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Doctor Who?	By : SaitouLover Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 141773 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does (lucky lucky woman). This story is written not for profit but for the enjoyment of the readers and reviewers.

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Alright,

So, here’s the deal. One of my longest running bffs and I were in a perverted truth or dare game and I chose dare (I should have known better). Anyway, her dare was for me to write one of the most horribly filthy and perverted stories possible based off of several things:
1. A story in honor of LovelyPair2’s writing style
2. Images by P. L. Nunn
  1. Medical overtone
  2. Medical restraints
  3. Modified straightjacket
(The artist has asked to keep their work protected and I respect their wishes in this matter. If you are interested, their website is below)

http://bishonenworks.com/cart/main/index.php?mode=catalogue&select=Doujinshi&filter=all
1. Specific kinks
  1. Very, very, VERY, wrong Snape
  2. NonCon
  3. Minor2
  4. Fingering
  5. Humil
  6. Toys
  7. Tort
  8. Scat
  9. Enemas
Just a warning and note to readers so you know ahead of time. If this is not for you, please do not flame. I have not had a flame problem and I would have been cautious about posting this, but it IS for a dare. Let it not be said that I don’t keep my word.

Now if you excuse me… I’m off to bleach my brain.

SaitouLover

Post Script (8/2/2012)~~ As of right now, I am not considering a sequel. It is not something I can see myself continuing. However, I might change my mind down the road, I just don't know. I am focusing on my other HP story 'Care' right now. I would like to get that done before thinking about anything else new.

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It was just after Saturday breakfast when Snape laid Harry’s limp body down on the examination bed gently. The boy looked up at him with terror-filled eyes and Snape admonished him gently as he arranged the spell-slackened limbs.

“You’ve been a bad boy, Harry, avoiding Madame Pomfrey like you have, so I will be the one to give you your examination.”

He removed Harry’s clothing piece by piece and could see the horror rising up in the frozen boy. When he was completely naked, Snape took the clothing and placed them onto Harry’s stomach before vanishing them.

“You won’t need these anymore, Harry. We’ll get you more appropriate clothing after your exam.”

Snape lifted the stirrups and placed Harry’s thighs in them. He strapped the boy to the metal with leather bindings and pulled Harry’s arms up and bound them to the bed’s metal frame. He lifted the back of the bed so Harry was reclined slightly and then reached onto one of the numerous tray s that he had lined up for Harry’s appointment.

“The infirmary’s noise policy should be respected, so I’m going to give you something to suck on that will help keep you occupied. You’ll be too busy to make much sound.”

Snape lifted the gag from the tray and showed it to Harry. The gag cock was seven inches long and three wide and it was black and impressive. He opened the boy’s jaw and began to guide it into the lush mouth and back further. He felt feeble resistance but easily forced the rubber gag past and it slid to rest in Harry’s throat. The boy’s neck was swollen with the girth and Harry’s jaw was wedged open as far as possible, his pale lips stretched around the rubber. Snape massaged Harry’s throat and forced the last two inches down and fastened the straps around the back of the boy’s head, stepping back to smile at Harry sweetly.

“There, don’t you feel better already? You should, I know you like to have something your mouth; Ginerva Weasley’s tits to be precise. Now, it’s very important that we check every part of you, so I’m going to shave you in order to see your beautiful skin. Is that alright with you Harry?” He paused and then nodded. “Good! I’m glad you agree.”

He wheeled the tray with the necessary items over and started on Harry’s chest. He worked the shaving cream into a lather and spread it over the boy. He picked up one of the razors and began to methodically shave the chest hair, working his way downwards to the triangle of black fur above the groin. Snape applied more cream around the base of the smaller cock and balls, then slowly dragged the razor across the hair and watched as it was cut away. The testicles were trimmed expertly and he took his time with the petite prick, massaging it as he did so. Snape cleaned the razor and walked around to stand in between Harry’s thighs.

“I’m going to shave around your pucker now, Harry. I want you to stay absolutely still. Can you do that for me?”

He waited for an immobile Harry to do the impossible and shake his head but when he didn’t, the potions master pushed the stirrups apart. Harry’s thighs extended and Snape pushed them upwards, locking them place. Harry’s pucker was exposed and Snape coated the damp and smooth skin around it with shaving cream. He carefully navigated the crevices, careful not to miss a single short hair. The rear was pushed upwards so Snape could shave further back and the boy was bent nearly in half. He lowered the Gryffindor back down but kept his thighs spread wide, hole in easy view.

He reached back onto the tray and lifted the jar of oil that rested there. He unscrewed the cap and dipped his fingers into the cool thick solution. It glistened in the sunlight when his hand withdrew and he heard a slight gasp from the gagged boy on the bed. Snape glanced up at Harry. The boy’s eyes were even wider, his temples shiny with tears.

“Now, now, Mr. Potter. None of that. You’ve been an exceptionally bad boy, insulting both Madame Pomfrey and the Headmaster by ignoring your check-ups. Your own actions have caused this. It is your own fault. Now you’re going to have to be a big boy and accept the consequences.”

He placed the open jar on the bed between Harry’s spread thighs and ran a wet finger around the lax and cleanly shaven hole. It quivered slightly but the spell keeping Harry limp did its job well. He gently pushed a finger past the ring of muscle and slipped it inside of the helpless boy. He rocked it back and forth a dozen times before adding a second. After a minute of the intrusion, Snape pulled the fingers out and held them up so both he and Harry could see the muck coating them.

“Absolutely filthy. You’re exceptionally dirty on the inside, Harry. It’s clear that you don’t wash yourself like you should, I’m very disappointed in you. I’m going to have to note down on your chart that you’ll need assistance in cleaning yourself on a regular basis.”

He disinfected his fingers as a basin floated over to the bed and luke-warm water filled it. He pulled a vial from his inner pockets and dumped the contents into the basin, stirring the water with his wand. When it had turned a dull purple he withdrew his wand, cleaned it, and dipped a washcloth into the bowl. It moved to rest against Harry’s opening and he began to push it into the boy’s passage with shallow penetrations. Snape moved the washcloth deeper and deeper until the whole thing was nearly disappearing each stroke. He wrung it out, rewet it, and repeated the process. After the cloth cleaned as deeply as possible, Snape set it aside and lifted a soft seven inch brush. He soaked it in the solution and inserted it into Harry. The boy whined but could nothing as Snape began to clean his rectum further.

It was only after the brush returned clean that Snape set it aside and re-oiled all four of his digits. One by one, he pushed them into Harry until they sunk into the filthy boy easily. When Harry’s channel was well oiled, he withdrew and spelled his hand clean, ignoring the small stifled grunts of panic. A large black plug was lubed and Snape pressed it against the stretched pucker, but even with the muscle relaxant spell and the previous stretching, the ring of muscles was too tight to allow the head of the plug through easily. Snape pushed against the plug and then forced it past the ring. Harry gurgled a scream as he felt his anus widen to allow the massive object accommodations inside of him and he cried harder.

Snape pushed against the flat base of the plug until it was wedged completely inside of the boy, the wide head now acting as a stud’s knot, sealing the boy’s rectum closed. The ring of muscle contracted back around the rear of the bulb and it nestled into the notch that was between the rubber head and base. He felt around the edges and adjusted it until it lay flat against the boy’s perineum. From another tray, Snape gathered a long hose and began to coat it in the oil. The first slickened foot was inserted into the base’s opening and snaked up into Harry’s bowels. The older man oiled the tube as necessary and gently guided it through Harry’s insides until it reached the small intestine. The hose hesitated before narrowing and then winding up through that as well. It stopped when there was ten feet of thin rubber inside of Harry and Snape hummed in approval.

“Now, I know you can take more but since this is your first check-up we’ll only extend the hose ten feet.” Harry whimpered. “Because you have not been taking care of yourself, you’re digestive track is completely blocked by muck and feces. That is why you’re so thin, because your small intestine can’t absorb the nutrients your body needs. Don’t worry though, we’re going to clean you out and then make sure it doesn’t happen again. A proper diet and regular routine is all you need for this particular difficulty.”

Harry closed his eyes and sobbed against the gag as best he could. Snape filled a two-quart bag half full of warm water before attaching it to the extra hose. The clear liquid flowed down the tubing and into the plug, twisting its way up Harry’s intestines. Snape transfigured a chair and sat down to read a journal as he waited for the bag to begin empting. After several long minutes he looked up at panicked noises and noticed the boy’s stomach begin to expand.

The bag emptied in fifteen minutes, filling the boy’s deep intestines with water and giving him the appearance of a small beer-gut. He placed his book down and stood to inspect Harry’s stomach. It was slightly distended and he pressed against it to feel where exactly the water rested in the boy. When he determined that it was safe to continue, he refilled the bag and continued the enema. Harry’s eyes were wide in horror as Snape stood beside him, caressing his swollen stomach lovingly.

“That’s a good boy. We’ll need to make sure that every part of your intestines has water in it. Once that happens, we’ll let it sit for a bit so it can do its job, and then I’ll help you expel all that nastiness inside of you. I’m not going to lie, it will be messy, but you’ll feel so much better.”

When the bag was empty again Snape sat back in the chair and gazed at Harry’s engorged middle. He could not see the beautiful face over the stomach but knew that it was panicked and pained. He waved his wand and the immobility spell over Harry dispersed. The boy immediately gagged on the thick rubber cock in his throat and Snape smiled as he heard the pale throat work to swallow it. When he couldn’t relax around it, Harry was forced to accustom himself to it. The boy’s sobs were gurgled and his chest heaved under them. Snape watched him struggle, his belly jiggling with the water sloshing inside of it.

Another wave of his wand and a magical clock appeared in Harry’s view, counting down from an hour. The potions journal was picked back up and Snape found his place in the text. The man read contentedly as Harry jerked and sloshed and moaned and sobbed on the bed, his big belly squished between his chest and spread thighs.

When the hour was done, Harry had given up and lay still on the bed. Snape pocketed his book and stood to inspect the boy. When he stepped into view, the green tear-filled eyes tracked his movements tiredly. Cool hands were laid against the swollen flesh and he pressed repeatedly to ensure no damage beside stretch marks had occurred. When none was obvious to him, Snape hummed once in pleasure and stroked the large belly contentedly. He pulled another jar off a tray and uncapped it, scooping a dollop of lotion up and smearing it onto the stretch marks that had appeared.

“This will make sure that when you expel the water, the marks do not remain behind.”

The lotion was absorbed into the taut skin and the jar set down on the tray before Snape immobilized Harry once again.

“Now, I will take you into the bathroom and help you release the water and waste inside of you. It will be quite embarrassing but it must be done, I’m afraid.”

Snape pulled out the hose and undid the restraints before levitating Harry off the bed, directing him into the bathroom that had been modified especially for his needs. The potions master hovered him over the toilet chair and gently lowered him down, careful about not hitting the plug against the rim of the seat.

The chair was wide, one and one-half times the length of a normal chair. The seat had a hole cut into it and a large metal pot was slid through and it rested an inch off the ground. Harry blushed as he felt the wooden donut seat spread his cheeks and air blow against his plugged hole. Snape stepped forward and bound his thighs to the wide legs and his wrists to the chair’s arms. He lifted Harry’s balls and prick out of the pot and placed a washcloth underneath them, to protect his genitals from the space between the rim of the container and his groin.

“This chair is spelled to charm away odor but I am going to leave the sound. You’ve been naughty, letting yourself get so dirty, and you deserve this punishment.” With that the older man stepped back, released Harry from the spell, and vanished the plug.

Harry screamed as best he could around the rubber cock as he felt the water and feces rush out of him uncontrollably. The loosened clumps of shit clanged into the pot and the hot liquid gushed horribly, rebounding off the metal bottom and sides, clinging to skin. He cried in pain as larger and larger pieces of fecal matter exploded out of his spasming hole, occasionally getting stuck before the buildup of water in his insides forced them painfully out.

The worst thing was the effect it had on his body. His prick began to twitch and then jump until it was standing completely upright, the head leaking pearly white pre-come. It felt wrong to have an erection while he was shitting and Harry blushed in shame.

The humiliating release of his bowels continued for over ten minutes, slowing to diarrhetic spurts in the end. The boy’s head was bowed as far as possible with the thick protrusion down his throat and he was sobbing uncontrollably. Snape allowed him to cry for a minute but didn’t let the tears get to him.

“You’re not done, Harry.” Harry jerked his head up and whined. “Look at your belly. It’s still full. You need to work as much out on your own before I help you with the rest.”

The boy shook his head rapidly but Snape nodded firmly.

“Yes. You will stay in that chair until you behave like a good boy and do as you’re told.”

Harry wept for several minutes but eventually gave in to his professor. Snape heard liquid shit enter the pot as the boy worked his muscles, squeezing and contracting, until the clumpy water left the boy in a steady flow. It lasted a few minutes before sputtering out once again and Snape knew Harry would need help with the rest. He bent down and rested a hand on the Gryffindor’s stomach and the other on his lower back and pushed up and in firmly. The short teenager tried to jerk away but he didn’t allow it and continued to push. The remainder of the muck spurted out of the boy and Snape reached over and turned the tear stained face to him.

“There, it’s all gone. I bet you feel better already, hm, Harry? Yes, of course you do. You feel nice and light, maybe a little empty too? Don’t worry about that right now. Now, let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

Harry jerked and yanked against his bindings but Snape spelled him still again. The man freed the teenager and levitated him stomach down onto the nearby table. He spread the cream legs and, with a soaked hand towel, began to wipe the mess off the soft cheeks and thighs. When the skin was clean and disinfected, Snape moved Harry’s legs underneath him, pushing is ass up in the air. In a fresh bowl he mixed water and a half-dozen potions.

“I’m going to clean again, Harry. I’m also going to give you several potions that will help. Several are solutions that will deliver concentrated doses of the vitamins and nutrients that your body has been missing. Another will increase your appetite. A fourth will increase your body’s rate of absorption so you will gain more from whatever you eat. This way it will be easier for you to gain weight. By the end of the year you’ll have gained at least twenty pounds.” Harry’s eyes closed in dismay. “The fifth forces your digestive track to create the bacteria it needs to break down the food you eat. A large portion of it was dispelled with the rest of the muck. You should be able to eat solid food by Tuesday. The last potion is a bit different. I will not be explaining its functions, however, as you will no doubt realize what it does.”

He dipped the sponge-like brush into the tainted water and began to carefully scrub Harry’s insides, mindful of the bare lining. The sponge was squeezed by the contracting anal muscles and the potions and water filled the channel. Snape withdrew the brush and soaked it again, repeating the process until two-thirds of the potions were absorbed by the defenseless passageway. Snape summoned a long nozzle syringe from the cupboard and filled it with another vial of the last potion. He inserted the five inch rubber needle into the abused bum in front of him and worked the sponge up into Harry’s depths behind it. He pressed on the plunger and the concentrated stimulant flooded the boy’s colon. The sponge was methodically pulled and pushed, coating Harry’s walls with the potion, and Snape watched for signs of it taking effect.

The first part of the potion was a relaxant, Harry’s body would begin to feel sluggish and it would be difficult for the boy to lift his arms or upper body. The second half was what Snape was truly waiting for however. The newly cleansed intestines would absorb the stimulant and become highly sensitive. The walls would begin to contract at the slightest provocation and Snape knew Harry would quickly be excited to have something up inside him.

When he thought the potion had activated Snape pulled the sponge out of the boy and set it aside. He cancelled the spell and was rewarded as his patient stayed completely complacent. The naked body was light in his arms as he carried it back out into the infirmary and he placed Harry onto the bed, easily refitting the restraints around his legs but leaving his upper body free.

He spread Harry’s thighs again and leaned forward to lick at the clean hole. Harry stiffened slightly but couldn’t pull away so Snape chose to take that as encouragement. He pressed closer and flicked his tongue over and over the twitching pucker, reveling in the boy’s stifled grunts. After several flicks the pink invader wormed its way inside and Harry squealed.

Snape didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the boy’s bound thighs as leverage and began tongue-fucking the pick pucker viciously, stabbing the sensitive walls again and again. The small prick began to rise and harden, praising Snape’s efforts. Harry squealed and attempted to buck, but his body felt too heavy and so he was forced to take Snape tongue inside his writhing ass.

After several minutes of Snape’s abuse, Harry orgasmed. His professor withdrew but licked him once more before pulling away completely, the ring’s pleading twitch pleasing him. He rolled another tray over to the bed and picked up a long dildo.

“Now that you’re clean, we can begin your examination.” He oiled the object in his hand and spread Harry’s hole, pushing it in easily. “We’ll test your reflexes first.”

The dildo rocked itself in and out of the boy, a steady rhythm that soon had the child sobbing on the bed and trying to force the smooth instrument deeper. Snape watched as Harry’s ass clamped down on the plastic toy, the seizing muscle forced open by the penetration and squeezing closed at the withdraw. The sweet boy rocked his hips and tears fell constantly, shame warring with arousal. Snape pulled the plastic toy out of the teen and was pleased to see the ass shove itself down, trying to follow the object than had been in it.

“You like that, Harry? Yes, I can see that you clearly do. That’s perfectly normal. Your reflexes are regular so I’ll jot that down and then we’ll move onto the next test.” He wrote on Harry’s chart and then oiled a thick plug. He pressed it into Harry and it entered with a loud pop. The teen bucked a bit and his throat worked, swallowing convulsively. “We need to measure how far you can stretch.”

He waved his wand and the plug commenced to slowly widen. Harry began to moan, his rectum stretching open as the plug expanded within it. Snape watched the progression carefully, ready to stop the plug if it went too far. He halted its growth when he noticed signs of stress and rubbed the boy’s quivering stomach.

“You’re doing well, Harry. I have to let the plug sit for a minute to make sure you can’t stretch any further.”

He waited a few minutes, idly stroking Harry’s stomach and hair, the boy moaning and trying to pull away from his hand. Snape checked the plug and noticed the slight give to the muscles. He widened the it and Harry grunted in pain. He waited another minute and when there was no relaxing, he tapped the plug’s base and a shimmering ‘3.5’ hovered.

“Not bad. Not bad at all, Harry. Three and a half is a decent measurement. We’ll work on that a bit so by next check up you’ll reach four.” He marked the width on the chart and slowly deflated the plug for removal. “Now we’ll test for sensitivity.”

He ran his hands over Harry’s body, circling his nipples until they were little peaks. Harry’s thighs quivered when fingers caressed the soft skin joining groin to thigh and the soft prick twitched as he massaged it. Snape pinched the raised nipples and the boy yelped in pain. He bent down and sucked gently, the abused nubs reddening like cherries.

Harry groaned as his potions master suckled his at his chest and he felt his hips gyrate of their own accord. He closed his eyes in shame when heat stirred in his prick and the little appendage began to rise once again. Snape’s continuous assault on his nipples was taking its toll and soon all he could do was groan at the feel of lips and tongue messaging and sucking.

Snape slowed his movements and raised his head off the delicious pebbles, watching Harry groan in protest and he felt a flash of arousal bolt through him. He flicked the red points once and then bent forward to place a kiss upon the boy’s forehead. Harry’s arms twitched and Snape knew the potion was wearing off. He lifted the boy’s arms and bound them to the headboard in a kind manner.

“You’re doing wonderful, Harry. I know it’s hard, but you’re being such a good little boy, behaving for your checkup. Now, I have to take some basic measurements, so hold still for me.”

He cast several spells in succession. On the chart, Harry’s weight appeared, followed by his height and last , his age. He completed a deep scan of the green eyes and committed the prescription to paper. Snape called in the house elf responsible for watching Harry and asked it questions that had the young man in question grunting in outrage.

What does he like to eat? Drink? How much outdoor physical activity does he get? How long does he sleep at night? How often are his nightmares? What are his hygiene and dental care routines? Does he masturbate? How often? Does he participate in sexual intercourse? With whom and how often?

Snape thanked the elf and sent it on its way. He turned back to Harry and saw the indignation in green eyes.

“Do not give me that look, young man. You would lie to me if I gave you the chance.” He looked over the information for errors and set the chart down. “Are you thirsty, Harry?”

The question threw the Gryffindor but, seeing a way to get rid of the thing in his throat, nodded that he was. Snape turned his back to Harry, blocking the tray he was working over, and picked up a hollow gag. He unscrewed the base to fill it with cool water and a strong stomach-settler before he tightened it back. The gag was fitted into a strap and left on the table while he turned back to the boy on the bed and reached around to undo the bindings of the rubber cock. A graceful hand rested on the mouth guard and he ran his hand through Harry’s jet black locks.

“I am going to remove this but you need to keep your throat relaxed. Can you do that?” Harry nodded as best he could and Snape slowly worked the object out of his throat. When it was freed Harry began coughing roughly, his throat dry and hurting.

“Please.” The boy’s voice cracked as tears spilled down his cheeks. “Please stop. I’ll do anything. Let me go. Please! I won’t tell anyone about this, Professor. I won’t tell any…mphmph.”

Harry’s pleadings were cut off as Snape slid the new, water-filled, gag into his student’s open mouth. He pushed it against the swollen lips and fastened the bindings. The thing in his mouth rested at the back of his mouth, touching the far wall. Harry sobbed around the object and then sputtered as the pressure on the dildo forced cold water out of the slit and down his parched throat.

He worked his mouth, trying to accustom himself to the intrusion. He realized that when he accidently sucked on it, water spurted out. His stomach rolled as comprehension took hold. Snape wanted him to nurse on it as if it were a real cock. When he did, then the cock would squirt water like it were cum. He felt nauseous for a few moments but his stomach soon forcibly calmed. Potion stained hands ran through his hair and Harry looked up at him with dawning revulsion.

“I see you understand. Not a wonder when I know how bright you really are. A shame that it’s wasted like it is.” He fingered the gag. “With your intestinal lining as bare as it is, you can only consume liquids. Anything hard will be painful to pass, so you’ll wear this to make sure you don’t have any solids.”

Harry’s eyes widened and he gurgled as the prick shot more water into his mouth. Snape stroked the boy’s neck and helped him swallow his drink.

“I’ll be sure to let the staff know. They’ll be understanding, I’m sure. If not, then I’ll simply pull you from classes until you’re healed. A little bed rest can only help.” He spelled Harry immobile and undid his restraints. “Just a few more tests and then we’ll be done with your checkup. After that, we’ll go over the results and I’ll make any necessary decisions.”

He turned Harry over onto his stomach and brought the boy up onto his knees. He lowered the stirrups and summoned a restraint from the nightstand. He attached it over the mattress, running flat, and five inches parallel from the bottom. There were four cuffs connected to the wide band, five inches apart.

Snape locked Harry’s ankles into the two outer cuffs and reached forward to snake the boy’s arms under him, running them between the thighs and securing them inside the two inner cuffs. Harry’s bum was up in the air, his arms stretched under him, his back bowed downwards, and his head resting on his jaw. He released the spell and the child began to grunt in pain from the position. The potions master lowered the bed and messaged Harry’s ass, waiting for him to adjust to the pull in his muscles. Harry’s position was uncomfortable and it forced him to place pressure on the dildo in his mouth. Tears formed and the Gryffindor couldn’t stop them from falling onto the sheets directly below him.

After Harry had been bound in that arrangement for five minutes, Snape reached over for the oil. He greased his fingers and then spread the cheeks in front of him. Harry gasped at the slick intrusion but could nothing as Snape speared him open and worked his ass until it was eating all four of his fingers effortlessly.

Harry heard the soft swish of the man’s robes and the distinctive click of a belt and he screamed in terror and denial. He tried to thrash but the restraints made any real movement impossible. He heard Snape moving and a wet gliding sound and Harry realized that it was the potion master rubbing oil onto his dick. He clamped his eyes closed and his breathing quickened and he screamed again as he felt the man’s hands on his ass.

Snape spread the boy again and lined his impressive erection up with the pink pucker. The boy’s hole spasmed and clenched shut but he had stretched the child enough that the panicking wouldn’t keep him out of that luscious channel. He nudged the head of his cock up against its target and another muffled scream echoed across the infirmary.

The boy’s anus was slowly pushed open by his penetration. The muscles, already weak from the widening all that morning, gave in and molded around his large prick. Harry shrieked below him as he slowly infiltrated the warm passage, walls clamping down against the flesh. Snape grunted at the tight heat enveloping the first two inches of his cock but forced himself to keep a slow and even breach. The boy was sobbing under him but he ignored it as more and more of his member eased inside the ass.

Snape grunted when he was balls deep in the boy and ignored the muffled screams as he began to piston in and out of the moist channel wrapped around him. Harry gurgled as water shot down his throat on every thrust in and he was soon forced to choose between swallowing the liquid and crying out. Snape hummed in satisfaction when he noticed Harry helplessly sucking as the prick and began to ride the boy in earnest, thrusting his cock into him and making the passage constrict around him.

Harry’s eyes were squeezed shut as Snape raped him, the man’s large cock never faltering in its plundering of his virgin ass. Tears fell constantly but the sounds he made were wet, muffled murmurs as he was forced to suckle the cock in his mouth. The potions master picked of speed and Harry gasped as best he could when the older man pulled against something inside of him.

Snape noticed the sound and smirked, bending over with arms on either side of Harry’s back to gain leverage. He angled his prick so its head would drag against the boy’s prostate and groaned appreciatively as the young cock rose once again at the stimulation. He felt Harry’s channel spasm and knew that the potion was overriding the fear and panic the boy was feeling.

True enough, after only a few minutes the boy was choking on the rubber prick and trying to push back against Snape’s thick cock as it hammered into him. The boy’s member bounced against his stomach as the older man’s balls slapped against his ass and he, much to his growing horror, began to moan like a wanton little tramp.

“Yes.” Snape hissed out between thrusts, his hands moving to grip Harry’s hips. “Just like that. Oh, such a good little boy, Harry. So well...” a thrust “…behaved. You like this, don’t you?... Don’t deny it, it’s obvious… squealing like a piglet… You’re a pretty slut, a wonderful… ugh… a wonderful whore. Aren’t you, Harry?... Yes, you are, shoving your professor’s cock up your arse… such a… such a naughty boy.”

Snape rammed into Harry’s limited thrusts backwards and snarled as he felt his climax approach. He reached down and began to stroke the boy’s cock, pulling it in tandem with his drives up. Harry moaned and wept, shame and arousal making it impossible to think about anything other than his potions master’s cock spearing him open.

“God, you’re perfect like this. So… responsive… You love this. You love… having my… cock in you.” He tugged harder and Harry wailed around the object in his mouth, spurting over Snape’s hand and the bed. Snape doubled over onto his elbows and increased the speed of his penetrations, the man’s groin grinding into his ass. The boy’s passage continued to spasm and he couldn’t help but try to rock backwards into the intrusion. “Yes. That’s it… Take it. Be a good boy and… take it, Harry.”

Snape felt his balls tighten and rammed up into Harry, slamming home as his orgasm reached its peak. He groaned as he felt his cum shoot into the boy’s channel and coat its bare walls, staining them with his claim. He reached down and massaged his testicles, forcing as much semen into Harry as possible before he was spent.

When it was over, he pushed up and rested on his hands, breathing harshly as he observed the back of the boy rise and fall just as rapidly. Snape watched Harry as his semen began to interact with the aphrodisiac in the boy’s ass and counteract its effects. He smirked as the boy started to come to his senses and wiggle around the cock still firmly lodged in his tender and sore bum. The potions master ground his groin against the soft cheeks and the softening prick scraped against sensitive inner-walls.

Harry shrieked, the potion completely nullified now, and tried to twist away from his tormenter. Snape grabbed hold of the youth’s lithe waist and pulled him up and back against him, holding him to his body and making them fit like puzzle pieces. He felt the warm slide of his own cum against his encased flesh and stifled a moan. Harry pulled at his restraints and Snape knew that the boy would hurt himself soon if he wasn’t stopped.

He sighed but withdrew in one smooth motion. The gorgeous ass seized as it was emptied, seed trickling out of the stretched and reddened hole. Snape quickly reached over to a tray and picked up a plug, coating it in the oil before pushing it into Harry. The boy screamed and sobbed as best he could, but Snape paid him no mind as he enlarged the object. He soaked a washcloth and wiped away the oil and cum on Harry’s ass and then laid it aside in favor of picking up the boy’s chart. Various notes were made to the remainder of the parchment and he put it aside after the final scrape of quill.

The spaces around the bed and bathroom were cleaned of any mess before Snape returned to Harry’s bedside. Once again, the boy was immobilized and the potions master reached over to the last tray and withdrew one of the two items on it. He opened the clasps and lowered it to Harry’s scrotum. The leather bands were fastened around the sack, one strip forcing the testicles apart so they lay on either side and the other tightened around the base, keeping it securely bound. He then placed his wand tip to the restraint and the closings disappeared, forming one continuous prison that Harry couldn’t undo.

The second item was lifted and he tugged at the cord that was tied to its end before clipping it to the ring that was attached to the binding around the boy’s balls. When it was securely fastened, Snape methodically lubricated the toy before pulling the plug out of Harry and quickly sliding the long strand of thick beads up inside of him. He pushed until they were completely encased in the channel, disappearing past the abused pucker so that the cord was the only thing keeping them from sinking any further. He returned the plug back to its new home and patted the Gryffindor’s ass, pleased with Harry’s good behavior.

Harry moaned at the full feeling of whatever was inside of him and he felt a hand on his rear. He heard Snape move to the side and after a few moments, the man entered his field of vision with a goblet. The potions master tilted his head up and unscrewed the lid of the dildo in Harry’s mouth. Without removing the object, the older man lifted a goblet to the now empty space and poured a new liquid inside. Harry smelled pumpkin and closed his eyes in misery as his favorite drink hit his tongue. Snape screwed the lid back on and ran a hand through the messy black hair.

“For being such a good boy.” He praised Harry gently. Harry sobbed as one of his only true joys was sullied; he would never be able to drink pumpkin juice again.

Snape opened the nightstand and withdrew the clothes that he had placed there earlier. He settled them on a near-by chair and carefully undid Harry’s restraints. When the boy was free of the bindings, Snape levitated him up off the bed. The boy’s body hung limp in the air, arms dangling downwards, and he picked up the new pair of pants that he chosen for Harry to wear. The black cotton chaps slid up the pale creamy legs and fastened around the thin waist, leaving Harry’s groin and ass exposed.

He then maneuvered the altered green straightjacket over Harry’s head and slid the boy’s arms through the sleeves. The Gryffindor was lowered back down and Snape pulled the two long pieces of cloth that incased Harry’s arms around to the back so it appeared that the boy was hugging himself. Snape reached down and pushed the legs under their owner so he could guide the small cock through the jacket’s opening that had been specifically created for it.

When that was done, he tugged the narrowing front cloth over the boy’s bound testicles and dragged it up through his legs. The fabric was pulled tightly until it spread Harry’s cheeks like a taught thong and Snape held onto the doubled over leather strap as, one by one, he pulled the sleeves through the loop. He closed the bindings on the sleeves, locking them into a comfortable, long-term, position for Harry and then attached the ring on the end of the loop to its proper fixture directly above the sleeves.

The potions master stood back to admire Harry’s new outfit and idly ran his hands over the spread cheeks, the plug just visible. He tried to wedge a finger in between the skin and cloth at the boy’s lower back, looking for slack, and he hummed, pleased, when there was none. Harry was turned over and a black leather cord was tied loosely around the head of his cock. Snape attached it to a small ring on the front of the jacket, making the boy’s cock stand straight up for all to see.

The straightjacket’s chest was rearranged until Harry’s nipples could be seen through the two tiny holes there. He rubbed at them until they were erect and popped through the openings and he flicked them several times before withdrawing a box from a robe pocket. Snape waved his wand and a blindfold appeared over Harry’s eyes, scaring the boy even further. He heard the lid flick open and a muttered spell before Snape’s hand returned to play with one of his nipples. The potions master squeezed it and then a sharp, hot, excruciating pain hit him, and he screamed but could do nothing as the sting eventually dulled to a throbbing ache.

Tears poured out his covered eyes and he sobbed against the rubber cock and pumpkin juice filling his mouth. He began to choke on the liquid and was forced to swallow several times before it was manageable once again. Snape stroked his stomach soothingly but Harry wanted nothing to do with the man above him. His sobs renewed as his other nipple was fondled and the bud stiffened into a hard peak. An identical hurt was administered and the blindfold quickly became saturated with his tears.

Snape rubbed his stomach and sides, caressed his hair, and whispered soothing words to him and Harry was forced to feel and listen until the throbbing dulled into a stinging ache. The man’s hands left him but returned shortly with purpose. Something large attached itself to each of his buds and they clamped down, making him shriek as another bout of blinding pain assaulted him.

After several minutes of loud weeping, Harry eventually calmed down and he could breathe properly once again. Snape reached up and slid the covering off his eyes and Harry blinked at the bright light of the infirmary. The potion stained hands caressed his belly and Harry looked down at his chest, to see what the man had done to him. When he understood what it was he was seeing, he shrieked and tried to fight the spell holding him motionless.

Two realistic, dark silver snake heads were where his nipples should be. The pebbles were pushed through holes in the back of the jewelry and Harry realized that metal bars were piercing his raised nipples to keep the heads attached. To his dismay, he could feel another bar descending downwards from the back of the closed mouth and lock around the perpendicular piercing on either side of the flesh inside of the head. Snape ran a finger over both jewelry pieces and smirked as Harry’s wide eyes filled with tears.

“Now that you’re dressed…” the older man pulled a chair up to the side of the bed and Harry’s chart floated over to him. Snape gracefully slid into the seat and rested back. He crossed a leg over his other knee and balanced the chart on top of it. He ran his wand down the parchment and hummed thoughtfully.

“You’re underweight, not that we didn’t know that, malnourished, and your eyesight is deplorable. You’re temperamental and hormonal. All these things can be fixed with long-term potions, which we will start you on immediately. The potions already in your system are only some of the ones you will be taking.

“Also, the behavior that the house-elf has explained to me is quite upsetting. You aren’t sleeping and when you do, it’s full of nightmares. I’ll give you potions to help regulate your sleep and we’ll work on treating your nightmares through therapy. Talking about them will help. Mitzy also says that you masturbate an average of thrice weekly and have participated in sexual intercourse no less than eight times this year alone, most of those encounters with Ginerva Weasley. That is unacceptable. You should not be participating in unsupervised premarital fornication. Because you are already sexually active, that deplorable behavior cannot be stopped, but I promise you that it will be curbed and overseen. Rest assured I will be speaking with the Headmaster during your afternoon nap about taking custodianship over you.”

Harry whimpered but Snape ignored his distress. The potions master vanished Harry’s file to his year’s drawer, with a side note appearing on Poppy’s desk for her to look it over, and he levitated Harry’s body up off the bed.

“Now, because of the many potion treatments that need to be administered and your deviant behavior as well, you will be living in my quarters, full time, from this day forward. But because you are a student, you cannot have a house affiliation due to conflict of interest. You are a Gryffindor while I am head of Slytherin. So you will be removed from the Gryffindor roster and placed on the fifth, neutral one. It’s better that way; you wouldn’t have been allowed to play Quidditch anyhow.”

Tears ran down Harry’s cheeks in a steady flow as the man spoke indifferently about ruining his life. He absently mindedly sucked on the dildo in his mouth and swallowed the juice as it flooded over his tongue. Snape pocketed Harry’s wand and conjured a stretcher to place his patient on. The boy lay laxly on it, his prick exposed to anyone’s view, and Snape massaged it until it was fully erect, the string forcing it up.

“You’ve been a naughty boy, messing around with that child, Harry, but no longer. Do you hear me? You’ll keep your cock to yourself unless I’m the one playing with it. You filled that female weasel up without any consideration to the consequences. She’s been trying to get pregnant. Did you know that? Set her sights on your money and fame.”

Harry’s eyes widened.

“Oh yes, luckily for you though, she’s still too young to carry a child. Next year however…” He let it trail off before caressing Harry’s stomach. “So she will not be able to gain status by claiming your child. But you never thought of that, did you? No, you just thought of your own gratification.”

He pressed on Harry’s belly and the thing inside him shifted. Harry whined in discomfort but Snape pushed harder, forcing the inside muscles to contract around the beads.

“That is one of your many problems, Harry. No thought to your actions. These beads will help remind you of what could have happened due to your careless activities. You’re sixteen now, old enough to face the consequences of you actions, little boy. But you’re still to unhealthy to do so. So, I’m going to see to it that you’re healthy enough by the end of this year and then I’ll show you the true results of sex first hand.”

Confusion filled Harry at that and he didn’t understand until he registered the possessive movements of the man’s hand over his stomach. Green eyes widened in abject horror and he screamed out a denial, the wails echoing off the stone walls as Snape levitated his limp body out of the infirmary.

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Oh, thank God that's done! I'm never playing truth or dare tipsy again.
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