Harry woke from his bed when he felt the square in his rectum go off. It was only three in the morning. His clit had gone soft only an hour ago and already he had to play with himself. Harry cast a silencing spell and drew his bed curtains. He took off the bottom part of his pajamas then suddenly felt a shock in his cunt. He wasn’t doing this fast enough. His exhaustion was making him sluggish. He felt another shock. The shocks hurt, but the vibration was making his clit hard. Harry wondered if it was because the vibration felt good or because his body already knew that the vibration meant he had to play with himself. Another shock. Harry reached down and pulled the large plug almost completely out of his cunt. Then he pushed it back in. He didn’t receive another shock, but the vibrations had him playing with himself for about an hour. He was so tired, but the object felt good thrusting inside him. Even if it didn’t reach his prostate. Harry finally went to sleep at around four in the morning.
His alarm clock woke him up at seven thirty. Harry turned it off and went back to sleep. It was Saturday after all. It felt like only a few minutes when Ron called out to him telling him he was going to miss breakfast if he stayed in bed all day. Harry checked the time. It was already eight-thirty. He had to get up. He quickly took his potion and got ready for the day.
Harry found a seat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall between Ron and Hermione. The second he sat down he felt a pulsing from the square. He began loading his plate. The first thing he tried to put on his plate was toast. Shock. Then an apple. Shock. He filled himself a glass of water. That was okay. Then bacon. Shock.
Harry hated meals. The shocks hurt so much. He was scared of everything he tried to put on his plate. Eventually Harry was able to eat. He could only eat a single slice of untoasted wheat bread and a banana. Also the pulsing of the square didn’t stop until he drank two full glasses of water.
During his meal his clit got hard like every morning. Harry ate his meager food and drank his water as his clit came to life, begging for attention. There was nothing Harry could do about it. He squirmed in his chair and tried to ignore his rock hard member.
When the pulsing finally stopped, Harry noticed Hermione was looking at him with a concerned look again. Harry tried not to look at her. Ron was saying something about how he hadn’t finished the essay that was due Monday. Harry was embarrassed to tell him how far behind he was.
“Really? Only a few inches? At least I have two feet of scroll written. I guess you’ll be writing all day, mate.”
“Yeah, I’ll probably go to the library after breakfast or something,” Harry said, defeated. He knew he had to spend the day with Lord Snape. Was he ever going to get time to finish his essay for Professor McGonagall?
“Harry why don’t you eat one of these sausages?” Hermione asked. “They’re really good!”
Harry knew they were good. They smelled amazing. That still didn’t change the fact that he couldn’t eat them. He turned to her to tell her he wasn’t hungry anymore, but he suddenly had sausage in his mouth. Hermione was holding her fork with the sausage that Harry was forced to chew. She had a big grin on her face.
She took the fork out of his mouth while he chewed. “See, that wasn’t so hard. Told you it was good. Why don’t you have another?”
Suddenly Harry felt three painful shocks in rapid succession go off in his cunt. It hurt so much he screamed a bit. “Ahh!”
Hermione looked worried again. “What’s wrong?”
“Um nothing. I think I just got stung by a bee or something.”
“I didn’t see a bee,” she said.
Then Harry felt the square inside him vibrate in a familiar pattern. The call. He needed to go see Lord Snape. He looked to the house tables. Lord Snape was getting out of his seat and making his way out of the Great Hall. Harry waited a bit, then followed after him. When Harry knocked on Lord Snape’s door, he was let in immediately. Harry took off his clothes and kneeled in the submissive pose. The submissive pose was almost second nature now that he’d been doing it for a week.
Lord Snape looked at him, then stared at the clothes Harry had neatly folded on the chair by the door. “Go back to your dorm and change this instant!”
Harry raised his head, not understanding why he was so mad about his clothes.
“Do you have a question, slut?”
“Sir, what’s wrong with my clothes?”
Lord Snape narrowed his eyes. “Is this not a weekend? Aren’t you supposed to wear weekend attire on a weekend? Are you refusing to wear the clothes that I and the Headmaster bought specifically for you?”
Then Harry remembered. The clothes. He’d forgotten to wear one of the skimpy outfits his guardians had bought. He couldn’t believe he forgot. He didn’t want to wear them, but he wanted to incur his guardian’s wrath even less.
Lord Snape sent him back to his dorm to change. Harry ended up picking one of the least skimpy outfits he had. He walked back to the dungeon in very tight skinny jeans and a tight, blue v-neck shirt. As for underwear…he wore a Slytherin green thong. He hoped it would appease his guardian. Harry couldn’t help but notice the looks he got as he walked. The girls giggled at him and stared at his behind while some of the guys looked a little disturbed. Harry noticed a few of the older students looked at him with smirks on their faces. One of the sixth year boys said, “Nice trousers Potter,” before licking his lips and walking away.
Harry didn’t like all the attention and the odd looks, but soon he was back in Lord Snape’s chambers. His guardian looked him over before he let him undress. Once harry was naked and on his knees in the submissive pose, Lord Snape placed his palm on his cheek, caressing it. It was a blatant show of kindness, extremely rare for Lord Snape. Harry closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment. Suddenly Harry felt a painful sting to the side of his cheek. Harry opened his eyes. His glasses were on the rug. Lord Snape was looking down at him with hate. The man had just slapped him hard across his cheek.
“Apologize,” said Lord Snape.
Harry was in shock. “W-what did I do?”
In an instant Harry saw the man’s other hand raise and slap him hard across his other cheek.
“You know what you did. Apologize.”
Harry felt tears stream down his sore cheeks. “I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I wasn’t wearing weekend clothes when I first came down. I’m so sorry. It’ll never happen again Lord Snape.”
The man’s eyes narrowed. “Are you dumb, slut? That’s not what I’m talking about. Did you not feel the three rapid shocks you received at breakfast? You broke the eating restriction.”
Harry bowed his head. “I’m sorry Lord Snape. Hermione forced me to eat it.”
“Are you blaming someone else instead of taking responsibility?”
Harry looked up. The man looked livid. “No sir. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have chewed and swallowed it. It wasn’t my right. I knew I wasn’t supposed to eat it and I did it anyway. I’m sorry. Please punish me.”
“Oh I’ll be punishing you, don’t worry. It seems we’ll need to go out on two errands instead of one today,” he said.
Harry kept his head raised.
“Yes, cunt?”
“Errands, sir? We’re going out?” Harry remembered with perfect clarity the last time him and Lord Snape left the castle. That was the day Harry was punished for refusing Lord Snape. He was forced to pleasure dirty homeless men in a back alley in London. It seemed silly now that Harry would ever refuse his guardian. Harry was almost constantly needy. He loved having a large cock in his cunt.
“Yes, that’s right. But before we go, we need to clean you out.”
Two enemas later and Harry’s bowels were all clean. Severus looked inside the eleven year old’s rectum. He smiled. It was so much easier to clean the boy now that he was on a strict diet. Fruits, vegatables, and simple meats made the boy’s hole not only easier to clean, but left a much milder smell. The hole had a long way to go, but it was steadily turning into a hole solely for his pleasure. Severus stood up and decided to get the day started. “Come along,” he told the boy. “Put on your clothes so we can be off.”
Harry put his tight-fitting outfit on and followed his guardian out of the castle. When they were far enough away, Lord Snape apparated them to the most beautiful place Harry had ever seen. There were colorful houses and a canal and the sun made everything sparkle. Harry smelled freshly baked bread among other tantalizing scents. Everyone they passed spoke in a foreign language.
Harry looked up at Lord Snape. The man stared down at him, unmoved by the fairytale-like place.
“What is it, cunt?’
“Where are we?” Harry asked in wonder.
“Thuringia, Germany,” he said simply. Severus began walking down the cobble stone street lined with shops and the boy trailed quickly behind him.
Harry wanted to ask another question, but Lord Snape wasn’t paying any attention to him. The man was walking at a brisk pace and it was hard for Harry to keep up. He noticed all the people around him though. He saw men staring at his behind as he walked. Some people winked at him.
The two didn’t walk for long. They stopped outside what looked like a butcher’s shop. The sign outside read ‘Heinrich’s Würste’. Lord Snape walked inside and Harry followed. On one side of the room there was a counter and register with lots of different kinds of sausages on display in a case. The other side had tables set up. It wasn’t overly fancy of anything. It was like a café.
Lord Snape walked up to the counter and Harry heard them converse. Harry couldn’t understand a word they said.
Lord Snape greeted the man. He’d been to the establishment many times before and knew the man well. “Guten Morgen Heinrich.” ( Good Morning Heinrich)
“Guten Morgen. Was kann ich heute für Sie bekommen? Das gleiche wie immer?” (Good Morning. What can I get for you today? The same as always?)
“Nein, ich möchte heute etwas anderes. Sie sehen, mein Junge mag Würstchen,” (No, I’d like something different today. You see, my boy likes sausages) Snape said, winking at the man.
Harry saw the large man look at him. He looked to be appreciating his body and the tight fitting clothes he wore. He leaned over the counter and smiled at Harry.
“Er mag Würstchen oder Würstchen?” (He likes sausages, or sausages?) The man whispered.
“Beide,” (Both) Snape said.
The man chuckled. “Wie alt ist dieser kleine Junge, um so einen Appetit zu haben?” (How old is this little boy to have such an appetite?”
“Vierzehn.” (Fourteen) It was the legal age of consent in Germany. The butcher gave the man a knowing smile. He knew Harry couldn’t be that old.
The butcher leaned even more over the counter. There weren’t any other people in the café, but the man still whispered. “Wie alt ist der Junge wirklich?” (What is the boy’s real age?)
Severus held up the index finger of his right hand, then the index finger of his left hand and put the two fingers close to each other.
“Elf,” (Eleven) he said under his breath. “Und so ein kleiner Junge mag Wurst?” (And such a young boy likes sausage?) The butcher could feel his erection press against his trousers.
Severus nodded. “Er liebt es.” (He loves it)
The butcher stroked his trouser-clad crotch behind the counter. He looked down at the boy. “Kleiner Junge, isst du gerne dicke Wurst, ja? Ich habe eine sehr große und saftige Wurst, wenn Sie einige probieren möchten. Was denkst du?” (Little boy, you like eating thick sausage, yes? I have a very big and juicy sausage if you want to try some. What do you think?)
Harry just blinked at the man. He had no idea what he was saying. But the man made him feel uncomfortable. He was looking at him funny and licking his lips.
“Der Junge spricht kein Deutsch,” (The boy doesn’t speak German) Snape said. The man frowned and turned his attention back to Snape. “Der Junge hat heute Morgen gegen eine meiner Regeln verstoßen und muss bestraft werden. Ich bin heute wegen einer Thüringer Rostbratwurst reingekommen. Gib mir die längste und dickste, die du zur Verfügung hast.” (The boy broke one of my rules this morning and needs to be punished. I came in today for some Thüringer Rostbratwurst. Give me the longest, thickest you have available.)
“Ich verstehe. Sie möchten es vorbereitet haben, ja?” (I understand. You would like it prepared, yes?
“Ja.” (Yes)
Harry watched the butcher go to the back room and come back with a very long sausage. He saw Lord Snape nod. The sausage was easily longer than Harry’s arm. He watched the man prepare the meat with spices and put it on a grill. They waited patiently till it was done.
“Beautiful boy like sample?” The man asked him in broken English. Harry nodded his head enthusiastically.
The butcher cut a small piece off the warm, cooked sausage. He then put the meat down the front of his pants and masturbated with it for a bit. The man could see what he was doing, but the child could not. He took the sausage out of his pants and handed it to the eager boy.
Harry took the sausage and looked up at Lord Snape. The man didn’t look at him. Then Harry felt the square inside him pulse. Harry knew it was okay to eat the treat. He put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, savoring the flavors. It was definitely the best sausage he’d ever eaten.
“Möchten Sie ihn füttern?” (Would you like to feed him?) Severus asked.
The man’s eyes lit up. “Wir können das Hinterzimmer benutzen. Folge mir,” (We can use the back room. Follow me) said the butcher.
Harry followed the butcher and Lord Snape to a back room. One side of the room had a large freezer and other had tables with kitchen tools. It was a very messy room with animal blood dripping from the tables. The butcher smiled at him again and rubbed Harry’s lips with his thumb.
“Ich habe gehört, Sie waren heute ein böser Junge. Kleine Schlampen wie du müssen bestraft werden, ja? Dein Meister möchte, dass ich dir etwas von dieser langen, dicken Wurst füttere, aber du wirst sie nicht mit deinem sündigen kleinen Mund essen.” (I heard you were a bad boy today. Little sluts like you need to be punished, yes? Your master wants me to feed you some of this long, thick sausage, but you won’t be eating it with your sinful little mouth.) The butcher looked down at the boy and gave the order, “Auf Händen und Knien!” (On hands and knees!)
“He wants you to get into the doggy style position. First take off your clothes, then get into position. Do it,” Severus demanded.
Harry took his clothes off in front of his guardian and this stranger. Then Harry got on his hands and knees on the dirty tiled floor. At least he wasn’t in any bloody puddles. Harry kept his head to the ground as the butcher felt Harry’s bum with his hands.
“Schön!” (Beautiful!) the man said.
Harry watched as the man got a tub of some thick liquid and began coating the large sausage in it. He wanted to ask what the man was doing. Why were they even here? If Lord Snape wanted to buy a sausage, why was Harry on the floor, naked, in front of the butcher? He looked up at his guardian.
Severus saw the boy look up at him in question. He smirked. “He’s coating the sausage in pig fat,” he said. The man could feel his throbbing cock against his trousers. If the boy wanted sausage, he was going to get sausage.
Harry saw the butcher kneel on the floor behind him and pull the plug out of his ass. Then he brought the sausage to his pucker. Harry gasped. They were going to put it inside him? They couldn’t. It was too long. And it was such a waste of food. The small piece of sausage that the man let him try had tasted so good. How could they waste it like this?
Heinrich licked his lips as he pressed the sausage to the young boy’s hole. He couldn’t think of a better way for the boy to eat such a delicacy than for the meat to be shoved inside his tight hole. He salivated at the thought. All young boys’ holes should be filled like this boy’s would be.
The man couldn’t wait anymore. He pushed the tasty sausage inside the boy, watching as his sphincter expanded to accept the gift he was giving it. He heard the boy gasp and it made his cock leak. “Dein Arsch ist so hungrig, schau es dir an, iss dieses dicke Fleisch!” (Your ass is so hungry, look at it eat this thick meat) he said. He pushed more of the sausage into the boy’s greedy hole. After a bit, he saw the boy push his ass back, trying to fit more of the sausage inside him. It made the man laugh. What a little slut. He could see the boy’s beautiful little cock hard and twitching. He noticed the cock ring, the sound, and the piercing. The little thing must be so eager to come. His customer had a sick mind indeed to keep a boy so young so sexually frustrated that even a sausage turns him on. Such depravity!
Harry was desperate. He needed to come so bad. Every inch of the sausage that went into him rubbed against his prostate. The spices that the butcher had cooked the sausage with stung his hole, but the thickness and length felt so good. Harry wanted more of it inside him. He pushed his ass out. He was breathing heavy and the room was so warm. His clit was begging to be touched. But his cunt…his cunt, though hurting from the spices, was in heaven.
“Ah!” Harry moaned as the man pushed more and more of the sausage inside him. Eventually it was all the way inside his rectum and Harry believed it couldn’t go any farther. He looked over his shoulder and saw that there was still sausage sticking out of his hole.
“Es ist den ganzen Weg in,” (It’s all the way in) said the butcher.
Severus looked at how much sausage was still left. “Schieben Sie es weiter hinein.” (No. Push it in further)
“Willst du es in seinem Darm?” (You want it in his intestines?) The butcher saw the man nod. “Armer Junge,” (Poor boy) he said with a smile. “Därme gehen in Därme,” (Intestines going inside intestines) he said chuckling. Then he began to push.
Harry felt the man try and push more of the sausage inside him. This part hurt. He was so full already, how was more of the sausage going to fit? He looked up at his guardian again. The man looked down at him, smirking evilly.
“You will take the whole sausage inside you today, slut.” Severus said. The boy’s eyes widened. “That’s right. Don’t worry, it’ll fit. This type of sausage is very flexible so it’ll work its way into your intestines easily. It may not be too comfortable for you though. It is quite thick,” the man explained.
Harry screamed as more of the sausage made its way inside him. His clit was still hard as the sausage was still rubbing past his prostate as it entered, but it really hurt going so far inside him. It was also a slow process. The butcher was slowly feeding the sausage into him so it didn’t damage him. Eventually Harry felt the tip of the sausage being pushed inside him. Harry felt his sphincter close behind it. Harry looked over his shoulder again. There was nothing there now. He couldn’t believe such a long thing could be inside him. He could definitely feel it there, but it just didn’t seem real.
Harry then saw the butcher put his face close to his hole and lick his pucker. He felt the man’s tongue poke inside him, licking all around. He’d never felt anything like that before. It actually felt good.
“So süß! Die Säfte aus der Wurst haben sein Loch so süß und lecker gemacht. Ich könnte diesen Jungen den ganzen Tag lecken,” (So sweet! The juices from the sausage have made his hole so sweet and delicious. I could lick this boy all day) said the butcher.
“Möchten Sie seinen Mund benutzen? Saugen Hahn ist das einzige, wofür sein Mund gut ist,” (Would you like to use his mouth? Sucking cock is the only thing his mouth is good for) Severus said. The man nodded eagerly, taking his tongue out of the boy. “Put your plug back inside and suck the butcher’s cock,” he told the boy.
Harry reached behind him, grabbed the plug, and pushed. The plug went in and the sausage was pushed even further inside him. Then he changed position. It felt weird with the sausage inside him. When he was kneeling on the floor he looked down at himself and gasped. He could see the long sausage through his skin. It was so thick that harry could feel where it was inside him. He could see the outline of his own intestines. The upraised skin felt weird, full. He couldn’t stop staring at his lower stomach. It was like someone had taken his intestines and pressed them against his skin from the inside. It looked gross. Harry moved about, feeling the sausage move with him. He turned himself to the side without moving his hips. It kind of hurt. If he stretched and pushed out his stomach, his intestines were even more prominent.
Severus put a hand over the boy’s raised intestines, rubbing softly. “Look at how much your body can take, Potter. How does it feel to be so stuffed?”
“I- I don’t know. It hurts, but it also feels…good. I think.”
“Maybe someday we’ll find a sausage even longer, hm? Maybe thicker too.” Then Severus turned his attention to the butcher who had pulled out his cock and had begun masturbating to the sight the boy made. Severus nodded at the man.
The butcher walked closer and presented his cock to the boy. The boy didn’t hesitate. He licked up the man’s shaft, swirled his tongue around the head, and sucked the cock into his mouth. The butcher was surprised at how good the boy was. He wasn’t perfect, but a boy so young should not be able to perform fellatio so well. The butler watched as more of himself went deeper down the boy’s throat. Now the child had a sausage in his intestines and a special sausage in his esophagus. He was fully stuffed. The man watched as the boy bobbed his head on his member. He couldn’t help himself. He grasped the child’s head and forced him up and down faster on his cock. It wasn’t long before he came down the child’s tight throat. Heinrich sighed as he pulled out. He smiled when he saw the boy swallow down his cum.
After that, Severus ordered Harry to put his slutty clothes back on and the man paid for the sausage at the counter. The butcher gave him a discount.
As Harry followed Lord Snape out of the shop he looked down at his stomach, His shirt was tight, but you couldn’t really see his protruding intestines unless you looked really hard. It was awkward to walk with the sausage inside him though.
Next, Harry followed his guardian to a very fancy restaurant. Lord Snape and him sat at a table outside by the canal. It was a beautiful sunny day and Harry was loving the scenery. Even if he had a thick sausage up his cunt. Harry didn’t really hate it though. He could still feel it press against his prostate and his clit was as hard as ever. He would give anything to touch it.
Then the waitress came to their table. She was a young blond girl, probably in her twenties.
“Deutsch, Englisch oder Französisch?” (German, English, or French?) She asked. This part of town got many tourists.
“English please.”
“Hello,” the waitress said in a thick accent. “My name is Greta and I’ll be your waitress. Anything to drink?”
“I’ll have a scotch,” Severus said.
“Und you?” She said addressing Harry
“He’ll have a water. Also I’m ready to order.”
“Ja sir,” she said pulling out her little notepad.
“I’ll have the sausage plate,” he said, smiling.
“Ja, und child? What will you have little boy?”
“Oh no, my son will just have water. I believe he’s quite full already. He just ate two large sausages at the last place we were at. Didn’t you?”
Harry blushed and nodded.
“Oh, which place?” The waitress asked interested.
“Heinrich’s Würste,” Severus replied. “He’d never been, so I decided I’d treat him.”
“That’s my favorite place! Their sausages are so good, ja? Which one did he get?”
“This town’s famous Thüringer Rostbratwurst of course.”
“Good choice. I like mine wrapped in a bread bun,” she said.
“What a coincidence, so does he. He enjoys it between two buns, don’t you?” he asked Harry.
Harry’s cheeks couldn’t get redder. He could still feel the weight of the sausage inside him. He remembered what it had felt like going in, squeezing between his two buns. He blushed harder and nodded.
“Did you like it little boy?” She asked him.
Harry nodded again and looked to Lord Snape. The man just nodded at him. “I liked it a lot.” Harry put his face in his hands. He was so embarrassed.
“Your son is so shy,” she said, giggling.
When Severus’s meal arrived, he told Harry to take his potion. Severus had held on to it for him and passed it across the table to the boy.
Harry downed the potion and took a sip of his water. After the meal, Lord Snape apparated them back to Hogwart’s grounds. They walked back to the castle and back to Lord Snape’s chambers.
Once inside, Harry removed his clothing and waited in the submissive pose. He kept his head up.
“What is it slut?” Severus asked his toy.
“I thought you had two errands today,” Harry asked.
“I do. We’ll go out at night for the second one. For now I want you to eat lunch.”
“I thought we just had lunch.”
“I’m going to have you eat more than just water for lunch today. In fact, you should have some more of that German sausage you like so much.”
“But it’s up my pussey now. It won’t taste good.”
“Don’t you remember?” Severus asked. “We cleaned out your hole this morning. It’s all clean. The sausage should taste fine. And besides, that sausage has spices and flavors you’ll never be able to eat again. Not with your eating restrictions.”
Harry thought about it. It was true that Harry had been missing out on so many good foods that week. And the sample the butcher had given him had tasted so good. Harry’s mouth watered just thinking about it. But it was now in his disgusting cunt. He pooped out of that hole. Lord Snape said it was clean though…
“I won’t make you. It’s your choice,” Severus smirked.
Harry sighed. “Okay. I’ll eat it.”
“Alright then, get into the doggy style position.” The boy did. Severus got a plate and knife from the kitchen. He placed the plate on the floor underneath the boy’s hole. “Now push the sausage out until I tell you to stop.”
Harry took the plug out and started to push. The sausage was thick and it didn’t come out easily, but eventually it got past his sphincter. Harry kept pushing until his guardian told him to stop. Harry looked over his shoulder. He’d only pushed out a few inches.
“Hold still and don’t move, cunt. I’m going to cut the sausage.”
Harry was patient while the man cut. When that was done, he saw Lord Snape place it on the plate. He then cut the piece into smaller slices.
“Push the end back in with your fingers,” Severus ordered.
Harry felt behind himself. He pushed the part of the sausage that was sticking out of his hole back in. It was once more incased inside him. Harry put the plug back in. Then the man had him sit at the table. Lord Snape gave him a fork and Harry felt the square inside him pulse. Harry speared one of the slices with his fork and sniffed it. It didn’t smell bad so he put it in his mouth and chewed. It didn’t taste as good as the sample, but it was still really good. He ate the sausage slices quickly. When he was done he got into the submissive pose on the floor.
“Yes?”
“Thank you Lord Snape. The sausage was really good. As thank you, you can…um…” Harry didn’t know. How should he put himself in pain? He’d been so fortunate today. He’d been fucked by and got to eat a very tasty sausage. It was definitely the best punishment he’d ever had. He needed to really thank the man. He looked down at his hard clit and gulped. “Please, if you want…please play with the sound in my clit.” Harry hated the sound and he knew Lord Snape loved it. Especially because Harry hated it so much.
“Not a bad thank you slut. I was planning on training your urethra today anyway. Let’s go to the couch.”
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