Severus looked down at the boy and noticed he held the vial in one hand, but kept the submissive pose, head up. “Yes?”
“Do you want me to take the potion now, or before bed?”
“Since this is the first time you’re taking it, you shouldn’t wait too long to begin ridding your body of the disease. Drink it now.”
Harry quickly drank the sweet potion and handed the empty vial back to his guardian. It didn’t make him feel any different.
“Now there are a few rules and restrictions I need to go over with you before I send you back to your dorm.”
Harry kept his head up.
“Yes?”
“Back to my dorm? But it’s still only three in the afternoon. I thought, now that I’m on the potion, you’d want to…um…”
“What, are you so eager to be fucked? I’d think you’d had your fill for one day. Did those vagrants not satisfy you?” Severus smirked.
Harry blushed. He had been fucked a lot that day, but he really wanted to make it up to Lord Snape. He wanted the man to fuck him to show that he wouldn’t resist anymore. At least…that’s what he had thought while he was in the cold shower. Now well, Harry couldn’t say. He was beginning to feel his clit harden. He looked down at himself. He could see it get a little bigger and the ring around the base hurt. He really wanted some friction or…
“What now? Why are you getting hard all of a sudden? You miss those dirty men already?”
“No!” Harry yelled. He did not want what happened today to ever happen again. He didn’t know what to say. “Lord Snape, are you sure you don’t want to fuck me? I won’t resist you.”
Severus raised an eyebrow. “No I don’t think you’ll resist me. In fact I think you actually want to get fucked by me. If the state of your clit is any indication.” Severus moved to sit on an armchair. “Why don’t you tell me the truth cunt?”
Harry looked down at his clit, it was positively aching now. He was also breathing heavy and felt himself become warmer and warmer. He wanted to swipe a hand across his brow. He was sweating, but he knew he couldn’t remove his hands from behind his back. His bum suddenly became terribly itchy. He wanted something moving inside him. Something big. Something long. He needed it.
Severus watched as the aphrodisiac potion did its job. The boy looked about to burst. The man smirked and lifted his leg. He watched the boy squirm as his boot began to gently rub up and down the boy’s exposed shaft.
Harry scrunched his face up in pain. The friction was good, but the underside of the man’s boot hurt. His penis stayed erect through it all.
“I’m not very inclined today, but I don’t mind giving you a bit of the attention you crave,” said the man. He then got up, went to the bathroom, and came back holding a tube of toothpaste. Severus went to the back of the boy and told him to get into the doggy-style pose. Once in it, Severus removed the boy’s plug, coated it in toothpaste, and handed it to the boy. “Since I don’t feel like fucking you I’ll allow you to play with yourself.”
Harry got back into the submissive pose and put his head up.
“What now?”
“Um, Lord Snape? Why did you put toothpaste on it? Lord Dumbledore told me he uses lube.”
“Anything can be lubricant as long as it makes it easier to slip inside you. The Headmaster uses a water-based lubricant most of the time. I used toothpaste because it’ll sting your hole some.”
“Sting? It’ll hurt?”
“I hope it hurts you at least a little,” he bluntly stated. At the look on the boy’s face, Severus added, “It’s not part of any punishment. I simply want you to be in some pain. Remember what I said? I like seeing you uncomfortable or in pain. Now go on, I thought you wanted a fuck? I’m being generous and letting you play with yourself. You should be grateful.”
Harry didn’t know what to say. He knew he was supposed to thank the man. He hoped it wouldn’t be too painful. Why did Snape like when he was in pain? Was it because he didn’t like him? Did he not want him for a Poof? Why then did he write to the Ministry about him? Harry didn’t understand, but the more he had nothing in his hole, the itchier he got. For some reason his cunt was desperate for something inside. Suddenly the toothpaste-covered plug didn’t seem so bad.
“Thank you, Lord Snape.” He said before touching the tip of the plug to his hole. The pain wasn’t automatic as he rubbed the tip around his pucker, smearing the toothpaste on the delicate skin there. It built up slowly, like turning on an oven. In a few moments he really felt the sting of the flames. It was like his pucker was on fire, but not as painful as real fire would be. It definitely hurt, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as the sound going in or out of his clit, or the flicking of his balls. Harry tried slowly inserting the plug inside himself. Once it was all the way in he waited. The pain was once again gradual. It hurt his insides more than his pucker. Harry felt fire along the walls of his rectum. Once again, not as painful as actual fire, but it stung and burned. Harry tried pulling the plug almost all the way out and pushing it back in. It hurt, but he was also getting the friction that he wanted. Now he just had to find his prostate. What would the toothpaste feel like there?
“Potter, are you listening?”
Harry looked up at his guardian suddenly. Had he been talking?
Severus smirked. “I know you love your toy, but I need to go over a few rules with you. Stop playing for a moment and listen.”
Harry stopped thrusting the plug. He put it all the way in and kneeled once more in the submissive pose. He could feel the burning diminish a little when he wasn’t actively moving the plug. For some reason Harry kind of missed the odd painful sensation.
Severus knew that toothpaste would be the best way to introduce the slut to the world of pain. Toothpaste wasn’t all that painful after all and the pain didn’t last all that long. Coupled with the aphrodisiac and the plug, Severus knew the boy would find some pleasure in it.
“Let’s start by reiterating the rules you already know. Recite them for me.”
“U-um,” Harry’s head was a little foggy. He was still so warm, his clit so hard. He wanted to move the plug inside himself some more. He tried to focus. What were the rules? “Clothes off, um I’m not allowed to wear clothes when I’m here or at Lord Dumbledore’s. And uh…I need to flick my balls when I’m done, right? Do I need to do that when I’m with you too?”
“Yes. Now go on.”
“No talking, unless I have permission…and uh…submissive pose when I’m awaiting an order. Cold showers. I can’t touch my clit.” Harry moaned. He really wanted to touch his clit. It was so hard. “I think that’s it- no, uh…bathroom. I can’t use the bathroom unless I have permission.”
“And remember the potion. You must take the potion four times a day.” The boy simply nodded. “Now that we have that out of the way, I have a few more rules for you.”
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The week that followed was one of the hardest of Harry’s young life. He was almost always hard for some reason. He was desperate for something big in his pussy. He wasn’t wearing the harness with the dildo this week, only the plug. And the plug didn’t reach far enough inside him to graze his prostate, not that he was allowed to touch the plug anyway. That was one of the new rules the Lord Snape had introduced. Just like with his clit, he was not allowed to touch the plug in his bum unless he had permission. He wasn’t however forbidden from clenching his sphincter muscles around the plug. Or at least Lord Snape never said not to. It felt nice when he did so, but wasn’t nearly as pleasurable as it would be to just move the plug an inch.
Along with the plug in his ass, Lord Snape had also put inside something Harry had never seen before. The night Lord Snape had given him his new rules, Lord Snape had taken out the plug for a moment and placed a small thin square of what Harry thought was plastic inside his rectum. It reminded Harry of a band-aid because it stuck to the walls inside him. Lord Snape said it was partly for obedience training. He said that all he had to do was mentally say a passphrase and the paper-thin square would shock Harry’s insides painfully. Over the week, Harry had been shocked numerous times for not following the rules correctly.
But the square didn’t only shock him. It did other things too. When Lord Snape wanted him to play with himself for instance, the square would vibrate. This would happen at all hours of the day and night. He could be in class and suddenly the band-aid-like square inside him would vibrate. He needed to excuse himself to the bathroom immediately and begin thrusting the plug inside him until the vibrating stopped. It wasn’t as pleasurable as Harry would have liked, since the plug never reached far enough to touch his prostate, and he was always left even more hard and needy by the time he was done. It was like torture. Speaking of torture, if Harry took too long to begin playing with the plug, the shocks would come. Somehow Lord Snape knew when he was and wasn’t playing with the plug. After every session he had to flick his balls once. Harry’s erection never went down though.
The only time when Harry wasn’t hard was at night. In the early hours of the morning between around two and eight-thirty. Harry was able to sleep from two to seven-thirty in the morning. He went down to breakfast at eight and classes started at nine. That meant Harry only got about five and a half hours of sleep every night. Harry noticed his school work was beginning to suffer. It was already extremely difficult to concentrate during class when his clit was hard as a rock all the time, but he was also really tired. If it weren’t for his clit being so hard, he’d probably fall asleep during class.
The band-aid-like square also told him when he could eat. That was another new rule: eating restrictions. The square would pulse inside during the time he was allowed to eat. When it stopped pulsing, he had to stop eating, whether he was full or not. And if he was full he had to keep eating until it stopped regardless. It was horrible.
But that wasn’t all the restriction entailed. He also had to only eat the foods that his Guardian deemed acceptable. Harry was unallowed to eat most of his favorites. He could no longer partake in sweet deserts like cake and cookies, or delicious meals like spaghetti and meatballs. No, Harry was forced to eat only certain foods now. Most fruits and vegetables were okay, along with meats. Harry wasn’t allowed to eat any bread or pastas. He couldn’t eat any type of sauce or jam, including ketchup. And nothing fried. He could not add any type of spice to his meal, including salt and pepper. As for drinks, Harry was only ever allowed to drink water. If Harry put something on his plate that he couldn’t eat, he’d get a shock to tell him not to eat it.
Some days it seemed like Lord Snape wanted him to eat very specific foods. Once in the Great hall at lunch, Harry had put a slice of ham, a few greenbeans, and broccoli on his plate. He felt the shock after he’d put the broccoli. It was odd. He had been allowed to eat the vegetable the other days, why not that day? It was odd, but he didn’t eat it. The next day he put broccoli on his plate and nothing happened. Just the pulsing that told him he was still eating. Another day, he received a shock for everything he put on his plate, besides an apple. After he’d eaten the solitary apple, the pulsing stopped. Harry tried grabbing for one more apple and received a shock. Twice now he wasn’t allowed to eat anything at all. Harry was always allowed water though. And he knew why. Lord Snape liked it when he was in pain. Harry was beginning to understand that now. The man wanted Harry’s bladder to be full, to hurt. He liked seeing Harry sweat and squirm. Once, the pulsing continued until Harry had drunk four full glasses of water.
His friends started noticing what they liked to call ‘his new diet’ the second day of his eating restrictions. Ron thought he was eating healthy because of quidditch; he thought Harry wanted to get in shape. Hermione was more skeptical. She wouldn’t stop pestering him about it. Ron would stand up for him.
“What’s wrong with it? Harry just wants to eat right for quidditch. I think it’s smart,” the red-head said, chewing on a rather tasty-looking chicken leg. Harry couldn’t eat it because it had teriyaki sauce on it. Harry’s mouth watered. It smelled so good.
“It is certainly not smart Ron! And it isn’t healthy. Do you know what Harry ate for lunch today? Do you?”
Ron rolled his eyes. “Yeah, steak Hermione. So what?”
Hermione huffed. “No Ronald, he ate two bites of it. Two bites of steak, even though he had a whole steak on his plate. He ate three of the six carrots there, and he didn’t even touch any of the other five things he put on his plate.” Then she turned to Harry. “Why would you even put an orange on your plate if you weren’t going to eat it? Or the peas? Or the potato?”
“Merlin Hermione,” Ron said, exasperated. “Why does it matter? Maybe his eyes are too big for his stomach.”
Harry just looked between the two. What could he say? He couldn’t tell them the truth.
“And why did he skip breakfast?” She turned back to Harry. “Harry this isn’t healthy. You aren’t eating enough. You’re already so skinny, the skinniest kid I know.” Then Hermione gasped, coming to her own conclusion. The next she spoke, was in a whisper. “Harry…you don’t…um, that is…if you have some kind of eating disorder…” She couldn’t finish the sentence.
“I promise I don’t Hermione,” Harry said quickly. “It’s like Ron said, I’m just trying not to eat so much junk food and stuff…for quidditch. This morning I just wasn’t hungry. That’s all,” he lied.
Hermione still looked skeptical. She continued to pester him throughout the week. On the days Harry was forced to eat a lot, she also looked worried. He just couldn’t win. She thought he was anorexic and bulimic. He tried to tell her he wasn’t going into the bathrooms all the time to barf up his meals, but she didn’t buy it.
She was also concerned about his frequent need to use the bathroom. Harry hid the pain in his bladder well, but he still visited the restroom many times during a single day. The square vibrated at least seven times each day, some of those times were during lessons or meals. It wasn’t hard to notice his trips to the bathroom.
Another new rule was clothing restrictions. Harry still had to wear his school uniform and cloak on weekdays, but he wasn’t permitted to wear pants. Ever. Well at least not his pants. On Saturday, right after the man had explained the restriction, Lord Snape demanded Harry bring him all the undergarments he owned. Harry watched as the man threw each pair of boxers and briefs into his lit fireplace. The next day the man presented the boy with pairs and pairs of woman’s underwear. There were panties, thongs, and even g-string pouches. The panties were the most comfortable, the g-strings the least. The pouch was so small it barely held his clit and balls. He hated how frilly and girly they all were.
On weekends Harry had to dress a little skimpy. Harry found out later that Lord Snape and Lord Dumbledore had worked together to craft his new wardrobe. It wasn’t anything too crazy. His guardian’s didn’t want anyone finding out he was a poof or anything. It just wasn’t stuff Harry usually wore.
He had a lot of very tight-fitting trousers that hugged his bum. He also had what Lord Snape liked to call booty-shorts. They weren’t as revealing as the shorts he wore on Saturday when he was fucked by the hobos, but they were a lot shorter than normal. They definitely weren’t made for a boy. As for tops he had a few form-fitting tee-shirts, the type made for women, some of them were even pink. He had a few feminine blouses too. The only tops that weren’t made for woman were also tight. He even had two tops that showed his stomach.
Harry hated the new wardrobe. It was humiliating. Harry didn’t know what he hated more though, the clothes or the thin square inside his cunt. Besides shocking, vibrating and pulsing, the square would also vibrate on and off in a particular pattern to notify Harry that he had been summoned. Whenever he felt that odd vibrating pattern he needed to go see Lord Snape. Harry began mentally referring to it as ‘the call’. He usually only felt it in the evenings, but sometimes he would see Lord Snape go into the conference room connected to the Great Hall during a meal, then he’d feel ‘the call’. Harry would quickly excuse himself and enter the conference room, usually to be fucked.
Harry didn’t hate getting fucked by Lord Snape anymore. It was actually quite the opposite. He didn’t like that the person fucking him was Lord Snape, but he loved when a cock was in his hole…even though it still hurt a lot. He was so needy for something in his hole all the time, he couldn’t stand the itch. He was also always so warm, and his clit so hard. He just wanted to feel something touch his prostate. It drove him kind of crazy.
Lord Snape liked watching Harry beg him to fuck him with his huge cock. Harry was always so embarrassed to ask, but he was just so desperate. Even though when Lord Snape did fuck him the man was brutal. It seemed like Lord Snape wanted the fucking to hurt him as much as possible. He used very little lube and thrust quickly and harshly inside him. He didn’t hit his prostate often either. Harry knew that his guardian knew where it was inside him and consciously avoided it most of the time.
Lord Snape wanted Harry to thank him after each fucking, and saying ‘thank you’ wasn’t enough. The first time Lord Snape had fucked him after the new rules were established was on Monday. Lord Snape just seemed uninterested till then. Harry had no idea why. It might have had something to do with the begging again. Anyway, after Lord Snape had pulled out, Harry had flicked his balls like always, but Lord Snape just stared at him, waiting. Harry got into the submissive pose and waited too.
“Did you enjoy that Slut?”
Harry had been so embarrassed that he actually had enjoyed it. It hurt so much, but… “Y-yes, Lord Snape.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Yes.”
“But you still enjoyed it?” The man smiled cruelly.
“…yes,” Harry gulped.
“Why?”
“I- I don’t really know. My clit has been so hard lately and my bum is itchy. I’m always so warm. Is that normal? Is it the HIV? I think something’s wrong with me.”
Severus looked the boy over. He was breathing heavily, his cheeks were pink, his brow wet with sweat. He looked down at the boy’s stiff member. So small yet so hard. He could tell that the boy was trying not to squirm. Nothing was in his hole right now, not even the plug. That aphrodisiac potion really was his saving grace. It was absolutely perfect. It made the boy want to be fucked, even by him.
“Nothing is wrong with you, the potion suppresses the symptoms of HIV remember? If anything were wrong with you it’d be the fact you’re a sex-obsessed whore. You say your clit is always hard? Your cunt itchy? Come to terms with it Potter, you’re a little slut. You’d have sex with anyone wouldn’t you? All you want is a big, juicy cock in your tight, little pussy. Am I wrong?”
“I-I’m not. I’m not a slut, or a w-whore. I just…I don’t know! I just want you to fuck me!” Harry cried. Harry hung his head and cried. Was his guardian right? Was he a slut? A sex-obsessed whore? It was getting hard to deny. He wanted to come so bad.
“I just came inside you Potter. I’m not as young as you; I can’t go for round two so quickly. You should be grateful I used you at all.”
Harry lifted his head, waiting.
“You may speak.”
“I am grateful. Thank you. It hurts when you fuck me, but I still like it. So, so thank you. Thank you for fucking my cunt!”
Severus raised an eyebrow. “Exactly how thankful are you?”
“W-what?”
“You wish to show me your gratitude, don’t you?” The man’s eyes narrowed. “I just fucked you. I did you a favor. I gave you a gift. Not that I did it for you. I could have gone to a brothel, but you were close by. Even so, you were lucky that I fucked you, weren’t you? How do you think you should repay me?”
“Repay?” Did his guardian want something from him? “What do you want me to do?”
“What do you think would please me?’
The only thing Harry knew his guardian liked was seeing him in pain. Should Harry put himself in pain? How much? “Um, can I go get the toothpaste?” His guardian nodded. Harry quickly got up, walked to the bathroom and came back with the tube of toothpaste. Harry then squeezed the tube and coated two of his fingers in the paste. He turned around to show Lord Snape his hole. Then he inserted the two paste-covered fingers inside himself. He began thrusting them in and out. Harry began to feel the burn of the toothpaste. Having his fingers inside himself felt a little good though. That’s probably why Lord Snape didn’t like the proceedings. Harry turned around to see Lord Snape watching him, his face looked bored. After only a minute the man spoke up.
“Enough with that. Did you think that pathetic display would please me?”
Harry stopped thrusting his fingers immediately and got back into the submissive pose. “But I thought-“
Severus cut the child off. “You were only bringing yourself pleasure. What do you think would really please me?”
The man was kind of right. The toothpaste hurt, but Harry still wanted something up his bum, even if it was covered is the painful toothpaste. He had to do something that wouldn’t bring him any pleasure, only pain…but what? Harry looked down at the toothpaste again. He coated his fingers once again, but this time he didn’t put them in his hole. Harry looked up at his guardian. He needed permission first or he’d get in trouble.
“Yes?”
“Can I touch my clit?” Harry asked. “I…I want to use the toothpaste on it.”
“Fine. I’ll allow you to touch your pathetic little clit, but don’t you dare stroke yourself.”
“Yes, Lord Snape.” Harry tentatively pulled down his foreskin with one hand. He saw the small ring piercing in the head. It glinted in the light of the room. He took a deep breath and slowly touched his most sensitive glands with his toothpaste-covered fingers. He smeared the substance around the whole head, even where the sound touched his peehole. Then he took his hands away. The burn was once again gradual. At first it was cold, then it became warm, then hot, then the head of his clit was on fire. He screamed. He felt tears well up in his eyes. It was more painful than having the paste in his ass, but it also wasn’t worse than the sound. He looked gingerly up at his guardian. The man was actually smiling for once. “Than- thank you for fucking me,” he said.
Severus looked at the young boy in pain before him. Harry Potter had done this to himself as thanks for Severus brutally fucking his ass. Severus couldn’t help smiling. James Potter’s son was hurting himself for Severus’s pleasure because the little brat was grateful for being raped by him. What would James say? The man was probably cursing him from the depths of hell. Beautiful. And the boy was certainly coming along nicely. He still needed a lot of training, but the little slut was learning at least.
Then on Friday Lord Snape straight out refused to fuck him. Harry begged and begged just like Lord Snape liked, but it just wasn’t enough. It was late at night and Harry hadn’t been summoned. It was already eleven. Harry had gotten out of bed, unable to sleep and frustrated due to his erection. When he knocked on Lord Snape’s door, the man wouldn’t let him in. He told Harry that he was busy. Harry wouldn’t stop begging.
“Please, please Lord Snape. I just need something in my cunt. It’s so itchy I can’t take it. Please fuck me! You didn’t call me at all today! Please, I’ll..I’ll do anything!”
That’s when Lord Snape finally opened the door and let him in. Harry changed out of his clothes quickly and got into the submissive pose.
“You’ll do anything?” the man asked.
Harry gulped. “Please,” was his only response.
“What could you do to make me want to fuck you? I’m a very busy man. I have a lot of papers to grade. Why should I pay any attention to you? How are you going to make it worthwhile for me?”
Harry knew it was the same as with the ‘thank yous’ he had to give every day. Each day he hurt himself to say thank you for being fucked. Now he had to beg by hurting himself. And afterward he still had to thank the man too. Harry looked up at him. “The toothpaste-“
Severus cut him off. “You’ve used toothpaste on different parts of your body for days now. I’m starting to think you’re enjoying it. And anything you enjoy, I really couldn’t care less for. Your antics are starting to bore me, whore. If this is really all you can come up with,” he said, standing from where he sat at his desk. He walked over to the door leading to his bedroom. “then leave,” he said, opening the door. Before he took a step he heard the boy scream. Severus turned around to see that the boy was holding a ruler that Severus had forgotten to put away in one hand and his tiny ballsack with the other. Severus was stunned. The boy had just slapped his balls with the ruler. He looked at the child’s tear-stained face, then again at the reddening balls. Then the boy slapped them again.
“AAAaaaahhhh! Ahh! Ow!” Harry hated this. It hurt so much. He brought the ruler up again. He tried to bring it down quicker, to slap his poor balls harder. It worked. His balls, and most of his body was suddenly engulfed in pain once more. “AAAAahhhhhh! AAaaahhhh!” He cried as he forced himself to bring the ruler up again. Was this even worth it? Was it worth so much pain? He just wanted something in his cunt, he needed something to rub his prostate. He couldn’t think of anything else. He had an essay due Monday for Professor McGonagall. He hadn’t written more than a few inches of a four foot scroll. He just couldn’t concentrate anymore.
He looked back at his guardian. The man had stopped in his tracks. Harry smiled through the pain. Harry could tell that Lord Snape liked what he saw. Harry brought the ruler down again. “AAAAAaaaaahhhhhhhh!”
Severus silently walked up behind the boy, grabbed him by his hair, and dragged him over to the chair opposite his desk. Severus positioned the little slut so that he was standing, bent over with his head on the seat. He undid his trousers and took out his cock. He cast a spell wordlessly and suddenly his cock was coated with lube. He roughly slammed his cock all the way to the hilt in the child’s tight rear. “Don’t stop, keep slapping yourself with the ruler!” he ordered. The boy did. The child’s cries brought him to climax only a few minutes later.
When it was all over he turned the boy around and looked at his little fuckdoll’s balls. They were beautiful, all nice and swollen as they were. They were now a purplish blue color. The boy was still crying, silently this time.
“Did you get what you wanted?” Severus asked.
Harry nodded. He had. His small balls hurt so much, but his guardian had hit his prostate with each thrust. Harry’s clit was so hard despite the torture he’d inflicted on his balls. Now Harry had to thank the man.
Severus watched as the child opened his legs.
“Th-Thank you Lord Snape. P-please, as thanks, please use your knee.”
Severus hadn’t expected that. The man smiled as he thrust his knee up as fast as he could, kneeing the child in the balls. His toy fell to the floor immediately, cupping his balls and crying fresh tears.
“You’re welcome, cunt. I’m surprised to say that I actually enjoyed myself for once. Good job.” Severus walked over to his bedroom door. He looked over his shoulder at the child slut that was still curled up on the floor. “When you’re done, leave. I’ve had enough of you for one night.” Then he went inside his room and closed the door.
Harry couldn’t believe that Lord Snape had actually given him a complement. It was so unlike the man. It made him feel…he didn’t know. Harry slowly got up, put his clothes on, and made his way back to Gryffindor tower. His balls were sore, and he was careful walking to bed.
Once he was wrapped up in his covers, clit still hard as ever, he thought about the man’s praise again. He’d finally done something right, it had hurt like hell, but he’d never seen the man not blatantly hating him. Harry wanted to continue to please him, if only to get fucked. Thank goodness tomorrow was Saturday.
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