DLP Chapter 18: Back with Dumbledore

Harry woke up with a pain in his rear. The sausage had been inside him, stretching his intestines all night. He really wanted it out. At least it was Sunday. Harry was going to spend all week with Lord Dumbledore. The boy quickly checked the time. It was already six thirty. He needed to meet his guardian in his office at seven. Harry quickly dressed in one of his skimpy weekend outfits and got ready for the day. He wore a tight red tee-shirt that showed his tummy and shorts that were a little too short.

He hoped nobody passed him in the halls; it was fairly early for a weekend. And just as he thought that, the twins woke up.

“Hey Har—” George began to say.

“Blimey Harry, what are you wearing?” Fred asked.

“Oh, uh, my clothes must have shrunk in the wash. I’ll have to fix them,” he said hurriedly as he made his way out of the room.

Harry walked quickly to the Headmaster’s office, getting there five minutes early. He was eager to see the man. When he knocked, his guardian let him in. Harry undressed at once and got into the submissive pose with his head bowed and his hands clasped behind his back.

“Please stand up Harry, and follow me to the living room,” came the warm voice Harry had missed so much. He followed his guardian into the room. Lord Dumbledore sat on the couch and had Harry join him. “Sit on my lap, pet.”

Harry sat his naked bum on Lord Dumbledore’s clothed lap. Then the two just stared at each other for a while. Harry couldn’t help smiling. Being with Lord Dumbledore was like being with a father he’d never known. Or a grandfather, even. The man made him feel so loved.

“I’ve missed you, Harry,” the man said.

“Me too, sir. I’ve missed you so much.”

Then Harry saw the man lean in and close his eyes. Harry closed his and their lips met. Harry had never shared a kiss with Lord Dumbledore before. It was different to the ones with Lord Snape. While Lord Snape’s kisses were fierce and made Harry feel trapped, Lord Dumbedore’s were kind, gentle, and warm. Harry opened his mouth and the man’s elderly tongue explored. Harry explored his mouth as well. After a while of kissing slowly and deeply, Lord Dumbledore pulled back and looked at Harry, his eyes twinkling over his half-moon spectacles.

“I believe it’s time we have breakfast, we have plenty of time for more of that later.”

Harry nodded his head and got off the Headmaster’s lap. Harry quickly went back to his clothes, got one of the vials from his short’s pocket, and drank his potion. Then the two sat at the kitchen table and suddenly five plates of food appeared. Harry felt the square in his cunt pulse.

“I know that Severus has you on some eating restrictions, but when you’re with me you can eat whatever you wish and don’t fear filling your stomach either, alright? I’m the one in control of you and that magical pad inside you this week.”

Harry looked away from the food and up at his guardian. “Can I really eat anything here? Even the bacon?” The man nodded. “And the pumpkin juice?” Another nod. Harry’s eyes started to water as he filled his plate with treats. He put toast and eggs and bacon and even a cinnamon bun on his plate. He filled his glass to the top with juice. Not once did he receive a shock from the square inside his rectum.

Albus watched the child eagerly eat away at the food on his plate like he’d never had anything so delicious. He was going to make sure this week that Harry understood that Dumbledore was without a doubt the better guardian. He would be far more lax with the boy than he’d ever been before, not that he wouldn’t still put Harry in pain, but he wouldn’t look like he enjoyed it. Not like Severus undoubtedly did.

After breakfast, the two were in the man’s office. Albus lounged on his chair and asked Harry if he’d cleaned out his cunt for him. Harry shook his head. “Lord Snape told me I needed to keep it in until I saw you today.”

“Keep what in? Your plug?”

Harry looked sheepish. “I’m not supposed to touch the plug unless I have permission, but that’s not what I meant. Can I take it out now?”

Albus had no idea what the boy was talking about. Severus hadn’t told him. He nodded his head at the child. Harry asked if he could conjure a bucket. Dumbledore did it for him. Then he watched as the child squatted over the bucket, looking away from him, and pulled out the plug. Then Harry began to push. Dumbledore watched as a sausage slowly made its way out of the boy’s rectum. He continued to watch as more and more of it slowly slid out. How long was it? A few minutes later and the end of the sausage slid out of Harry’s hole and into the bucket below. Albus was amazed that so much could fit inside the boy. It must have gone all the way into his intestines. It must have been pretty painful. The old man hid a smile.

“You poor thing, that must have hurt. How long was that thick sausage inside you?”

“Lord Snape had it put in yesterday.”

“I know that Severus likes to hurt you Harry, but you must be so sore.”

“It was a punishment,” Harry said. For some reason, he felt he needed to explain. “I ate some sausage I wasn’t supposed to yesterday and Lord Snape punished me by putting that sausage inside for the rest of the day and night.” Harry noticed Lord Dumbledore looked at him with pity.  “It wasn’t so bad, at least not for the first few hours…and actually, it felt really good going in. I think Lord Snape was actually being lenient because it was Hermione that put the sausage in my mouth at breakfast.” Why did it sound like he was defending Lord Snape? The man had been so cruel to him last week.

“I see, so you liked the sausage.” Albus saw the boy blush. “But which do you prefer, the sausage Severus forced up your cunt, or the one I have waiting for you in my robes?”

Harry stammered. “Y-yours. Please let me—” Harry was getting warm and his cock was hard, like every morning.

“Drop to your knees and come here. I won’t keep it from you any longer. I can see you’re aching for it already. Come and clean this elderly wizard’s cock, Poof.” Dumbledore could see the effects of Severus’s aphrodisiac potion already. The boy was practically panting as he got down on his knees.

Harry crawled over to the Headmaster and took the man’s cock out of his robes. It was thick and wrinkly, but not as long as Lord Snape’s. Harry took the man’s balls out next. They were even more wrinkly, and dangled low. Harry licked the underside of Lord Dumbledore’s cock. It was musty and a bit sweaty and Harry loved it. Harry was really beginning to love the smell and taste of cock. He could feel his hard clit dribble precome. He really hoped Lord Dumbledore put his cock in his cunt when he was done cleaning it.

Albus patted the boy on the head and told him what a good job he was doing. He couldn’t believe how willing the boy had become—how slutty—in only a week. Harry was no longer repulsed by sucking him off. On the contrary, the boy looked to be enjoying himself.

 The man looked down at the sound his pet now sported. Severus had given the boy’s little prick another piercing. A bar that went straight through to keep the sound in place. And the sound itself was a bit thicker too. Was the man trying to widen the boy’s urethra? How wide? The elderly wizard didn’t know what he thought of that. It would help to humiliate the boy, but he also didn’t want to damage his cute little clit.

“That’s enough,” the man said after a while.

Harry took his mouth off the hard member. “Do you want to fuck me now?”

Albus smiled down as his little imp. “Is that what you want? My thick cock in your tight little cunt?”

Harry gulped. He needed something inside him. He nodded.

“Say it.”

“I want your thick cock in my tight little cunt, Lord Dumbledore. Please, I need it. My hole feels so empty now that the sausage is out.”

“Alright, go clean yourself in the bathroom for me. The enema syringe is under the sink.”

Harry left the room. In the bathroom he quickly filled the syringe with warm water and got on all fours in the tub. He inserted the nozzle and pushed the plunger. Harry sucked in a breath as water rushed inside him. When the syringe was empty, he refilled it and did it again. Then he put the plug inside. Lord Dumbledore liked for Harry to hold the water for a time even though it hurt. After a few minutes, Harry sat on the toilet and let it all out. Then he went back to his Guardian.

“All finished?” the man asked.

“Yes, Lord Dumbledore.”

“Turn around and take the plug out.” The boy did as he was asked and even bended over for the old man. “Part your cheeks while I inspect your hole.”

Albus got a thick dildo, lubbed it up, and inserted it inside the child. He thrusted the toy a few times, then took it out. It was clean. “Hmm, still a bit dirty,” he lied. The man took out a soft-bristled pipe brush and showed the boy. “From now on, every time you clean out your hole, you will use this brush and a special soap of my own creation to scrub your cunt clean. No guardian wants to fuck a dirty cunt, understand?”

“Yes, sir. I mean yes, Lord Dumbledore…but, umm…”

“Yes?”

“Won’t the brush hurt inside?”

“The bristles are fairly soft, so as long as you’re careful, it shouldn’t hurt.” Dumbledore noticed the boy was still looking like he wanted to argue. Well, he couldn’t have that. He decided to reinforce a few early lessons. “Poof, tell me, what is the purpose of this hole back here?” the man said, fingering Harry’s ass.

Harry was so desperate and the fingers exploring his hole weren’t enough. He needed something bigger. He needed the man’s cock. But Lord Dumbledore wanted him to clean himself with a pipe brush from now on. Whatever the man said, it was bound to hurt.

“Umm, it’s for, uh, you know—” Harry saw his guardian raise an eyebrow. “Going to the bathroom?”

The man took his fingers out of Harry’s ass. Albus looked disappointed. “No, Harry. Yes, you do defecate through that hole, but that’s not what your cunt was made for. Try again. Think, why are you here?”

“Cock? My cunt is made for a man’s cock, right?”

The man smiled. “Yes. But even more than that. Your greedy little pussy is for your guardian’s pleasure. Pleasure can be many things, can’t it? Severus, for instance, gets pleasure from watching you in pain, doesn’t he?” He saw the boy nod. “Now it’s important to keep that place as clean as possible for me, isn’t it? That’s why I want you to use the brush. It would please me and keep your cunt clean. But I don’t like seeing you in pain, so please be careful.”

Harry nodded. “Okay Lord Dumbledore. I’ll use the brush every day from now on.”

“Good. Why don’t you try it out?” Albus conjured the purple potion he had Severus make that would act as the ‘soap’. It wasn’t another aphrodisiac. This potion, when applied, tightened the muscle tissue. Albus didn’t want the boy’s ass to get sloppy on him, especially after that sausage. The potion also made it so the muscle tissue became stronger and less likely to tear. So even if he forced a huge insertion into the child, the rectum would probably not bleed, though the potion wouldn’t diminish the pain. Also, the potion produced suds so it did resemble soap quite a bit.

He handed the purple potion in a test tube to the boy, then handed him the brush. “Dip the brush in the soap and bring it to your hole,” he instructed.

“Wait, aren’t you going to do it first so I know how not to hurt myself?”

“The best way to learn is by doing. Now go ahead. I can’t always hold your hand through everything.” The real reason Albus didn’t show the boy, was because there was no way it wouldn’t hurt at least a little. Yes the bristles were soft, but on the delicate tissue of the boy’s ass-pussy…it was sure to pull at and scrape the tissue-paper like walls a little.

Harry held both the potion and the pipe brush. He ran his thumb through the bristles. It felt a lot softer than it looked. He relaxed a little. Maybe this wouldn’t hurt, like his guardian said. Harry got on his hands and knees again, ass toward Lord Dumbledore and dipped the brush in the purple soap.

“Make sure you completely coat the brush,” Albus said. “That soap is going to make your cunt squeaky clean for me.”

Harry took the brush out of the test tube when it was completely drenched in the thick soap. He hoped this soap wouldn’t hurt like the one the man had used on him the first time he cleaned his cunt with soap.

Harry brought the brush to his ass and tensed at the feel of the bristles at the top poke his delicate pucker. Was he really going to put something this pointy inside his body, even if the bristles were soft? He looked over his shoulder.

Albus saw the boy’s eyes on him. He nodded for the child to continue. “Go on, Poof. Clean out your dirty little cunt for me. Don’t you want to please me? Make me proud?”

That’s what did it. Harry sucked in a deep breath and slowly pushed the brush inside him. To his surprise it didn’t really hurt. The bristles felt like long thick hairs that laid flat against him as he pushed the brush in. When the brush was all the way in, he relaxed.

“Good boy. Make sure your spread that soap,” Albus praised.

Harry smiled at the man and tried pulling the brush out, but suddenly felt stabs of pain almost everywhere inside his rectum. Pulling the brush out meant that the bristles had to change direction too. He couldn’t pull on the brush without being stabbed again. Harry let go of the brush and looked back over his shoulder.

“L-Lord Dumbledore? I don’t think I can pull the brush out. It hurts when I try.”

“I told you if you do it right it won’t hurt. Keep trying.”

Harry wanted to cry. How could he pull the brush out without it hurting? Was there some kind of trick to it? The boy tried to pull the brush by turning it while he pulled, but that hurt too. There was nothing else he could do. Harry took a deep breath and pulled. It hurt for a moment as the bristles changed direction, then they laid flat against his walls again on the way out. The brush was almost out of him when Lord Dumbledore told him to keep going. Harry knew the man wanted him to fully scrub the soap into his cunt, but he didn’t want to feel the stabbing pain of the bristles change direction again. He really wished he knew the painless way.

Albus watched the child move the brush in and out of him to scrub his ass clean in very obvious pain as the bristles scrapped at his delicate insides. The man’s prick leaked precome at the sight of the boy torturing his little hole for his pleasure. And he would do it every day from now on. Glorious.

After about five minutes, Harry felt his guardian’s hand on his shoulder. “Alright Harry, I think that’s enough. You can remove the pipe brush, but don’t let any of the soap escape. You need to keep it inside for a few minutes, then you can rinse out your cunt with another enema, alright?”

Harry did as he was told. He pulled the bristle brush out of his cunt and plugged up his hole. The two chatted for a few minutes before Harry went to the bathroom to rinse out the soap.

When Harry came back into the room, the headmaster was sitting in his chair with his thick cock out of his robes. He patted his thigh. “Come sit on my lap, Harry,” he said sweetly. Harry smiled and got on the man’s lap. “That’s a good boy, now ease yourself down on my cock. That’s it.”

Harry held the man’s cock with one hand as he lowered himself down. He felt the head of Lord Dumbledore’s elderly cock touch his pucker. Then he forced himself down lower and allowed the cock head to enter him. Harry grunted at the sensation. It was so good. He needed this. But it also seemed like the man’s cock was thicker than he remembered. Not by much, but definitely noticeable. It was a tighter fit than he was used to. It almost hurt, but Harry was so horny. His cock was begging to be touched.

Harry slid himself all the way down on his guardian’s cock until he was sitting on the man, thigh on thigh.

“That’s my good boy,” Albus praised. He tilted the boy’s head up and kissed him deeply. Finally he was inside his slut again. It had been a week and he’d hated waiting, but it was essential for his plans. Harry would find him to be the better guardian. He would become completely his. The boy already loved him.

The man broke the kiss and instructed the boy to fuck himself on his cock. Harry didn’t need to be told twice. He was a greedy little slut already and his hole couldn’t get enough. The aphrodisiac potion worked so well, he’d even gotten a few complaints from Harry’s teachers that the boy seemed to be having trouble focusing during lessons. If only they knew what exactly Harry’s mind was preoccupied with. The man chuckled.

The boy looked up at him innocently. “Is something funny, Lord Dumbledore?”

The man kissed the boy again. He made sure to ravish the boy’s tongue with his own. When he broke the kiss, he chuckled again. “I was just thinking about how much I love you.”

He saw the boy blush. “I-I love you too, Lord Dumbledore.”

“Is that so?”

The eleven year-old nodded.

“What else do you love? Besides me, what are your favorite things?” As the boy thought, the man instructed Harry not to lose his pace. “Don’t slow down on me, boy. Fuck yourself on my cock nice and fast.”

Harry impaled himself on his guardians cock faster and faster. It was so good. What were they talking about? Oh right. His favorite things. “I love my friends. I really like quidditch too. And Hedwig. Er, and—”

“Cock?”

“Of course! I love your cock going inside my cunt, Lord Dumbledore.”

“I don’t mean just going inside you. I’m talking about cocks in general. You love cock, don’t you?”

“I guess so.”

“What do you love about cock?”

“I- I don’t know. I like how it feels inside me.”

“Do you like cleaning cock with your mouth?”

Harry nodded. “I like making you proud.”

“That’s not what I asked, Harry. Do you love cleaning cock?”

Harry thought about what it felt like to have a man’s cock deep in his throat. “I don’t know. I don’t really like the taste and I always feel like I’m going to gag.”

“So you don’t like cleaning cock. Do you like looking at cock? Do you like it when I, or Lord Snape, shows you our cock?”

Harry nodded. He did like that.

“Why? Because it means you’ll be fucked?” The man watched the boy nod again. Albus sighed. “That isn’t god, Harry.”

“It’s not?”

“No, a Poof like you needs to love cock because it’s cock, do you understand?”

“I don’t think so.”

“You need to love the way a cock looks. Especially a big one. A long thick juicy cock. You need to love your guardians’ cocks most of all. You need to love not only being fucked by them, but cleaning them, playing with them. That’s what it means to be a poof. But there’s one more thing, Harry. The only cock you must never like is your own. A poof’s cock, or rather clit, is small and ugly. It’s useless. It’s abnormal. It’s disgusting, deformed, and grotesque. And so are your balls. You already know this to be true. You are deeply ashamed of your tiny pathetic clit and little balls, as you should be.”

Harry listened to Lord Dumbledore’s words as he thrusted himself up and down on the man’s big cock. He looked down at his own. Was it really that bad? If Lord Dumbledore said it, it must be true. Harry saw his clit and balls in a new light. They were gross and ugly and useless. There was a part of Harry that wanted to cry, but most of him wanted to continue to fuck himself on Lord Dumbledore’s wonderful cock. So he did.

“Harry, you are going to need to learn to love cock.”

“How?”

“I want you find ways of looking at the cocks of the older boys at this school. I also want you to secretly purchase magazines that show cocks. I’ll give you resources later, for now I want you to tell me everything you like about my cock.”

Harry wanted to come so bad. His stupid, ugly clit was so hard. “I love how long and thick you cock is.” He left out that Lord Snape’s was longer. He didn’t think Lord Dumbledore would appreciate that. “I love how it feels inside me. I love when it presses against my prostate.” Harry felt his guardian’s cock throb inside him. The man began pushing and pulling on Harry’s thighs, controlling how fast he went.

“Go on, boy.”

“I love the way it feels when you ram it into me.” Harry felt the man still inside him. “I love the feel of your cum when you come inside my cunt.” Harry felt the man orgasm inside him. When it was over, Harry was still on the man’s lap, his softening cock buried to the hilt inside him.

After a few minutes, Albus spoke. “I hear you aren’t doing so well in your classes. And you have an assignment for Professor McGonagall due tomorrow, correct? Have you finished it?”

“Er—not quite.”

“Well then, you’re going to spend the rest of the day in here working on it.” Dumbledore pulled his wand out of his robes and pointed at the desk in front of them. Suddenly Harry’s essay was on the desk. “Go on, get to work.”

“Like this?” Harry was still facing Lord Dumbledore and the man’s flaccid cock was still in his cunt.

“No,” the man lifted the boy up, turned him around and sat him back down on his cock. “Like this.”

“W-with your—”

The man gave the boy a stern look. “Harry you are a poof. If I want your cunt to keep my cock warm while you are working on your essay, then that’s all you need to know.”

“Right, sorry Lord Dumbledore.” Harry tried to focus on his essay while Lord Dumbledore’s cock was in his cunt and his clit was rock-hard. Harry sighed internally as he dipped the quill in the inkpot and got to work.

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