dumbledore wasn’t paying
any attention to the cleaning Harry was giving him. Last time he was very
interested, telling him what to do and when to do it, but that must have just
been because he’d never done it before and needed to learn how. Now that he
knew, his guardian could relax while he cleaned him. Kind of like how a little
kid plays in the tub while it’s parents wash him.
“Play with the dildo in your cunt” came the bored order. Well, the old man
wanted it to sound like he was bored. It truth, he couldn’t concentrate on
anything he was reading, the book could have been upside down for all the
attention he paid it. The man kept peeking over the book to glance at the boy’s
ministrations. The boy was so gorgeous with his cheeks full of his large cock
that he couldn’t fit fully in his small mouth.
Harry assumed ‘play’ meant to push the dildo in and out of him, so he reached
back, grabbed the end of it and pulled until it was almost completely out of
him, then slowly pushed it back in. Harry kept pushing and pulling trying to
find his prostate as he did what Lord Dumbledore said. Eventually, at some
point when he was pushing it back in, he felt an electric shock course through
his body. He had found his prostate at last! He kept fucking his hole with the
dildo, finding that magical place each time until-
“Move it faster” His Guardian said.
Harry tried to move the dildo quicker inside of him, but it hurt when he did.
He did it anyway as he sucked on his Guardian’s large cock. With every thrust
from the dildo, Harry’s nipples were being pulled this way and that by the
weights. Suddenly Lord Dumbledore grabbed the hair on Harry’s head and pulled
his head forward sharply, impaling his throat with his Guardian’s cock. The
man’s cock had never gone so deep down his throat before and Harry felt like he
would puke. But just then Dumbledore came inside him. The man’s semen was
quickly swallowed reflexively. When the man pulled out, allowing him to breath,
the bile came up. Harry vomited the contents of his stomach all over Lord
Dumbledore’s fluffy white rug. Harry looked at the mess and started crying. “I-
I’m so-sorry! I didn’t mean too I promise! I’ll clean it up!” Harry got out
between sobs. He knew he was going to be punished again.
“No, no my boy. That won’t be necessary” Dumbledore said as he vanished the
puke from his carpet and cleaned the boy’s face with a washcloth. “I pushed you
too far. You weren’t ready to take my whole cock down your throat, and this is
the result. I’m to blame”
“R-really? I won’t be punished?” Harry asked hopefully.
“You will not be punished for throwing up on my rug tonight Harry” The old
Headmaster said. Harry brightened up. “But when a Guardian cums inside a Poof’s
mouth, the Poof must always swallow it, never spit it out. You have spit up my
cum with the rest of your bile Harry. That is one of the worst crimes a Poof
can commit against his Guardian” Harry’s smile faded. “I have taken
responsibility for my mistakes. You must take responsibility for yours as
well”.
Harry didn’t know what to do, what to say. He was terrified. “H-how?”
“I’ll have to think of an appropriate punishment” The man said, fixing his
robes. “For now, let’s discuss tonight and tomorrow. Tonight I’m not going to
give you back the plug. Instead You’ll have the dildo inside you. When you go
to bed tonight I want you to pull your curtains and cast a silencing spell. I
want you to thrust that dildo inside you and massage your balls for thirty
minutes. After thirty minutes you should be feeling really good. At that time I
want you to flick your balls three times to calm yourself down so you can
sleep”.
“But Lord Dumbledore-“
“No arguing Harry. I know full-well that it will hurt, but you must trust me
when I say it’s part of your training. I didn’t hurt your balls tonight just to
punish you, you know. Everything I do, I do to get you ready to fully become my
Poof” The man finished. “Remember Harry, no matter how desperate you are
tonight, you are not allowed to urinate until after breakfast tomorrow”
“I know sir” Harry said sadly.
“Good. Do you think you’ll need more Dreamless Sleep again tonight?”
“Yes sir. I don’t know how I’ll be able to sleep with such a big object in my
cunt. I’d really appreciate the potion”.
“Alright, here you are” He said giving the boy a small vial of the potion.
Harry took the potion from the man and placed it in the pocket of his robes
that Lord Dumbledore had allowed him to put back on. The dildo was still in his
pussy and the Headmaster hadn't taken off his nipple weights. He told him that
he needed to wear them all the time now so that his nipples would stretch out.
“When you wake up tomorrow I want you to perform the same activity before you
get out of bed as you did the night before. Don’t forget to flick your balls
either. In fact, I want you to thrust the dildo inside you whenever you have a
free moment of privacy as you won’t be able to see me at all tomorrow. At the
end of each session flick your balls”
“What about my detention with Professor Snape?”
“Whenever you have a moment alone during your detention, use the dildo”
“What if Professor Snape catches me?”
“Ah, don’t worry about that. Just follow my orders and everything will be
alright”.
“O-okay Lord Dumbledore” Harry said. “But, um…how will I keep the dildo in my
pussy sir? It doesn’t have a smaller base like the plugs do, won’t it just slip
out?”
“That’s a very good question Harry. Here put this on” The man said, handing the
boy an underwear-style black garment.
Harry took the piece of clothing from his guardian. It looked like underwear,
but was more ridged and with more open space. There was a large space in front
for his caged clit. The back was a crisscross of two straps. He put it on. Lord
Dumbledore went behind him and somehow clasped the dildo onto the back of the
harness where the two straps met. It was the weirdest underwear he had ever
worn.
“That dildo was actually made to be worn with this harness. It looks good on
you" The man said. “Oh, and before you go Harry, how are your balls feeling,
may I see?”
Harry turned around and showed his guardian his ballsack. “They feel a little
better now sir” he said.
Dumbledore could see that the swelling had gone down and the boy’s balls were
beginning to return to normal. “You can put your pants back on Harry. Oh but
leave your underwear off. The harness will be your underwear for the time
being” he said. He watched the boy pull up his trousers. When he was done,
Dumbledore came over to him and gave the child a hug.
Harry was a little surprised by the sudden hug. At first he didn’t move, but
eventually he hugged the much older man back to avoid being rude.
Dumbledore leaned down to whisper in the boy’s ear, while still keeping the boy
in his embrace, “Remember Harry, Everything I do is because I love you” he
said. Then he quickly brought his knee up between the boy’s legs and
mercilessly kneed the boy in his already tender balls. Then he stood back to
watch. Harry didn’t make a sound at first. His jaw dropped and his eyes bulged.
His hands came up to cradle his balls through the fabric of his trousers as he
fell to the floor. The child curled up in a fetal position and cried. “There we
are. That should bring back the pain and swelling for a few more hours at
least. With that, your punishment for peeing against my orders and dirtying my
floor are complete. You may go back to Gryffindor tower when you are ready” The
man said, sitting back behind his desk to peruse some documents.
A few minutes later Harry got up off the floor and slowly left the Headmaster’s
office. He wondered if being a Poof would ever get easier.
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Here are some quick post-it sketches of what the harness looks like.
 
Chapter End Notes
     So I changed the date of Harry's detention with Snape from Thursday
     to Friday...because it snuck up on me and it works with the story
     better this way.
***** Play With Yourself *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
When Harry reached his bed, he pulled the curtains and cast a silencing spell
just as Dumbledore had ordered. All the other boys were already asleep, so he
got to work. He took off all his clothes and unclasped the two straps in the
back from the rest of his harness. He began slowly pulling out the large dildo.
It came out with an audible pop. He froze for a second, then remembered the
silencing spell he had cast. That’s right nobody could hear or see what he was
doing. It was okay if he cried or made noise because of the pain. Harry got on
all fours and placed the dildo at his entrance. If his Guardian were here, the
man would want him to push the object in quickly and all at once. Harry decided
that if he was going to do this, he needed to do it right. He took a deep
breath and shoved the giant toy deep inside in in one quick thrust.
“AAAaaaaaghhh! AOow! Ow!” His little cunt really hurt. He kept the dildo like
that, buried inside himself for a good few minutes. He knew that Lord
Dumbledore would prefer Harry to have immediately pulled it back out and shoved
it in again, but it had just hurt so much. Then he remembered the night he had
tried to clean his hole- his cunt in the shower. He had used lotion to lube his
finger. He slowly pulled the plug all the way out and rummaged in his
nightstand until he found the lotion. He ended up putting a lot on the dildo.
Harry got back on all fours and placed the now lubed dildo at his entrance and
pushed hard. It went in a lot easier but it still hurt. He pulled it almost all
the way out and shoved it quickly back in. He was crying the whole time, but he
knew he was doing it right. After a while he found his prostate. He kept
pushing the dildo against it with every thrust until his clit ached against the
cage. He was no longer crying. It hurt a lot, but also felt good. He knew that
if his clit wasn’t caged, he may have cum by now. He looked over at the clock.
It was five minutes past when he was supposed to stop. Harry thrust a few more
times, then pushed the dildo all the way in and did up the clasps on the straps
so that his harness was once more keeping the large object inside him.
The boy knew what came next. He had been dreading this part. He turned over so
that he was lying on his back, his clit was still aching with need. He
tentatively put his hand down there and massaged his balls a bit, which were
still sore from getting kneed in the groin. He took his other hand and held his
balls in place. The hand that had been massaging himself formed itself to get
ready to flick. Harry closed his eyes and took three deep breaths before…
FLICK!
“AAAAAAAaaaaaaahhhah! AAaaaooooo! Ow!” he sobbed. He knew he had two more
flicks to give himself, but he just cupped his balls and cried for a few
minutes. His clit no longer strained against its cage.
After a few minutes he did it again. With tears streaming down his cheeks and
with shaking hands he flicked himself for the second time. It hurt more than
the first. Harry screamed and cried openly for five minutes.
After that time he did it again. He put part of his pillow in his mouth and
Flick! He bit down hard and cried for another long while. He looked down at
himself. His balls were swollen and purple again. They throbbed painfully.
Harry had no idea what this had to do with being a Poof and he hated it the
most out of anything he was forced to do. He really, really hoped he didn’t
have to do this every day after tomorrow. How wrong he was. Harry put his
pajamas on, took his potion, and went to bed, blissfully unaware that he had
had an audience.
Dumbledore came hard in his bed when he saw the young Boy-Who-Lived flick his
own precious ballsack for the third time. Earlier that day, when children were
in classes, he had set up magical surveillance in the child’s room. He could
tune-in to watch the boy in Gryffindor tower whenever he wanted. Tonight he was
able to watch quite the show. The old man looked down at his member and wished
Harry were here so that the boy could clean the cum off his cock. He sighed and
cast a cleaning charm on himself. Eventually he wouldn’t need to. He would have
the boy in his bed to take care of such things.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Harry woke up with a start and checked his clock. He had only a few minutes to
get to class. He had already missed breakfast so he quickly got dressed and
used the common room bathroom. Harry had been so worried that he wasn’t going
to be able to make it to a bathroom the night before that he completely forgot
about the other restriction period. His Guardian had said that he could only
pee two times a day. After breakfast and during his nightly training with Lord
Dumbledore. But he didn’t have his training today; he had to go to detention.
So when exactly was he going to be able to pee? He needed to ask the man during
lunch.
When lunch finally came, he quickly made his way to the staff table and stood
before his guardian, head down and cheeks pink with embarrassment, and
whispered, “Headmaster, can I ask you a question in private?”
From the corner of Harry’s eye, he could see Snape’s eyebrow arch slightly as
he watched.
“Of course, my boy” The man said, getting up from his seat and walking with the
boy out a side door, into a small room used for meetings. Once in the room,
Dumbledore cast a powerful locking charm and silencing spell. Then he said
simply, and not too friendly, “Strip”.
“What? Sir I-“
“Remember, what I told you to do if you ever had a moment of privacy today? Now
go on, take off your clothes and play with yourself. You can tell me whatever
you wish as you do”
Harry took off his clothes and stood in the small meeting room completely
naked. “Play with myself, sir?”
“Thrust the dildo in and out. You can also pull on your piercings and your
nipple weights” After a minute of non-motion, Dumbledore said, “go on then”.
Harry undid the straps of his harness and began pulling the dildo out of him.
When it was most of the way out, he pushed it back in quickly, trying not to
scream. He repeated the motion again and again. He tugged on the piercing on
his left nipple and pulled a little. It felt a little good. He pulled on the
other one. Then he tried to pull the one in his clit, but that one still hurt.
He kept thrusting the dildo while he experimented pulling the weights.
“What did you want to ask me?”
“O-oh, umm…y-you –Ah! Said that I-I could pee after O-Ow! I come see you in the
evenings, b-but AAaah! I-I have d-detention- mmhh, with Professor Ssssssnape
Ah! Sir” Harry got out thrusting the dildo brutally into himself to please his
Guardian.
“You will simply ask to use the bathroom during your detention”
“But he won’t let me!”
“You don’t know that Harry, give professor Snape a chance”
Harry thrust the dildo particularly hard when he heard that, “Ahhh Ow! W-what
if he d-doesn’t let me?”
“You’ll just have to wait until detention is over then, won’t you?”
“N-Ah! No, I can’t wait that long!”
“You can” Dumbledore said, his tone impassive.
“Please professor” Harry started sobbing, continuing to thrust the dildo, his
hand reached down to give his clit piercing a few small tugs for his Guardian.
Watching Harry play with the painful Prince Albert, Dumbledore had an idea. “If
you really don’t think you can do it, I have a solution. A way to make it so
you physically can’t pee until after detention”
“What is it?” Harry looked hopeful.
“I’ll give it to you during dinner, now I think you can finish up”
Harry thrust the dildo in one last time and redid the straps.
“Last night I was still punishing you a little, so after each time today, you
only need to flick yourself once, alright?”
“Okay”
“…You don’t seem very grateful about it” The man noticed.
“Oh, I am sir, really. Thank you!”
“Thank you for letting me flick my balls. Say it like that” Dumbledore prick
was dripping.
“But doesn’t that sound more like I want-“
“Flick your balls, then say it”
Harry stared up at his Guardian for a moment, then looked down at his balls. He
reached down and grabbed them gently in one hand and flicked them with the
other. He almost fell to the floor from the pain. “I-I…umm, tha-thank you for
letting me flick my balls sir” he said, tears in his eyes.
“Very good, you may go. Oh and Harry, I don’t want you to wear anything under
your robes for the rest of the day. It’ll make it much easier to play with
yourself when you have the time. All you’ll need to do is take off the robe
next time. Oh and keep the harness on of course.
“What should I do with them?” Harry said looking at his clothes on the stone
floor.
Dumbledore did a quick spell and Harry’s clothes vanished from the floor, all
but his robe, socks, and shoes.
Harry put the remaining clothes on and did up his robe tightly. They both left
the room and went to finish lunch. Harry walked toward his friends at the
Gryffindor table and Ron and Hermione asked him about his talk with the
Headmaster. Harry had a seat.
“Does it have something to do with your evening meetings? Is the Headmaster
teaching you some advanced defense magic? Did you have a question about it? Can
you teach me?” Hermione asked, not wasting a breath.
“Umm, yeah, it’s about magic. And no, I can’t teach it to you. He says even I’m
not supposed to know about it, but he still believes Voldemort is out there
somewhere. He just wants me to be ready”
“Is he teaching you about the stone?”
“The stone?”
“Oh so I was in the library last night, still trying to find anything I could
on Nicolas Flamel, when Ron remembered what you read off the chocolate frog
card you got of Dumbledore!”
Ron looked smug. “Yeah, I got it righ’ here!” he said pulling out the card and
showing Harry as most people had already left.
“See, the Philosopher’s Stone!” Hermione said whispering in Harry’s ear as they
walked to their next class.
Their next class was History of Magic. Harry tried to pay attention, but he was
so bored he found himself thinking of other things. He started thinking about
the Philosopher’s stone, knowing that that must be what Fluffy was guarding,
but the longer the class went on his thoughts changed. He thought of the dildo
in his cunt, he thought of the weights on his nipples, he thought of the fact
that it was very strange to sit at his desk with only the harness and his robe
covering him. His clit was starting to hurt as it pressed against the cage.
Harry thought that there were other things he could be doing right now, things
that were more important than pretending to listen to a lecture from a ghost
that wouldn’t even notice his absence. Harry’s hand shot up for the first time
ever in that class.
It took a while for the ghost to notice, but when he did he called on him.
“Yes?”
“May I go to the bathroom?” Harry asked.
“Yes, but don’t take too long, we’re about to go over the Goblin Wars” Binns
bordely informed.
Harry got out of his seat and made his way toward the bathroom. Harry went into
the handicapped stall and locked the door behind him. Then put up a silencing
charm. He took off his robe, but kept his socks and shoes on. He undid the
straps on his harness and began thrusting the dildo for the second time today.
He played with his nipples and trapped clit while he did. When he felt like he
had been gone too long, he quickly flicked his balls and put his robe hack on.
When he got back to the classroom it was already empty. He grabbed his bag and
went to his next one.
When he reached his next class, Hermione asked where he had gone. “You were
gone for twenty-five minutes!”
“Oh, um I was in the library trying to look up on the you-know what” He
whispered to her.
“You shouldn’t be skipping class!” she whispered back.
“Did you find anything?” Ron added.
Hermione closed her mouth, deciding against what she had planned to say, and
waited for his answer.
“No, I couldn’t. We can go back tomorrow, no wait, I can’t tomorrow. How about
Sunday?” He told them.
“Mr. Potter, is there some reason you and Mr. Weasley are not paying attention
to my lesson?” Professor McGonagall asked.
“Sorry Professor, I just had a question about the spell”
“Then I think it would be wiser to ask me, instead of Mr. Weasley there” She
said noticing that Ron was clearly not succeeding at getting his quill to turn
into a ruler.
“Uh, yeah I guess your right” Harry said, also looking at Ron, who blushed as
the rest of the class giggled.
After transfiguration was Defense against the Dark Arts. Harry had excused
himself during the first five minutes to use the bathroom since he already knew
how to cast a jelly-legs jinx.
“Really?” Hermione whispered, disapprovingly when he got out of his seat.
“What? I really have to go this time” He whispered back.
Harry walked into the first abandoned classroom he saw, locked it, charmed it,
and removed his robe. Harry thrust the dildo in and out quickly, noticing it
didn’t hurt nearly as much as it did last night. I guess practice really does
help. He moved the dildo as quickly as he could. He wanted to loosen his cunt
enough, but he didn’t want to be in the ‘bathroom’ too long. After five minutes
he flicked his balls and put his robe back on. He returned to class. After the
stuttering professor dismissed the class, Harry and his friends made their way
to the Great Hall. Once inside he walked straight toward Dumbledore who was
waiting by the door to the small meeting room. They went inside and Harry
removed his robe before being asked.
“Remember when you came on my desk and I had to clean out your naughty clit?”
The man asked. Harry looked sheepish. “Now I’m going to put this inside you”
Harry looked up to see a small, thin wand-like object. It looked like the
object used to clean inside his clit. Harry shivered and took a step back.
“I’m assuming you already know where this will go. If you don’t think you can
hold your bladder then you have no choice but to plug it up. Come here, I’ll
put it in for you”
Harry didn’t want to argue; he knew he couldn’t hold it for that long. His
Guardian didn’t have to help him with this, so he was actually being really
nice by giving him a away to cheat a bit. Harry stepped forward and allowed the
man to unlock his cage and pull it off.
Dumbledore grasped the boy’s penis and strocked it. The man undid the straps to
the boy’s harness and instructed him to play with himself. Harry reached back
and thrust the large toy in and out of him quickly. The old man could tell that
Harry’s hole was loosening nicely. He had probably been playing with himself
quite a lot today.
“How many times have you trained yourself today?” He asked.
“U-um let’s see. Once with you at lunch…um during History of Magic, and
Defence…and I guess now. Er, four times I guess”.
“You didn’t play with yourself when you woke up this morning like I asked?”
Dumbledore said trying not to look pleased.
“Oh! I-I’m so sorry sir!” Harry said, thrusting the dildo inside him harder and
faster to compensate while the Headmaster worked his clit. “I woke up late and
had to rush to first period! I almost didn’t make it sir, I didn’t have time to
use the dildo” Harry’s eyes started to water, he knew he was getting a
punishment.
“Did you have time to use the loo?”
“…yes sir. I at least had time for that”
“And do you think relieving yourself is more important than loosening your
tight, naughty cunt for your Guardian’s use? Poofs were made to service their
Guardian’s Harry, to prepare themselves for whenever their Guardian need use of
them”
“But, sir I only did what I did so that I wouldn’t go against your orders and
pee myself again!”
“You shouldn’t be pissing yourself at all! You are not a three year old. You
should have better control of your bodily functions by now. That time it took
you to piss, could have been put to better use…training your body for me”
Dumbledore let out a long sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m very
disappointed in you. I guess you really do need this” He said, holding up the
sound. “Your punishment will be to have this sound inside you at all times. You
can have it removed by me twice a day. Once at breakfast, and again when you
come see me in the evenings. As part of your punishment, I will not allow you
to relieve yourself tonight. You need to wait until breakfast tomorrow”
Harry silently sobbed as his clit was stroked and he thrusted the dildo. His
clit had been forcibly hard throughout their entire conversation. His Guardian
stopped stroking him to dip the object in lube. He then brought it to Harry’s
slit, where the piercing was, as slowly inched it inside. Harry cried loudly,
but kept thrusting the dildo inside himself.
Once the sound was completely inserted, the man quickly flicked the boy’s
balls. The child’s small penis deflated immediately. Dumbledore put the cage
back on the boy and locked it in place. With the cage secure, the sound would
not be able to come out.
Harry stopped thrusting and redid the straps to the harness. He put his robe
back on and dried his eyes on his sleeve.
“Alright Harry, we still have about fifteen minutes left of dinner. I want you
to come back in this room after dinner is over and train yourself some more.
Then you have your detention with Professor Snape. When you get back to your
dorm, train yourself for another hour, then go to sleep. I won’t be giving you
dreamless sleep tonight as part of your punishment. When you wake up, train
yourself for another hour, then come down to breakfast. I’ll take out the sound
so you can relive yourself. After breakfast come up to my office so we can
begin the day I have planned”
“Yes sir” Harry said. There were times when Harry didn’t want to be a poof, now
was one of them. He liked the idea of having someone in his life who loved and
protected him like a father, or grandfather in this case, but he also
remembered a time when his cunt, balls, and clit didn’t hurt all the time. It
had only been a week ago that Harry had found out that he was, or would be, a
Poof, and yet it felt like the time when he didn’t know what his tiny pe-clit
meant for him seemed so long ago. In all honestly, he loved the Headmaster. The
man had really been there for him, cared for him, loved him back. He wanted to
make him happy, to please him. He saved him from the Dursley’s after all and
brought him to a school of magic. He wanted to be the man’s Poof. Harry knew he
was just being selfish today. He should have held his bladder and trained
himself like his Guardian wanted, should have been happy to do it, but his clit
hurt right now, it was distorting his rose-colored vision.
Dumbledore canceled the spells he had put on the room and opened the door for
his pet. The eleven year old boy stepped through and walked slowly toward his
friends who were no doubt bombarding the child with question. The old man hid a
smirk and seated himself at the head table next to Snape.
“Having secret meetings with the boy?” Severus asked, not loud enough for
anyone but the headmaster to hear as he sat glaring at the bane of his
existence.
“I’ve been trying to warn the boy about searching for the stone. I suspect he
already knows far too much” The old man said low.
“I think your right about Quirell, anyway. I’ve done as you’ve asked and been
watching him. There’s something not right about him…but back to Potter, I’ve
noticed that he’s been going to see you in the evenings. I had to stop him in
the hall one night as he was out past curfew. He told me he had just finished
meeting with you. I followed him the night after, and again the night after
that, and again last night…have you held meetings with him every night this
week?”
Dumbledore sighed. “Yes Severus, I have.”
Severus stared at the Headmaster, waiting for him to continue. When he didn’t,
Severus asked, “Why exactly?”
“You might not know this Severus, but the boy’s home life wasn’t very good. His
relatives were what some might call abusive. I want to give the child what he
needs in order to fulfill the prophecy…love. If I can sip tea and chat about
mundane things with the boy, if I can show him that someone cares, then when
the time comes when he learns of the prophecy, he may very well care back. Care
enough that he helps us in this war”
“War? The war is over”
“No, Severus. I believe the war is just beginning. If we have Harry on our
side, we may have victory as well. The boy has the power the Dark Lord knows
not”
“So you really think the brat can defeat the Dark Lord?” Severus looked
skeptical.
“Yes Severus, I do”
“And you think some kindness will have any effect?”
“It did for you. Miss Evans showed you kindness when no one else would. And
look where you are now”
“I’m only in The Order for her”
“Exactly” The old man said as he got up from his seat and walked out of the
hall.
Severus turned to stare at the boy again, thinking over what he had planned for
the inevitable detention scheduled only an hour from now. He continued to stare
as the boy went back into the small meeting room, this time the old coot didn’t
meet with him. He stared for a good ten minutes until he noticed everyone had
already gone from the hall. He stood up himself and made his way to his
quarters.
Chapter End Notes
     I'm sorry this took so long to post. I honestly had no idea which
     rout I was going to take. Snape was either going to help Harry or
     join in on the fun. I really didn't know what he would pick when the
     time came. Usually when I write my fics they start as daydreams that
     I have. For each chapter I always have daydreams that help me write
     them, like (SPOILER) I've already had a daydream where, in this
     universe, Harry gets a tramp stamp. I don't know when this will
     happen however, it will fit into the story somehow. But for the
     detention...I knew everything up until the point where Snape catches
     him masturbating, yeah that's not a spoiler, it's too obvious. But my
     point is that I couldn't think of anything after that- will he
     pleasure himself with harry or will he try to save him? Snape is a
     very complicated person. I forced myself to try to daydream about it
     countless times, but came up with nothing...until a few days ago.
     Hell, I even know how this entire fic will end now, not that it's
     ending anytime soon. There might even be a sequel...maybe. Anyway, I
     was going to write the detention in this chapter as I now know what
     I'm doing, but once again, it got a bit long. So the next chapter is
     the detention, sorry that it'll probably be pretty short. Then the
     one after will be the long-anticipated Sunday.
     Oh and for you guys reading my other fic, Harry's Bottle...I kinda
     know what's going to happen, but I didn't really feel like writing
     it. It's not abandoned I promise, I'll get back to writing it soon.
     Sorry.
***** Detention *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Harry sat at his desk in the potions classroom scrubbing cauldrons. He had
already cleaned four in the hour he had been there. He only had one more hour
to go. Harry looked up from his cauldron to see Snape reading a potions
magazine. Harry sighed and continued working. He was trying really hard to get
an ugly green stain off a pewter cauldron when he saw Snape’s shadow descend on
his desk. He looked up to see his hated professor scrutinizing his cleaning
skills with his eyes.
“You’ll never get that stain out with soap and water Potter. Go into my
storeroom and get a bottle of gnome saliva. I need to head back to my office to
get the essay’s that you all turned in yesterday. I’ll be grading them while
you finish your cauldrons. Oh and don’t steal anything from my private stores.
I’ll know if you do” Severus said in his usual droll as he left the room.
Harry opened the door to the small room filled to the brim with potions and
ingredients. He quickly found the one that said ‘GNOME SVA’ and took it from
the shelf. He was about to leave the room when he remembered he was alone. It
was the perfect opportunity to train himself, or as his Guardian said ‘play
with himself’. He felt weird about doing it in a place like this, there was an
eyeball in a jar to his left and a…something was moving in a jar to the bottom
right of him. He shivered, and closed the door on himself. He quickly removed
his robe and undid the straps of his harness. He thrust the dildo viciously
into himself, moving faster than ever so he could be done soon. He didn’t want
to take too long as Snape could come back at any moment. Then he reached that
special place deep inside him and moaned loudly. He had forgotten to put up a
silencing spell, and couldn’t realize it now, for the pleasure that was
coursing through him. As if in a daze, Harry reached up and teased his nipples,
pulling gently on the rings, pulling down on the weights as he continued to
thrust. Each inward motion was accompanied by a white light of pleasure, even
though the pain was ever-present.
Severus noticed the door to his storeroom was closed the moment he stepped in
the classroom. He sighed and went to open the door. He could hear noises coming
from the other side. “What could possibly be taking-“
Harry was facing away from the door, one hand on the dildo and another on his
nipple, when he heard the door open and Snape’s voice come to an abrupt halt.
Severus could not believe what he was seeing. Harry Potter had his naked back
to him and had clearly been masturbating in his storeroom. The boy who lived
looked over his shoulder at him and quickly turned around so Severus couldn’t
see the toy that was buried in the boy’s ass, not that he hadn’t already gotten
quite the view. The boy didn’t realize that turning around would show his front
apparently, as Snape’s eyes opened impossibly wider. The first thing he saw was
the cock cage. Then he noticed the piercing, and that led to the sound buried
in his slit. Severus’s eyes traveled up and he saw that weights were hanging
from small hoops that were attached to the boy’s nipples. Oh and of course
there was the BDSM harness that completed the look. Severus just stared.
“What are you doing Potter?” Severus said robotically
“P-playing with myself”
“I can see that, but for the love of Merlin’s beard, why are you doing so in my
storeroom during a detention?!” Severus yelled at the child. He was no longer
in shock. He was angry and a little curious. Harry Potter was just eleven years
old. How did he get this equipment, let alone know how to use it? Did one of
the other students dare him? If it was one of the seventeen year olds, they
would be in very big trouble.
Harry redid the straps on the harness. He then looked down at his balls. He
couldn’t go against Lord Dumbledore’s orders again. He had to flick them. He
just really didn’t want too in front of Snape.
“Well?” Severus asked.
Harry grabbed his balls and flicked quickly. “AAahhhhh! Ow!”
“Potter? Why did you just do that? Wait right here!” Severus said getting a
pain reliever potion from his desk. He came back with it and said, “For the
pain” He tried to hand it to Potter, but the boy waved his hands and shook his
head.
“N-no sir, I can’t! He’ll be so mad!”
“Who?” The man asked looking perplexed and trying not to give into the
temptation of shaking the child.
“My Guardian” Harry said.
It was as if the gears fit into place. The Headmaster had told him that the boy
had been abused. He must not know that it was sexual abuse, that the boy’s
relatives had a hold on him, even now. “Potter, put your clothes on” the man
instructed. The boy put his robe on and clasped it.
“Where are the rest of your clothes?”
Harry blushed and stared at his feet.
“I see. Well then, follow me Potter”
Snape led Harry to another door. It was the entrance to the man’s private
rooms. Harry walked slowly behind him. He was so embarrassed he could barely
stand it. They walked inside the man’s living room. Snape sat in a large
armchair and instructed Harry to take the couch opposite. There was a coffee
table between them and a fire was crackling in the fireplace. The room was done
in greens of course.
They sat there in silence for a while, neither of them able to find the words.
Eventually Severus had to be brave enough to tackle the issue.
“Your guardian tells you to hurt yourself, Potter?”
“…He, umm, he tells me to- to flick my balls when I’m done sir” Harry kept his
eyes on a small part of the carpet; he couldn’t bear to look up, to see Snape’s
cruel eyes at the moment.
“When you’re done with what?” Severus knew, oh god he knew, but he needed to
hear the boy say it.
“When I’ve thrusted the dildo enough times. He told me that I need to flick my
balls to calm myself down”
“Did he cage your penis?” The boy nodded. “And the sound? Did he put that
inside you?” Another nod. Severus sighed. “Potter, has he put his penis inside
you? Be truthful”
Harry looked up at that. Snape must know that he’s a Poof if he’s asking about
that. “No, sir. Not yet. He said I had to use the plugs and the dildo before he
could fuck me. It’s so that my tiny cunt can handle his really big cock, sir”
Severus’s cock gave an unwelcome jolt to the words the child used. “Did he
teach you those words?”
“Yes, sir”
“Has he made you touch him?”
“I’ve cleaned his cock and balls with my mouth”
Severus swallowed loudly and couldn’t help staring at the boy’s plump lips. It
was wrong; he was trying to help Potter, not- “Where has he touched you? Show
me” Harry unclasped his robe nervously. Severus had meant for the boy to point
where he had been touched over his clothes, not reveal himself again.
Harry shakily touched his chest “he’s touched my nipples” then moved down to
his groin “and my clit”. Harry spread his legs, pushing them up and grabbing
them at the knees so he could show his balls and hole “and my balls and cunt,
sir”
Severus looked at the harness where the boy’s hole was and remembered how big
the toy had been when he saw it. “Does the dildo hurt you?”
“Yes, but it hurt a lot more this morning. Can I put my robe back on now?”
“Yes” the man said as he stood up, facing away from the boy. He’d heard quite
enough for one night. “You may go now Potter”
“What about the stain on the-“
“Your detention is served” Severus said sternly.
When the boy finally left, Severus made himself a drink and sat back down in
his chair. This was serious; he needed to tell Albus first thing in the
morning. He picked up an old photo album and leafed through it. He landed on
the picture of Lily and James that he had taken in secret. If she had been
alive, Lily would have fainted at the news that her only son had been sexually
abused by her relatives. Severus stared at her eyes. They shared the same
green, almond shaped eyes. He imagined Lily on his couch, naked except for a
harness and nipple piercings. His cock gave another jolt. He looked back at the
picture, at James. The boy shared the same messy black hair as him, and the
same knack for getting in trouble. Besides his eyes, he was an exact clone of
his father. It sickened him. He thought about catching Potter in his storeroom,
he could bring it all back. The boy’s flushed cheeks, his rear as he thrusted
the enormous toy inside himself, his nipples that he played with, and the moans
of pleasure and pain that he made. He hadn’t been blessed with a photographic
memory, but this image was something he’d never forget. He knew he would always
remember it perfectly.
Severus took another sip of his amaretto and tried not to feel smug. He tried
not to feel the feelings that were currently buried deep. If he was honest with
himself, the moment he had opened that storeroom door… he had been aroused. The
thought of Harry bloody Potter, The Boy who Lived, the spawn of the man that
received all of his enmity- to see the boy painfully fucking himself on a dildo
far too big for him, to see his ironically small member caged up tight with
ejaculation banned, to see him used for someone else’s pleasure (a muggle no
less), as nothing but a toy, a cheap whore, had Severus’s cock growing as he
recalled it all.
The man poured himself another drink and sat back down, unzipping his fly and
grabbing himself. He closed his eyes and recalled the flush of the boy’s
cheeks, the untidy hair, the wiry glasses. If he was being even more honest, as
honest as a man can possibly be with himself, if there were no ethics and no
societal norms, Severus knew that he would have loved to have corrupted the
child to this extent, perhaps more so. He would fuck Potter raw on his cock,
squeeze the boy’s balls as he did so, and bite his nipples until they were
swollen and red, before brutally Cumming, releasing his seed inside him. He
would give the boy a male fertility potion, and force the child to carry his
offspring, the offspring of a man he hates so very much. He wanted to get back
at the boy’s father. James Potter took his Lily away from him and spread his
seed inside her, creating a child. Severus wanted to take Potter’s Harry away
from him and force him to create a child. It was retribution.
Severus was so close. He put his cup down and palmed himself vigorously, like a
schoolboy, with thoughts of revenge.
No! Forget that the child is Harry Potter! “The boy is eleven Severus”, he told
himself out loud. He’s just some poor abused child. If it were any other
student, he couldn’t even begin to imagine such things. Severus Snape was not a
pedophile. He needed to tell Albus and the Aurors tomorrow. He would not stand
back while one of his students was being abused, even if they might deserv- he
stopped that thought immediately, no eleven year old deserved this. Harry was
not his father, but the man couldn’t stop stroking himself.
Severus came with a grunt all over his hand, and he allowed himself one last
bad thought before he locked it all away: Harry, on his knees, licking the cum
off his hand.
Chapter End Notes
     Coming up next: Saturday! You guys can't wait to read it, I can't
     wait to write it, it'll be a fun time! (I might need to split it into
     2 chapters though)
***** Saturday (Part 1) *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
8:45 PM Friday
There were so many thoughts going on in Harry’s mind he didn’t know what to
focus on. He was so utterly embarrassed. His most hated professor now knows
that he’s a poof. Snape saw him naked, made Harry show him again. He saw
everything Harry had been trying to hide. He knows everything. As Harry made
his way back to his dorm he could feel his bladder scream for release. But
there was nothing he could do now. He wasn’t even able to go against his
Guardian’s orders even if he wanted too anymore. His peephole had a sound in it
now. And he couldn’t take it out without taking off the cage…which was spelled
against him. He would simply have to wait till morning, not that that made him
feel any better as his bladder hurt every step of the way. He could also feel
the pain in his behind as well. Part of it was from the plug, but he also
needed to use the loo. Harry couldn’t decide what was worse about being a poof:
bathroom restriction or flicking his balls…which reminded him of what his
guardian had instructed him to do that night. He had to play with himself for
an hour before going to bed and then another hour in the morning after he wakes
up.
When Harry finally reached his dorm, he got on the bed, closed the bedcurtains,
and cast a silencing spell. He undid the straps to his harness and began
thrusting the dildo. It was going in much more smoothly and hurt him less.
Harry reached up and began pulling on the weights attached to his nipples. He
decided that tomorrow he would ask the headmaster for heavier ones, that would
hopefully make the man happy. Harry moved his hand further down his body and
found the piercing on his clit. He gave that a few pulls as he continued to
thrust the dildo with his other hand. He thought of Dumbledore. How the man
looked when he was being kind, how he looked when he was stern. How he looked
when he yelled at him, told him vicious truths about himself. It made Harry
feel like he wasn’t good enough to be the Headmaster’s Poof. These thoughts
surprisingly made him strain further in his cage. As he continued to think of
his guardian, something odd happened. Suddenly a different image popped into
his head. Snape. Snape berating him. Snape telling him he was a good-for-
nothing. Telling him he had a small penis. Snape watching him play with
himself. Exposing himself to the man on the man’s command.
Harry opened his eyes and stopped thrusting the dildo for a moment. Why did he
think of Snape? Why was his clit responding? The man was absolutely disgusting.
His creepy, long potion stained fingers, his greasy black hair, his yellow
crooked teeth…eww. He went back to thrusting the dildo and thinking of
Dumbledore, but once again it shifted into Snape. He imagined Snape touching
him the way the headmaster did. His clit hurt. He opened his eyes again and
looked at the time. It had been an hour. He could thankfully stop and go to
sleep. He redid the straps of the dildo and prepared himself to flick his
balls. At the moment of contact, he imagined that it was Snape’s disgusting
finger that had flicked his balls instead of his own. It hurt…but also made his
clit tingle just a little.
7:15 AM Saturday
Severus Snape sat in a quite comfortable armchair across from the Headmaster in
the older man’s office. It had already been fifteen minutes since he had
knocked on the elderly man’s door, and yet he still had not uttered a word. In
that time the Headmaster had made tea of which Severus had already drank two
cups, and brought out scones for them to munch on. Severus looked at the clock.
He needed to start. He needed to say something. Dumbledore needed to know. He
looked back at the Headmaster. He had to tell him. Now. Severus took a deep
breath and looked down at the empty teacup that rested, cupped in his potion-
stained hands, on his lap and said “It’s about Potter”
Dumbledore wasted no time answering, “Ah, yes. I do believe he served a
detention with you last night”. After waiting in vain for the potions master to
continue he prompted, “And? Did the detention not go well? Has he managed to
earn another one?” Dumbledore gave a hearty laugh. “You really must go easy on
the boy Severus. I do enjoy the boy’s company in the evenings”.
Severus looked up and met the headmaster’s gaze. “Right. You said you were
showing him love?”
“Well yes, we drink tea and chat about his day sometimes. Intimacy is key. Like
I said, we must get him on our side Severus”.
Severus looked back down at his cup, up again, then back down. “You told me
that his relatives weren’t treating him well” Dumbledore nodded. “I don’t think
you…” Severus paused. He had to continue. “…I don’t think you know the…severity
of the abuse Headmaster”.
“Oh? Has the boy confided in you Severus? This could be very good” Dumbledore
said, sounding cheerful.
“No, you don’t understand. Potter is- Potter has been-“ Severus steeled himself
and stared straight at the headmaster. “The boy’s relatives have been sexually
assaulting him. The child is being sexually abused! I saw-“ Severus took some
deep breaths. “I saw him masturbating in my storeroom! The boy’s uncle has made
him violate himself, has forced the child to perform oral sex on him! I saw it.
I saw his body. It’s full of perverse piercings and- and other inappropriate
things! Harry Potter is being raped! We need to call the aurors!”
At some point during his rant, Severus had stood up from his seat, his cup
rolling off his lap, and slammed his fist on the headmaster’s table. Dumbledore
had only ever seen this side of Severus once: When Lily had passed away.
The old man took the half-moon spectacles from his face and began cleaning them
with the edge of his robe. “Im glad the boy had confided so much in you. How on
earth did you manage to earn his trust so quickly?”
Severus stood silently, then sank down into his chair, composing himself once
more. “Did you not hear what I said? I think your priorities are skewed”
Severus said in a level-headed voice.
“Oh I heard everything you said Severus, even the things you didn’t say” The
man placed the glasses back on his face and stood up. “Here let me show you
something”. The old man got out his pensive, put his wand to his temple and
pulled a long string of silvery memory. He deposited it in the pensive and
motioned for Severus to join him.
Severus got up, walked over and looked inside. Dumbledore showed him
everything. When they finally came out it was already eight o’clock. Severus
didn’t know what to say. He had just seen Potter be despoiled by the headmaster
night after night. It had started with the headmaster inappropriately washing
the child’s mouth out with soap and had evolved into…well, this.
“But…why?” He finally managed.
“I told you the boy needs intimacy. You saw him in there; the wonton little
imp. He wants- needs to be dominated. He needs someone to put him in his place.
The boy is a tool for The Order. Why do you think they had the child in the
first place? James heard of the prophecy long before most. Poor Lily, she
didn’t know until she was already pregnant” The lies spewed forth easily.
“James Potter had tricked her” The old man let the words sink in. “You want
revenge, I know. You want to get back at James. You want to hurt his child.
That’s why I sent you a little sneak peek last night. I had instructed the boy
to masturbate during his detention in the hopes that you would see him. It was
an invitation. And if the state you are in right now is any indication,” The
man said looking at Severus’s crotch. “you enjoyed what you saw”.
Severus didn’t need to look at his lap to know that he had become hard while
gazing in the pensive. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Dumbledore was
raping the boy to- to what? Mold him into a weapon? Get the boy confused
between love, pain, and sex so that Harry would correlate the three, so the boy
would- what? Love the headmaster? Love everything that came with loving the old
man? Love even the pain? Love being the man’s slave…love being his weapon? It
was…genius really. But there was still one problem. “Ethics”.
“Ah yes, ethics. I believe they have a saying for this. All is fair in love and
war. Think about it, we could win the coming war, we could save the wizarding
world, and you would get your revenge in the process. The boy was made for us-
for you Severus. Just look at him. He has her eyes. The eyes you love. He has
his face. You can finally punish that face” Dumbledore paused, took a breath,
and continued. “Harry Potter was literally made for you. I told James to have a
child to fulfill the prophecy. It’s a shame he chose Lily, but from the very
start I had planned to have him owned and trained by you. Don’t you want the
boy you despise, who should despise you… to love you instead? To devote himself
completely to you? To become your willing slave? Don’t you want to inflict pain
on him, to have him beg you for more? He needs to believe he loves us for this
to work, for us to truly get him on our side. There’s nothing wrong with having
a little fun while we do. Like I said he was made to be yours. He needs us. He
needs someone like me. Someone like you”.
Severus couldn’t speak. The offer was beyond gracious. He did want to abuse the
boy, he truly did. But the boy was eleven…did the fact that he was conceived,
birthed, and raised for him make him a doll for Severus’s pleasure? Did that
negate the fact that the boy was being manipulated and abused?
“Severus, stay in my rooms for the day, I have something planned that might
convince you. You can tell me your decision this evening. I’m afraid we’ve run
out of time for our chat. Breakfast will be over shortly”.
7:50 AM Saturday
Harry was currently in the Great Hall eating breakfast as he waited for the
Headmaster. He was surprised that his Guardian had not yet shown up. He was
supposed to allow him to release his bladder before breakfast and it was
already almost over. He even had his invisibility cloak with him. He was
surprised when he woke up that morning to find a note from the Headmaster to
bring his cloak to their meeting today. He wondered what they would use it for.
He stared at the head table where the Headmaster was not seated, and he noticed
that another seat had been empty during the hour. Which professor had been
missing? It definitely hadn’t been Professor McGonagall as she had to solve a
dispute that had occurred at the Ravenclaw table that morning.
As children filed out of the hall Harry waited until the clock struck eight
before getting up and heading toward the Headmaster’s office. All he could
think about was his bladder…and the fact that he was going to get to cum today.
A few minutes later Harry was being let into his Guardian’s office. Harry
stripped immediately.
“Do you have your invisibility cloak with you?” Dumbledore asked.
“Yes sir” Harry said, giving the man the cloak.
“Alright Harry, I’m going to take this into the living rom. I’ll be right back
so wait for me here”.
“umm, okay sir” Harry said. He was confused about why he was asked to bring it.
He didn’t have to think long however as the man came back and led Harry into
the same room he had just exited. His Guardian sat on the couch and patted his
lap. Harry knew the man wanted him to sit on his lap so Harry climbed up. The
man began playing with his nipples, pulling the weights. Harry decided to speak
up. “Umm, Lord Dumbledore?”
“Yes child?”
“Umm, can I- I mean, would it be alright if I- umm, got heavier weights?” Harry
stared at his lap, cheeks turning red. The man gave a rather abrupt pull to his
left nipple weight. “Aaahh!”
“You want heavier weights Harry?” Dumbledore looked at him skeptically.
“Well, I want you to be pleased with me. I guess, I want to make you happy”
Harry got out.
Dumbledore stopped playing with the boy’s nipples and moved his hands further
down, playing with the child’s prince albert.
“Mmm ah ow”
“Do you need to pee Harry?”
“Yes sir. Very much actually. My bladder has been hurting since yesterday”.
“and how about back here” The man said, placing his palm over where the plug
was buried deep in the child’s ass.
“Yes sir. I really need to go”.
“What if I told you it would bring me great pleasure if you didn’t relieve
yourself this morning”
At that Harry’s bladder gave a rather painful jolt. “W-what? You don’t want me
to- to pee? Even though you told me I could?” The man just continued to stare
at him. “Then I guess…I guess I could hold it for a little while longer” Harry
said as his bladder screamed at him.
“But you haven’t gone for- how long has it been? Ah yes, I remember. You
disobeyed my orders and used the loo in the morning yesterday when you should
have been training your cunt. Over a day ago. You haven’t gone in a little over
24 hours. Would you still wait for my pleasure?”
“Well, umm, I guess so”.
“Say it straight. Do you want to be allowed to pee Harry?”
It took everything in him to say, “No sir”. But the smile that burst forth on
his Guradian’s face might have been a little worth it.
Dumbledore hugged the child tightly and kissed the top of his head. “You’re
such a good boy for me, aren’t you? My perfect little boy” The man said as he
petted the boy’s hair and gave him another hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Harry had never been shown such affection and he was beaming. He smiled ear-to-
ear even while his bladder hurt so very much.
Why don’t we play a game of cards this morning, do you know old maid? When
Harry nodded, the man lifted Harry off his lap and deposited him in the
armchair across from him. He lit a fire in the fireplace with magic and got out
the cards. “Whenever you wish to release your bladder, let me know and I’ll
take out the sound. Alright Harry?”
“Yes Lord Dumbledore!” Harry said cheerfully. In all honesty he wanted to
relieve himself that very second but also wanted to make his Guardian proud of
him. He vowed to go as long as he could without asking.
“alright then let’s play”
Ten minutes into the game, the man conjured up two cups of tea. “Did you drink
anything at breakfast?”
“No sir”.
“Because of your bladder?”
“Yes Lord Dumbledore”.
“It would greatly please me if you drank the tea I’m giving you, however you
don’t have too. I know your bladder already hurts as it is”.
Harry stared at the man, who simply smiled at him as he shuffled the cards
again. Harry reached out for the tea, brought it to his lips, and took a deep
sip. He felt a jolt in his bladder and made an unwelcome sound of pain as he
drank. He put the teacup down half-empty and picked up his cards. He looked up
at the Headmaster who was smiling even more widely at him now. Harry tried to
smile back. The old man leaned over the small table and gave Harry a kiss to
his forehead, right where his scar was. Harry stood up and put his arms around
the man’s neck and hugged him. White strands of hair were in his face. They
smelled like mint and tree bark. He let go and sat back down. “Sorry sir”.
“It’s alright Harry” The man said as he, too sat back down. They resumed the
game.
Fifteen minutes later Harry had drunk two cups of tea and won two out of the
seven rounds of old maid. He was also sweating profusely. He couldn’t continue
any longer. He had to use the bathroom. He had already been at his limit hours
ago and now…his bladder felt like it might physically explode. He had been
wiping his sweating face on his naked arm for ten minutes now and he Shakely
raised his hand toward the Headmaster.
“Yes, my little love? What’s wrong?” Dumbledore was all smiles.
“I-I can’t. I can’t anymore. It hurts. It hurts so much”.
“What are you asking Harry?”
“M-May I please…relieve my bladder a-and use the loo?”
“Of course you may” Dumbledore said as he stood up. Harry stood up as well.
Dumbledore levitated the couch and moved it so that it was facing the wall
across from them. On that wall there was a large window that started at the
floor and reached the ceiling. It looked out on the lake and the Whomping
Willow. The wall was far enough away, and they were high enough up that Harry
didn’t worry about being seen. “Sit down Harry”.
“But aren’t we going to the bathroom?”
“No. You will do your business right here”. At that the old man got a bucket
and placed it before the boy. “I’m going to take out the sound now”. Dumbledore
took the cage off the child’s small member and slowly guided the sound out of
the boy’s pee slit. The boy began peeing into the bucket almost immediately. He
peed for a while, a steady stream of yellow piss made a hollow sound in the
large bucket. Harry took hold of his penis and shook it a bit to get the final
drops out. “Feel better now?”
“Yes sir!” Harry said, smiling.
“Alright Harry take off your harness, all of it”. Harry did. He was instructed
to bend over the bucket and let everything out, but he was so backed up that
the man had to give him an enema. Two enemas later and the boy was all clean
down there. Dumbledore lubed up the sound and inserted it back into the boy. He
then put the cage back on him, locked it, and sealed it with magic. “I’m going
to give you what you asked for” He said as he took the weights off the boy’s
nipples and replaced them with heavier ones.
Harry noticed the difference immediately. These weights were far heavier than
the last ones and he reflexively lifted his hands to hold them, so they weren’t
pulling on his nipples. But after a quick look from his Guardian he let go and
let them dangle from his nipples which were rapidly becoming sore.
“There now that will help them grow. I would definitely like to see you with
stretched nipples. They would look so good on you, my pet. Just think about it,
every time you took off your shirt in the locker rooms everyone would know
you’re a poof. Wouldn’t you like that?”
“Well actually I don’t really want people to know”.
“Well if you really want to keep it a secret, I guess I won’t spread the word.
If it keeps my little Poof happy, it can be our little secret, alright?”
“Thank you so much Lord Dumbledore”.
“No problem my boy, but now it’s almost noon. Why don’t we get on with what I
have planned alright?”
“Yes sir!”
Dumbledore sat in the armchair and asked for Harry to part his purple robe with
yellow stars and unzip his trousers. Once that was done the man asked the boy
to clean both his cock and balls. As the child began to work his mouth over the
large member, Dumbledore stared across the room and smiled, seemingly at the
empty space in front of the window. Dumbledore pet the head of his gorgeous
little slave and showered him with complements and encouragements for a few
minutes before picking up a book and beginning to read, or at least that’s what
he wanted it to look like he was doing. After ten minutes of the glorious
tongue bath, the man gently pushed the boy away. Dumbledore didn’t want to cum
just yet. “Alright my boy, today is the day you serve your purpose. Today you
will give your virginity to me” At the look the boy gave him he explained, “I
will put my cock in your tight, little cunt now. But first, Harry do you know
how old I am?”
“Umm eighty? Eighty-five?”
“I’m a hundred and fifteen years old” The man said matter-of-factly.
“Wow”.
“Would you like my hundred and fifteen year old cock to be the first cock to
ever thrust inside you? Would you like to lose your virginity to this wizard’s
elderly cock Harry?”
“Y-yes sir. I want you to put your cock in my young pussy sir” Harry said.
“That’s a good, honest boy. Now come climb up on my lap”.
“Umm, aren’t you going to get naked too?”
“No, it’s customary for the first fucking between a man and his Poof to be like
this. The man is fully clothed while his Poof bears all. It’s to make the Poof
humble. This is the way it’s always been done”.
“Oh, umm, okay” Harry said as he climbed up on the man’s lap.
“Now that my cock has a nice coating of saliva, it should slide right in. Harry
all you need to do is sit on my lap. Turn around so that your facing the
window. Good. Now, slowly guide yourself down on my cock, that’s right. Touch
the tip to your hole and just sit down. Look at the window as you do”.
Harry did as he was told. He held his Guardian’s cock with one hand and slowly
inched his hole down closer and closer until he could feel the man’s cock poke
his hole. Harry was suddenly scared. What if it was too big? What if it hurt?
He’d never done anything like this before. His nipples were being painfully
pulled by the weights as Harry shakily tried to sit on the man’s cock. Harry
lowered himself down a bit and he could feel the pressure of the cock as it
tried to enter his hole. Harry kept lowering his backside until he felt the
very tip of the cock enter him. He lowered himself even more and felt a
shooting pain inside his hole. The entire head was inside him.
“Look at the window!” Dumbledore yelled at the child who was too preoccupied
with the pain to follow a simple order.
The boy immediately looked back at the window. He had no idea why he was
supposed to look there, but his Guardian had seemed kind of angry that he
hadn’t been.
“How does it feel to have this old man’s cock head inside you boy?” Dumbledore
asked.
“Umm it kind of hurt and my legs are getting tired”.
“Just let yourself sit fully on my lap Harry”.
“Won’t it hurt more?”
“Why don’t we find out? Give me your hands”.
Dumbledore took the boys hands and quickly brought them up so that the boy was
suspended from his hands with only the cock head in his ass.
Harry shakily held hands with his guardian. Now it was only the Headmaster that
held him up. Slowly the man lowered him down an inch. “Ahh!” Harry cried.
“Hush now, you’re alright” he said as he pulled the boy up, almost completely
off his cock, and then back down, another inch further.
Harry stared at the window as the headmaster guided his small body further and
further down on his cock. When there where only two inches left, the man let go
and gravity did the rest.
Dumbledore leaned over and kissed his boy on the head and patted his hair.
“You’re such a good boy. Taking my cock to the hilt. Giving me so much
pleasure. Such a good little Poof”. Dumbledore hugged the boy under the armpits
and lifted the child up quickly and back down, again and again, until he was
about to cum. “How does it feel to be skewered on my cock, to have your hole
turned into a cunt for the pleasure of cocks, to be only an object for my
release? Do you like it? Do you want to cum? I know you do. Every time I thrust
you let out cute little sounds, little gasps. I’ve made sure that I’m hitting
your prostate”
Harry couldn’t deny that he was feeling good. It hurt at first, but now…now his
clit hurt from straining against the cage. It felt like fireworks were going
off inside him every time that special spot was hit. He opened his mouth to
speak, but a moan came out. He tried again. “Yeesssss, it feelsss sso good Lord
Dumbledore. I-I want to cum. Please I-“
Dumbledore chuckled low in his gut. “You must be patient, love. The Guardian
always comes before the Poof. Don’t worry, you won’t need to wait long” He said
as he thrust the boy faster and faster until he stilled and spilled his seed
inside the young, naive child.
The old man breathed heavy for a few minutes, his member still buried deep and
shrinking inside the tight heat of the boy’s ass. When he was ready he raised
the child up and deposited him on his feet.
“Now do I-“
“Patience, I said. You’ll get to come today, make no mistake, but there is a
rather important matter that I would like to discuss with you”. Dumbledore
stood up from his seat and walked toward the window. He looked down at the
grounds where many of the students were picnicking, or riding their brooms
trying to practice with bludgers and snitches. It was a beautiful sunny day
with a gentle breeze. “Snape caught you last night”. It wasn’t a question.
“What do you think of the man?”
“Umm, he hates me”.
“I didn’t ask how he felt”.
“Well how are you supposed to feel about someone who hates you?”
Dumbledore sighed and turned to look at the boy. He moved away from the window
a few feet and stepped to the side. “You can’t hate him Harry. You need to love
him”.
“L-love? What? Why? Just because he saw-“
“Yes! Harry that’s the whole point, don’t you see? Professor Snape saw your
penis. Don’t you understand what that means? He now knows you’re to be a Poof!
That makes him a contender to be your Guardian!”
“What?! No! I don’t want-“
“It doesn’t matter what you want, my boy. If after all this, when you turn
thirteen, if they decide to make you his Poof, that’s the end of it. They are
the ones who decide, not us. He has already sent the Ministry a letter of Poof
confirmation. He is already in the running”.
Harry looked down at his bare feet. “No” he said dejectedly.
“Yes, Harry”.
“Not him. Not Snape. Anyone but Professor Snape”.
“Anyone? What about Voldemort?” Harry Shivered. “We are lucky that it was
Professor Snape that you decided to expose yourself to instead of a Death Eater
at least. I have no doubt that the man will do everything it takes in order to
keep you safe, just as I have. He may be a bit harsh Harry, but you’ll learn
quickly that you owe the man far more than you could ever repay”.
Harry couldn’t believe it. Not him. Not him. It was like a mantra he was
repeating in his head. “Professor…Snape”. He couldn’t come to terms with it.
“No Harry, not Professor Snape. You must refer to him as…”
The Headmaster, seemingly out of nowhere, lifted the invisibility cloak off a
figure sitting in an armchair. The form of a haughty Severus Snape! He was
seated, one hand on each arm of the chair with legs crossed. He was posed a few
feet in front of the window. Rays or sunlight were parted by his outline as if
he were in a painting of the Gods.
“Lord Snape”. Dumbledore looked at his colleague, performed the silencio
counter-spell, then turned back to the boy, “In private anyway”.
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you guys so much for putting up with me. Seriously I haven't
     updated this story in 4 months. To me it doesn't feel that long
     though. Anyway happy early Valentines Day. I'm trying to get another
     chapter up fast as there's a Part 2 and making you all wait would
     just be cruel.
***** Saturday (Part 2) *****
Chapter Notes
     Just a heads up: This chapter gets a little dark.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Dumbledore walked back to Harry who was currently stunned that his most hated
potions professor was now another Guardian that he had to please. The boy
stared at the man, open mouthed.
Severus looked at the child standing on the other side of the room. Dumbledore
had been right. He was a wanton little imp. A Right slut of only eleven years
old. Severus had watched everything: the early nipple play, the bladder control
(of child’s own making no less), the extra-heavy weights, the blowjob, and of
course, the fucking. To think a child so young would get aroused and needy from
having an eight-inch cock up his ass for the first time. Severus supposed he
had been trained quite well for there not to have been any blood. He was
eternally grateful to Dumbledore for the silencing spell that was cast around
him. He had begun breathing heavily when the child decided that he would hold
his bladder. He had wanted to touch himself during the blowjob but refrained.
He had realized that he no longer needed to masturbate, that’s what the boy was
for. The boy in front of him was made to do anything he asked. Harry Potter was
going to be his own personal fuckdoll.
As he stared at the child he envisioned everything he would like to do to him.
He imagined that the boy’s flat stomach was round with his child. He imagined a
collar around the boy’s neck. He imagined his little cock leaking for him, for
the disgusting potions master. He realized that he had already, in his mind,
agreed to the old man’s proposal.
Harry couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. He just stared straight ahead at his new-
NO! Snape was not his Guardian. He wouldn’t accept it. He continued to stare at
the man and finally said, “Snape”.
Dumbledore quickly backhanded the boy so hard that he fell, sprawled on the
carpet. Harry looked up at him while he held his sore cheek. His eyes were
watering.
“You must never refer to him by just his last name. He is Lord Snape now. You
have shown your new Guardian such utter disrespect. Go to him and beg for his
forgiveness!”
Harry began to get to his feet, but Dumbledore stopped him.
“On your knees. Crawl to him and kneel before him”.
Harry got down on all fours and crawled to where Snape- no he was Lord Snape.
The thought almost made him cry. He crawled to where the man was sitting, legs
crossed in his armchair. Harry kneeled, eyes downcast and apologized, “I’m
sorry L-Lord Snape. It won’t happen again”. The man didn’t say anything. The
man’s shoe-clad foot slowly came up under his chin and forced him to look up.
Harry met his eyes. They looked right through him.
Severus began to speak slowly and very clearly. “You will never disgrace me
again, is that clear?”
The man’s foot was still under his chin. “Yes sir. Yes Lord Snape”.
“I wonder how I should punish you? But first I suppose you shall treat me the
same as your other Guardian and clean me thoroughly” When the boy only stared,
the man gently kicked him with his foot and said, “Get to work you useless
cunt!”.
Harry immediately began undoing all the buttons on the man’s black trousers and
pulled out his cock and balls. Harry was surprised at just how long it was. It
was about the same girth as the headmaster’s, but it was at least ten inches
long. His balls were large but didn’t dangle low like the Headmasters old ones.
Harry tentatively went to lick the head when the man quickly proclaimed, “Kiss
it first you imbecil”. Harry kissed the very top of the head of his new
Guardian’s cock. As he pulled away, he noticed some precum had gotten on his
lip and now a trail of it connected his lips to the man’s member.
“Now start licking” came the order.
Harry began licking around the cockhead, getting in every nook and cranny. Once
the head was glistening with his saliva, he moved down the shaft, licking and
slurping all around. While he did this, he massaged the man’s balls with his
hands. He knew he was spending too long on the licking and that he should have
started really sucking by now, but he honestly didn’t think he would be able to
fit it all in his mouth and was scared to try. He kept licking for another
minute, until he could feel the man’s boney fingers clutch his shoulder and
push him away.
“Don’t you know how to suck boy?” Came the drawling voice of his most hated
professor. Harry looked up. Lord Snape looked down at him as if he were an
insect he wanted to squash. Harry gulped. “You really are useless, not even fit
for a man’s pleasure, are you? I can tell the Headmaster has been going easy on
you. I want you to know right here and now, that I most certainly won’t be”.
Those boney fingers found their way into Harry’s hair and formed a strong grip.
The man’s face came close to his. “You, Potter are just a hole for me to fuck.
Whether it be your cunt or your mouth. You are just a little whore, a little
fucktoy for real men to use and abuse. For us to use as we wish. I care not for
your pleasure. Your pleasure is just a byproduct of my own. You are a poof,
therefor your very existence stems from our need of you. If you do not adapt
accordingly, if you do not worship the very dirt we stand on, we may feel that
we don’t want you. We’ll find someone else. A good boy. A good cunt that knows
it’s place. That only wishes to please. We will throw you out”
Severus took a moment to calm himself. “Do you understand?”
Harry tried to nod, but the grip in his hair kept his chin up. With a shaky
breath he said, “Yes Lord Snape”.
“Right, so get to it” Severus said, suddenly forcing the child’s mouth down on
his cock. He had a few inches down the child’s throat and held his head still
as the boy began spasming and choking on his cock. He released his grip and the
boy came off his member choking and trying not to vomit. The man could see
tears streaking down the boys cheeks and Severus smiled. He had dreamed of this
last night. He hadn’t wanted too, but his secret desires came to the surface as
he slept. His dream was a bit different. In it Harry was forcing himself deeper
and deeper on his cock while tears stung his cheeks, but he also had a smile on
his face. He wanted to hurt himself, if only to appease Severus. Now he wanted
to one day make that dream a reality.
Harry looked up after he had calmed down and Snape just stared at him, waiting.
Harry began sucking the head into is mouth and slowly moving further down. He
was only a few inches in when he felt he couldn’t go any further. His eyes
found his Guardian’s. He pleaded with his eyes, but the man remained stoic.
Harry went down another inch. He began coughing again so he came back up for
air and again back down. It took a while, but he eventually managed about eight
inches, the length of the Headmaster’s cock. He really couldn’t go down
further.
Severus reached a hand down and felt the child’s throat. He could feel his cock
through the child’s skin. He cupped the skin over his cock and stroked as the
child bobbed his bead. It felt incredible. It was indescribable. The heat, the
wet, the humiliation he was inflicting. It was all so good. He took his hand
away and pulled out of the child’s small mouth. “I think you should clean my
balls now”.
Harry was relived he was done with the man’s large cock. It felt weird when his
throat was massaged. He began licking and sucking on the man’s large sack. He
worked the balls until Lord Snape told him to stop. “Show me your backside”
came the next order. Harry stood up and turned around.
“No, you idiot, your cunt. Show me your cunt. Bend down and spread your butt-
cheeks with both hands so I can get a good look at you”.
Harry did so. He suddenly felt a finger enter his hole, then another. They
scissored his cunt open.
“Hmm, your still so tight” Severus observed. Severus for the first time since
being pleasured by the boy looked up at the Headmaster who was sitting in an
armchair across from him by the fireplace. The man smiled at him as he worked
his cock, stroking himself slowly at the site they must have made. Severus
smiled back. He really needed to repay the man somehow. Severus turned back to
his little prize. “I do not wish to stick my dick in a sloppy, used hole. Clean
yourself for me”.
“Clean myself?”
“Use the enema, you dunce!”
Harry walked back toward the Headmaster who motioned to the coffee table where
the enema lay.
“You should know how to do it on your own by now, I expect” Said the
Headmaster. Then he pointed his wand at the device and said, “Aquamenti”. The
enema syringe filled up quick.
Harry got on all fours before the Potions Professor and inserted the tip of the
object into his hole. He slowly pushed the plunger and water began to fill him.
When the object was empty he took it out and squatted over the bucket. All that
came out was the Headmaster’s cum. Harry went back over to Lord Snape and
showed him his cunt again.
Snape put his fingers in the child’s ass and remarked, “Much better”. Snape
told the boy to turn around and face him. Severus cupped the boy’s balls with
one hand and asked, “Do you want my cock in your cunt Potter?”
Harry looked down. “Yes sir”. Then his balls were squeezed. “Ooww! Ow!”
“Say it with more…conviction, or I might not believe you”.
“Yes Lord Snape! I want your giant cock inside me! My little cunt was made for
your cock sir! Please use me!” Harry quickly got out.
“You’re right for once Potter. Your cunt was made for my cock”. Severus got up
from his seat and walked over to the couch by the fire. He spread out on the
cushions with his head resting comfortably on his hands. “Come here, cock-
sucker”.
Harry walked over to where the man lay. He noticed that the Headmaster had
moved his chair so that he could watch the proceedings.
“Come sit” Severus said.
Harry looked around but there wasn’t any room.
“On my cock” He instructed.
Harry tentatively crawled up on the couch and Snape pulled him so that he was
lying on top of the man. His head resting on the man’s chest.
Severus guided his cock so that it was at the entrance to the child’s small
hole. He could feel the boy’s cock cage between them. “You’re so anxious for it
aren’t you? You can’t wait for my cock”.
Harry could feel the man breathing heavily below him. The man’s foul breath
tickled his ear. He didn’t want this. This wasn’t right. He felt like he was
okay, if a little scared, when Lord Dumbledore had done it, but that was
because he had wanted the man inside him. He loved Lord Dumbledore so much. He
owed him so much. The man had trained him until he was ready, had helped him
every step of the way. Snape- Lord Snape hated him so much. It felt wrong to do
this with someone he hated, who hated him back. It was so very…he didn’t have
the words for it. He just felt a lump in his stomach and chest. He knew somehow
that the man wanted to hurt him. He wasn’t kind like Dumbledore. He wasn’t
going to be gentle. Harry’s clit was quite flaccid as it rested in its cage. It
was then that Harry’s eyes started to water, not from physical pain this time,
but from somewhere deep inside him. He could feel the tears stream down his
face and try as he might, he could not stop the cries that left his mouth. It
started low, then gradually built until he was wailing on the man’s chest. The
only words he was able to say were “Please” and “Don’t”. And he said them as he
cried. Over and over again. He didn’t know how long he cried, but he eventually
felt a hand stroke his hair. A familiar hand, petting the top of his head.
“I think we should take a break for now” came Dumbledore’s kind voice. The old
man lifted the child off his colleague and told him to go wash his face in the
bathroom. The boy quickly ran into the bathroom and the sound of running water
could be heard.
Severus was decidingly not pleased. He wanted to use and abuse the boy, to
punish him for James’ mistakes. And he wanted the boy to like it. It had
cemented in his mind how right this was when Dumbledore fucked the child. The
boy had liked it, had moaned so loudly. He was a natural born slut after all.
Snape knew then that he would accept Dumbledore’s invitation. But this…Harry
reacted differently than he expected. He acted like a child who was about to
get raped…he was a child who was about to get raped. He felt something in the
pit of his stomach. It was a gross feeling. The guilt was back. He didn’t want
to free the boy though. He couldn’t tell the aurors even if he wanted to
anymore. He was a part of this now. His prints were all over the boy. His cock
had explored the child’s tight throat…and he still wanted him. He still wanted
to ravish him. He wanted the boy to be his. His cock was still so damn hard!
“Severus” Dumbledore said sitting back down in his armchair.
“Don’t Severus me. What the hell was that? The boy begins bawling the moment I
try to take him” Severus says as he gets up and sits properly on the couch.
“He needs you to treat him with kindness right now, and then later your true
personality can come out. He needs to feel that you care. That you’re fucking
him for his well being as well as for your own”.
“But I’m not fucking him for his bloody well-being! I don’t give a shit about
the brat and I can’t pretend that I do”.
Dumbledore cast a quick silencing spell to make sure Harry wouldn’t hear their
conversation. The man knew that the boy would be in the bathroom a while
calming himself down. The old man looked back at the potions professor and
sighed. They sat like that for a while. After about ten minutes Harry
tentatively re-entered the room.
“My dear boy, have a seat” Dumbledore said motioning toward the armchair across
from Severus’s couch. Harry walked over and sat. “Harry this is very, very
serious. You have just committed the biggest offence that any Poof can commit.
You have not allowed a man to make use of your cunt, your Guardian no less. If
you were a registered Poof, so thirteen or older, and Severus ended up being
your Guardian, if you had done what you did tonight the Ministry would remove
your penis and testicles. That is how serious this is”. Dumbledore saw the
boy’s face pale considerably. “Now Severus will choose a suitable punishment
for you, but since I also witnessed the incident, I will punish you as well.
And as for my punishment: you will allow Severus to steal away your first kiss.
One of the biggest milestones of a person’s life, a moment that should be so
full of love that you would remember it forever… you are going to give to the
man you hate. Let this teach you that you must give all to your Guardian every
second of your life. That they own your body, heart, and soul”.
Harry looked up at the Headmaster and then at his potions professor. He knew he
was in the wrong. He knew he was a Poof, he knew what being a Poof meant. He
belonged to these men, both of them, at least until he became thirteen and the
Ministry chose one of them. He looked back at Lord Snape. His cock was still
out of his trousers, and still hard. Harry knew he had to apologize. He stood
up from his seat and walked around the coffee table, past the fireplace, and
kneeled beside his new Guardian. He looked up at the man and said. “I’m sorry
Lord Snape. I shouldn’t have acted the way I did. You have full access to my
cunt, and my mouth, and wherever else. They belong to you and Lord Dumbledore.
I didn’t mean to go against you, I was just scared sir. Please forgive me.
Please let me make it up to you”. Harry stood up slowly, his head inched from
Snape’s. “Please take my first kiss”.
Harry had read old fairytales about Princess who rescued Princesses stuck in
tall towers and woman who slept for an eternity until a prince came to wake
her. They always ended in a first kiss. A beautiful, romantic, magical kiss
that turned dark into light and sadness into joy. Harry, being alone in his
cupboard most of the time dreamed of the day he could rescue a pretty girl and
have his first kiss with her…but those dreams would die now. He just offered to
give his first kiss away to a greasy, mean, old troll of a man who hated his
very existence.
Severus pulled the child on his lap and placed his hand on the side of the
boy’s neck. He leaned in and whispered in his ear, “I accept”. He then stared
deeply into the child’s eyes, Lily’s eyes, and plunged in for the kiss. The
moment their lips met, Severus wanted more. He trailed his tongue over Potter’s
lips, over the boy’s tightly closed teeth, and bit gently at his bottom lip. He
wanted entry into that mouth, and he wanted it now. He pulled the hair at the
nape of his neck and the boy’s mouth opened to form an O of surprise. Severus
plunged his tongue inside at once, exploring the child’s little mouth. He
licked at the boy’s tongue, moving it this way and that as the boy tried to
hide it at the back of his throat. But there was nowhere for it to go and
Severus conquered all. The kiss lasted for a few minutes and Severus eventually
pulled away to breath. Severus allowed the boy to recover from the kiss and
then whispered in his ear, “Thank you my slut, I enjoyed that immensely. Your
kissing does need some work though. We’ll work on it”.
Harry panted heavily. That was so weird. It was not how he had expected it to
be. It was awkward and gross, and he had wanted it to stop as soon as it began.
There was one thing he did almost like though. As mean and cruel as the man
was, he wasn’t expecting it but…Severus Snape’s lips were soft.
Chapter End Notes
     Ok so I was not planning Harry's rape meltdown. It literally changed
     the entire story. Harry was originally going to be a little scared,
     but once it started he was going to enjoy it...but yeah that didn't
     happen. I swear these characters just act on their own all the time.
     Oh well, I guess there's gonna be a part three. I don't know when
     I'll post it though. Anyway I hope you liked the chapter and Happy
     Valentines Day!
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