“Lord. Ah! Snape,” Harry said between grunts. “Lord Ooh! Dumbledore didn’t Ah! Let me. Mmm! Come. Ooh! Last night.”
“And?” The man asked, clearly not caring that the boy hadn’t found release.
Lord Snape was currently fucking Harry’s hole. His long cock reaching further inside him than Lord Dumbledore’s. It felt good. Only good. There weren’t two types of pleasure this time. Not to say that Lord Snape wasn’t being as brutal as always but Harry found that he liked the spike of discomfort he felt when Lord Snape’s cock straighten out his intestines in his usual pitiless way. It made Harry want to come that much more.
“Well. Ah! I just. Mmm! Thought you should know.”
“No. You brought it up because you want to know what I think,” Lord Snape said, purposefully hitting his prostate this time. “Here’s what I think. It doesn’t matter what you want, Potter. The Headmaster can deny you all he wants for all I care. That doesn’t change anything. You are a poof. Not even human in my eyes. You find release only when we want you to. If I decide at the end of this week that you aren’t coming then you aren’t coming. You don’t need to worry about such things. Just please us. Your ass is all you’re good for and you don’t even do that right.”
“Yes…Ahh! Lord Snape. Mmm! Lord Dumbledore. Ooh! Told me almost. Ah! The same thing.
“Then why come to me with this? Are you, perhaps gauging weather or not I’ll let you come on Saturday?”
Harry felt a sharp slap to his ass. “Ow! I’m sorry, Lord Snape!”
“You should be. You should always be sorry. You never do anything right. You are as idiotic and pathetic as your father. Only looking to seek pleasure. Not caring about anyone else. Well then, if you want pleasure, I’ll give you pleasure.” Lord Snape took his cock out of Harry’s hole without coming.
“Lord Snape?”
“Be grateful. I’m going to let you come today.”
“But Lord Dumbledore said—”
“This is my week, Potter. I can do whatever I please with you. Now thank me for my generosity.”
“Th-Thank you Lord Snape!”
Harry had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. Why was his guardian being so…kind? Letting him come just because he complained…it wasn’t like the man to do that. Something wasn’t right. Harry could feel it. Lord Snape wasn’t smiling but there was an odd twitch at the corner of his mouth.
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Severus motioned Harry to follow him. He’d never played with the boy on his bed before and the boy looked surprised when he told him to get on. He had the boy on his back with his arms and legs spread wide. The man conjured ropes and tied the boy’s wrists and ankles to the four posts. Then he removed the sound from his clit. It was time for a wider one. He showed the boy the larger sound before lubing it up and working it into Potter’s urethra. The boy stiffened and grunted in pain.
Severus had been waiting to perform this very specific type of torture on the little shit. Not the sounding, no. The orgasm. He’d been waiting for the day when the old man denied Harry. He knew the boy would ask if his other guardian would let him come. And he had. And now, after this torture, the boy would never ask to come again.
Severus looked at the time before pointing his wand at the sound so that it thrusted on its own. Then he placed a small egg vibrator inside the boy’s hole, right at the boy’s prostate and turned it on. With a flick of his wand he put a sticking charm on the vibrating egg so it wouldn’t move from the boy’s sweet spot. Then he forced a thick dildo, molded after Severus’s own cock, and set that to thrust on its own inside the boy’s rectum. He stuck two more egg vibrators to the boy’s nipples before getting out the final toy. It was a penis pump designed for small cocks. It had a hole at the end so the sound could slide through. He placed it on the boy’s small clit and turned it on.
The boy gasped at the sensation. Every sensitive part of him was being pleasured all at once. It wouldn’t take long for him to come. Severus almost smiled. He conjured a chair and sat down facing the boy. He took out a book and began to read. Well, he pretended to read. He was really watching the boy.
Potter was moaning and grunting as he twitched in his restraints. It had only been a few minutes, but the boy was clearly right on the edge. He panted. Severus watched his chest rise and fall rapidly.
The Potter brat probably assumed his guardian would do something sadistic like take away the toys and prevent his orgasm right as he was about to come. He could see it in his eyes. The boy’s watery eyes looked toward him, pleadingly. He wanted release, but he didn’t think Severus was actually going to give it to him.
Oh how wrong he was.
In only ten minutes the boy was about to come. Severus lazily took out his wand and removed the sound with magic. Harry Potter orgasmed hard. He practically screamed as he came. His young fertile seed shot from the boy’s cock and onto his stomach.
The toys did not turn off. They did not stop vibrating. They did not stop thrusting. The boy looked confused. He looked over at him, hissing from the overstimulation. Severus simply used his wand to put the sound back inside him. It began thrusting in and out again.
“L-Lord Snape?”
“You do not have permission to speak,” the man said, going back to his book.
Potter looked dumbfounded. He couldn’t believe that the man hadn’t stopped the toys after he came. He didn’t know what to make of it. He wasn’t in pain yet. He was just a bit overstimulated. He had no idea how long Severus was going to torture him. The man hid a grin behind his book.
After the boy’s second orgasm, silent tears streamed down his face. More of his come had been added to his stomach. The boy looked tired and sore, but Severus didn’t turn the toys off. After the third, he left the boy to eat a meal in his kitchen. He left the sound out this time so the boy could orgasm while he was away. He spent half an hour eating his lunch in peace before going back to the boy. The child was openly sobbing now. His cock just as erect as when he’d left.
“Tell me, Poof. How many times did you come while I ate lunch?”
“Th-Th…ah! Ooh! Thr-Three!”
“Three times? That makes six total. Was there sperm all three times?”
“Y-Y-Yes! P-Please Lord Snape! Please stop! I-I can’t! I can’t anymore! It hur— I mean it feels…feels good. Too good! Please!” The boy cried.
“If you’re still releasing sperm then we can still keep going. Remember Harry, you were the one that wanted to come. I’m only giving you what you wanted.”
“No,” the boy said. “Not like this. I didn’t want this!”
“Well, that’s too bad. Because I also want you to come today. I want you to keep coming. Be a good poof and keep coming for me. I want to drain those pathetic balls between your legs. I want you completely empty.”
“P-Please…please.”
“Be quiet.”
Severus picked up his book and began reading again. The boy shot out his cum one last time. It was only a small dribble of the whitish substance. Clearly the boy was now dry. He still didn’t stop the toys. The boy didn’t even get a short break. No, he was kept tied to the bed and tortured. His entire body twitching. He tried to move this way and that to get away from the toys, but he couldn’t. They were magically stuck to him. Forced to pleasure their prisoner for as long as Severus wanted.
Potter had five dry orgasms before Severus noticed the boy seemed completely out of it. His eyes had been glazed over for a while now, but he no longer tried to get away from the sensations he was forced to feel. The boy looked completely zoned out. He moaned and grunted, but that was all. Drool was seeping from his slack mouth as his body continued to twitch instinctively. The sight was perfection. He looked as brainless as Severus always knew him to be.
“Potter,” Severus said, addressing the boy. The boy didn’t respond. He didn’t even react. He’d forgotten that the man was even in the room with him. He watched as the brat had his sixth dry orgasm. The boy’s cock stiffened, but nothing came out. “Potter!” He said again. This time the boy mumbled something unintelligible, but didn’t look at him.
The man took the dildo out of the boy’s hole and replaced it with his own. The scene was too good. The man had been hard throughout all of it, but now he needed release. He thrusted brutally inside the unresponsive boy. The egg vibrator inside the boy’s hole felt nice on his cock and he orgasmed quicker than he wanted to. He released his seed deep inside the boy’s bowels. He panted with exhaustion and watched Harry have one more dry orgasm before taking out his wand and removing all the toys.
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Harry couldn’t think about anything but the pleasure. Because that’s what it was, wasn’t it? Lord Snape let him come again and again. And again. And again. And again. He couldn’t stop. Would it ever end? Harry wanted to take a break. That’s all he wanted. Just a break. A nice long break. Because it felt…good. It did. It felt good every time, but…
Harry was crying. He could feel the tears on his cheeks. An orgasm was supposed to feel good, wasn’t it? It did feel good. But his whole body was sore too. His clit and his balls felt it the most.
His balls. Harry felt like they had been completely wrung dry. Like someone had taken a rolling pin and forced all the cum out. There was no more of the white sticky liquid. It had stopped coming out a while ago. Harry had no idea how long. It had felt like a really long time.
He just wanted a break.
But the vibrators kept buzzing against his sensitive places. Too sensitive. It felt too good. Fresh tears streamed down his cheeks at the constant stimulation. His whole body felt this way. Too sensitive.
Torture. Harry concluded that this was torture. How could something that felt so good, be so torturous?
Harry was tired. His body tensed up even more than it already was. Harry shook his head from side to side rapidly. It was happening again. Another orgasm.
No. No. No! Harry thought. Please no!
It didn’t matter how much he wished for this to end. It wouldn’t. Harry began losing hope that it would ever end.
His body was sore, but he tensed up anyway. His balls tensed up. His clit tensed. Every muscle in Harry’s sore and tired body tensed. Then he came. Nothing came out. The boy’s vision darkened. The sounds of the vibrators seemed to get further and further away.
Harry opened his eyes. He must have been out for only a moment. His mouth was open and drool was seeping out of the corner. Harry could only think about how sensitive he was. His body was so very sore. His clit was already hardening from the constant stimulation.
The vibrating egg felt extra aggressive on his prostate. As sore as it was it felt good. It felt too good. Everything felt too good. Harry was completely exhausted, but he was forced to come again.
Harry heard something very far away. A man’s voice calling to him. Lord Snape maybe. Harry didn’t bother hoping.
He heard it again. Lord Snape was yelling his name.
The dildo left his hole. Was it finally over?
A cock breeched him. No. It would never end. The cock felt good, but Harry was too sensitive. He didn’t want to be fucked. He didn’t want to come. He just wanted it to end.
He didn’t want to be forced to come anymore.
Lord Snape didn’t take long to come inside him. After he’d pulled out Harry felt vaguely empty. Like something that belonged there was missing. It made harry feel even worse. He didn’t want a cock or a dildo right now, but his cunt felt wrong without something large inside him. Harry didn’t like it.
But the egg was still inside him. It was pressed so tightly to Harry’s prostate. The vibrations were very strong and Harry felt his whole body tense up again.
No. Please no. Please, please no. No more. No more. No more. Harry thought. He felt like he’d do anything to not have another orgasm. Anything. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.
NOOO!
Harry shuddered intently as he came. It took everything out of him. His muscles were gone. His bones were gone. Harry felt like he was melting into the bed. He wanted to melt. He wanted to escape this torture. But he never would. He would go on coming forever and ever. Harry’s mind was very far away when he heard his name called again. Or had he? Harry closed his eyes. The vibrators weren’t being as brutal right now and the boy thought he might be able to pass out again. He wanted to be unconscious.
He didn’t want to feel it when he was forced to come again. And again. And again. And again. Unconsciousness would be much better.
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Lord Snape looked at the boy on his bed. Potter looked like he was drifting off to sleep now that he’d removed the vibrators. He couldn’t have that. He needed the boy alert now. He gave him a quick slap to his face. He watched the child jerk before opening his eyes.
Harry blinked at him in confusion. Clearly he didn’t realize that their little session was over.
“I think we’re done for today. I have some essays to grade and you’re a distraction…unless you wish to keep going. I can put the toys back in and cast a silencing spell on the room if you wish to ejaculate some more.”
“No! No please!” The boy was out of his trance now. “Please Lord Snape I don’t want to come! Please don’t make me come!”
“I don’t know. You were so eager to come earlier. You seemed so disappointed that the Headmaster wouldn’t indulge you. Maybe a few more orgasms?”
The boy cried hard. “No, please! Please no! I don’t want to come! I don’t want to-to come anymore!”
“Alright then, if you’re sure. I’ll speak with the Headmaster. If you are this opposed to orgasming how about we lengthen the time between them? I don’t think you’re up for once a week. Maybe just once a month.”
The boy looked shocked. “Once…a month? But that’s…”
“Or we could go for another round.”
“NO!” Harry said. “I mean, no Lord Snape. I don’t want to come again today, but a month is a really long time.”
“It’s either once a month or the Headmaster and I keep you coming nonstop every Saturday. All day and not just for a few hours like you did today. It’s your choice. Be grateful I’m letting you decide anything.”
The man knew which the boy would choose.
“O-Once a month, please, Lord Snape. I only want to come once a month.”
“Alright then. In one month’s time, me or the Headmaster will allow you to come.” Severus removed from his pocket a small vial of purple liquid that he’d placed in there after lunch. He took out a syringe from his other pocket and inserted it onto the vial. He watched as the potion filled the small syringe. Then he turned to the boy.
“Now that you’re completely dry I can administer this potion. Severus got back between the boys legs and grasped the boy’s balls in his fist.
“L-Lord Snape?”
The man stuck the needle into the boy’s left testicle and pressed the plunger.
“Ow! Ow!”
“Hush, this is an infertility potion. It will make sure any sperm your body produces is unable to impregnate anyone. You will never be able to father children.”
“But why? Why are you doing that?” The boy didn’t look all that alarmed. He was still a child and hadn’t thought about having children of his own.
“Because the Headmaster wanted me to give it to you sometime soon. And now that I have an opportunity…” he trailed off. The man placed the syringe into the vial again, got more potion, and injected the other testicle. The boy cried out at the pain. Severus couldn’t help himself. “How does it feel when I puncture your defenseless balls?”
More tears streamed down the helpless boy’s face. “It feels…it feels good, Lord Snape.”
“Yes, very good. Have you been keeping that up? Thinking of pain as feeling good?”
“Yes, Lord Snape.”
The man nodded. “I have one more potion to give you. This one can be administered orally, but since you enjoy the experience of having needles in your testicles, I’ll administer it this way. It will work faster if I do it this way anyway.”
The boy whimpered.
Severus took out another vial. A greenish potion. He filled a different syringe and poked the boy’s balls with it again. Once the potion was inside the boy, Severus stood up and magically untied the boy from the bed.
“You may leave for today.”
Harry got into the submissive pose with his head up.
“Yes?”
“What was that last potion you gave me?”
The man paused only briefly. “I’ll let that be a surprise.”
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