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Dumbledore's Little Pet	By : Finnian_Siog Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 82586 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of these characters. No money/profit is being made from this story. I am not J.K. Rowling. I just like to torment Harry sometimes, I guess that's one thing we have in common.

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Harry hung his head all the way back to Lord Snape’s quarters. After they had apparated just outside the grounds of Hogwarts, Harry had to wrap himself tight in his cloak, even going so far as to wear the hood so nobody could see him. He smelled of sex and piss and looked even worse. Once the door closed, Harry fell to his knees and removed his clothing. He got into the submissive pose like a good little poof and waited.
The man sighed, looking down at the boy. Back in London he had seen the sadness and determination in his eyes. The boy wanted to prove himself, wanted to show Severus that he would give himself fully to him. Potter truly had learned his lesson. Now it was time to test his new resolve and to see how well the lesson had stuck.
“Potter,” the boy looked up at him, “go take a shower.” Severus pointed toward his bathroom. “And make sure you only use cold water,” he said, glaring at the boy.
Harry opened his mouth, but closed it again. He didn’t have permission to speak. In fact he was lucky he caught himself this time. Harry kept his head up, waiting.
“Do you have a question?”
“Sir, am I still being punished?”
“No. Cold showers are going to be a new rule.” Severus smirked. “You see Potter, I find pleasure at your expense. In other words, it makes me happy when you are uncomfortable or in pain.” He walked toward the boy and leaned in close, scrunching his nose at the smell of piss. “Your time with me will not be like your time with the Headmaster. I am not a nice, gentle man and I will not treat my property like it’s made of fine china. You are not a porcelain doll Potter. You’re just a toy for me to use at my leisure, to do with as I please. You’re my little cum dump, aren’t you?” When the boy didn’t say anything, Severus raised a brow in waiting.
“Y-yes sir.”
The man straightened himself. “I want you to use this shower to reflect on your actions. How long you stay in the stream of cold water is roughly up to you, but I want you to think really hard about whether you truly deserve to cut your shower short or stay longer than usual. As long as you clean yourself thoroughly you will not be punished for whatever you choose. Now get to it,” he said before going to his desk to mark essays.
Harry stood and made his way to the bathroom. He took off his piss and cum soaked clothes, what little there was, and turned the tap on. Only the cold tap. He just stood there for a while feeling the cold air come at him from the tub. Was he really expected to take cold showers from now on? Was this going to be all the time or only on weeks he served Lord Snape? The boy made a mental note to ask the man later. Harry took a deep breath, and stepped inside the shower, braving the freezing cold stream. The second he felt the ice-cold water on his bare back he wanted to get out. He quickly grabbed the only shampoo on the rack and washed his hair as fast as possible. When he was done he took the bar of soap and stated vigorously scrubbing himself. He started at his chest and worked his way down. He paid close, but quick attention to his genitals and even poked a soapy finger in his hole to clean in there.
When he was finally done, he grabbed at the tap, but didn’t turn it. Lord Snape obviously wanted him to stay longer. He had given Harry the choice, but it hadn't really been a choice, had it? The man said he wouldn't be punished, but...still. He wouldn't be happy. Harry didn't particularly want to make the man happy, not like Lord Dumbledore, but maybe the man wouldn't be so harsh to him if he were. He still hated Snape- no, Lord Snape. He couldn't very well like someone who hated him, but if he could please him, maybe he wouldn't hurt him so much. Harry hoped that the man had bluffed when he said he liked seeing Harry in pain. Harry took his hand off the tap and placed it around himself. He shivered as the cold water felt like icicles on his back.
Harry assumed he had been in the shower for about ten minutes. He told himself he would get out in five more; that should please his guardian. Lord Snape had told him to use this time to think about his actions. Harry already knew he had been in the wrong. He shouldn't have denied his guardian the use of his body, especially his asshole, but to force him to be used by those dirty men? He didn't deserv- Harry could start to feel his eyes filling up with tears. If it had been Lord Dumbledore who he had refused, Harry knew that he would have been prepared to receive any punishment the man chose. He loved Dumbledore that much, and to hurt him that way...just thinking about it made Harry want to punish himself. He didn't feel that way toward Lord Snape. The man was horrible to him. More so than any of the other students...but did that mean he shouldn't accept the man's punishment? Harry felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. The cold water was still pelting him, forcing him to curl up, kneeling on the tub floor, holding himself against the cold.
Then he remembered the thoughts he had in the alley. He had felt so lucky that Lord Snape was one of his guardians. What would have happened to him had some filthy wizard, like those homeless men, found out he was a poof? Or Voldemort? The man would probably use him to satisfy himself, and then kill him. Lord Snape wasn't as bad as all that. Sure the man hated him, but he somehow knew he wouldn't kill him. And he was clean, except for his greasy hair. At least his cock was well taken care of. His tears finally dropped. He had been so stupid; he was a poof, an object, property now. He was made to serve. And he hadn't. He hadn't serviced one of the men who were saving him from Voldemort. And the man, his guardian, had punished him. And not with some cruel torture like the crutacious. The punishment had fit the crime. He was being taught a lesson, so this wouldn't happen again.
Harry stood up and faced the freezing stream. He did deserve this. He had been bad. His guardian had already punished him, but now it was his turn. Lord Snape had given him the opportunity to punish himself. Harry stayed under the stream.
Severus looked up at the clock. The boy had been in the shower for over twenty-five minutes now. The man knew the boy would make the decision to stay, the foolish Gryffindor. It wasn't going to change the way he treated Potter, if that's what the boy thought. His real goal was to make the boy more pliant and more reflective. He wanted Potter to want to be punished, not hate him for it (though he hated the boy). He heard a creek and looked up to find Potter walking toward him, naked, his face tear-stained. He knelt down before him in the submissive pose, head up.
"A question?" Severus asked.
"Yes, sir."
"Go ahead then, ask."
"Would you like to fuck my hole sir?" he asked. He couldn't look up at the man, so he stared at the man's dragon-hide boots.
"Are you trying to insult me, Potter?" The boy looked up so quickly the man was surprised he didn’t get whiplash.
"No, sir! I wouldn't-"
"So you didn't just offer me that dirty little hole of yours? The one that's been fucked by those grotesque heathens?"
"Sir?"
"Where you trying to infect me then? Hate your potions master that much, do you?"
"Infect?"
"Those bugs they gave you. They were taking about STD's, diseases. You want my cock to touch such filth?"
"They gave me diseases?" Harry didn't know what to say, what to think "But then why didn't you stop them?"
"Because, you useless cunt, it was a punishment! If you didn't want to be fucked by my large, clean cock, then you could learn what your other options were. If you want to be serviced by someone other than myself and the Headmaster, then by all means, become the bug-riddled toilet that you oh so desire."
"No, I don't want that. Please, please I just want to be your poof, you and Lord Dumbledore's." Harry looked in the man's eyes. "Am I going to be okay? Is the disease serious? Do I need to go to the hospital?"
"Well, first we should do a test to see what you have. Hold on a moment," he said as he went to his cabinet and pulled out a vial. He walked back to the boy, told him to stand, and cast a revealing spell. It would only work with the potion created to detect STD's. He had the boy drink it and watched as specks of color were appearing over the boy's body. He saw blue, red, orange, and teal. Severus was surprised; the boy had four different STD's in his system. The likelihood that they all came from that one man who originally intended on sitting out was laughable. It seemed like a few others had not been so moral. Severus suspected the ringleader probably had a couple...but it didn't matter. Sexually Transmitted Diseases are not as big of a deal in the wizarding world as in the muggle world. STD's can become a very serious problem for wizards if they go unnoticed for a significant amount of time, but if you feel the symptoms and suspect that you have them, if you go see a mediwitch, they can be completely removed from your system with a simple potion.
Severus got two potions from his cabinet and brought them over to the boy. "You have four diseases. The blue specks you see indicate Gonorrhea. The teal shows Hepatitis B. The orange is Chlamydia. And the red is HIV, this one is the most serious as it develops into AIDS; It's deadly." Severus watched as the blood drained from Potter's face.
"A-am I okay?"
"Did you not hear me Potter? You most certainly are not okay."
"What can we do?" Harry started breathing heavily. He felt light-headed. He felt like there wasn't enough air in the room. What did he just hear? He had a disease. No. Four. He had four diseases. One was dead- he forced himself to breath. One was deadly. He could die. He could die. “I- I don't want to die,” he said. Oh god. Oh god no. Harry felt the floor start to move under him as his vision became darker at the corners. He felt in front of him. Lord Snape's trouser leg. He was trying to breath. Tears were spilling over. He let out a small whine.
Severus watched the boy as he began having a panic attack. He liked seeing Potter in pain, but he knew he shouldn't push the boy too far. “There’s treatment. Take this,” he said giving the shaking boy one of the vials.
Harry grasped the vial with the hand that was not currently clinging to the man’s leg and drank it. “Am I all better now?” Harry pleaded.
“The potion destroys the chlamydia, gonorrhea, and Hepatitis B from your system, but only treats the symptoms of HIV,” he lied. The truth is the potion takes a full twenty-four hours to work and it removes all STD’s from the system.
“What about the other potion?”
“This potion,” Severus began, “is very important. You must take this potion four times a day. Every morning when you wake up, and every night before you go to bed. You must also take it before lunch and before dinner. This is for the HIV. While on the potion, the disease will not be contagious and it will slowly rid your body of it.”
Harry took a breath of relief. “So I’m not going to die?”
“Not so long as you take the potion regularly.”
“For how long?”
“Months possibly. I’ll run a diagnostic test every now and then to see how your body is progressing. Any more questions?”
Harry thought for a moment, “Will it hurt, the potion I mean. You know, when it cures my body?”
“It won’t hurt you, in fact you won’t feel anything. It will be as though nothing were in your system to begin with.”
Harry relaxed fully. He had felt so shocked when he’d heard of the diseases. And he did still have one inside him, but he would be cured in time. Lord Snape had known this when he let those men touch him. He hadn’t let them do any permanent damage, it was all just part of his punishment. As long as he drank the potion four times a day he’d be fine. ‘The bugs’, as the men had so nonchalantly called them, wouldn’t be something that Harry would have to live with for the rest of his life, thankfully.
Severus gave the boy the vial and told him he would give him more tomorrow morning. The man smiled on the inside. The potion was definitely not a cure for HIV. The first potion the boy drank had already ridded him of that. It wasn’t a placebo though either. In fact Potter had already drunk this potion before. It was the aphrodisiac potion. It would keep the boy almost constantly hard all day with a small respite at night. The boy would have sex on his mind almost all the time. He knew the boy wouldn’t be able to concentrate throughout his classes, but Severus didn’t particularly care if the boy grew up with a limited understanding of magic. As long as the boy learned how to please him, and that’s all he really needed. Why fill his head with facts on the Goblin Wars or the floating charm if all he’s going to amount to is Severus’s own personal fucktoy?
The man hoped that in a month or so the boy would be so sex-obsessed that he could take him off the potion and he would remain hard the majority of the time. He wanted to begin introducing everyday objects and words that would subliminally make the boy think of sex…and Severus.
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NOTES:
First of all, do you guys realize that only a week has gone by in this fic? This story is so slow paced! Don’t worry it’ll pick up in the next chapter!
Also, if you guys like my fics I just want to let you know about an erotic short story I just wrote. This oneshot will not be posted on AFF so if you want more info on it I encourage you to visit my site: https://finniansiog.home.blog/ or email me at f.siog@outlook.com for more details regarding where you can read it.
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