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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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Later that night Harry lay awake in bed again. It was already midnight and he couldn’t sleep. He wished he could use the Dreamless Sleep Lord Dumbledore had given him now. Everyone else was fast asleep. He could hear Ron in the bed next to his snoring away. He could even hear Seamus snoring in the furthest bed from his. He tossed and turned a few more times, bored and tired. He could feel a dull throbbing in his hole, not nearly as bad as the night before. Then he thought about the punishments he had received only a few hours ago. He thought mainly of the vibrator. It was big and long and it hurt every time it was inside him, but it also made him feel…really good. It always hit his prostate and that sent pleasure throughout his entire body.
Harry lowered his sheets; he made sure the curtains around his bed were drawn. He experimentally reached a hand down and grasped the end of his plug. He then tried to push it further inside. It moved a little, then wouldn’t go any further. He pulled it back again and pushed it in. He was trying to see if he could find his prostate. He did this for half an hour with no luck. Maybe it was further inside? Harry looked down at his pe- his clit. For a while now it had felt tingly, like it almost wanted to get hard, but harry didn’t understand why. He hadn’t found his prostate after all. Harry shifted position. He felt the sheet of his bed drag against his balls. It reminded him of when Lord Dumbledore’s robes or hands would brush up against them by accident. It felt good. His guardian hadn’t yet payed any attention to them…it was probably because he wasn’t supposed to cum. Harry felt that if they were played with, he might just have an accident and cum. But of course now he had the cage, he couldn’t cum. Harry reached another hand down and fondled his balls. He did this while he was still trying to thrust the plug in and out. This combination, even without his prostate made his penis strain against the bars of the cage so much that it hurt. Eventually it hurt so much that he needed to stop, even though it also felt so good.
Harry looked over at the clock. It read 1:22. It was time to take the potion.
Harry woke up with a start. He. Needed. To. Pee. He quickly got dressed and looked at the clock. He was already late to his first class! He rushed out the door and down the steps and when he arrived, out of breath to transfiguration, he received a detention. That was already two detentions he’d earned that week! He tried not to think about his bladder, but he couldn’t help it. He ended up messing up his spells and even Hermione couldn’t help him concentrate. Once class ended he rushed to the nearest bathroom but the stalls were all full. He tried rushing to the bathroom one floor above the one he was on, but he ran into Professor Flitwick in the halls. It just so happened he had charms class next and the Professor wanted to discuss his essay as they walked to the classroom. All through his next class he kept telling himself that he would get to pee right after class ended. Harry strained to hold it. He was pale and sweating at this point. Ron said he should probably go to the hospital wing. He ended up making it through class. On his way to the loo near his next class, potions, he ran into Malfoy. This was just not his day! Malfoy wouldn’t let him pass. He could see the distress in Harry’s eyes.
“What’s wrong Potter? Need the loo?”
“Get out of my way Malfoy!”
“Or what? You’ll piss on me?” Malfoy laughed.
Just then the bell for third period rang. Malfoy ran past Harry and into class. Harry thought about going to the loo right then and being a few minutes late for class, but he had potions next and didn’t want another detention with Snape. He begrudgingly went to class.
As Harry mixed the potion he was making, Neville poured in a beaker of Dragon saliva. Watching the clear liquid drip, drip, dripping into the cauldron made Harry almost cry. He was at his limit. His lip was sore from biting it and his muscles sore from holding his pee in. It was almost the end of the lesson though. Only ten more minutes. He felt a drop of pee escape his slit and squeezed his muscles tighter.
“Time’s up! Everyone fill a beaker with your potion, you’re going to try them. If you’ve done it right, you should feel more relaxed. Potter bring your potion up here, we’ll start with you”
Harry quickly filled a beaker with the blue potion and made his way to the front of the room.
“Drink it” came the command from Snape.
Harry chugged the horrible tasting liquid. And then it happened. He didn’t know if it was the potion relaxing his muscles or the fact that he was putting more liquid into his body, but his bladder involuntarily released. The wetness in his pants spread quickly. Pee ran down his legs onto the tiled dungeon floor, creating a yellow puddle where he stood. At first everything was quiet, then Malfoy laughed. Everyone joined in. Snape was yelling at him. His eyes blurred with tears as he took off out of the room. He was still peeing. He couldn’t stop the flow. He made it to the Headmaster’s office, Lord Dumbledore’s office. He said the password and ran up the stars. He knocked on the door and when it opened he walked inside and collapsed on the hardwood floor. Somewhere along the way he had stopped peeing, but his soaked legs and pants spread pee on the wood. Harry was on his knees sobbing with his face hidden in his hands. He didn’t look when Dumbledore closed the door. He didn’t lift his head when he heard the man leave the room, or when he returned.
“Harry,” The man tried. “get up”.
Harry didn’t look at him. He wouldn’t be able to look at anyone ever again. He had had an honest to god accident in potion’s class. He was eleven years old, not four! This shouldn’t be happening! He lowered his hands but kept his eyes closed. He wasn’t ready to see the look on the man’s face, the look of disappointment.
Pain suddenly sliced across his face so hard that he fell over. He opened his eyes and placed a hand on his burning cheek. Dumbledore was looking down at him seething with anger. He suddenly realized the man had slapped him. He had never seen the Headmaster look this way toward anyone before and it scared him.
“Get up!” Dumbledore yelled.
Harry was too scared not to obey. He shakily got to his feet.
Dumbledore looked at the boy with as much hate as he could muster. On the inside he was giddy. Harry had pissed himself in Potions class no less. The Slytherin’s were going to be merciless. He knew he had to act mean now, stern and angry. He wanted to show the boy that even though he was usually kind and accommodating he would be unforgiving of bad behavior. It was like training a dog: a bone for a job well done and a beating for pissing in the house. If he did this right, Harry would be the most well behaved, complacent little boys that would ever attend this school. If this training went well, Dumbledore knew he could further mold Harry to his liking.
Dumbledore slapped Harry hard on his other cheek, causing the boy to fall again.
“Up now Poof!”
Harry got up again.
Dumbledore could see that both of the boy’s cheeks were rosy red now. It looked like he had on blush. He boy stiffened, waiting for the next blow, but Dumbledore got out his wand and with a simple spell the boy was nude.
“You know better than to come in here without leaving your clothes at the door! And to soil my floors with your pee?! Disgusting! Are you a dog Harry?!”
The boy shook his head, frightened.
“Speak up!”
“N-no L-lord Dumbledore I’m not a dog.”
“If I didn’t plug your hole up tight would you poop all over my floor as well?”
“N-no Lord Dumbledore, I won’t…I wouldn’t-“
Dumbledore reached around the boy and gave the plug a small tug. Then he yanked it out. It came out easier than yesterday, but it still hurt.
“Hmm, I think you need a thicker plug. You’re hole has gotten use enough to this one I think”.
“No, please!”
“Harry If I tell you that you need a bigger plug, then you. Need. A bigger. Plug. You shouldn’t argue with me. I’m your guardian and I know what’s best. I’m going to open that hole of yours nice and big so I can begin training you on what it really means to be a poof”
“What does it really me-“
“I’ll save that for later. Now bend over. Here’s the lube and the new plug. I want you to lube up the plug yourself”
Harry got down on his knees and spread a lot of lube on the new, impossibly big plug. When he was done, Lord Dumbledore took it from him.
“Now spread you bum cheeks apart with your hands. Very good”.
Dumbledore kneeled behind harry and tried to work the plug inside the boy. The widest part of the plug was as thick as a normal man’s penis. His own penis was wider. This plug was two steps up from his last. He was planning on giving the boy the plug that would normally come after the one prior, but Dumbledore was starting to lose patience. He wanted to hurry the boy’s training along and relish in the sweet heat of the boy’s hole. Besides the boy would need to take this girth eventually anyway, why not now? Even though he thought that, Dumbledore was having no luck getting the widest part of the plug past the child’s sphincter. He stood up behind the boy and placed his shoe clad foot gently on the base of the plug that was sticking out of Harry’s ass. Then he pressed his foot down quickly like one would when pressing the gas pedal of a car. Harry screamed. The plug popped in.
“stand up and bend over” was the command.
Dumbledore looked at the boy’s hole. It bled a little. Dumbledore wiped the blood away with a tissue and fed the boy a healing potion.
“There now that wasn’t so bad”
Harry just sniffled.
“Harry, you need to answer me when I speak to you” He said sternly.
“Yes Lord Dumbledore. It wasn’t so bad”.
“Good. Now that that’s out of the way, why don’t we have lunch? We can eat in my rooms today, then you can go back to classes. You have two left I believe”.
“Sir, I don’t know if I can go back. Everyone saw me- saw me pee-“
“It’s alright Harry, we’ll just tell everyone you have a bladder problem and that’ll be the end of it”.
“But I don’t have a bladder problem! That’s too embarrassing!”
Harry felt another slap to his cheek. Just as painful as the others had been.
“Do. Not. Ever. Raise your voice to me. Understand?”
“Y-yes, Lord Dumbledore”
“If say I’m going to tell the school you have a problem holding in your bladder, I will. There will be no arguments”.
“Yes, sir” Harry said, eyes downcast.
Dumbledore led the boy to his table where he called for a house elf to bring them lunch. When they had eaten, the man brought Harry back to his office.
Harry’s bum was throbbing painfully. He didn’t know if he could last the whole day with a plug this big up his asshole. He knew it was because he was being punished, but it didn’t feel right. It wasn’t really his fault that he had peed himself. He wasn’t able to go earlier that day. Then he remembered the look on Lord Dumbledore’s face, the painful, stinging slaps he had received from the man. Harry had never seen him like that before. It wasn’t just that he peed his pants, he wasn’t able to follow a simple order from his guardian. This was his fault. He should have woken up earlier instead of sleeping in. He should have raised his hand and asked to be excused from class so he could use the bathroom. So what if it was embarrassing. At least then he wouldn’t have gone against his guardian, the very person who was trying to save him from his fate.
“Harry, I want you here as soon as your last class of the day ends. You’ll be eating dinner in my rooms”
“…okay Lord Dumbledore”
“Now go on” he said, holding the door open for the child.
Harry hurried to his next class anxious that the whole school now knows he peed himself in Snape’s class.
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Later that day, Harry stood in Lord Dumbledore’s office, having already removed his clothes, and waited patiently for the man to acknowledge him.
Dumbledore looked up from the papers on his desk and ordered, “Turn around and bend over”. The boy quickly complied. “I’m not going to allow you to pee tonight, you’ve pissed enough earlier I would say. I’m going to have you wait for after breakfast tomorrow”.
Harry wanted to say something, complain that he had already had lunch and would be having dinner too. How could he wait that long to use the bathroom? But he kept silent. He was already scared of the punishment he would receive from earlier, he didn’t want it to be worse.
“How’s your little asshole doing? Is the new plug alright? Does it hurt?”
“I-it, it hurts sir. I wasn’t able to concentrate much today”.
Dumbledore walked around the desk, behind Harry, and placed his hands on Harry’s round cheeks. He spread them and looked at Harry’s tight sphincter practically convulsing around the large plug two sizes too big. The man stood up and urged Harry to turn around and face him. “I think tonight is the night I tell you the real reason I’ve been giving you bigger and bigger plugs. You need to start mentally preparing yourself for what’s to come”
“The real reason? I thought you were stretching my hole so that it doesn’t hurt to clean?”
“And does your hole still hurt when we clean it out?”
“Er…not my hole, my stomach. Only when my stomach is full of water” Harry answered.
“You see? Your hole has already been trained to easily fit the nozzle of the syringe so we can clean your hole. So then, why do you think I’ve been stretching your hole further?”
“I thought maybe…because of the other ways to clean my hole?”
“No, that’s not it. Try again”
Harry thought for a while. If his hole wasn’t being stretched so it wouldn’t hurt during his cleaning then was it being stretched so it wouldn’t hurt for something else? Or was it something simpler? Was it the sign of a poof to have a stretched hole? He decided to go with that. He asked Lord Dumbledore.
When Dumbledore heard the boy’s answer he laughed. “That’s a good guess Harry. It’s even partially true. But why do you think poofs need to have stretched holes? Remember poofs are seen as women. What is something woman have that men don’t? What do poofs need in order to be women?”
“Breasts?”
Dumbledore tried to hold back a chuckle. “We’ll get back to that one later. Here let me show you something” Dumbledore open his desk drawer and pulled out a peach skin-colored dildo. It even had veins and balls at the bottom. He brought it over to Harry so he could see. “I’m not going to put the vibrator inside you tonight. We’ll use this dildo instead. Remember that I told you dildos were like vibrators, but looked different? What does it look like?”
Harry knew what the object looked like but he still didn’t fully understand what it meant. “It looks like a penis”.
“Exactly. I’m going to put this penis-shaped object inside your little hole, so I can stretch you even more. So I can prepare your hole better. Do you understand now?” Dumbledore could tell that the gears were moving, but harry was still too immature to put two and two together. “What do women have that men don’t Harry? What do men do with woman? Why were boys turned into poofs in the first place? Come on, my boy, I know you know this”.
Harry thought back to his muggle health class. The class about...then it clicked. Harry cleared his throat, “Are you going to put your peni-cock in my bum?”
The man smiled. “Yes, Harry”
“But I can’t make babies” Harry stared up at the man, confused.
“People don’t have sex only to make babies. They have sex to feel good. Doesn’t it feel good when you cum? That’s why poofs were made. There weren’t enough women to make men feel good, so they needed to turn boys who resembled woman, those with tiny little clits, into poofs so they could make men feel good. I’m going to be teaching you a few new words. Do you know that a woman’s hole, the one before the asshole is called her vagina?
Harry nodded. “That’s where she makes babies”.
“Yes exactly. But when it’s used for a man’s pleasure it’s called something else. Either a pussy or a cunt, I personally prefer the word cunt, myself. Anyway, that’s what we call a poof’s asshole. From now on, when you talk about your hole, you need to call it a pussy or a cunt. Alright Harry?”
It was a lot to take it. His body was made to…to make people feel good. To make his guardian feel good. His hole was now a cunt. He’d heard those two words before. Sometimes the older kids would use them. He once heard a seventh year ask his friend who he thought had the best pussy, out of the witches in their year. He also heard a boy call another boy a cunt, harshly. It turned into a fistfight. Harry thought the words were bad words, even though he hadn’t known what they meant.
“So you said the plug hurts?” Dumbledore asked.
“Yes sir, my…my cunt has been throbbing since lunch. I don’t know how your big cock will ever fit inside my pussy sir”. Harry was worried. If this plug was giving him a hard time, he couldn’t even imagine the Headmaster’s rather large girth fitting inside.
Dumbledore’s cock hardened in his robes at the words that tumbled through the eleven year old’s lips. He was pleased that it had been him to dirty the boy’s vocabulary, to get him to say phrases that were ever so lecherous. He decided to teach him another word. “Fuck” Dumbledore said. “That’s what it’s called when a penis goes inside a cunt. I’m preparing your hole so that I can more easily fuck you. The act of having sex is called fucking. Say it”
Harry had definitely heard that word. The worst word of all. He had no idea it was about sex. “Fuck” He said, it was almost a whisper. Then he said it louder, “Fuck”.
“Very good”. Let’s start your punishment, and then we’ll have dinner.
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NOTES: Sorry that this chapter is a little short, but if I had kept going through the punishment, it would have been way too long. Sorry for the long wait, I appreciate your patience.
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