Harry tried futilely to shift position while he waited for the ‘guests’ to arrive. The table was hard and uncomfortable under him. Harry couldn’t see anything because of the tablecloth that was placed over him. One by one each guest came into the room. It took a whole fifteen minutes for everyone to show up. Once all the guests had greeted each other, Mikael spoke up.
“My good friend Mr. Dursley here has supplied us with something truly marvelous. I know that some of you have played with children before and for others this is your first time. I also know that most of you are here to see this particular boy and play with him in person as you have only been getting pictures of him as he greedily guzzles down the seed you have so graciously donated. Not to fear, you have all paid good money to be here today and you won’t be disappointed. Now I shall reveal him to you all.”
Harry lay there, under the sheet, thinking. So the special milk he had been drinking had come from these men? What about Mr. Mikael? Had Harry drunk his milk as well?
Suddenly the sheet that had been covering Harry was removed. Harry looked at the crowd surrounding them. There were men of all ages and types, young men in their twenties as well as old men probably in their sixties, skinny men as well as fat men. They were all staring at him.
“Mr. Mikael here was the first person to reach out to me regarding my nephew and has supplied him with the majority of the boy’s daily intake of cum. When he asked if he could buy the boy’s virginity, I turned him down. The child was young and I didn’t want to have to explain to the doctors why the freak had a tear in his rectum. After a few years of negotiations I finally agreed to his terms and sold him the child’s virginity. We agreed on a hefty sum of money and that if any damage should come to the boy, Mikael’s private doctors would fix him up, no questions asked. Mikael was the one who suggested Harry should have his first time on his tenth birthday and arranged for all of you to be here to celebrate,” Vernon finished.
Mikael looked to the crowd and added, “He still won’t sell me the boy permanently though. He’s a tough negotiator, Mr. Vernon is,” Mikael joked. At that, the man walked over to where Harry lay, stretched and restrained on the wooden table. “Would you like some of Papa’s milk little one?” He asked as he removed Harry’s ball gag.
Harry didn’t know how to respond. He was a little scared. His uncle had said things that he didn’t understand. Something was going to happen tonight and Harry had a feeling it wasn’t just drinking his special milk.
Mikael didn’t wait for an answer and undid Harry’s restraints. He held the boy in his arms and carried him to the couch. All the guests gathered round to see the show. Uncle Vernon and Dudley stood near Mikael and had the best view. Most of the guests took out their cameras to take pictures of the ten year old sissy boy. Mikael let them have their photograph session for a few minutes before he opened a box that sat to the side of the couch. Mikael got out a bib, a pacifier, a baby blanket, a disposable diaper, and baby powder. Harry had no idea these items were for him until Mikael and Uncle Vernon started taking off his pink thong. Uncle Vernon held him up while Mikael removed it. Mikael placed the blanket on the couch and the diaper on the blanket. Vernon sat Harry in the center of the diaper and Mikael powdered him up. The Frenchman put baby powder in every nook and cranny of the young boy’s bum and genitals. When he was done, he diapered him up and placed the bib around the boy’s neck. He then clipped the pacifier to the bib. It happened so quickly that Harry couldn’t fully register what was happening. He looked down at himself. He looked like a big baby. He looked at his uncle for an explanation, but the man said nothing. Mikael stepped aside for his guests to once again take pictures of the boy.
After that, he walked back up to Harry and undid his fly. “Would you like your Papa’s bottle with your special milk inside my little sissy baby boy?” He said before placing his eight inch penis at Harry’s mouth.
Harry relaxed a little. He knew this part. All he had to do was suck at the penis and drink the small amount of milk that came out. Harry stuck his tongue out and licked at the slit that was already starting to secrete some milk. It was watery milk, but it was still milk. Harry started sucking on the head. He was aware of people taking lots of pictures of him, but tried not to think about it.
“Ah, what a good boy you have here Mr. Vernon. So well behaved,” said Mikael. He looked at the crowd and could see that a lot of them had freed their erections and were palming themselves leisurely. He looked down at the boy who was now trying to deep throat him. He couldn’t manage it, no matter how many beatings the boy’s fat oaf of an uncle had given him in the past. Yes, Mikael knew the boy was abused physically as well as sexually. The boy was so skinny, so timid. He could see traces of almost-healed yellow bruises in some places on the boy’s tender skin. No doubt the ugly, fat, lump of flesh had restrained himself and ceased beating the boy into submission to allow him to heal and look presentable for tonight’s party.
How he wished he could steal the beautiful young child away from the man to keep for himself. A boy like this, a boy born with a face and body that attracts men …a boy born to drink cum, who loves the taste of cum. This boy was born to suck cock. His cute little ass was made to milk a man far bigger than he, and he was small. Even for his age, the pretty little nymph that was now fucking his mouth with a cock he could barely get his lips around had a very tiny dicklit. It’s as if the boy was meant to be a girl, but even more than that, was born with the sole purpose of servicing men. Why should some disgusting, fat, waste of space like Vernon Dursley get this angel placed on his doorstep? Yes he knew about that as well. It wasn’t fair; the boy needed someone in his life who could train his sexual side so he could fully accept who he was. Dursley is too much of a piece of filth to even acknowledge the gift he’s been given.
Mikael roughly clenched his fists in the boy’s hair, fueled by anger and jealousy, and pushed and pulled the boy’s head back and forth on his large cock. They boy’s eyes teared up as his throat was filled with more cock than he had ever taken before.
Harry had trouble breathing as the Frenchman pounded his penis down his throat. It also made him gag. But at last the man pulled almost all the way out so that the tip rested on Harry’s tongue. The man stilled, shivered, and came. Harry could taste the sweet and bitter milk as spurts landed on his taste buds. He swallowed, his throat sore and licked at the slit, cleaning it as it left his mouth.
Harry could see Uncle Vernon whisper something into his son’s ear. “My son will go next. He has never pleasured himself before and I want his first sexual experience to be one in which he dominates the freak so both of them can learn their place in the world. I wish for my son to always have an outlet when he needs one,” Vernon said patting his son on the back as Dudley walked over to Harry.
Dudley held out his small dick toward his cousin and whispered, “Don’t bite me or you’re going to be real, real sorry.”
Harry licked at the much smaller penis and sucked at the head like he had done with Mr. Mikael. Unlike with Mr. Mikael, Harry was able to fit all of his cousin’s small penis in his mouth without much problem. His cousin wasn’t as small as he was, but Harry was a little grateful for the small break as he coaxed his cousin to spill his seed. Too bad Dudley never did cum. After a minute of Harry’s sucking, his cousin stilled and shook, but nothing came out. His cousin pulled himself from Harry’s mouth and looked relaxed. He went back to stand next to his father. Harry thought he had wasted the effort as he didn’t get the milk he was promised.
“It may be too soon for the boy to cum, but it appears he enjoyed his dry orgasm all the same,” said Mikael. “Now my friends, you are all going to get the opportunity to use young Harry’s mouth, and once his belly is suitably full, I’ll take his virginity.” The cheers and applause from the guests were numerous and excited.
One by one the men were sucked off by the ten year old. Sometime into it Harry’s diaper and bib were removed and his cute little thong was put back on him. While one man received a blowjob, there was always a few others that played with the boy’s body. They pinched and twisted his nipples making Harry cry out around the cock that filled his mouth. They fondled his penis and balls with their hands and tongues. Some men even tried giving the boy a blowjob in return for his services. Harry would get hard, but Mikael always stopped the men before Harry could orgasm. It was unknown if the boy could cum yet, but Mikael wanted to find out that little detail later.
Mikael watched the proceedings with rapt attention. He did want to throw this party. It was mainly because he wanted the boy to understand that this was what he was designed to do. That he needed to spend his time servicing men. He did not however like a bunch of men, strangers, touching and using what he thought of as his. Sure the boy belonged to his uncle, but Mikael was sure that he wouldn’t remain so. Mikael was a very wealthy man, more so than Vernon Dursley knew, and he was prepared to pay quite a lot for Harry. He had started low. He had once asked when the child was younger to take Harry’s virginity for three thousand pounds. He thought the idiot would go for it, not knowing what Harry was really worth, but the fat lug had to grow a conscience at the time, unsure about the morality of preforming anal sex on someone that young. He bid his time. After some time he asked again, and this time going with five thousand for the child’s virginity and an additional six thousand to keep him . No go. Mikael knew he had to bring out the big guns. A year ago he told Vernon that he was going back to France soon and had a one-time offer of ten thousand for the boy’s virginity and a showing-off party. The fat, ugly, slug of a man couldn’t deny him with such a large sum of money dangling virtually in front of him. Whatever was left of his conscience went out the window. In all honesty, if the negotiations had continued, Mikael was prepared to pay close to thirty thousand for the boy’s virginity. He was excited to have gotten such a great deal. As for keeping the child, Mikael knew the price would never get this high, but from the very beginning he was willing to pay a couple million for the child slave. It wasn’t every day you found a little boy like Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, savior of the wizarding world, and a damn good cumdump at that!
Yes, all this time Mikael Marion knew exactly who young Harry was. How could he not? He grew up in a family of noble purebred wizards in Paris France. His aging father, a supreme wizarding judge for the French Ministry for Magic. He knew as much as anyone about the happenings in Brittan during the second wizarding war, how He Who Must Not Be Named was defeated by an infant by the name of Harry Potter. He may be a squib, but he knew their history.
Mikael was never able to be taught in the ways of magic and resented his family for their rather blatant treatment of him. The wizarding world didn’t even know their famous judge even had a squib son. He was kept inside, swept under the rug so to speak. He left his childhood home at the age of seventeen with only a million dollars to his name. To him, it was chump change. He moved to a rural neighborhood and had a factory built. He started a business in sexual fashion. He designed everything from nightgowns to cock rings. Everything he owned in the playroom of his British summer home was designed and produced by his company. Even the panties the boy was now wearing had the company’s ‘MM’ on its tag. After a few years his company grew so large that Mikael no longer struggled to come up with merchandise ideas, he has his employees do this for him and makes millions in profits each year. He has other vacation homes in different parts of the world, but he misses his Mansion in rural France. He only came to England this summer to take young Harry Potter home with him. He hasn’t spoken to his family since his leave either and doesn’t associate himself with the wizarding world. He does at times purchase prostitutes who happen to be wizards; no he seeks them out because they are wizards. He likes to see a person with so much power beg to suck his cock, beg him to fuck them up the ass.
That’s a major reason why the boy intrigues him so. He wants to turn the powerful hero of the wizarding world that shunned him into his own personal fuck toy. He was surprised when he found the boy’s uncle asking for copious amounts of cum over the internet to feed to his young nephew. He saw the picture of the boy and instantly recognized the lightning bolt scar. He knew he had to have him. He paid a task force of fifty employees to cum regularly to supply the boy with the majority of his cum intake. These other men were really only giving the boy less than one percent of the amount of cum he drank. The boy was practically his already.
As he watched the last few men cum down the boy’s throat or on his body, he set up the table again. This time he placed the big chocolate cake in the center. It read: ‘Happy Birthday Sissy!’. Mikael placed the ten candles on the cake, but didn’t light them. He looked over at his guests. They had all finished using the boy and were now taking pictures of the boy covered in their cum. Harry was looking at them nervously from his spot on the rug. Mikael could tell that the boy’s belly looked a little fuller.
Harry looked up at the men who had previously had their penises in his mouth. His stomach was full, and that made him happy, but he didn’t like all this attention. His uncle was staring at him like he never had before and his cousin was smirking at him. He felt sticky from all the milk all over his body and thought that they were being mean when some of the men would pull out of his mouth only to waste their milk on his nipples, face, or tummy. He swiped his hand across his chest and brought it to his mouth, licking the special milk off his fingers with his tongue. The men stroked their penises at the sight. Everyone was taking pictures of him licking the milk off each digit. Harry thought was a waste otherwise.
Just then the Frenchman came over to him and picked him up. “I think you need a bath little one. I have something very special planned for you tonight and I need you to be squeaky clean,” he said carrying him through another door that led to a big bathroom. “Now I can’t have all of you inside here,” the man said, addressing the audience, “but I do have a video camera set up in here. You’ll be able to see and hear everything that goes on from the screen out there,” he said pointing to a large monitor on the other side of the room. “Please be patient while I clean our guest of honor,” he said before closing the bathroom door.
Now it was just Mikael and Harry. The man already had the tub filled with warm water. He undid the boy’s pigtails and cleaned his face of the makeup at the sink. He told the boy to strip out of his panties. Once that was done Mikael picked the child up and deposited him in the warm water of the tub. He rolled up his sleeves and gently washed every nook and cranny of Harry’s young frame. He lovingly massaged the boy’s scalp with sweet smelling shampoos and his body with floral soaps, not as a father would, but as a lover. Mikael licked up Harry’s collar bone to his neck and left sweet little hummingbird kisses all over the child’s neck. It was cute and sensual all at once. When the fluttery kisses descended on the boy’s abdomen, Harry couldn’t help but laugh at the ticklish feeling. Then the man brought the boy’s hips out of the water and began kissing his thighs, then his teeny-weeny ball sack, then finally his penis. The kissing turned to licking and the licking to sucking. Mikael moved his lips and tongue slowly over the young flesh. He flicked the boy’s nipples with his fingers; it made the boy gasp.
He took his mouth off the boy’s growing member and kissed the boy’s lips. Mikael snaked a tongue inside the boy’s mouth, a mouth that was now having its first kiss stolen away by a monster. Mikael smiled and ended the kiss, a line of saliva lingered between them, but eventually broke, leaving Harry with a small trail of glistening wetness on his chin. The man wiped the child’s mouth with a facecloth and emptied the tub. Harry stood up and was wrapped in a fluffy white towel and dried. His hair was gently dried with a blow-dryer.
“Did you enjoy your bath little one?”
Harry didn’t know. The bath was nice, but he wasn’t sure about the…other stuff. Why had the man put his mouth on his penis? Harry didn’t think he could make milk, Dudley couldn’t even make milk. It had only made him feel weird. A good weird. And why had Mr. Mikael kissed him? It didn’t make sense.
“Why did you kiss me?” He decided to ask.
“Because I love you. I want you to be my son Harry.”
“Your son?” Harry didn’t know how to react. Did this man want to adopt him? Was that what him and Uncle Vernon had been talking about before? Harry always wanted a family who loved him. Was this man going to save him from the Dursley’s?
“Would you like that?”
“Yes” Harry said. He looked up at the Frenchman with newfound gratitude. This man was a blessing.
Mikael finished drying the boy and carried him out of the room without dressing him. All the guests turned from the large flat-screen on the wall to watch Harry exit the bathroom. It was clear that they had been masturbating to their little bath scene. Mikael looked down at the naked child. The boy’s penis was still hard from the blowjob he had received. Mikael carried Harry all the way to the large table that held the cake and placed him on the comfy seat. He then walked over to the boy’s uncle.
“One hundred thousand in cash for the boy, that is my final offer,” Mikael said to the man.
“O-one hun-hundred-“
“Thousand, yes. In cash. Will that do?”
Vernon Dursley paled. He had thought he’d heard wrong. Surely this man was not willing to pay such a large amount just to take the little freak off his hands? It was beyond tempting. It was foolish to refuse. This would pay for Dudley’s college and then some…but what would he tell Petunia? That the little freak ran away? What about those other wakadoo’s, the ones who left the boy on his doorstep? What if they came calling for him? He’d have to think of something to tell everyone because he simply could not say no to one hundred thousand pounds!
“Mr. Dursley?”
“What will I tell everyone?”
Mikael smiled. He knew he had won. “Don’t worry about that, I have friends in high places. I will arrange a little set up. You will take the boy home tomorrow, order the boy to leave the house one night while everyone is asleep and one of my men will pick him up at a designated location. He will pass him off to another one of my men just in case the boy was seen entering the car. Then he will be delivered here to me. Make sure you leave him with a copy of medical records, birth certificate, and a picture of him when he was a baby. We can talk more about this over the phone.”
Vernon nodded his head. This could work.
“So what do you think? Do you agree?”
Vernon looked down and saw the Frenchman’s hand extended out toward him. He reached out his own hand and shook the man’s. “Yes, I agree.”
Mr. Dursley quickly signed the contract that Mikael placed in front of him. The Frenchman placed one hundred thousand pounds in the man’s fat hand. And the deal was done.
Mikael turned to face the room, getting everyone’s attention. “I have an announcement. Something most joyous has just occurred. My dear friend Mr. Dursley and I have finally come to an agreement and I am now the proud owner of Harry James Potter. I guess you could say I’ve adopted him,” he said and gave a wink to a wide-eyed Harry. “And now, I would like to share with all of you, Harry’s tenth birthday party. 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.”
Mikael walked over to where Harry sat at the table. He lit the candles on the cake, picked up Harry and sat down with the naked boy on his lap. While everyone sang the birthday song for the boy, Mikael freed his hard, leaking cock from his pants and lubed it up. He didn’t want to hurt himself. He did not however lube the boy’s bole, or prepare him in any way. The child had never even had so much as a finger up his ass. He was completely and totally virginal. His hole had been untouched for ten years and it was now time for it to open. By force.
Mikael lifted the boy up so that his hole was directly above the man’s penis and gave him a hug. “I love you Harry,” he whispered in the boy’s ear. The crowd was on the last few words of the song. He could hear them sing ‘Haaaaapy Biiiiirthdaaaaay toooooo yoooooooooooou’.
Harry was so very happy. He was finally adopted. Finally saved from his relatives. He had a father who loved him. Who threw him a party. Harry could feel tears of joy well up in his eyes as he was embraced from behind. He leaned over to blow out his candles. He decided to wish for nothing. He already had everything he could ever want. He honestly couldn’t think of a single thing more.
Mikael hugged the boy tighter to him, wrapping his arms around the boy, above the hips. He watched with rapt attention as the boy blew out the candles on his cake. And just as the last candle’s flame went out, Mikael suddenly pulled Harry downward, forcefully impaling Harry’s pure, virgin hole in one swift movement, all the way to the hilt of his rather large cock.
Harry felt his body jerked downward. He thought he was falling off the chair. It happened so fast that he still had a smile on his face when his bum hit his new father’s thighs. He didn’t feel the pain till half a second later. When it came, he nearly lost consciousness. It was like white hot lightning had struck his hole and was spreading throughout his whole body. Shock after shock after shock, like a pulse. Harry screamed. He had never screamed like that before. He wasn’t in pain, he was in agony. The tears came down rapidly and he felt lightheaded. He began to hyperventilate. He couldn’t speak. He saw spots.
“Hush, it’s alright little one,” Mikael whispered in the boy’s ear. He could see that the boy was in very obvious pain. He was as rigid as a corps and his skin was pale, cold, and clammy. He had never taken a boy so young, and without any preparation…yes he had definitely torn the boy’s hole apart. If the boy didn’t receive medical attention, there would be no doubt. The child would be in very bad condition. Thank goodness he had connections for times like these. He had two men on standby in the next room.
Harry could hear a voice in his ear telling him to breath. He did what it said. He took a long breath through his nose, held it, and released it out his mouth. He kept doing it. It was calming him down, but not getting rid of the pain. He tried to speak, “W-wh-why?”
“This is part of the adoption Harry. This is how father’s show their love. I love you so very much that I’m going to put my special milk deep inside you.” Mikael looked down to see the boy’s small penis had wilted. He tried to coax it to harden, but didn’t have any luck. He kept playing with it anyway, spreading lube on his fingers and rubbing them along the shaft and swirling them around the head.
“My b-bum hu-hurts,” was all Harry managed to get out.
“I know, love. Now I’m going to have to move. It’ll be painful, but it should be over quick. Then we can end our party, alright?”
“O-okay…um-“
“Yes, son?”
“D-do all f-fathers do this with their sons?”
“Only those who love them as much as I love you. Alright, now I’m going to lift you,” he said before wrapping his arms around the boy’s thighs and lifting him up. Mikael lifted the child all the way up his cock. Only the head was left inside. It was difficult. The boy’s sphincter was like a vice, like a rubber band stretched as far as it could go, and then some.
Harry was trying to breathe properly. Being lifted back up was almost as painful as being pulled down. He started crying again.
Mikael looked down at the part of his cock that had left the boy’s hole. It was covered in blood. Blood was all over his cock and it was making its way to his balls and dripping on the cushioned chair. Mikael didn’t mind the sight; he had made children bleed before. Maybe not as much, but still. The boy would have a much easier time being fucked now; his blood would act as lubricant.
The Frenchman pulled the boy back down slowly, once more encasing his cock in the warm slippery heat of the child’s insides. He looked toward the audience. Some were taking pictures. Others were videotaping the event. He had his own camera running as well. He looked for the boy’s Uncle and found him in a chair masturbating and whispering something into his son’s ear. The chubby son was also masturbating and whatever his father was telling him, well he must have agreed because he was smirking from ear to ear.
Mikael looked down at Harry who was still wailing like an infant. He decided to do something about it. He got out the ball-gag from his coat pocket at whispered, “Little one, if you can’t be quieter I’m going to have to put this back on you.” When the boy didn’t stop, the man placed the black ball in the child’s mouth and tied the leather buckle behind his head. The boy’s noises were muffled and he could hear cheers and applause from the crowd.
“Yeah, that’s it, shut that little fuck up!” Some older man in his sixties shouted.
“Little sissy cunt can’t even take a real cock without crying!” Said another man.
“That little slut’s screams made me go soft!” Said some twenty year old with a neck beard.
“What are ya talkin’ ‘bout Paul? Ya loves it when the youngin’s wail!” Said Paul’s friend.
“Should have given the brat a binky, he sure as fuck was crying like a baby!” Said another voice in the crowd.
Mikael began lifting the boy up again and bringing him back down, quicker and quicker until the boy’s hole became almost accustomed to the extremely large intrusion. After a while Mikael wanted to try something. He lifted the boy up, then let go. Gravity did the rest. He kept this up until he came, coating the child’s insides with his sperm. Oh how he wished he could impregnate the child. He knew there were ways with magic. He would have to look into it.
He lifted the child up one final time, up and off his cock. Blood, along with pink cum quickly began running down the boy’s thighs. Mikael undid the ball-gag and took it out of Harry’s mouth.
Harry looked down at himself. He saw blood and it surprised him. He looked to his new father and said, “I think I need a band-aid.”
Mikael smiled at the boy’s innocence. “First let’s get you in a diaper.” At the look from Harry he said, “because of the blood.” Vernon helped him put the child in a diaper. Mikael cleaned and put away his manhood. Then he served the cake. Harry sat on Mikael’s lap while the man fed him.
Mikael would take a piece of cake in his hands and Harry would have to eat what was offered and lick his fingers clean. Harry didn’t mind. The cake was delicious, just as the lollipop had been. His bum was still hurting a lot, but he tried not to cry as he ate his cake.
After everyone had had a slice of cake, the party ended. The guests all started heading out, many of them giving Harry a goodbye of way of pinching his nipples, caressing his diaper clad bum, or playing with his still flaccid penis. Eventually only Mikael, Harry, Vernon, and Dudley remained in the room. Mikael thanked Vernon again for the child slave and told them there were two guest bedrooms upstairs where they could sleep.
“What about the freak?” Vernon asked.
“Oh, Harry will be staying in the medical room connected to this playroom for a bit. I have some doctors in there that will fix him up right as rain.”
“He’ll be all set for the morning?” Vernon looked skeptical.
“He sure will. All healthy, you’ll be able to take him home so we can begin our little ‘ran away from home’ plan.”
“Well, if you say so.” He still looked to be in doubt that Harry’s extensive internal injuries could heal in one night.
“Alright, well I’ll see you in the morning. If you need anything, dial one on the phone in your room and Benoit will be happy to see to your needs. If for some reason you need to contact me dial six-one-six, but really if you call Benoit he can easily get a message to me.”
Then Mikael picked up the phone in the playroom and dialed one. “Can you please escort our guests to their rooms Benoit?”
“Yes Master Mikael, I’m already by the door awaiting your order.”
“Very good.”
Then the door opened and Vernon and Dudley followed the butler out of the room. The door clicked back into place.
Mikael turned to Harry. “Alright little one, let’s get you all fixed up.” He led the boy to another door and opened it. Inside was what looked to be a rather neat hospital room. Two men in lab coats sat awaiting instruction.
Aldrick and Corin were actually mediwizards. Mikael had hired them about eight years ago, when Brittan’s Dark Lord fell. At first they didn’t want to work for a squib even though nobody else who knew of their past would hire them. They had practiced the dark arts and had supported You Know Who. Eventually they came around to the idea. I guess pride didn’t mean much in the face of a large salary.
“Is this the kid we’re supposed to fix up?” Corin asked. He had short brown hair and brown eyes, though you couldn’t see them for his large circular glasses that were so reflective they looked like mirrors. Apparently they were designed so that he could see small details if he focused on them.
“Do you see any other children running about?” Aldrick asked in a cold, but deep voice. He had long blond hair pulled back into a loose ponytail at the nape of his neck. He had small black eyes that bore into anyone he chose to look at. He was taller than Corin and had much more sophistication. He wore a suit-robe under his lab coat, and the man always appeared bored.
“Yes this is my new sla- my new son, Harry,” Mikael confirmed, pushing the boy a little into the white room. There was a steel table in the middle of the room and Mikael lifted Harry onto it. He undid the boy’s diaper and showed the mediwizards the state of the child. “Now what can you do about this?”
The two wizards stared at the dried crusty blood around the child’s broken hole.
“Well, we can heal him if that’s what you mean,” Aldrick said.
“Yeah, we’ll heal him so good you won’t even know he was fucked!” Corin laughed.
“Then I’ll leave him in your care,” he said. He turned to look at the boy sitting on the table. “Be good for the doctors, Harry,” he said and kissed the small boy on the lips. It was gentle at first, then he opened the child’s mouth and plunged his tongue inside. His tongue found Harry’s and he swirled it around the small organ, possessing it. Then he broke the kiss and left the room.
Harry felt dazzed and tired. The table was cold and he wished he had a cloth to wipe at the drool on his mouth. He ended up using his arm.
The man named Corin whistled. “Wowee, the master has really done a number on yer little cunt, eh? Sure is gaping now.”
“Clean the boy’s hole while I get the proper potions,” said Aldrick, looking in his potions cabinet.
Corin threw the diaper away and cast a charm to get rid of the dried blood.
Aldrick came back with a few potions. The first one was a pain reliever and a numbing potion. He’d rather not hear the child scream while they gave him the more painful potions. He brought it over to the boy’s mouth and simply instructed ‘drink’.
Harry didn’t really have a choice, and he knew this would help him. He took the bottle from Aldrick and drank the whole thing. It tasted awful, but it quickly got rid of his pain. He couldn’t even feel his bum anymore.
Corin fed him another potion. This would fix all the tears in his rectum. They had to give him one dose every half hour. If they gave him too much too soon, it might cause too many cells to be remade and result in a growth.
It took about three hours to completely fix the boy’s rectum, however the child still had a rather large gape. Aldrick gave the child a tightening potion. The amount he would give him would tighten up the child’s hole so much that it would be as if nothing had happened to it in the first place. He would be as tight as when he first arrived. As tight as a ten year old virgin. Aldrick didn’t know if that was Master Mikael’s intent, but it made him almost smile when he thought of the child going through all that pain again. Mikael wasn’t the only sadist in the mansion.
Corin gave the boy one final potion, a general health potion. It was full of essential vitamins and would make the boy a little healthier overall. The two mediwizards finally finished up at around six in the morning and called Benoit to escort the boy to bed.
The butler showed up in less than a minute and carried Harry out of the room bridal style, as the boy was too exhausted to walk. Corin and Aldrick had always given the man a wide berth as they agreed, probably the only thing they ever agreed on, that Benoit was beyond creepy. It probably had something to do with his heritage.
Harry however didn’t mind being carried up the stairs of the mansion by the stoic butler. He couldn’t stop yawning. It was so late. For once he had the chance to really look at the man. Benoit was very handsome, with a strong jaw and pale skin. He had long black hair that trailed to his elbows and piercing ice-blue eyes with long lashes. When the man was still he resembled a statue. There wasn’t a single blemish anywhere on his skin.
Benoit carried Harry to a small room and gracefully deposited him on the bed. He spoke in a whisper. “If for any reason you need me please dial one,” he said before shutting off the lights. Harry just stared in the man’s eyes which were staring back in his. They seemed to be glowing! Then the man stood up and left the room, never breaking eye contact until the door closed…and locked.
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