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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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WARNING: There will be scat to come. A little in this chapter, then more later on. This chapter also includes sounding so if that isn't your thing you can skip it or stop reading here.
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Once Harry was in the bathroom, the Headmaster told him to kneel on the tiled floor. When he did, the Headmaster also got on his knees. He spread Harry’s cheeks with his hands and peered at Harry’s little hole, which was tightly shut despite yesterday’s cleaning and this morning’s attempt.
“Did you use the loo before you came down here tonight?” Dumbledore asked.
“No, Sir. I didn’t have to go”
“How about now? Do you need to go now?”
“Umm, well kinda. I tried going after lunch, but nothing came out” Harry said, feeling embarrassed over the subject of the conversation.
“Hmm, you might be a little constipated. Let’s fix that, shall we?” Without waiting for a reply, Dumbledore got up and went through his cupboards. He pulled out the same enema syringe as yesterday. He filled it at the sink and returned to Harry. “Don’t worry my boy, this won’t hurt like last night. There is only water in here. I’m not cleaning you with soap today, so relax the muscles in your anus and let this in”. Dumbledore coated the tip with a little lubricant and pushed against Harry’s entrance.
Harry tried his best to relax, but the nozzle still hurt going in. Harry made a small grunt as the device was pushed inside him.
“There now, not too bad. I’m going to push the plunger now”. Dumbledore pushed down on the plunger as fast as he could and smiled to himself as his pet made a small noise of discomfort.
Water was being forced up his rectum and into his colon. There was so much that Harry felt his stomach cramping. Then the Headmaster pulled it out and inserted another one. More water. So much water. It hurt, but Harry didn’t want to complain. He was constipated and the man was trying to help.
“Very good Harry” Dumbledore said. Before he pulled the second syringe out of Harry, he coated an anal plug in lube. “I’m going to put in the same plug as last night, bear with it”. Dumbledore lied. The plug was a little bigger than the one used last night, and without preparing the boy beforehand…it was sure to sting at the very least.
It hurt. The plug was bigger than the syringe’s nozzle and Harry wanted to scream. He could feel the plug stretching his hole wider than ever at its thickest part, then it slid into place. The Headmaster got to his feet and helped Harry stand up. He looked down at himself. His belly was so big he couldn’t see his feet. The cramping in his stomach was so bad that he started to sweat.
“Now let us go back to the living room for some tea while the water in your bum does its job”
“Wait, pl-please” Harry said. He was beginning to shake. “I don’t think I can…much longer…it-“
“Harry!” Dumbledore looked stern. “I assure you that everyone does this on a daily basis. I know you too are capable of holding a little water in your stomach. It doesn’t even have any soap” He finished. Without another word he led Harry to the living room and sat in his armchair as Harry slowly positioned himself on the couch.
Harry knew he shouldn’t have said anything. Of course everyone else does this. They don’t complain, do they? Harry thought he was stronger than this. He wanted to show his favorite teacher that he wasn’t a whiny little kid, that he was able to do everything everyone else could do. Harry sat with the tea the Headmaster had given him and patiently waited through the pain. After about twenty minutes Dumbledore led Harry back into the bathroom and told him to get in the tub. Harry walked into the big empty bathtub and at the Headmaster’s command, got back down on his hands and knees.
“Alright my boy, this will be a little messy. I’m going to pull out the plug now”
Harry was grateful that the cramps were going to end.
Dumbledore took the end of the plug in his hand and pulled. Harry’s hole was so tight around the base, it didn’t want to come out. He put one hand on Harry’s cheek and the other on the plug and told Harry to relax. He pulled. He could hear the boy gasp as the plug slowly stretched the boy’s hole for a second time until the hole was hugging the thickest part of the plug. Then it came out easy. Everything came out easy. Brown water gushed from Harry’s hole along with a few logs. The boy’s face was priceless. He was red with embarrassment.
“I-I’m-“
“It’s alright Harry. This is what you’re here for”. Dumbledore took out his wand and vanished the mess. “Now, I’m afraid we’re not done quite yet. I need to make sure there is nothing left inside. Remember how I told you an enema wasn’t the only way a person could clean out their hole?” Harry nodded. “Well, I’m going to show you another way. This,” he said, getting an object from the cupboard. “is called an anal brush”. He held up a long rod with a lot of feathers at the end. It was actually a miniature feather duster for those hard to reach places, but it would work wonders as an anal toy. He hoped it would both stretch and tickle the boy’s insides.
Harry didn’t know what to think of the anal brush. He had never put anything in his hole before, would it hurt? The Headmaster told Harry to follow him to his office and get on the desk like last night. Harry positioned himself on arms and knees, placing his head on his arms. Then Dumbledore sat in his chair behind him. He put on a pair of purple surgical gloves and got out the lube. He lubed up a finger and placed it at Harry’s entrance. “I’m going to stretch you with my fingers again to get your hole ready” He said before popping a finger in. He pushed all the way in one smooth stroke. He knew it would hurt the boy a little as he had only been fingered once before, but Dumbledore wanted to quickly get him accustomed to his fingers as soon as possible so he could start really stretching Harry’s young hole. He wanted Harry to be able to take his cock one of these days. That would never happen if the kid gasped over one small finger. Dumbledore began thrusting quickly, and after a while added a second digit. Harry was wiggling around a little, not trying to dislodge the finger, but wanting to find a more comfortable position, a fool’s errand. Nothing would abate the pain he felt, well nothing but Dumbledore pulling out, but that certainly wasn’t going to happen. Dumbledore started opening and closing his fingers quickly, thrusting periodically. The boy looked like he wanted to complain again, but didn’t say a word.
Finally the Headmaster pulled out his fingers. It had hurt. Not as much as last night, as it had been his first time having somebody’s fingers inside him…and there was soap involved, but it still hurt. Then the Headmaster touched the tip of the anal brush to his hole and wiggled it up and down his crease a few times, always brushing past his sore asshole. It tickled a lot and Harry started laughing beyond his control.
“Did you enjoy that? Would you like me to tickle the inside of your hole too?” Dumbledore asked as he stopped tickling the boy’s hole.
When Harry stopped laughing the Headmaster put the head of the brush into his hole. He continued to push until it couldn’t go any farther. It went past where the fingers had. He then pulled the feathery head back, dragging the feathers against the walls of his rectum, then pushing them in again. It didn’t tickle exactly, it left him feeling a little itchy though. The brush was smaller than the Headmaster’s fingers had been, so it was odd to feel the feathers twist and brush inside him. It didn’t really hurt, just felt odd.
Dumbledore removed the brush and gave his pet one last tickle at his entrance, which caused the boy to jump a little. “Hmm, I don’t see any brown on the feathers. You’re hole is clean”.
“Umm, Sir? I uh…my asshole, it feels kinda itchy on the inside. If you could maybe put just one finger inside?” Harry tried asking, overcome with embarrassment. The Headmaster just said his hole was clean. Why would he want to put his fingers in Harry if he didn’t need to?
“Well, I don’t think my fingers are long enough to reach all the way where it itches, but I do know something that can. I’ve been meaning to stretch your asshole a little further anyway to make these cleaning sessions less painful for you in the future. Wait here while I go get something”.
He just had to open his mouth. Now the Headmaster was going to stretch out his asshole some more. The object was going to be thicker and longer than the man’s fingers. Great.
After rummaging around in the cupboard, Dumbledore pulled out a long black vibrator. It wasn’t phallic shaped as he didn’t want the boy finding out too much too soon. It was slim and had a tapered end so he could ease it into Harry’s hole. It was about as thick as three of his fingers and as long as a regular dildo. He went back to his office and showed Harry the toy. “This can reach deep inside of you and stretch your hole a bit more. Have you ever seen one of these before?”
Harry nodded. He had. He had found one in his aunt’s bedside table when he’d been cleaning. He hadn’t known what it was at the time. She probably used it to stretch her hole so she could clean it every day. Uncle Vernon probably had one too, and Dudley. Now it was his turn. He was a little worried about the size, but felt a little better that this wasn’t entirely foreign to him.
“Do you know what it’s called?”
“No, Sir” Harry shook his head.
“We call this device a vibrator. Very similar to a dildo, but not quite”
“What’s a dil- um dildo?” Harry said the word for the first time.
“It’s shaped a little differently, but does the same thing. Now let us begin” Dumbledore walked around Harry to his backside. He put a copious amount of lube on the toy and on the boy’s hole and pushed. The head of the device slowly went in, stretching the further it went, until it reached the end of the tapered part, connecting it to the rest. Now it was as thick as it was going to get. It was as thick as the biggest part of the anal plug that had been inside the boy earlier. Harry’s mouth was wide open. No sound was coming out. “I know you’re in pain Harry, but I’m going to need to start moving it further in now. Remember, everyone does this and you’ll get used to it soon”
It hurt, it hurt, it hurt! It was big and only a little bit of it was inside. Harry looked over his shoulder as tears welled up in his eyes. How could people do this all the time? Oh right, they started stretching their holes a long time ago. Probably when they were babies. Why didn’t his aunt and uncle ever clean out his hole when he was little? Probably the same reason they let him sleep under the stairs. Now he was paying for their choices…but wait, what had Dumbledore told him? That he should have known better. That he should have realized that he needs to clean his hole every day. This wasn’t his relatives’ fault. It was his. He was in pain right now because of his own stupid mistake. He had no one else to blame, so he tried to keep quiet and not scream.
Dumbledore took his time pushing the toy inside the boy. When it was all the way in, he set it to vibrate.
Suddenly something was happening to Harry’s hole. It felt really weird. It still hurt, but now there was another feeling. Kinda like tickling but not really. His insides were moving, were vibrating. It felt alive, his walls were tingling, but also in pain. Like the aftereffects of a pinch or something.
The old man began slowly thrusting the toy in and out of the vibrating hole, aiming directly for the boy’s prostate. When he hit it the boy jerked and made a noise. He could still see signs of pain on the boy’s face, but there was also something else. Every time he hit the boy’s prostate, he saw pleasure. This is exactly what Dumbledore wanted. He wanted his pet to be in pain, but he wanted the boy to want to be in pain. A vibrator too big for him and a constant tingling thrust to his prostate was exactly the way to go. Dumbledore made a silent vow that he would never let the boy, his pet, feel pleasure without at least some pain ever again. It was a package deal. If Harry wanted to feel good, he would first have to feel pain, someday the child would beg for pain, just so he could feel good. Eventually the pain itself would feel good. The old man couldn’t wait.
As he kept thrusting at the boy’s prostate faster and faster, the boy shivered and came. He hadn’t even noticed the moment when the boy got hard, too lost in his thoughts. Cum leaked form the boy’s small dicklet and the Headmaster had an idea.
Harry. Was. Mortified. He had felt so, so…it was so intense that he actually peed. He peed on his favorite teacher’s desk. On the Headmaster- no, on his Guardian’s desk! How could he have done that. Tears ran down his cheeks and he wanted to apologize. What if the man was angry with him? Who wouldn’t be? What if- what if he refused to be his Guardian now? What if someone else found out about the size of his penis? What if they took advantage of him? What if it was Malfoy, or Snape, or Voldemort himself? . Suddenly the toy was pulled out and Harry gave an involuntary “Ow!”.
“Are you alright Harry?” Dumbledore asked.
“Ye- umm, Professor I’m sorry! I really didn’t mean to pee all over your desk, it was an accident! I’ll clean it up, I swear, and I’ll never do it again! I really shouldn’t have, I don’t know why I did, honest!” The apology came tumbling out of the young boy’s mouth.
“You’re right. You should not have done that” Dumbledore said as sternly as he could. “But, Harry you are also wrong. Look again, does that look like pee to you?”
Harry looked under himself at the whitish liquid on the Headmaster’s desk. His pee had never been white before. Was he sick? No the Headmaster said it wasn’t pee, so- “What is it, Sir?”
“Cum”. At the confusion on Harry’s face Dumbledore elaborated. “Cum is what comes out of a penis when that penis is erect and feeling good. It’s also what makes babies. If a man comes inside a woman’s vagina, babies are made”.
Harry was still confused. Had he felt so good that he…came? He still remembered feeling pain. His hole was still throbbing from it. But sometimes when his prostate was hit…it did feel good. Weird. But then why would it be bad? Oh he probably wasn’t supposed to do it on the man’s desk or maybe because of the babies. Was he wasting his cum? Harry had to ask. “Sir? Are people only supposed to come when they’re making babies?”
“No, men can come whenever they want, as long as they aren’t breaking any laws like public nudity, rape, and other things. Most men even come every morning during their shower and before their cleaning”. Harry looked back down at the desk. “No, I’m not mad because it’s on the desk. It can be quickly cleaned off. However it would be better not to make such messes. I think you are forgetting something very important. Remember Harry, poofs like you are seen as women. In the old days you wouldn’t be allowed to come at all. In fact your balls would probably have been removed”. The boy winced. “Today, well,” Dumbledore sighed looking down at Harry’s small member and trying to look disappointed. “Poofs are only allowed to come if their Guardians give them permission beforehand. Some poofs are only allowed to come once a month. I’ve heard of one Guardian who didn’t let his poof come more than once every three years and only on the poof’s birthday”.
“But it feels so good!” Harry chimed in.
“Yes well, I think I’m going to be generous with you. For now, how does once a week sound?” Dumbledore was going to gradually let the boy come less and less until he was only coming about once a month, like his made-up story. He wanted to direct Harry’s pleasure more toward pain than actual pleasure.
“Now let’s clean up this little mess so we can begin your punishment”.
“Punishment?”
“Oh yes my pet, you came without my permission and on my desk no less. This calls for quite a severe punishment. It’ll help you to remember that you’re soon to become my poof”. Dumbledore let slip a small smile. But first we need to clean your hole”.
“But we already did that” Harry asked. The Headmaster repositioned him so that he was sitting on the edge of the desk.
“We cleaned out your asshole Harry, but now you’ve made a mess of your other hole. We need to clean that now too. Poofs need to clean out their peephole every time they come. I’m not going to lie to you by saying it won’t hurt, but it is necessary. Wait right here”. Dumbledore left the room and came back a moment later with a very thin sound. He had plans to gradually introduce thicker ones in the future.
“Is that going inside my penis?” Harry had never had anything pushed inside there before and hoped it wasn’t going to hurt as much as his butt.
“Yes, but I should tell you now. You can’t refer to your penis that way. It’s far too small for anyone to call a poof’s penis such a thing. A real man’s penis is usually called a cock, which is what you need to call mine, and everyone else’s for that matter. Yours would need to be called a clit or clitty”.
“A…a clit?”
“Yes, my boy. Women have something similar to a penis, but it is very small and doesn’t produce cum, which is why poofs are only allowed to cum when their Guardian’s give them permission. Some people think they shouldn’t be allowed to cum at all. Anyway, that’s what we call that part of a woman, a clit. That’s why we call a poof’s penis a clit. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir”.
“Now try asking your question again” Dumbledore said.
“Is that thing going inside my- my clit?”
“This is called a sound,” Dumbledore showed Harry the thin wand-shaped object. “I am going to put some lube on it and very carefully work it into your little peephole. It will sting a little, but you’ll be okay”.
“Okay, Sir”. The Headmaster dipped the sound into a container of lube and brought it to Harry’s pen- clit. The man cupped the base of his clit and began to stroke his hand up and down Harry’s length.
“I need to get you hard or the sound will have a harder time going in” Dumbledore explained as he stroked the boy faster. It didn’t take long to make his pet hard and leaking. “There now, we can begin”.
Harry panted a little, feeling warm. The tip of the cold sound touched his opening and he shivered. Then pain. Harry couldn’t suppress his scream, he was not prepared for the stretching of the one place that was never meant to stretch. He instantly went soft in the Headmaster’s hand. Despite the lube, the inside of his penis was on fire. Harry moved a little on the desk trying to relieve the pain, but that only made it worse.
“Hush, it’s almost all the way in” Dumbledore said. “If you didn’t want me to clean out your peephole, then you shouldn’t have come”.
“Do- Do AAAgg, Do all people have to OW clean o-out there aaah their p-peehole after they c-AAhh cum?” Harry was openly crying now.
“No, only poofs need to clean out the inside. They could get an infection if they don’t, since their clits are so small. Real men only clean the outside. Guardians have their poofs clean the outside of their cocks after they cum”.
“H-ow, how?”
“I think I’ll show you tomorrow night, it’s getting a little late as it is and I need to give you your punishment after this”.
The headmaster pushed the sound in one last time and pulled it out. He spelled it clean and put it away. He then motioned for Harry to climb down from his desk.
“Am I going to get a spanking like last night sir?”
“No, I don’t think so. A poof needs to have three signs of ownership and I think tonight’s punishment will be to give you the first one. Go warm up in the living room while I get what we need”.
Once in the room, Harry walked over to the fireplace and sat on the couch. He was getting a little more used to sitting on furniture naked. The Headmaster came in and sat right next to him. He held two small loops that looked like earrings and a device that looked like a miniature gun.
“Am I getting my ears pierced?” Harry asked innocently.
“No, but I am going to pierce another part of you. Right here and here” Dumbledore pointed to the boy’s nipples. “This is to show that you are an owned poof”.
“Will it hurt?”
“It is your punishment Harry” The man replied. Dumbledore held the first nipple between two of his fingers and massaged it until it was a hard nub. He placed the piercing gun right up to it and pulled the trigger.
Harry was shocked but didn’t scream. It hurt, but not as much as the sound going into his clit. Harry waited patiently as the Headmaster put the small silver loop through the newly formed hole and closed it. The man then wiped a little blood away. He then repeated the process on the other nipple and it was done. The Headmaster took out his wand and cast a spell on both the rings.
“That is to make sure they don’t come off” Then he smiled at the boy. “See, it wasn’t too bad, was it?”
“No, it was okay”.
“Alright now you need to remember to keep them hidden under your clothes. I’m going to cast a spell that makes them invisible to anyone but us, but you can’t let people touch your chest or they’ll find out. I would think that might be a tad embarrassing for you, yes?” Harry nodded. Dumbledore cast the spell. “Now before you leave I’ll need to put this inside you”. Dumbledore accio’d a small anal plug. “If I am to begin your training to become my poof you will need to start wearing this at all times”.
“Why do I need to wear the plug when I’m not being cleaned?”
“This serves a few different purposes. First, it will help to stretch out your hole so that cleaning it will become easier. It will also limit the times in which you go to the bathroom. I think we should take it out once a day when you come see me in the evenings. This will be hard on you at first. I’m well aware that your body will be unhappy with this new restriction, but this way we’ll only need to clean your hole once a day. Lastly, it’s a Guardian’s job to have complete control over their poofs bowel movements, just like the rest of them. This is a law Harry. As for peeing,” Dumbledore looked down at Harry’s small penis then back at the boy’s eyes, “I believe once after breakfast and again when you come see me each night. I won’t plug that hole, but I will cast a spell each night to see if you’ve followed my orders. Not following them will result in punishment”. Dumbledore was about to get up when an idea hit him. “Speaking of punishment, you will receive the rest of the punishment you’ve earned this evening tomorrow night”.
“What will-“
“You’ll see tomorrow. Now let’s put that plug in”.
Harry moved off the couch and got on his hands and knees on Dumbledore’s fluffy rug. The Headmaster lubed up the plug and placed it at his hole for the second time today. He gently pushed and in it went. It hurt as it stretched him, then went into place. His soon-to-be Guardian cast a spell on the plug so it couldn’t be taken out by anyone but himself. Harry wouldn’t be able to use a bathroom stall until evening tomorrow night. It was only now sinking in. How many times a day did he really use the bathroom anyway? Two maybe? Harry had never kept count before.
“Now I need to make a few preparations for tomorrow, if you would be so kind as to put your clothes back on”. The old man told him.
Harry recognized that as a dismissal. He apologized for his earlier behavior and said he’d see the man tomorrow. Harry quickly put his clothes back on, the ones still in a pile near the door, and left.
Dumbledore could not wait to introduce the youth to his new piece of clothing. He had to send for it by express owl so it would get here in time.
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Can anyone guess what the new addition to Harry's wardrobe will be? A virtual kiss to anyone who gets it right ;)
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