DLP Chapter 20: Figging and Caning

Harry went to Dumbledore’s office the next morning to switch the plug for the vibrator and was surprised that the man hadn’t given him his usual vibrator, but another plug. It was only a little larger than the plug he’d been wearing, but it was bumpy and more rigid. It was also bright pink.

“This is a vibrating plug,” Dumbledore had told him. “It’s controlled with magic.” The man showed him how it worked. Harry had to spell it on when he was in class or studying and off when he wasn’t. It was Harry’s responsibility. Lord Dumbledore also gave Harry the other vibrator to use when the pad stuck to the wall of his rectum ordered him to pleasure himself. Harry kept that toy in his book bag.

At breakfast Harry took his potion, then began eating when the pad inside him began pulsing. Harry looked at all the food he could eat now that Lord Dumbledore was in charge of the pad. Harry began filling his plate with eggs and bacon and sausage. Not once did he receive a shock. Harry bit into a juicy sausage and savored the taste. It was just so good. He took another bite. And then another. He finished the sausage link.

And then he felt something else. It was a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Harry knew what it was: guilt. But why was he guilty? Yeah, he knew Lord Snape wouldn’t approve of what he ate, but it was Lord Dumbledore that was in charge and the older man said Harry could eat whatever he wanted. He hadn’t broken any rules by eating a sausage this time, but the feeling persisted.

Harry looked up at the staff table and saw Lord Dumbledore in conversation with Professor Flitwick. Harry looked over at Lord Snape. The man was eating his food. He didn’t look at Harry. Harry looked back down at his plate. He still had two more sausages, not to mention a tower of bacon on his plate. But this time Harry ate the eggs. Only the eggs. He poured himself a simple glass of water to go with it. Eggs were always safe. Lord Snape almost never shocked him for eating eggs.

But why did it matter? He could eat whatever he wanted, couldn’t he? Harry knew why. He wanted to please his guardians. Both of them. Even when Harry wasn’t with them. He wanted to be a good poof for them. He wanted them to want him. He hated the thought of being abandoned.

All throughout the day, Harry had to spell the vibrator on at the beginning of classes. It was very hard to pay attention to what his professors said when his cunt was being pleasured, but he tried his best. The worst of it was when he had to write down notes or cast a spell. His mind kept drifting. He thought about how good it felt to have his guardians’ cocks up his ass, fucking him hard. What it was like to reach his prostate from inside his clit, the relief he felt every time he was allowed to come…even if it hurt. Suffice it to say, Harry was hard all day. But that was normal for him now.

At lunch Harry continued eating only what he thought Lord Snape would allow. He ate a few bites of a non-seasoned steak and some green beans.

After lunch he had Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. Harry had forgotten to rewrite his essay and his only option was to turn in the scroll that he’d written while getting fucked by Lord Dumbledore. It was far too short, ineligible, had ink splotches all over it, and the parchment was torn by his quill in one spot. Professor McGonagall asked to see him after class.

When his classmates had left, Harry turned the plug off and sat nervously for his professor to speak.

The woman sighed. “Mr. Potter, you know this essay is unacceptable, don’t you?” she began.

Harry couldn’t look at her. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Can you explain how this happened?” She unfurled the scroll for Harry to see the mess.

Harry didn’t know what to say.

“Did you forget you had an assignment?”

Harry nodded.

“So you tried to rush it?”

Harry nodded again. “I’m sorry professor, I just…well, first I forgot about it. And then when I remembered I was…uh, distracted.”

The woman sighed again. “I’m going to need to give you detention. I’m also taking ten points from Gryffindor.”

Harry bit his lip. “I’m sorry, professor. It won’t happen again.”

“See that it doesn’t.” She walked back to her desk and as Harry was on his way out, she said, “I’m giving you detention with Professor Quirrell this Saturday at five.”

Harry turned quickly and looked back at her. “But professor, I have a quidditch game this Saturday.”

“I know. That’s why I won’t be overseeing your detention. I need to be at the pitch.”

Harry wanted to cry. He was going to miss quidditch. Harry made his way to his next class in a somber mood.

Back in Dumbledore’s office at the end of the day, Harry explained to the man that he’d received detention for his poor-excuse-for-an-essay. The man gave him a punishment.

“To begin your punishment,” the man said. “You will be peeling this ginger root.” Lord Dumbledore handed Harry a large, bulbous ginger root and a vegetable scraper.

Harry found it odd that his punishment consisted of manual labor, but he didn’t complain when he sat at the table and began to peel. When Harry was almost done peeling, his guardian told him he’d done enough. Lord Dumbledore had him spread lube on the part of the ginger root that he’d peeled and told him to work the vegetable up his cunt.

Harry took the plug out and pressed the rounded head of the ginger root to his pucker. The ginger wasn’t especially large or anything so Harry couldn’t imagine why he was being punished in this way.

Harry felt his pucker expand as he pushed the ginger inside. It didn’t hurt going in, but it did feel really weird. It had a lot of natural bumps unlike the toys he usually stuffed inside him. Even the sausage had been smooth. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant in any way; it felt really good to have the large root inside him…until it wasn’t. Harry hadn’t known that ginger root would be painful. The burning started slow and built up until Harry felt tears roll down his cheeks. He looked up at his guardian, begging the man with his eyes to allow him to take the root out. Lord Dumbledore just turned away from him and began polishing a very large wand.

“This,” Lord Dumbledore explained, “Is a cane. It’s made of bamboo and is light and springy, but also hard and solid. It will work well to punish you.” When the man was done polishing the large bamboo cane, he had Harry get on all fours. “I’m going to cane that naughty ass of yours. The essay you turned in is unacceptable and you will never turn in another scroll as shameful as that one ever again. Do you understand, Poof?”

“Yes, Lord Dumbledore.” Harry’s insides were already burning from the ginger root when he felt the first blow of the cane across his asscheeks. The sting that brought sent Harry to cry out in pain. Then he felt another blow, then another. Harry couldn’t take it. He was being tortured inside and out. The burning, the sting…it was too much. He felt like his ass was being split open every time the cane came down. Harry couldn’t help getting to his feet.

“Are you rejecting your punishment, Poof?”

Harry cried and shook his head. “N-no, Lord Dumbledore. It’s just too much. My bum…I’m in so much pain. Please, punish me, but something else. Anything else! Please!”

The man didn’t speak for a full minute. When he did, his voice was devoid of any emotion. “Very well. The ginger root and the cane is too much for you. I should have known. I’m sorry, Harry.”

Harry looked up and watched the man put the cane on the coffee table. He came back and told Harry he could take the root out. Harry did and handed it to the man. The man threw the ginger root in the trash.

Lord Dumbledore sighed and sat on the couch. Harry didn’t know what he should do. “Lord Dumbledore, do you want me to put the plug in?”

“Yes, Harry.”

Harry got the plug and put it back inside his cunt. Then he kneeled on the carpet with his hands held behind his back and his head down and waited for orders. None came. The headmaster took out a book and began reading. Harry stayed where he was. He didn’t know how much time past when eventually Lord Dumbledore put the book away and asked Harry if he needed to use the bathroom.

Harry hadn’t been allowed to go all day and Lord Snape had ordered him never to ask. Harry nodded vigorously and Lord Dumbledore allowed him to go to the bathroom. When he was done, the man told him to leave for the night, but to come back after dinner the next day.

When Harry was back in his dorm room, he used a mirror to look at his backside. He saw three angry red lines on his ass. When he was in bed for the night, he wondered why Lord Dumbledore had stopped his punishment. It was definitely too much pain, but why hadn’t the man just finished by spanking him or something? And why hadn’t Lord Dumbledore wanted to fuck him?

The next night Lord Dumbledore didn’t fuck him. Instead the man wanted to work on stretching Harry’s nipples and make them more sensitive. He started by coating a purple potion on Harry’s nipples with gloved fingers. Lord Dumbledore said that the potion would increase his nipples’ sensitivity over time. Harry didn’t like the potion. It stung a little, but the man’s fingers—that was nice. Lord Dumbledore massaged, tweaked, and pulled at the growing nubs. It felt both really nice and painful, painful especially when the man twisted a nipple sharply between two fingers or flicked them.

The man’s attention lasted until the potion had been fully absorbed into his skin. It was about thirty minutes. When Lord Dumbledore was done, he stepped back and analyzed the reddened nubs.

“They are already growing nicely,” he said. “The weights have definitely helped to stretch them, but I think we should start you on a pump tonight.”

Harry wanted to ask what he meant by ‘pump’, but he didn’t have permission to speak. He just watched as Lord Dumbledore left the room and came back with two small, clear cups. The man placed the cups over Harry’s nipples and cast a wandless spell.

Instantly Harry felt an almost painful suction from the cups. He watched as his poor nipples were forced to grow into the cups. The longer the cups were on his skin, the more they hurt. Harry refused to complain about it. Just the day before, he’d complained about his punishment and he didn’t want to disappoint the man again.

Lord Dumbledore left the cups on Harry and told him to start on his homework. Harry worked at the kitchen table while Lord Dumbledore, on the couch not too far from him, read a book.

It was hard to concentrate while his nipples were being forced to stretch, but Harry managed to get a little work done before Lord Dumbledore asked him if he’d spelled the plug on. Harry had forgotten and quickly turned it on. It got even harder to concentrate after that.

Harry tried to focus on his potions essay while his cunt was being gently vibrated from inside and the pain in his nipples was getting worse and worse. He had succeeded in writing about two paragraphs before Lord Dumbledore told him to ramp up the plug’s vibration. The man taught him the spell and Harry cast it. The vibrations hadn’t just gone up a notch. The vibrations were intense. Harry couldn’t help moaning a little at the sensations in his pussy.

It took harry a half hour to write only another two sentences. Then Lord Dumbledore told him he could use the bathroom before he left for the night. Harry wondered why the man hadn’t fucked him. Did it have something to do with the punishment the day before? Or was this his new punishment? How many days before Lord Dumbledore sunk his thick cock inside his cunt? Harry didn’t think he could bear even one more day. The plug and the vibrator weren’t enough. He needed more. Was this punishment actually worse than the caning and ginger root?

Before Harry left, Lord Dumbledore took the cups off Harry’s nipples. The pain that brought was worse than any of the suction had been. The man just nodded and appraised Harry’s now very red and swollen nipples.

“They look good,” the man said, twisting one harshly.”

Harry screamed. His nipple was very sensitive and hurt a lot.

“Yes, very sensitive and puffy. They’ll get there. In time your nipples will stay this long and sensitive. I know you don’t believe me, but you’ll come to love how even a gentle breeze to your nubs will bring you pleasure.” The man then brought his mouth close to Harry’s right nipple and gave it a lick.

“Ah!”

“That’s a good reaction. I can’t wait for you to be perfect.”

Harry so wished he could be perfect for this man. He just wished the process didn’t hurt so much.

When Harry got back to his dorm he saw the older boy who had complemented his outfit the other day sitting on his bed. It looked like the boy had been waiting for him. The boy had a devilish smile on his handsome face. Harry hadn’t ever given this boy much thought until the compliment. He didn’t even know his name. Something Dolohov. The boy was a seventh year and was well liked amongst his peers. He was one of the few students that were openly gay and Harry admitted that he admired him for being so brave.

“Hey, Harry,” the boy said. It wasn’t exactly in a kind way. It sounded a little foreboding to Harry’s ears.

“Uh, hi.”

“So, I came up to your room because I wanted to shoot the shit with you about something and guess what I find?”

Harry was a little taken aback by the older boy’s casual use of swear words. He knew older kids swore when teachers weren’t around, but it was weird to have one of them swear in the presence of an eleven year old. He didn’t hate it. It made Harry feel trusted and a little more mature, like one of the older kids.

“Yeah?”

The boy’s smile stretched wider. “I found your porn, Harry.” Harry quickly looked around the room, but they were alone. “I didn’t believe you’d be interested in porn yet, but I should have known. I mean especially by how you dress on the weekends.” The boy took the magazine out from under Harry’s pillow.

“Oh, no, no, that’s not a dirty magazine,” Harry tried to explain. He knew he could be in trouble for having it…but at the same time it had been a professor who’d given it to him so…anyway it looked like the older boy didn’t believe him. “It’s just…I’m studying.”

“You’re studying porn?” The boy was obviously skeptical.

Harry knew it sounded like a lame excuse. “Er, yeah. I’m going to be that when I grow up.” Harry pointed toward the cover.

“You want to be a pole dancer?”

Harry nodded.

“Okay, maybe you’re too young to understand, or maybe you’re trying to lie, but really? You want to get on a stage in front of a lot of people and strip off layers of your clothes until you’re almost naked and dance on a pole for people to watch?”

Harry didn’t know what was wrong with that. He just nodded his head. The boy just stared at him for a while, analyzing his face to see if he was lying, until it looked like the boy believed him.

“So you’ve been studying this magazine for your future job, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, studying magazines is all well and good, but if you want I can help you practice.”

“You can?” Harry never realized the boy could be so nice.

“Sure. What are friends for?”

“Friends?”

“Right,” the boy held out his hand and said, “I’m Arcturus Dolohov. And from today on, we’re friends.”

Harry shook the boy’s hand.

“You can call me Ari. All my friends do.”

“Cool,” Harry said, glad that an older boy was giving him so much attention.

“So now that we’re friends, and I’m going to help you train for your future job, I’m going to need you to take off your shirt. I need to see your chest so I can see if you have the body type to be a whor—I mean, pole dancer.”

“Just my shirt?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, just your shirt for today.”

Harry took off his cloak and unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. He also removed his tie. His bare chest and stomach were exposed. Lord Dumbledore hadn’t made Harry put the weights back on, but his nipples were still puffy and sore.

Arcturus looked over the boy’s naked chest and was surprised by what he saw. Harry’s skin was smooth and milky and his nipples were plump and reddened. Arcturus brought a finger up and massaged one of the buds. He heard the boy grunt just a little.

“You’ve been playing with these today, haven’t you?” he asked the boy.

“I, uh…” Harry didn’t know what to say. Should he tell the other boy about how he’s a poof? About his guardians? Harry was too ashamed. “I’ve been stretching and teasing them,” he lied.

“Yeah, that’s good,” Arcturus said, pinching the other nipple between two fingers. “A pole dancer should have nice nipples.” The older boy couldn’t help it. He brought his mouth to the boy’s nipple and sucked like an infant.

Harry gasped at the sensation. His nipples were still very sensitive and the sucking was almost painful. His clit was rock hard.

“You’re so very sensitive too. Perfect,” Arcturus commented. The boy wanted to throw the kid to the bed and fuck him hard right then and there, but he knew he had to take this slow. He didn’t want to scare the young boy away.

After Arcturus had sucked both of Harry’s nipples, he pulled away. “Meet me the day after tomorrow on the seventh floor across from the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. I’m going to teach you all about pole dancing.”

“The seventh floor?”

“Yeah, there’s a room up there where we’ll be able to be alone. Just trust me.”

“Okay, Ari.” Harry smiled at the older boy. He liked having an older friend to teach him.

The next night, Lord Dumbledore refused to have sex with him again. He worked Harry’s nipples like the night before until the nubs were puffy and red. At the end of the night he allowed Harry to use the bathroom.

Harry wanted Lord Dumbledore to fuck him so bad. He couldn’t take it anymore. Why wasn’t the man fucking him? Wasn’t that all a poof is good for? Harry knew it had something to do with the punishment. Was it because he refused the man’s caning? Was Lord Dumbledore punishing him a different way to make up for it? Was his new punishment not getting fucked?

Harry felt his clit twitch unhappily at the thought. He was so hard. So needy. He needed to be fucked. He needed Lord Dumbledore to pay attention to his hole. He couldn’t live without sex anymore. The caning no longer seemed so bad.

When Lord Dumbledore told him their time was up, Harry instead of putting his clothes back on, got on his knees in the submissive pose.

“Yes poof?” the man asked.

“Lord Dumbledore, please punish me with the cane and ginger root. I know that I still deserve to be punished and I’m sorry that I rejected your punishment. Please, Lord Dumbledore. You’re my guardian. I’m just your lowly poof. Please punish me any way you see fit. You have that right.”

“Ah, so you are finally coming to realize that as a poof you do not dictate how you are punished?”

“Yes, Lord Dumbledore.”

“Very well. If I hear even one complaint out of you this time I’m going to reconsider keeping you as my poof.”

Harry gulped. “I won’t complain. Punish me any way you like.”

“That is what you should have said from the beginning. Prepare yourself, Harry. It’s going to be a long night.”

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