Harry sat his naked butt on the couch and Lord Snape sat beside him. He was instantly overcome with fear. It always hurt so much when his guardians touched the sound in his clit. Harry watched as the man first pulled it almost all the way out of his clit, harry sucked in a breath at the feeling of the thin sound working its way out of him. Then Lord Snape pushed it back in. The man twirled it this way and that as he did, causing Harry more pain. The boy could feel his eyes water and tried not to make a sound.
Severus began moving the thin sound quicker in and out of the boy’s piss slit. He’d been right. The sound was too thin. The boy was growing used to it. He had to get a thicker one later, but before that, he needed to first show the boy that urethral play could be pleasurable too. Severus wanted Potter to begin training his urethra for him. And he wanted the boy to be somewhat willing. It would make the boy’s degradation all the more sweet.
Severus pushed the sound in even further until he hit a barrier. He heard the boy grunt as he teased the entrance to his bladder. The man wasn’t going to push the sound inside the small hole, not tonight anyway. The little slut wasn’t ready for that. What he did do, was quickly thrust the sound in a diagonal, near the bladder, but before it. The spot should be right…there!
Harry bucked at the sudden sensation of something very pleasurable being hit. Harry didn’t think he would find any pleasure in the inside of his clit, but this sent sparks of pleasure all throughout his body. It was a familiar feeling. “What was that?” Harry asked, not realizing he just spoke out of turn.
“You aren’t permitted to speak. I’ll have to schedule a punishment for you,” the man said. “Now, did you mean this?” Severus thrust at the spot again.
“Ah!” Harry moaned, but didn’t say anything.
“I’ll allow you to answer.”
“Yes, what is that? It almost feels like my p-”
“It’s your prostate.”
Harry was confused. “I have two prostates?”
“No, there is only one prostate. It rests between your rectum and your urethra. You can hit it from both your cunt and your clit.” Severus continued to thrust the sound, only now and then hitting the boy’s prostate.
Harry was in a state of turmoil. The sound hurt the inside of his clit. It hurt so much, especially since Lord Snape was thrusting the sound so hard. But then, Harry loved when the thin rod hit his prostate. It sent waves of pleasure through him. It made his balls tighten. He wanted so badly to come. But then the man took the sound out. Harry was surprised when Lord Snape handed it to him.
“You try,” he said.
Harry didn’t know what to do. In order to put the rod in, he’d need to hold his clit steady, but he wasn’t allowed to touch it. He tried putting it in without holding it, but Lord Snape shook his head.
“You can touch your pathetic clit to hold it steady, but don’t you dare rub it.”
“Yes, Lord Snape,” he said, holding his clit and tentatively bringing the tip of the sound to his piss slit. Harry was scared to do this by himself. He took a deep breath and slowly inserted the rod inside himself. Harry felt the burn, but knew Lord Snape would not like it if he stopped, or even paused, so Harry kept feeding the uncompromising metal sound inside his clit. Then Harry felt something. It wasn’t his prostate. It was the entrance to his bladder. The hole was so small that it just felt like a solid wall of muscle. Harry tried angling the rod this way and that to find his prostate, but it just hurt.
“Bring the sound back up a little,” came the low voice of his Guardian. “Not too much. Then press toward your rectum.”
Harry followed the man’s instructions. It took him a bit of fumbling, but he eventually found it. Harry gasped when the rod finally rubbed his prostate.
“Good, now thrust the sound in and out, don’t just continue to rub your prostate. We are training your pathetic clit, remember?”
“Yes, Lord Snape.” Harry brought the sound almost completely out of him, then took a deep breath and thrust it down.
“Faster!” Severus scolded.
Harry thrust the sound quickly up and down his urethra. He rubbed at his prostate every now and then. The delicate walls of the inside of his clit burned like they were on fire, but Harry had to keep up a brutal pace for his Guardian, even as his eyes filled with tears.
Lord Snape had Harry play with the sound for most of the afternoon. Every now and then, his guardian would allow him to lubricate the sound so it would move inside him easier. An hour into the urethral training, Harry’s clit didn’t hurt as much. He didn’t know if the inside of his clit was numb or getting accustomed to the sound, but it felt all the better when he hit his prostate.
Lord Snape let him stop training his urethra after a while and the two ate dinner. All Lord Snape gave him for dinner was water. Four full glasses of it. He said that Harry had already been given the luxurious sausage earlier that day and any more food would be spoiling him. Harry couldn’t help but agree. He could still feel the long, juicy sausage in his rectum and intestines. His rectum was used to stretching for hours, even days at a time, but his intestines were hurting now.
Once dinner was over, Harry kneeled down into the submissive pose with his hands clasped behind his back and head up and waited. His Guardian stared at him a while before addressing him. “Yes? What is it?” The man said, none too kindly.
Harry was feeling the full effects of the water he’d drank coupled with the pain in his intestines. “Please Lord Snape, please let me use the bathroom. It’s been a while since I last went. The sausage hurts now and my bladder is going to burst.”
Severus sighed and looked away from the slut. “The sausage stays inside you until tomorrow.” He looked back at the boy. “As for your bladder- why do you think I made you drink four glasses of water?”
Harry honestly didn’t know. Was it for his health?
“When I ask you a direct question, you may answer. Unless it’s rhetorical, of course.”
“I’m sorry, Lord Snape. I don’t know why.”
“Don’t you remember me telling you that I get pleasure from your pain?” The boy nodded. “I made you drink so much water so that your little bladder would hurt all the more. Why would I let you relieve yourself immediately after you’d just drunk the water? Hold it for now. I want you to train your clit for another hour before I let you go.”
Harry nodded, teary-eyed. So his Guardian really did get pleasure out of his pain.
And so Harry was forced to thrust the sound in and out of his urethra for another hour. This time Lord Snape fucked him while he did. He didn’t have much room with the sausage inside, but his Guardian just pushed the meat further inside him. Harry was so happy that his guardian was fucking him. Lord Snape’s thick cock felt so good, much better than the motionless sausage.
After an hour had passed, Lord Snape allowed Harry to use the bathroom. Only, the man went in with him and stood right next to him. Then Lord Snape surprised him by grabbing hold of his clit, taking the sound out, and aiming it at the toilet. The man didn’t let go. Harry tried to get into the submissive pose, but Lord Snape was still holding him.
“What are you waiting for? I thought you had to go?”
“I…I do, but, umm…why are you holding onto me?”
“I no longer want you to touch your tiny clit unless it’s for my pleasure, understand? You are to hold it while sounding yourself, but that is all. Whevever I allow you to relieve yourself, I will need to hold your clit for you.”
Harry’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. “What about tomorrow?” he asked. “I’ll be with Lord Dumbledore.”
“If the Headmaster allows you to use the bathroom by yourself, then so be it, but when in my care, you will follow my orders, understood?”
“Yes sir.”
“What are you waiting for, piss!”
Harry released his bladder. He saw a stream of urine flow into the toilet below. It felt so good after holding it for so long. Harry sighed in relief.
“Tug on your nipple piercings, now that both of your hands are free.”
Harry knew his bliss was too good to last. He tugged on the silver rings imbedded in his nipples. His nipples hurt all the time now. They were constantly pulled down by the attached weights. Harry thought they looked a little longer than they had a week ago.
When Harry had finished peeing, Lord Snape let go of his clit and walked them both to the living room. Lord Snape didn’t look happy. Harry got into the submissive pose and waited for the man to give him an order.
Severus looked down at the boy, kneeling in front of him. Potter’s head was down, like a good little submissive. He thought over how much he’d been able to train the brat in just one week. He felt an increasing sense of anger at having to give him to the old coot tomorrow. He wanted to mark the boy as his before that. A mark that nobody but him and the boy could see, no, not see. Just know. He wanted the boy to feel the mark at all times. But the old man was clever, how could he leave a mark that the old fool wouldn’t find?
Severus told the slut to stay put and made his way into his bed chamber. He opened the drawer of his nightstand and took out a black marble. He looked at the initials he’d carved in it after an eleven year old Lily Evans had given it to him.
It was a sunny day. They were in the Evan’s cozy kitchen playing with marbles when Lily picked up her black one and told him it reminded her of Severus’s eyes. Severus watched her giggle. He loved hearing the sound of her innocent laugh. Then she gave him the black marble as a gift. It probably didn’t mean much to her, but Severus felt as though she’d given him a part of herself. That night he’d carved his initials in and always kept the marble close.
The marble was fairly ordinary, just a pitch-black marble, nothing special. But it meant everything to Severus. When he was a young boy, he imagined what it would have been like to kiss Lily. He loved her more than anything else. He became possessive…and perverse. He had many fantasies about Lilly Evans. He used the marble. Every time he wanted to kiss her, he would put the marble in his mouth. He would twirl his tongue this way and that, completely covering the small orb in his saliva. When he got older and wanted to fuck her, he would hold the marble to his cock with his hand and rub himself with it. He came on that marble countless times. Now he was going to use it again.
He cast two spells on the marble. The first was a weight increasing spell to make the marble heavier. The second was a buoyancy spell to make it float. He walked back into the living room. The little slut didn’t appear to have moved. Good.
“Raise your head you shameless cunt.”
Harry looked up at his Guardian. The man was holding a small black marble. He wanted to ask about it, but he hadn’t been given permission to speak.
“This,” Severus said, holding the marble for the boy to see, “is going inside you. It will mark you as mine and serves one other purpose as well.”
Harry looked at the small marble. It would fit inside his cunt just fine, but what would stop it from coming out when he was given permission to use the toilet? It didn’t make sense.
“You look confused. Of course I always knew you were an idiot, didn’t I Potter? Have I ever lied about your intelligence?”
Harry felt a small spark of anger. He wasn’t an idiot. No matter how many times Lord Snape called him stupid, he knew the truth. The man only wanted to humiliate him, make him feel stupid, just like on that first day. Of course he wasn’t as smart as Hermione, but he thought he had average intelligence at least. Harry took a deep breath and tried not to retort. The man was his Guardian now. He couldn’t get defensive, but he wouldn’t allow himself to believe him either.
Severus smirked. He saw the fire in the boy’s eyes for a second. “You probably think this marble was going in your cunt, right slut?”
The boy nodded. Where else would it go?
Severus’s smirk grew. “You’re naive. This marble is going in your bladder and it will stay there permanently.”
Harrys eyes widened. That wasn’t possible. The marble was much bigger than the sound. It wouldn’t fit through his urethra.
“You look worried. Don’t be. I won’t be forcing it down your clit. Your body isn’t ready for anything like that yet. No, I’ll be teleporting it directly into your bladder.” While watching the boy’s shocked expression he put the marble in his mouth one last time and swirled it about. The man’s cock was rock hard and leaking in his trousers. He got such a thrill from what he was about to do. Especially Lily’s part. Lily had always been so sweet. She had loved the vile James Potter and Harry. Now she was going to help hurt and humiliate her own son for him. That marble, that gift, that part of her, that part of him, with its jet-black appearance that so resembled his eyes, with his initials crudely carved into the marble surface…it would always and forever be a part of Harry Potter now. It would be a brand, a reminder of the pathetic little slut that he was and who he belonged to. He was Severus’s, body and soul, and no one else’s. Not even the Headmaster would know of this.
Severus took the marble out of his mouth. It was drenched in his essence. He cast a spell on it then. It disappeared instantly. The boy’s eyes got even wider and he yelped. Severus pointed his wand at the boy’s waist, right where his bladder should be. He cast a spell so the marble could not be teleported out of Potter’s bladder.
Harry looked down at his stomach. He could feel the small black marble with his Guardian’s initials. It was a lot heavier than it looked. It made him feel like he had to pee again, even though he’d just went. Harry really didn’t like the feeling.
“Stand up,” the man ordered.
The boy obeyed. Harry could feel the marble rolling around in his bladder when he moved.
“Jump.”
Harry jumped and instantly regretted it. The marble hit the top of his bladder, then the bottom. It hurt when it crashed into the delicate muscle. He wondered if his bladder tissue could bruise.
“How do you feel whore, now that my mark is inside you?”
“I-It hurts. Lord Snape, I can feel it. It’s heavy and makes me feel like I need to pee.”
Severus looked satisfied. He smirked at his slave. “What you’re saying is, because of the marble, you no longer know if you need to relieve yourself or not?” The boy nodded. Perfect. “It makes sense then that you can no longer trust your own judgment.” The man paused and grabbed hold of Potter’s small member. “From now on I forbid you from asking if you can relive yourself. You can no longer trust yourself. I will tell you when you can use the bathroom. I will judge whether or not your bladder is full to bursting or not. And as for your rectum, your cunt is almost constantly stuffed with a plug of some kind. So then, how would you know you need to use the loo?” The boy opened his mouth. “That was rhetorical Potter, don’t you dare speak.” Severus sighed. “I will tell you when you can relieve yourself from now on. You no longer need to worry about those bodily functions. And if you do end up asking to relive yourself, you will be severely punished,” he said, squeezing the boy’s small penis for emphasis. “Do you understand?”
Harry nodded. The man wasn’t wrong. He really didn’t know if he had to use the bathroom or not. Because of the marble his bladder was going to hurt all the time now. But not being able to ask…he hoped Lord Snape wouldn’t forget about his bladder, or his bowels. Harry sighed. He had to trust the man to know better than him. Lord Snape was an adult, and his Guardian. The man would know.
Severus watched as the new rules sunk in. This was more than just bathroom restrictions now. The boy would always feel like he needed to use the bathroom, but couldn’t ask. It made the man gleeful.
He let go of his slave’s small dick and looked him in the eye. “This is important. You are not permitted to tell the Headmaster about the marble. That is our little secret. If you break this rule, the Headmaster and I will know how disobedient you are and neither one of us will be your Guardian. You’ll be on your own. You may even be the poof of a Death Eater, or even The Dark Lord. Do you understand? Do. Not. Tell. Anyone. About. The. Marble.” The boy nodded. Severus could see tears in his eyes. “Speak, tell me you understand.”
“Please Lord Snape. I won’t tell anyone about the mark you’ve placed in me. Please, just don’t stop being my Guardian. I need you and Lord Dumbledore. Please don’t abandon me. I’ll be a good poof, I swear!” Nothing scared Harry more than being the poof of someone other than his Guardians. He would keep the marble a secret. Part of him, the part that wasn’t in constant pain, even liked the marble. It reminded him that Lord Snape wanted to keep him…at least for now. He hoped the day never came when the man got rid of him. He heard his Guardian say that the marble wouldn’t come out, but he doubted that Lord Snape couldn’t take it out if he wanted to. He hoped the man never took it out, decided he didn’t want him as a poof. It scared Harry to think that Lord Snape’s large cock would never thrust inside his tight hole again. His hole ached for him even now. Harry felt his clit get even harder than it had been. Impossibly hard. He was almost always hard, but Harry had been promised a chance of coming today. His clit could feel that it was almost time.
The man looked down at the boy’s wonton expression. The reaction was a little surprising. “What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“Your cock,” Harry said immediately.
Severus sighed. “Honestly, don’t you think of anything else?” The boy looked sheepish. “Well, that’s going to have to wait. Remember we still have one final errand to run tonight.”
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