Harry was already sitting up on his large pink princess bed when the day butler, Dru, walked in. Harry got off the bed and lifted his arms high in the air so the man could take off his pink, silk nightgown. Harry was used to his schedule by this point. He’d lived with Papa for a whole year now.
“Bonjour, Dru,” Harry said in French. The man simply nodded. Harry was fluent in French now and after so many lessons with Professor Lafitte, he never forgot to speak in a high girlish tone. His mannerisms too, were much more feminine. Harry knew he was still a boy, but Papa had been so good to him; the man always spoke of how he’d saved Harry from his relatives. Harry was very grateful to his Papa, so Harry really didn’t mind being a girl for him if that’s what he wanted. He remembered hating the name Papa gave him and all the girly lessons in the beginning, and he still kind-of did, but Harry was very much used to it now. Harry’s life with Papa was better than Harry could have ever believed possible.
The only time Harry ever dropped the act and used his real voice and name was with the night butler, Benoit. Harry loved Benoit. He loved him more than anyone in the whole world, even Papa. Papa would always be his Papa, but Benoit was…Harry really didn’t have a word for how he felt.
Sometimes Benoit would give him things in secret. Things he thought might make Harry happy. Usually these little presents were in the form of books. Harry always had to read the books in Benoit’s room. That was the only room that Benoit said was safe. Harry didn’t know what that meant, but he kind of did.
Sometimes Harry would be in his room or in another part of the house and do something he knew he wasn’t allowed to do, like one time he took off his heels when no one was around and somehow Papa found out about it and punished him. That was one of Papa’s rules. Harry had to wear high heeled shoes all day and couldn’t take them off. It was hard to walk in them in the beginning, but now Harry could walk just fine. Harry didn’t know how the man had known he’d taken off the shoes. Harry started to believe there might be secret cameras scattered throughout the house.
Anyway, Harry loved reading the books Benoit got for him. The only other books Harry was allowed to read were text books. Benoit got Harry a mix of genres: fantasy, action, romance, science fiction, etc.
When he first got the books, Harry decided he loved Benoit like the characters in the books loved their big brothers and sisters, but as Harry began reading some of the romance novels, he knew that wasn’t true. What the characters wanted to do with the characters they loved in those books—Harry found himself wanting to do with Benoit. He wanted to hold Benoit’s hand. He wanted to kiss him. And more than anything, he wanted to have sex with him. He wanted to have sex with Benoit so bad. He ached for it.
Sex. It was odd. He had sex with Papa almost every night, though the man called it being shown love. He watched the videos that Papa had in the living room; the ones where other Papas had sex with their sons. Those types of movies were the only ones Harry was allowed to watch. But it was weird. Never—not in a single one of the books Benoit gave him—was there ever a scene of a father and son having sex. It was never even mentioned. Why?
After Dru finished getting Harry dressed in a brand new outfit Harry had never seen before, Harry put on his pink heels. He knew they were Papa’s favorite. The heels were very tall and the heel itself was very thin. The first time Harry had tried to wear them, he broke his ankle. The injury had been healed by Corin and Aldrick rather quickly, but Harry had been so scared of wearing them again after that. That was until Papa punished him for refusing to wear them.
When he’d put on his heels, Harry’s makeup artist walked in and did his makeup. Harry usually did his own makeup. He was very good at it now, but today was a special day. It was Harry’s eleventh birthday!
He sat patiently as the woman applied his bubblegum pink lipstick, blush, and did his eyes. Then she styled his hair. Harry’s hair had grown out almost to his shoulders. She gave him delicate waves that reached a little past his chin. Then she clipped a large pink bow in his hair. He looked at himself in the mirror. He didn’t just look like a girl, he looked like a beautiful porcelain doll. A doll with a pink frilly dress, knee-high socks, rosy cheeks, and inside the frills of her dress, dainty pink panties. Harry was the very epitome of feminine.
At breakfast, Harry smiled at the camera across from him as he ate his cereal. His cereal consisted of a bowl of milk soup with some bland cereal tossed in. Harry didn’t mind; anything tasted good covered in his special milk.
When he was done eating, Harry touched up his lipstick before Dru led him down to Corin and Aldrick’s examination room. Harry has a checkup with the medi-wizards once a month. It’s just a general health check; though the potions they make him drink every time taste disgusting.
“Good morning, Helen,” Corin greeted when they opened the door for him.
Harry bowed his head and curtsied for the gentlemen. He made sure to lift the skirt of his dress just high enough that the men could get a sliver of a glance at his panties. It’s exactly as Papa taught him. Papa wanted him to lift his dress up higher when he curtsied for men. He said it made him more attractive. Harry gave a regular curtsy to his tutor and any women he met, though there weren’t many.
“Well isn’t someone looking pretty this mornin’, isn’t she Aldrick?” The other man just grunted.
“It’s my birthday!” Harry said in a high girlish voice.
“Already been a year then, hasn’t it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Here,” the man said, handing Harry a rectangular present with red wrapping paper and a black bow.
“Really?” Harry said in surprise. “For me?”
“Yup, open it up. I’m sure you’ll love it.”
Harry unwrapped the present and opened the box. Inside was two objects. The first was an egg-shaped vibrator. Harry knew the object well. Papa loved to use toys when showing him love.
“It’s magical too, so no batteries required,” Corin said.
Harry looked at the other object in the box. It was a waterbottle filled with milk.
“Oh and that milk’s homemade. I’ve been saving up for you for quite a while. Hope you like it.”
“I love it, thank you!” Harry gave the man a hug. He really did love his presents.
Harry heard a sigh from inside the room. “Corin, stop wasting time.”Then he turned to Harry. “And you, get in here so we can start your checkup,” Aldrick said.
The check-up was the same as always. Drew helped Harry out of his dress and panties so he could be examined properly. The men took his blood pressure, checked his breathing, measured his height as well as the length of his penis, weighed him, examined his hole with a gloved finger, pulled down his foreskin and looked there, then checked his sensitivity everywhere on and in his body. After that was done, it was time for his monthly potions. Harry takes four potions a month. He doesn’t know exactly what they do, but he was told that they keep him healthy.
After the checkup, Dru left him to get some of his work done. Harry spent most of the day waiting for night so he could spend time with Benoit. When it was almost time for dinner, Harry decided he’d go down to meet Benoit in his room instead of waiting for the man to come to him.
When he opened the door to Benoit’s room, instead of the vampire, he saw a stranger—a man in his twenties. The man’s hands were tied behind his back and his ankles were tied together. The man squirmed, trying to free himself, but his wrists were securely tied to the heavy coffin’s ornate handle. When he saw that it was Harry who opened the door and not Benoit, the man began shouting for help, though it came out as a muffle because the man’s long sock had been used as a gag and tied behind his head.
Harry was shocked at the sight, but walked over to the man and removed his gag. Immediately the man began talking.
“Thank you, little girl. Please, I need my wand! It’s right there on the table. Please hurry, there’s a dark creature lurking about. A vampire! It captured me,” the man said in French.
The man was desperate, but Harry didn’t know what to do. Should he give the wizard his wand back? Why had Benoit captured this man? Did he intend to…eat him? Harry wasn’t given very long to think. A moment later he heard Benoit’s voice behind him.
“You shouldn’t remove the gag. He makes a lot of noise,” Benoit said in English. Harry watched Benoit move past him and pick up the sock. The wizard tried to move his head away, but Benoit easily put the fabric back in his mouth and tied it behind his head. Harry saw the wizard shed tears in fright. He also saw Benoit hold up a finger in front of the man’s face and say “sleep” before the wizard slumped over and fell asleep.
Benoit stood back up and looked at him. Harry almost forgot to curtsy. He bowed his head and lifted his skirt higher than he did for anyone else. Benoit could get a good look at Harry’s pink panties and the tiny bulge there.
When Harry was done, he asked, “Are you going to feed on him?”
“Yes. I usually don’t bring my food home, but I woke a bit too late today. I’ll drink from him later when I have time.” Benoit looked up at the clock on the wall. “Come, it’s time I escort you to dinner.”
Harry didn’t know how he felt about Benoit killing a human in his room, though he supposed Benoit must have killed a lot of people in his life. How old was the man exactly? Didn’t vampires live for a long time? Harry knew he was trying not to think about Benoit killing people. He didn’t like the idea.
At dinner, Papa sat across from him and Benoit stood by the wall like always. Papa ate a steak while Harry ate a creamy clam chowder that consisted mostly of milk. Harry looked over at Benoit every once and a while.
After dinner, Papa cleared his throat.
“Yes, Papa?”Harry asked in French. Papa wanted him to practice his French all the time. He only spoke English when he didn’t know how to say a word in French…or when he spoke with Benoit.
“My sweet Helen, have you enjoyed your birthday?” His Papa replied, also in French.
“Yes, Papa. I had a checkup today and Corin gave me a birthday present. He gave me a small vibrator and a bottle of milk. After that I watched movies and played in my room. Thank you for the day off lessons.”
“You are most welcome, ma fille. You’re French is coming along well and you look and act just as a little girl should. Papa is very proud of you.”
Harry smiled at his Papa. He loved getting praised.
“Now, I have two birthday presents for you today. Would you like the first one?”
“Oh yes, Papa!”
The man looked toward the butler. “Benoit, go fetch Helen’s present.”
“Yes, Master Mikael.”
Harry watched Benoit leave the room and come back only a few seconds later with a rectangular box wrapped with pink paper and a yellow bow.
“Hand it to my lovely little girl, would you?”
“Yes, Master Mikael,” he said before handing Harry the box.
“Thank you, Benoit. May I open it, Papa?” The man simply nodded. Harry was so excited. Getting a present from Papa was so rare. He undid the bow first, then ripped off the paper. He opened the lid of the box to find a letter atop a blue dress. Harry opened the letter and scanned its contents.
“Can you read it?”
Harry nodded, tears in his eyes. He looked up at Papa, down at the letter, then up again in disbelief. “Really, Papa? Can I go?”
The man nodded again. Harry starred down at the beautiful blue fabric of his new school uniform and hugged his acceptance letter to his chest.
“If you keep crying like that, you’ll ruin your makeup. You know I don’t like it when your makeup is a mess, Helen.”
Harry quickly dabbed at his eyes with a cloth napkin. He didn’t want to get a spanking during such a happy moment. He couldn’t believe Papa was actually letting him attend a magic school.
“You will be starting at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in the fall. Now, I know you’re excited, but there are a few stipulations. For one, you will have private quarters there so you can study on-site, but you will not be dorming there. You will floo back home every night as soon as your classes finish. Also, you will be home on weekends and will continue your manners classes on Saturday mornings.”
Harry nodded. He was a little sad to not be staying there all the time, but then he wouldn’t be able to see Benoit.
“You will eat breakfast here before you go to school and dinner when you get home. You will eat lunch at Beauxbatons, but you will take a bag lunch with you everyday. You must eat all of your lunch. Dru will alert me to any misbehavior on your part. Even a single rule broken will result in you being homeschooled once more. Do you understand, Helen?”
“Dru is going with me?” Harry noticed Papa was giving him a stern look. “I mean, yes Papa, I’ll follow your rules. But is Dru coming to school with me?”
“Yes, I’ve already talked everything over with the Headmistress…and I gave the school quite a donation. You will be able to floo to and from school and will be allowed a servant.”
Harry was very excited to go, but if he could choose a servant, he’d rather have… “Papa?”
“Yes, ma fille?”
Harry looked over at the stoic man standing by the wall. “Do you think Benoit could go with me instead?” He saw Benoit’s eyes widen the tiniest bit.
“Helen, I know you’ve grown quite attached to the butler, but you shouldn’t need me to tell you why that isn’t possible.”
Harry, for a moment, really didn’t understand.
“He can’t go out during the day. The school also has wards to keep him out.”
Oh right. Sunlight. Harry felt stupid for not remembering. Wait, wards? “The school has wards to keep him out?”
“Of course. Vampires are dangerous. Well, he’s not dangerous to us. He’s under a magical contract.”
Harry knew Benoit wasn’t dangerous. He knew he’d never hurt him. He didn’t know there was a contact. “So vampires can’t enter the school?”
Papa shook his head. Harry sighed. At least he got to go to school at all. He smiled up at his Papa. “Thank you Papa, I love my present.”
“I’m glad, though there’s still one more. Are you ready for it?” Harry nodded enthusiastically. “Do you remember the first present I ever gave you? It was just last year on your tenth birthday.”
Harry never forgot. He could still remember that night perfectly. Papa adopted him. Saved him from his relatives. He remembered Papa’s words: We will start with the blowing of the candles and then you’ll get to witness my son’s first birthday present from his Papa… I love you Harry… This is how fathers show their love. I love you so very much that I’m going to put my special milk deep inside you…
Harry saw Benoit place a cake on the table and Harry’s blood ran cold. No. No, Papa wasn’t going to…it had hurt so much…he wasn’t prepared. Benoit hadn’t stretched him yet!
“Come here, ma fille. Sit on Papa’s lap so you can blow out your candles and receive your present.”
Harry shook in his seat. “Please, Papa…”
“Helen, are you disobeying me? Are you rejecting my present? My love?”
“N-no, I—”
“I’m very disappointed, Helen. You are usually so well behaved. Do I need to take away your other present?”
“No!”
“Don’t shout at your Papa. Benoit, give my ungrateful and disrespectful daughter une fessée.”
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“Yes, Master Mikael.” Benoit didn’t want to spank the boy, but he knew he had to. He got a chair and sat. He waited for Harry to walk over to him. The boy hesitated a moment before bending over his lap. Benoit pulled the boy’s pink dress up and pulled down his panties. The boy’s ass was round and pale. Benoit brought his hand up and brought it back down on the boy’s bum. He used just enough force to make Mikael satisfied and not a bit more. It still hurt the child. He continued the spanking and tried to block out Harry’s screams and cries. After fifty spanks he was instructed to stop.
Benoit looked down at the boy’s bum. It was an angry red and would probably bruise. He watched Harry climb off his lap and sniffle.
“Now, come here and sit on Papa’s lap like a good girl. You’re going to blow out your candles and receive your birthday present. Then you’re going to thank me, is that clear? If you don’t, you won’t be going to Beauxbatons.”
Benoit watched the boy continue to cry. He’d never seen Harry this upset and he didn’t know why the boy was going against Mikael. The man hadn’t told him his plans for Harry’s birthday, nor what his present had been last year. Was the boy really so opposed?
“Look, now you’ve completely ruined your makeup. You’ll get another punishment for that, but not tonight. Now come here.”
Harry slowly walked to his papa.
“Good. Now take off your panties.”
Benoit watched the boy, still crying, remove the thin fabric and sit atop Mikael’s lap.
“Lift yourself up so you can blow out your candles.” The boy followed the direction. Mikael unzipped his expensive pants and took out his hard, leaking member. Then he placed his hands on Harry’s hips. He positioned the boy so that his bum was just above the man’s cockhead. Then the man began to sing into the child’s ear. “Happy Birthday to…”
Benoit understood now. Mikael was going to pull the boy down on his cock once Harry finished blowing out the candles. But wait…the boy was completely unprepared. Benoit hadn’t stretched him, or numbed his hole with his saliva…and today was the day of Harry’s checkup. Harry’s hole was very tight right now. As tight as it would be all month.
Harry’s monthly checkups are to give him his four potions. One of which is a tightening potion that tightens Harry’s anal muscles to the point where he’s basically a virgin again. He also takes a sensitivity potion to make his body more sensitive and a growth stall potion directed at his penis and testicles so they don’t grow and bigger. The last monthly potion is a puberty delay potion. This potion prevents the boy from starting puberty.
With the tightness potion and the lack of any preparation, Harry’s hole would surely tear apart if the human were to impale the boy. Is that what happened last year? Is that why he had to pick the boy up from Corin and Aldrick’s and bring him to bed? Had the boy been brutally raped without mercy as a spectacle for the perverted humans there?
Benoit was angry. He couldn’t help it. He was almost shaking with rage. It was the same. Had been the same. He couldn’t remember a time when he had been this angry. It was the same. Even then. Even then he hadn’t been angry. But now—this pitiful magic human child—brutally torn apart…
The song was over. The boy sucked in a ragged breath and closed his eyes. Benoit was across the room but his eyes tracked every detail of Harry’s face. He watched the boy give up and let the breath go. The candles were blown out. Benoit saw the despised man grip the boy’s hips tighter and pull downward.
Then the boy was pulled upward. Benoit hadn’t realized he’d moved. But the boy was out of the human’s grasp and in his instead. The boy looked at him in shock. He heard the man yell at him in surprise and anger. He held the boy to his chest and held up a finger between his eyes. The man looked at him. “Sleep,” and he was out.
Benoit could feel the boy shaking against his chest. Had he frightened him? He had moved impossibly fast. A blur. He’d jerked the boy’s body out of the man’s hands with such speed that he might have hurt him. “Are you okay, Harry?”
The boy nodded against his chest. “Benoit?”
“Yes?”
“Did you put Papa to sleep?”
“Yes.”
“He’s going to wake up…and then…and then…I don’t want…”
He doesn’t need to wake up, Benoit thought. No. He couldn’t kill this human. He was told not to interfere. He was supposed to watch. Watch and keep the human child safe. But letting the man tear apart the boy’s rectum wasn’t keeping the child safe, was it?
Benoit put the boy down. He knew he was in the wrong. He knew the mediwizards would be able to heal the boy with magic and potions. His life wasn’t in danger. Benoit wanted to sigh. He couldn’t justify killing Mikael.
He looked down at Harry. The boy’s eye-liner had run down his cheeks. “Harry?”
The boy sniffled. “Yes?”
“What Mikael was about to do—did he do that to you on your last birthday?”
The boy nodded. “It hurt.”
It was Benoit’s turn to nod. “Yes, it did.”
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