Harry was awoken in the middle of the night by the thin vibrating square in his cunt. The boy reached down to begin playing with himself when he felt a shock from the square. That’s when he realized the vibrations were in a pattern. Lord Snape wanted to see him.
Harry quickly got out of bed and made his way to the dungeons. Lord Snape let him into his private quarters without delay.
Harry removed his clothes and got into the submissive pose.
“You are probably too stupid to know why I called you at such a late hour. I’ll explain. Tonight you will sleep here in my bed. It’s past midnight, but I find myself wanting to use your body again. As a poof, time means nothing to you. If your guardian wants to use you, it doesn’t matter how late at night it is, whether you were sleeping, or whether you are currently sleeping. Your guardian has a right to your body whenever he wishes. Do you understand?”
“Uh, yes, I think so, Lord Snape.”
“As for tonight, I don’t need you to be awake. Take out your plug and get under the covers of my bed. I’ll give you a sleeping draught so you’ll be able to sleep through it.”
“Yes, Lord Snape.” Harry didn’t know if he wanted to sleep through it. Yes, it was late, but Harry’s clit was still hard, and he wanted to feel his guardian’s cock thrust inside him. He wanted to feel good. In that moment, it didn’t matter how late it was. Harry was ready and willing. He’d spent the day being tormented with pleasure. So much pleasure it bordered on pain. No, it was pleasure. It was always pleasure now. Pain no longer existed. It was so hard for Harry to think of it that way. But it was true…wasn’t it? Lord Snape had made him come over and over again. That was pleasure. It felt so good to come. But it also…
It was pleasure. Harry knew it was. That it must be.
He wished he could stay awake. Harry wanted to feel more pleasure. He wanted Lord Snape’s cock to fuck him hard like he always did. The man’s cock was so long, and it made him sore, but in a good way. It always felt good.
He didn’t want to sleep. He was tired, but he wanted to stay awake. He also didn’t like the idea of not being aware of what the man would do to him while unconscious. He trusted Lord Snape. The man was his guardian. But at the same time, there was a feeling that was welling up inside him. A nagging feeling in his mind. In his gut. It said that he should be awake when someone touches him. It was wrong for him not to be aware. Like something was happening to his body without his knowledge.
If Ron or Hermione had told him that someone in the dorms wanted to do things to their body without them being fully aware, it would have sounded wrong. Harry would tell them not to agree to that. That their body belonged to themselves…
But Harry was a poof. His body didn’t belong to him. He belonged to his guardians. His guardians could do whatever they wished to him at any moment, and Harry had no right to say no.
Sometimes Harry really hated being a poof. Why did he have to be born with a tiny, ugly, useless clit instead of a cock like all the other boys? Was Harry even a boy then? If not, then what was he? Lord Dumbledore told him he was a poof. The man had explained what it was and how it came to be, but Harry still didn’t always understand. Was he not a boy? Was he not a person? He had no rights. He was dumb and would never be able to hold a proper wizarding job. He was only as good as his body. He was born to pleasure men.
Honestly, he hadn’t been all that surprised when Lord Dumbledore had told him. Harry had always known he was a freak and a good-for-nothing. Uncle Vernon always used to say he’d never amount to anything. He was always treated cruelly by his relatives. Maybe they knew the whole time.
Sometimes Harry really liked being a poof. He had two guardians (maybe even a third now) who took care of him. Even though Harry was completely useless and stupid and not even good at pleasuring them, they still want to be his guardians. At least for now. Doesn’t that mean that they care about him in a way? Lord Dumbledore said he loves him. Him. Harry. A useless poof. His guardian loves him. If Harry could keep pleasuring him, keep making him happy, the man might even keep him…If the Minister decides to pick him.
He’d never have to go back to the Dursleys ever again. Harry would be so happy.
And even if Lord Snape is picked, Harry could see him being somewhat happy. At least he wouldn’t be with his relatives. And Lord Snape made him feel good. Even better than Lord Dumbledore at times.
But Harry still wished he could stay awake.
But Lord Snape wanted him to sleep. And Harry supposed that’s all that mattered. In this moment, he belonged to Lord Snape. He may even belong to him forever one day.
Harry took out the large plug and made his way to Lord Snape’s bedroom. Being forced to orgasm over and over in the bed only a few hours ago was still fresh in his mind, and Harry took a deep, calming breath as he buried himself under the covers.
♦ ♦ ♦
Severus brought the boy the sleeping draught and ordered him to drink it. It only took the boy a moment to fall into a deep sleep.
Severus undressed and got into bed. He’d wanted to get the boy in his bed for weeks now. More importantly, he wanted to break down more barriers. It was perfectly normal for a guardian to have sex with their poof while they slept. It was perfectly normal for the poof to not even know when his guardian was using his body. It is perfectly normal for consent to not exist between a guardian and their poof. This is what he wanted the boy to believe.
And there was something nice about fucking Harry Potter hard and not having to hear him whine.
Severus was anxious to get started. He’d thought about all the ways he could fuck the unconscious boy. He wanted to go in with no lube to start. It would be an extremely tight fit and probably a little painful for him. He’d definitely rip the boy up inside. Severus almost chuckled. He would cast a few healing spells when he was done, but that wouldn’t take care of everything. The boy would wake up with a very sore ass.
He couldn’t hold back anymore. The mere thought made his cock leak.
Severus brought his cock up to the boy’s tight little hole and pushed. Even though the Potter boy’s body was relaxed with sleep, the man met resistance. The boy’s hole wouldn’t stretch to let him in. Severus knew breeching the boy dry would be a bit challenging, but this was ridiculous.
The man removed the covers and positioned the boy face down on the bed. He used a few pillows to raise his ass a bit. Severus parted the boy’s cheeks and gazed at the small hole. It was pink and puckered, and Severus glared at it. How dare James’s son be a little brat even in sleep? How dare his body reject him? It was humiliation, wasn’t it? The boy was just like his father. Well, he’d show them. He hoped James’s spirit was watching right now. Oh, did he hope.
Severus brought a dry finger to the boy’s hole and pushed in without any regard. It went in, but not as easily as it should. The little shit, Severus thought. He pulled out the digit and brought three to his hole. No lube. No preparation. He forced the three fingers inside. Once they pushed past the boy’s pucker, they slid in easily. He pulled the fingers out. There was a small bit of blood on his fingers. Severus smiled as he looked at them.
His smile turned into a sneer as he brought his cockhead once more to the boy’s hole. “Watch this, Potter,” he said to his school bully. “I’m going to destroy your precious son’s rectum. Your little Harry is going to bleed for me. He won’t be able to sit for days!”
Then he pushed. It hurt. Not the boy. Him. It was too tight. His cock would not go in. The Potion’s Master didn’t relent. He continued to push. He wasn’t making slow progress. He wasn’t even inching his way in. One moment, he was completely blocked by the boy’s small sphincter, and the next, his ring tore, and Severus was in. He pushed past the defeated ring of muscle and forced his cock all the way to the hilt.
If the boy had been awake, he’d have screamed so loudly the man would need a headache reliever, but the boy didn’t wake. He couldn’t. He’d given him the strongest sleeping potion he could brew.
He pulled almost all the way out and saw the boy’s blood on his cock. It was a beautiful sight. He pushed back in, the blood helping to lube the tight cavern. He was tearing the boy apart, and it felt amazing.
But it wasn’t enough. He wanted to hurt the boy more. He wanted to hurt him for all the times James Potter humiliated him. For all the pranks. For stealing Lily away. For everything.
He reached under the young body and grabbed hold of the boy’s balls. He squeezed them in a vice-like grip. He wanted to rip them from the boy. He wanted to completely destroy any semblance of manhood Harry Potter still had left.
But he also wanted to torture the boy’s balls, and he wouldn’t be able to do that if he completely destroyed them. He released his tight grip and started massaging them roughly. He squeezed again.
“I allowed you so much pleasure today,” he said. “I think you’re overdue for a night of pain. Even if you can’t fully experience it.”
Severus, still balls-deep into the boy, conjured a wooden ruler. “For every question you fail to answer, you will be hit swiftly and painfully.” The man smiled evilly as he continued to thrust in and out of the boy’s bloody ass.
“Now, let’s see, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?” The man paused for the answer. “What, you still don’t know? Alright then.”
Whack!
The ruler hit the boy’s left ass cheek, leaving a red mark in its wake.
“Where would you find a bezoar?” The man paused again. “Don’t know that one either? What a shame.”
Whack!
This time, the boy’s right ass cheek was struck.
“Last question. What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane? Come on, you should know this one. I bet your father does.” He paused. “No? You don’t know the answer to any of these questions? It’s been months since I first asked you and you haven’t tried to find the answers? Need your little know-it-all friend to help you? Oh, but she isn’t here, is she? Even your pathetic father isn’t this stupid. So what does that make you, Potter?” He paused again. “Can’t even answer that one? What a disgrace.”
Whack! Whack! Whack!
“You’re going to learn what happens when a ruler strikes an eleven-year-old’s ass. You’re going to learn your colors today. First red, then purple, then blue. Put your quills away, this will be a hands-on exercise!”
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Whack! Whack! Whack!
The boy continued to sleep as the man thrust his cock brutally inside his broken rectum, and his ass was beaten black and blue with a ruler.
Severus was getting close. He could feel his balls tighten up. He put the ruler down after over thirty hits to the boy’s ass. He looked down at the colorful globes. They were beautiful this way. The man wondered what would have been more beautiful, the sight of Potter’s son’s bruised ass, still at his disposal, or the silky smooth ass cheeks of Lily Evans…
Severus didn’t like the answer his mind came up with. He loved Lily. He still did. But why did this boy’s broken body turn him on more? Why did he find more pleasure in torturing Harry Potter than in fantasies of being with Lily? Lily had been his only real friend growing up. He’d developed a deep love for her. She’d never teased him about his appearance. She’d always been on his side…until she hadn’t.
And it was Potter’s fault. He’d whispered lies in her ears with his sharp tongue and touched her with the hands he used to cast jinxes at him. She’d been bewitched by the mask James always wore around her. Never letting her see who he really was. A pompous pure-blood prat with a penchant for cruelty. That is who James Potter was.
Why was this so satisfying?
Severus had never thought of himself as a cruel man. Yes, he’d followed the Dark Lord, but only because the Death Eaters were kind to him. They didn’t treat him like the others did. There was a feeling of community there. They were all working toward a goal. They were making the world a better place for wizards. Even now, he didn’t fully disagree with the Dark Lord’s ideals, just the way he went about it. The man murdered the woman he loved.
Lily.
Potter had tricked her into marrying him. They even had a child. The woman he loved had given birth to another man’s child. It had tormented him. He’d been so absorbed with his work for the Dark Lord at the time, he hadn’t even known she’d been impregnated. Potter had poisoned her with his seed. Then the little parasite was born.
He’d heard that Lily was the one who’d named the boy. He saw a picture of the ‘happy couple’ as the tabloids worded it. Potter’s spawn had Lily’s eyes.
How dare he? How dare the little brat look even a little like her? He had no right. He was nothing like her.
Or was he?
Severus’s dark desires resurfaced. That hair. So much like his father’s. He would humiliate the boy. He would degrade and torture him. And his eyes. His mother’s. He would have him any moment he wished, however he wished. The boy was as incompetent as his father and as innocent as his mother. He wanted to destroy the boy’s tight hole and rip the innocence forcefully from him. He’d transform Lilly’s pretty little son into a whore for his cock. The woman who never wanted him the way he wanted her… Oh, his son would want him, though. Sweet, stupid Harry would want him. Need him. Love him.
He would never feed the boy lies and put on a mask like Potter had with Lily. No. He would treat the boy the way he wanted. He would be cruel and unapologetic. And Harry Potter would love him for who he was, like his mother never did. It would take time, but Severus knew it would happen. The boy was starving for a place to belong, for a family. And the Headmaster wasn’t quite right for him. He wouldn’t be able to give the boy what he truly needed.
This was fate. Harry Potter belonged to Severus Snape. It was always meant to be. It was reparations. It was justice. The sins of the father. The untimely death of the woman he loved. The boy was meant for him. Born for his use. The Headmaster still didn’t see it. Severus knew that the man had been lying to him when he first told him what he’d been doing with the boy. How he needed Severus for his plan. How Harry was made for Severus. Albus didn’t believe a word of it. He lied so skillfully. But Severus wasn’t an idiot. He did not fall for the man’s words. The Headmaster was using him. He knew that. The old man had no idea how right he was when he was spitting lies.
He’d see someday that the boy really was made for him.
He pulled his cock out of the tight hole, but he wasn’t done. He turned the boy over and inserted himself back in. There was a good amount of blood on his cock now, and it fueled his desires.
The boy was more pleasurable than thoughts of tormenting James or thoughts of being with Lily. It was like Harry Potter was a doll crafted by Merlin himself to be everything Severus wanted. Everything he needed. Harry Potter was a doll made to look like James so Severus could torture him. Harry Potter was a doll that was born from Lily so that he could have and fuck him like he never did her. The boy would fulfill all his darkest desires. Every torment he’d always wanted to put James through. Every way he wanted to have Lilly. Harry Potter would be all of that and more.
Right now, he wanted to punish the boy for daring to be this perfect toy. He had no right to make his cock ache like it did for Lily or look so much like James that he wanted to use muggle violence on his pretty face. Yes, Severus decided to teach the boy a lesson because he could, and this time, he wouldn’t hold back.
Severus opened his nightstand and took out the training sounds he’d purchased for the boy. Harry was currently using the third one. Severus removed the sound from Harry’s small cock, cleaned it with a quick spell, and put it back in the case. Then he took out the fifth. Now this sound was getting into the ‘big’ territory. Well, for a child, anyway.
The man licked around the steel sound before placing the tip against the boy’s slightly gaping piss hole. Then he forced it in. The boy’s piss hole looked like a mouth forced to swallow a metal cock. He pushed the sound in further. It was difficult. The sound was a size too big. Severus continued to push until it was fully encased in the child’s urethra.
The boy’s poor little cock was stuffed full and pulsing in pain. Severus chuckled. He let go of Harry’s cock and began twisting the boy’s nipples instead. He bit and twisted and pulled. The boy’s nipples were definitely starting to grow now that he had been using the weights for weeks. It was so satisfying to bite and torture them. They were swollen and pretty all the time now.
“The Headmaster and I are going to give you pretty little tits, Potter. Those little nubs are going to get longer and more swollen. They’ll be pink and perky. They’ll tent all your shirts. Everyone will notice your perky nipples whether you’re in class, playing Quidditch, or taking a walk. Your tits will be prominent, and you will be humiliated at all times.
“But don’t worry,” the man added. “They’ll come in handy when you become a pole dancer. You’ll use your nipples to entertain. Your whole body will be entertainment. The Boy Who Lived to Strip. That’s what they’ll call you.”
He couldn’t take it anymore. Severus needed to come.
He thrust the sound in and out of the boy’s urethra so fast he knew he was doing some damage. It made the man need to come that much more. At the same time, he fucked Harry as hard as he could with his cock. The boy’s body no longer resisted him. It knew who owned him. Deep down, it knew. The boy’s holes gave in to the brutality. The boy’s tight urethra was loosening, and so was his rectum. They now belonged to Severus Snape now, and these holes would accept his domination.
Severus came hard inside his human sex toy. When his cock stopped spasming, he finally pulled out. What he saw was a bloody mess. He took out the sound. It, too, was coated in blood.
The man cast a summoning spell. A healing potion came toward him from the bathroom. He didn’t use it at first. He took his time savoring the sight of James Potter’s son fucked raw and bleeding on his bed. After he gave the boy the potion, he cast a cleaning charm that vanished the blood away.
Though Harry looked clean, his anus and urethra were still gaping. Severus wondered if he’d done more damage than he thought. Would the boy’s body ever go back to normal?
The man knew that a simple potion could fix any damage he’d caused. He didn’t summon one. No, he wanted to first see if the boy would tighten back up on his own.
The man decided it was time for him to get some sleep. He spread a generous amount of lube on the sound that had just been inside the boy and slowly pushed it in until it was all the way, pressing on the boy’s bladder. He didn’t want to cause any more damage to the boy tonight. Then he put the piercing back in so the sound would stay in place.
Severus used the lube on his cock next. He thrust his slick cock back inside the boy’s slippery, warm hole and settled in for the night. Harry’s boy-pussy would keep his cock warm all night.
♦ ♦ ♦
Harry woke to the feeling of his clit throbbing with a dull pain—pleasure, he corrected mentally. This was supposed to feel good. His clit was throbbing. His urethra felt like it had been rubbed raw from all sides. His prostate felt like it had been flattened by a rolling pin. This was pleasure. His cunt felt like it had swallowed a watermelon with how swollen his pucker was. The muscle there was tired and loose. Harry reached down and felt it with his fingers. He shuddered. It was pleasure. It was pleasure.
Was Harry only fooling himself? The boy thought hard about how his body felt. His clit in particular, he knew, he was lying about. Pleasure? Yeah, it was definitely pleasure. It definitely ‘felt good’. But not the real way.
But what about his pussy?
His cunt felt good too. It did. It felt good. This was pleasure.
Harry wished he’d been awake. He just knew the potions professor must have done something wicked to his body for him to still feel this way. The throbbing…the ache…it felt way too good. How rough had the man been? What toys did he use on him? The outside of his bum was sore, too. Had he been whipped? His asscheeks felt sore, but good. Not like his clit. Like his rectum. It felt really good.
Harry could feel the man’s cock still inside him. It felt so good. Harry wanted to move. To fuck himself on Lord Snape’s cock, but he didn’t have permission. He stayed still and tried not to moan.
Harry waited for a full hour before the man awoke. When he did, Lord Snape pulled out, and they both took a shower. Lord Snape set the temperature to hot, but not too hot, and got under the spray. Then he told Harry to wash him.
“Poof’s need to be attentive to all their guardians’ needs. Take up that washcloth, soap it up, then wash my body. Wash all of me. If I feel you aren’t doing a good job, you will be punished, understood?”
“Yes, Lord Snape.”
Harry got to work. He lathered the man’s washcloth and began scrubbing his guardian’s back and shoulders. He took his time, washing the man in slow circles. He tried to make it feel good, like a massage. He moved on to the man’s neck and chest. That’s when Lord Snape began playing with Harry’s nipples. Harry looked up at the man, but the potion’s master only told him to continue.
“I didn’t ask you to pay attention to what I’m doing. Keep washing me,” he said briskly.
Harry continued to wash the man’s chest. He paid special attention to Lord Snape’s nipples, then moved slowly down his body. He washed the man’s lower back and pelvic region. When he got to the man’s cock, he paused briefly before getting on his knees and washing the organ thoroughly, but gently. He pulled back the foreskin and washed the head of Lord Snape’s cock. Harry wanted to lick it. The little hole there looked so inviting, and Harry imagined putting the long cock in his mouth and washing it that way, but this wasn’t about him. Harry’s needs didn’t matter.
The boy moved on to the man’s balls, gently rubbing them with the soapy washcloth. Lord Snape’s balls were large and manly. They smelled musky. So very unlike his small round orbs. He could barely fit them in his hands.
“While I don’t particularly mind you worshiping my cock and balls, I do not want to be in this shower all morning. Wash my ass next.”
Harry blushed and ran the washcloth up and down the man’s crack, washing the place as well as he could. He wondered when the man would give himself an enema or if Harry was expected to do it.
Harry remembered Lord Dumbledore telling him that everyone washed out their assholes, but that it was embarrassing to talk about. Harry didn’t bring it up, and Lord Snape didn’t either.
When Harry had finished washing the man’s body and hair, Lord Snape did the same to him. The potion’s master wasn’t as gentle with him. The man took another washcloth, one that was far more coarse, soaped it up, then rubbed Harry’s skin raw with it. He spent a good amount of time torturing Harry’s delicate nipples, clit, and balls.
Harry had to work extra hard not to make any sound of protest as the uncomfortable cloth scratched over his most sensitive places. Especially his sore ass. Lord Snape pushed the fabric up his ass, then pulled it back out over and over again. Then he gave Harry his usual enema. When that was done, the man told Harry to quickly wash his hair before they both got out of the shower and started their day.
They both had breakfast in Lord Snape’s small kitchen. Harry found it hard to sit down properly. He felt a sharp stabbing…‘pleasure’ when he did. He kept shifting in his seat.
“If you’re going to fidget, then here,” the man directed Harry to stand back up. Lord Snape conjured a large dildo on Harry’s seat. “There, now train your useless cunt while you eat.”
Harry felt the square both pulse and vibrate inside him and slowly grabbed the long, thick dildo in his hand. He lubed up the toy before pushing his sore ass down on it. The boy grunted as he sat down fully on it. The dildo made him feel full and even more sore, but it also felt good. It now felt strange when there was nothing inside him. The dildo was right where it belonged, and it made Harry feel a bit calmer, even though his ass was still pulsing and not because of the square. Strangely enough, his pee hole was pulsing too. It felt stretched really wide. Harry felt the sound with his hand. Was it bigger than normal? It sure looked thicker. It felt way too thick. Harry wished he could take it out. He just needed a break from the sound. Just a short break, but he couldn’t. His body wasn’t his own. He had no right to take out the sound that Lord Snape had put inside him.
“Eat,” Lord Snape said.
Harry began fucking himself on the dildo like his guardian wanted and looked down at his plate at the same time. There was a single orange on his plate. He also had two tall glasses of water. Harry wasn’t completely surprised. Sometimes his guardian wanted him to eat very little, while other times he felt like he might puke with all the food he’d been forced to eat. Harry didn’t know which he preferred.
Without complaint, Harry began peeling the orange.
After they had finished their meals—Lord Snape had an egg, sausage links, a buttered croissant, and tea—the man told him to stop pleasuring himself on the dildo.
“Last week, the headmaster showed you that we guardians can use your body for any purpose we wish. I believe he had you be a footrest, correct?”
“Yes, Lord Snape.”
“Well, today I will use your body in a few different ways. The first being a rubbish bin.
“I don’t understand, Lord Snape. How can I be a rubbish bin?” Harry was confused. A footrest he understood, but a rubbish bin? Did Lord Snape want him to take out the trash for him? Or maybe he wanted Harry to throw away their garbage in the bin?
Lord Snape smiled. “I think you’ll be able to get the concept pretty quickly for once.” The man picked up the orange peel from Harry’s plate and held it for the boy to see. It looked almost ominous in the man’s bony hand. Harry began to feel uneasy. “You are a rubbish bin, Potter. Now, where do you think we should put this trash?”
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