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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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When Harry reached his bed, he pulled the curtains and cast a silencing spell just as Dumbledore had ordered. All the other boys were already asleep, so he got to work. He took off all his clothes and unclasped the two straps in the back from the rest of his harness. He began slowly pulling out the large dildo. It came out with an audible pop. He froze for a second, then remembered the silencing spell he had cast. That’s right nobody could hear or see what he was doing. It was okay if he cried or made noise because of the pain. Harry got on all fours and placed the dildo at his entrance. If his Guardian were here, the man would want him to push the object in quickly and all at once. Harry decided that if he was going to do this, he needed to do it right. He took a deep breath and shoved the giant toy deep inside in in one quick thrust.
“AAAaaaaaghhh! AOow! Ow!” His little cunt really hurt. He kept the dildo like that, buried inside himself for a good few minutes. He knew that Lord Dumbledore would prefer Harry to have immediately pulled it back out and shoved it in again, but it had just hurt so much. Then he remembered the night he had tried to clean his hole- his cunt in the shower. He had used lotion to lube his finger. He slowly pulled the plug all the way out and rummaged in his nightstand until he found the lotion. He ended up putting a lot on the dildo. Harry got back on all fours and placed the now lubed dildo at his entrance and pushed hard. It went in a lot easier but it still hurt. He pulled it almost all the way out and shoved it quickly back in. He was crying the whole time, but he knew he was doing it right. After a while he found his prostate. He kept pushing the dildo against it with every thrust until his clit ached against the cage. He was no longer crying. It hurt a lot, but also felt good. He knew that if his clit wasn’t caged, he may have cum by now. He looked over at the clock. It was five minutes past when he was supposed to stop. Harry thrust a few more times, then pushed the dildo all the way in and did up the clasps on the straps so that his harness was once more keeping the large object inside him.
The boy knew what came next. He had been dreading this part. He turned over so that he was lying on his back, his clit was still aching with need. He tentatively put his hand down there and massaged his balls a bit, which were still sore from getting kneed in the groin. He took his other hand and held his balls in place. The hand that had been massaging himself formed itself to get ready to flick. Harry closed his eyes and took three deep breaths before… FLICK!
“AAAAAAAaaaaaaahhhah! AAaaaooooo! Ow!” he sobbed. He knew he had two more flicks to give himself, but he just cupped his balls and cried for a few minutes. His clit no longer strained against its cage.
After a few minutes he did it again. With tears streaming down his cheeks and with shaking hands he flicked himself for the second time. It hurt more than the first. Harry screamed and cried openly for five minutes.
After that time he did it again. He put part of his pillow in his mouth and Flick! He bit down hard and cried for another long while. He looked down at himself. His balls were swollen and purple again. They throbbed painfully. Harry had no idea what this had to do with being a Poof and he hated it the most out of anything he was forced to do. He really, really hoped he didn’t have to do this every day after tomorrow. How wrong he was. Harry put his pajamas on, took his potion, and went to bed, blissfully unaware that he had had an audience.
Dumbledore came hard in his bed when he saw the young Boy-Who-Lived flick his own precious ballsack for the third time. Earlier that day, when children were in classes, he had set up magical surveillance in the child’s room. He could tune-in to watch the boy in Gryffindor tower whenever he wanted. Tonight he was able to watch quite the show. The old man looked down at his member and wished Harry were here so that the boy could clean the cum off his cock. He sighed and cast a cleaning charm on himself. Eventually he wouldn’t need to. He would have the boy in his bed to take care of such things.
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Harry woke up with a start and checked his clock. He had only a few minutes to get to class. He had already missed breakfast so he quickly got dressed and used the common room bathroom. Harry had been so worried that he wasn’t going to be able to make it to a bathroom the night before that he completely forgot about the other restriction period. His Guardian had said that he could only pee two times a day. After breakfast and during his nightly training with Lord Dumbledore. But he didn’t have his training today; he had to go to detention. So when exactly was he going to be able to pee? He needed to ask the man during lunch.
When lunch finally came, he quickly made his way to the staff table and stood before his guardian, head down and cheeks pink with embarrassment, and whispered, “Headmaster, can I ask you a question in private?”
From the corner of Harry’s eye, he could see Snape’s eyebrow arch slightly as he watched.
“Of course, my boy” The man said, getting up from his seat and walking with the boy out a side door, into a small room used for meetings. Once in the room, Dumbledore cast a powerful locking charm and silencing spell. Then he said simply, and not too friendly, “Strip”.
“What? Sir I-“
“Remember, what I told you to do if you ever had a moment of privacy today? Now go on, take off your clothes and play with yourself. You can tell me whatever you wish as you do”
Harry took off his clothes and stood in the small meeting room completely naked. “Play with myself, sir?”
“Thrust the dildo in and out. You can also pull on your piercings and your nipple weights” After a minute of non-motion, Dumbledore said, “go on then”.
Harry undid the straps of his harness and began pulling the dildo out of him. When it was most of the way out, he pushed it back in quickly, trying not to scream. He repeated the motion again and again. He tugged on the piercing on his left nipple and pulled a little. It felt a little good. He pulled on the other one. Then he tried to pull the one in his clit, but that one still hurt. He kept thrusting the dildo while he experimented pulling the weights.
“What did you want to ask me?”
“O-oh, umm…y-you –Ah! Said that I-I could pee after O-Ow! I come see you in the evenings, b-but AAaah! I-I have d-detention- mmhh, with Professor Ssssssnape Ah! Sir” Harry got out thrusting the dildo brutally into himself to please his Guardian.
“You will simply ask to use the bathroom during your detention”
“But he won’t let me!”
“You don’t know that Harry, give professor Snape a chance”
Harry thrust the dildo particularly hard when he heard that, “Ahhh Ow! W-what if he d-doesn’t let me?”
“You’ll just have to wait until detention is over then, won’t you?”
“N-Ah! No, I can’t wait that long!”
“You can” Dumbledore said, his tone impassive.
“Please professor” Harry started sobbing, continuing to thrust the dildo, his hand reached down to give his clit piercing a few small tugs for his Guardian.
Watching Harry play with the painful Prince Albert, Dumbledore had an idea. “If you really don’t think you can do it, I have a solution. A way to make it so you physically can’t pee until after detention”
“What is it?” Harry looked hopeful.
“I’ll give it to you during dinner, now I think you can finish up”
Harry thrust the dildo in one last time and redid the straps.
“Last night I was still punishing you a little, so after each time today, you only need to flick yourself once, alright?”
“Okay”
“…You don’t seem very grateful about it” The man noticed.
“Oh, I am sir, really. Thank you!”
“Thank you for letting me flick my balls. Say it like that” Dumbledore prick was dripping.
“But doesn’t that sound more like I want-“
“Flick your balls, then say it”
Harry stared up at his Guardian for a moment, then looked down at his balls. He reached down and grabbed them gently in one hand and flicked them with the other. He almost fell to the floor from the pain. “I-I…umm, tha-thank you for letting me flick my balls sir” he said, tears in his eyes.
“Very good, you may go. Oh and Harry, I don’t want you to wear anything under your robes for the rest of the day. It’ll make it much easier to play with yourself when you have the time. All you’ll need to do is take off the robe next time. Oh and keep the harness on of course.
“What should I do with them?” Harry said looking at his clothes on the stone floor.
Dumbledore did a quick spell and Harry’s clothes vanished from the floor, all but his robe, socks, and shoes.
Harry put the remaining clothes on and did up his robe tightly. They both left the room and went to finish dinner. Harry walked toward his friends at the Gryffindor table and Ron and Hermione asked him about his talk with the Headmaster. Harry had a seat.
“Does it have something to do with your evening meetings? Is the Headmaster teaching you some advanced defense magic? Did you have a question about it? Can you teach me?” Hermione asked, not wasting a breath.
“Umm, yeah, it’s about magic. And no, I can’t teach it to you. He says even I’m not supposed to know about it, but he still believes Voldemort is out there somewhere. He just wants me to be ready”
“Is he teaching you about the stone?”
“The stone?”
“Oh so I was in the library last night, still trying to find anything I could on Nicolas Flamel, when Ron remembered what you read off the chocolate frog card you got of Dumbledore!”
Ron looked smug. “Yeah, I got it righ’ here!” he said pulling out the card and showing Harry as most people had already left.
“See, the Philosopher’s Stone!” Hermione said whispering in Harry’s ear as they walked to their next class.
Their next class was History of Magic. Harry tried to pay attention, but he was so bored he found himself thinking of other things. He started thinking about the Philosopher’s stone, knowing that that must be what Fluffy was guarding, but the longer the class went on his thoughts changed. He thought of the dildo in his cunt, he thought of the weights on his nipples, he thought of the fact that it was very strange to sit at his desk with only the harness and his robe covering him. His clit was starting to hurt as it pressed against the cage. Harry thought that there were other things he could be doing right now, things that were more important than pretending to listen to a lecture from a ghost that wouldn’t even notice his absence. Harry’s hand shot up for the first time ever in that class.
It took a while for the ghost to notice, but when he did he called on him. “Yes?”
“May I go to the bathroom?” Harry asked.
“Yes, but don’t take too long, we’re about to go over the Goblin Wars” Binns bordely informed.
Harry got out of his seat and made his way toward the bathroom. Harry went into the handicapped stall and locked the door behind him. Then put up a silencing charm. He took off his robe, but kept his socks and shoes on. He undid the straps on his harness and began thrusting the dildo for the second time today. He played with his nipples and trapped clit while did. When he felt like he had been gone too long, he quickly flicked his balls and put his robe hack on. When he got back to the classroom it was already empty. He grabbed his bag and went to his next one.
When he reached his next class, Hermione asked where he had gone. “You were gone for twenty-five minutes!”
“Oh, um I was in the library trying to look up on the you-know what” He whispered to her.
“You shouldn’t be skipping class!” she whispered back.
“Did you find anything?” Ron added.
Hermione closed her mouth, deciding against what she had planned to say, and waited for his answer.
“No, I couldn’t. We can go back tomorrow, no wait, I can’t tomorrow. How about Sunday?” He told them.
“Mr. Potter, is there some reason you and Mr. Weasley are not paying attention to my lesson?” Professor McGonagall asked.
“Sorry Professor, I just had a question about the spell”
“Then I think it would be wiser to ask me, instead of Mr. Weasley there” She said noticing that Ron was clearly not succeeding at getting his quill to turn into a ruler.
“Uh, yeah I guess your right” Harry said, also looking at Ron, who blushed as the rest of the class giggled.
After transfiguration was Defense against the Dark Arts. Harry had excused himself during the first five minutes to use the bathroom since he already knew how to cast a jelly-legs jinx.
“Really?” Hermione whispered, disapprovingly when he got out of his seat.
“What? I really have to go this time” He whispered back.
Harry walked into the first abandoned classroom he saw, locked it, charmed it, and removed his robe. Harry thrust the dildo in and out quickly, noticing it didn’t hurt nearly as much as it did last night. I guess practice really does help. He moved the dildo as quickly as he could. He wanted to loosen his cunt enough, but he didn’t want to be in the ‘bathroom’ too long. After five minutes he flicked his balls and put his robe back on. He returned to class. After the stuttering professor dismissed the class, Harry and his friends made their way to the Great Hall. Once inside he walked straight toward Dumbledore who was waiting by the door to the small meeting room. They went inside and Harry removed his robe before being asked.
“Remember when you came on my desk and I had to clean out your naughty clit?” The man asked. Harry looked sheepish. “Now I’m going to put this inside you”
Harry looked up to see a small, thin wand-like object. It looked like the object used to clean inside his clit. Harry shivered and took a step back.
“I’m assuming you already know where this will go. If you don’t think you can hold your bladder then you have no choice but to plug it up. Come here, I’ll put it in for you”
Harry didn’t want to argue; he knew he couldn’t hold it for that long. His Guardian didn’t have to help him with this, so he was actually being really nice by giving him a away to cheat a bit. Harry stepped forward and allowed the man to unlock his cage and pull it off.
Dumbledore grasped the boy’s penis and strocked it. The man undid the straps to the boy’s harness and instructed him to play with himself. Harry reached back and thrust the large toy in and out of him quickly. The old man could tell that Harry’s hole was loosening nicely. He had probably been playing with himself quite a lot today.
“How many times have you trained yourself today?” He asked.
“U-um let’s see. Once with you at lunch…um during History of Magic, and Defence…and I guess now. Er, four times I guess”.
“You didn’t play with yourself when you woke up this morning like I asked?” Dumbledore said trying not to look pleased.
“Oh! I-I’m so sorry sir!” Harry said, thrusting the dildo inside him harder and faster to compensate while the Headmaster worked his clit. “I woke up late and had to rush to first period! I almost didn’t make it sir, I didn’t have time to use the dildo” Harry’s eyes started to water, he knew he was getting a punishment.
“Did you have time to use the loo?”
“…yes sir. I at least had time for that”
“And do you think relieving yourself is more important than loosening your tight, naughty cunt for your Guardian’s use? Poofs were made to service their Guardian’s Harry, to prepare themselves for whenever their Guardian need use of them”
“But, sir I only did what I did so that I wouldn’t go against your orders and pee myself again!”
“You shouldn’t be pissing yourself at all! You are not a three year old. You should have better control of your bodily functions by now. That time it took you to piss, could have been put to better use…training your body for me” Dumbledore let out a long sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m very disappointed in you. I guess you really do need this” He said, holding up the sound. “Your punishment will be to have this sound inside you at all times. You can have it removed by me twice a day. Once at breakfast, and again when you come see me in the evenings. As part of your punishment, I will not allow you to relieve yourself tonight. You need to wait until breakfast tomorrow”
Harry silently sobbed as his clit was stroked and he thrusted the dildo. His clit had been forcibly hard throughout their entire conversation. His Guardian stopped stroking him to dip the object in lube. He then brought it to Harry’s slit, where the piercing was, as slowly inched it inside. Harry cried loudly, but kept thrusting the dildo inside himself.
Once the sound was completely inserted, the man quickly flicked the boy’s balls. The child’s small penis deflated immediately. Dumbledore put the cage back on the boy and locked it in place. With the cage secure, the sound would not be able to come out.
Harry stopped thrusting and redid the straps to the harness. He put his robe back on and dried his eyes on his sleeve.
“Alright Harry, we still have about fifteen minutes left of dinner. I want you to come back in this room after dinner is over and train yourself some more. Then you have your detention with Professor Snape. When you get back to your dorm, train yourself for another hour, then go to sleep. I won’t be giving you dreamless sleep tonight as part of your punishment. When you wake up, train yourself for another hour, then come down to breakfast. I’ll take out the sound so you can relive yourself. After breakfast come up to my office so we can begin the day I have planned”
“Yes sir” Harry said. There were times when Harry didn’t want to be a poof, now was one of them. He liked the idea of having someone in his life who loved and protected him like a father, or grandfather in this case, but he also remembered a time when his cunt, balls, and clit didn’t hurt all the time. It had only been a week ago that Harry had found out that he was, or would be, a Poof, and yet it felt like the time when he didn’t know what his tiny pe-clit meant for him seemed so long ago. In all honestly, he loved the Headmaster. The man had really been there for him, cared for him, loved him back. He wanted to make him happy, to please him. He saved him from the Dursley’s after all and brought him to a school of magic. He wanted to be the man’s Poof. Harry knew he was just being selfish today. He should have held his bladder and trained himself like his Guardian wanted, should have been happy to do it, but his clit hurt right now, it was distorting his rose-colored vision.
Dumbledore canceled the spells he had put on the room and opened the door for his pet. The eleven year old boy stepped through and walked slowly toward his friends who were no doubt bombarding the child with question. The old man hid a smirk and seated himself at the head table next to Snape.
“Having secret meetings with the boy?” Severus asked, not loud enough for anyone but the headmaster to hear as he sat glaring at the bane of his existence.
“I’ve been trying to warn the boy about searching for the stone. I suspect he already knows far too much” The old man said low.
“I think your right about Quirell, anyway. I’ve done as you’ve asked and been watching him. There’s something not right about him…but back to Potter, I’ve noticed that he’s been going to see you in the evenings. I had to stop him in the hall one night as he was out past curfew. He told me he had just finished meeting with you. I followed him the night after, and again the night after that, and again last night…have you held meetings with him every night this week?”
Dumbledore sighed. “Yes Severus, I have.”
Severus stared at the Headmaster, waiting for him to continue. When he didn’t, Severus asked, “Why exactly?”
“You might not know this Severus, but the boy’s home life wasn’t very good. His relatives were what some might call abusive. I want to give the child what he needs in order to fulfill the prophecy…love. If I can sip tea and chat about mundane things with the boy, if I can show him that someone cares, then when the time comes when he learns of the prophecy, he may very well care back. Care enough that he helps us in this war”
“War? The war is over”
“No, Severus. I believe the war is just beginning. If we have Harry on our side, we may have victory as well. The boy has the power the Dark Lord knows not”
“So you really think the brat can defeat the Dark Lord?” Severus looked skeptical.
“Yes Severus, I do”
“And you think some kindness will have any effect?”
“It did for you. Miss Evans showed you kindness when no one else would. And look where you are now”
“I’m only in The Order for her”
“Exactly” The old man said as he got up from his seat and walked out of the hall.
Severus turned to stare at the boy again, thinking over what he had planned for the inevitable detention scheduled only an hour from now. He continued to stare as the boy went back into the small meeting room, this time the old coot didn’t meet with him. He stared for a good ten minutes until he noticed everyone had already gone from the hall. He stood up himself and made his way to his quarters.
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NOTES: I'm sorry this took so long to post. I honestly had no idea which rout I was going to take. Snape was either going to help Harry or join in on the fun. I really didn't know what he would pick when the time came. Usually when I write my fics they start as daydreams that I have. For each chapter I always have daydreams that help me write them, like (SPOILER) I've already had a daydream where, in this universe, Harry gets a tramp stamp. I don't know when this will happen however, it will fit into the story somehow. But for the detention...I knew everything up until the point where Snape catches him masturbating, yeah that's not a spoiler, it's too obvious. But my point is that I couldn't think of anything after that- will he pleasure himself with harry or will he try to save him? Snape is a very complicated person. I forced myself to try to daydream about it countless times, but came up with nothing...until a few days ago. Hell, I even know how this entire fic will end now, not that it's ending anytime soon. There might even be a sequel...maybe. Anyway, I was going to write the detention in this chapter as I now know what I'm doing, but once again, it got a bit long. So the next chapter is the detention, sorry that it'll probably be pretty short. Then the one after will be the long-anticipated Sunday.
Oh and for you guys reading my other fic, Harry's Bottle...I kinda know what's going to happen, but I didn't really feel like writing it. It's not abandoned I promise, I'll get back to writing it soon. Sorry.
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