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Harry eyed the potion that Snape had given him three days back. His old professor had told him that it would help him rest better and get rid of his nightmares, that it was a variation of the Dreamless Sleep potion without the risk of addiction, but he still struggled to trust the man. Snape had gotten extremely angry at the Order meeting when he had heard that Harry would be joining the Hogwarts staff, but Dumbledore must have said something to him since he had been civil to Harry during the first week of school.
The polite greetings during meal times had been disconcerting, but getting the potion had driven his paranoia up. He had asked why, since it wasn't like the Potion Master had ever cared about his welfare before ('not true, he had saved my life with Quirrell and with Professor Lupin,' a small part of his brain reminded him yet again), and the reply he had gotten was that the bags under his eyes were large enough to fit all of Gilderoy Lockhart's useless books in.
Which was true. Being the Gameskeeper meant that he had to take care of the thestrals daily, groom them after they had been unhitched from the carriages by the elves, and start tilling the pumpkin plot so he could plant the seeds for the Halloween feast and the pumpkin juice. The elves had hitched the winged horses (they had been horrifying the first time he had seen them) to the carriages and took care of the tackle after the students had gone to the school (he was heartbroken that he was not in their number), and they were taking care of some of the other tasks that Hagrid normally did when he was around. However, Harry was doing what he knew how to do right now, and Hagrid was supposed to train him in all of the other duties when he returned.
Harry had no idea where Hagrid was, only that he was running late from an errand for the Order. He was rather grateful for that, too, since even these chores were extremely hard. He hadn't slept at well all summer, and now he had manual labor that was worse than the Dursley's chores in the form of carrying a dozen buckets two at a time each filled with ten pounds of raw meat into the forbidden forest to feed the thestrels and using a hoe to tackle the rocky ground meant for the pumpkins. He was beyond exhausted, and that potion was a welcome sight as soon as he collapsed into Hagrid's large bed at the end of the week.
One potion wouldn't hurt. He could test it. He was so tired that he didn't care if it could kill him anyway. If he was dead, he could get as much rest as he wanted.
The potion had not killed him, and when another four days went by of that same exhaustion, he gave in and asked his old professor for another. He was shocked when Snape told him to call him 'Severus.' The other staff members had also told him to do the same, but they had had various levels of pitying expressions on their faces when they did. Well, everyone except for Umbridge - she demanded to be called 'Madam Umbridge' when she had overheard Filius giving Harry permission to use his name. Harry avoided her and the smug gleam in her eyes anytime she looked at him.
Snape didn't look at him with pity, but he never had. It was dislike, disdain, disgust, and even rage at times, but never pity. However, when he offered his name up to Harry, there was some kind of wry amusement, like there was a joke there. Harry laughed like he understood, even if he didn't, and he started calling him Severus.
When Ron and Hermione had visited on that same day - something they did almost daily - Ron had been disgusted while Hermione had nodded in approval. However, they then ranted to him about how awful Umbridge's classes were the previous night, and still tired, he snapped and reminded them that at least they got to go to school. He had taken the next potion that night and felt bad about it the next day, but not bad enough to apologize. He did feel bad enough to ask for a steady supply like Snape had been hinting he would provide if Harry seemed to need it.
Harry was glad when he stopped looking haggard, and Ron and Hermione resumed their visits after a couple days. It was awkward though. They stopped talking about classes, Harry only had the pumpkin plot and thestrel feeding he had been doing, so they had very little to talk about. When Harry realized his friends no longer understood him, he couldn't help but rant about it to Severus when he went to get the potion that night, and Severus didn't interrupt until he started to cry. That was when the man he had thought that hated him most gave him a handkerchief with an awkward back pat that was almost a hug, and then he sent Harry on his way just as embarrassed about the situation as Harry had been.
After that, their interactions were a little easier. A bit awkward in the way of socially awkward people, but definitely easier. He was happy to have the excuse of requesting a potion to visit and have tea with Snape after dinners, and he remained friends with Ron and Hermione even if they were no longer close like before and only visited once every few days.
Halfway through the third week was when Harry woke up from a strange wet dream. Just as Snape had promised, the potion allowed him to sleep, but it didn't stop his dreams. It just made them more nebulous and foggy, and they didn't stay focused on a subject so even if the graveyard did come up, it would melt away not long after into another scene. However, that night, his dream kept circling back to the same thing.
There had been a hot voice in his ear that had been saying things, and though he didn't recall a word of it, just the thought made heat pool in his belly even though he was feeling grossed out by how messy the inside of boxers were. While it talked, it had been feeding him something very delicious. It had been kind of nightmarish in a way since his teeth in his dreams had felt like gummies and all he could do was suck because his jaws also had no strength, but it also hadn't been since the taste had been sinful like the dark chocolate commercials his Aunt Petunia would salivate over.
Even the vague memory of the dream had him shoving his boxers down as he rolled onto his back so he could wank, and he came within a few strokes with a moan. He was stuck in a lethargic post-haze bliss when Feng made his presence known, and the dog was too big to shove away in time when he decided to clean up the mess. Harry hissed at the dog to try to get him to leave, but the dog didn't go until Harry was clean and Harry had been left completely humiliated and feeling dirty.
The next night, Harry had leashed Feng to Hagrid's huge table just in case something similar happened that night, but Feng escaped his collar that night since Harry woke up to Feng licking him after another similar wet dream before the sun had risen. The dog had managed to somehow pull down his boxers just enough to get to his dick, and Harry cried out as he came to Feng's hot tongue licking the head of his penis. He kept trying to shove the dog away even during it, but Feng didn't leave until his whines of pleasure turned into whimpers of overstimulated pain, then the dog moved off to the corner to lick his own fully engorged dick.
The potion seemed to still be in effect, though, since Harry barely managed to pull up his bottoms and before he dropped off to the wet sounds of Feng's tongue and heavy panting.
Harry restrained Feng the third night using a harness that Feng would not be able to wiggle out of for the third night. This time, he dreamt of a hand squeezing his butt, then something wet and thin slipped inside his hole as he heard the words "Cock sleeve." Eager to please the Voice, dream him sleepily got up on his knees to give that voice access, then something hot and wet was dragging itself over his hole. Harry panted as he rocked back into it, then his mouth was filled up once again and he heard "Good boy."
Nobody had ever called him a good boy, and that made heat in his belly grow hotter. Gaining approval from the Voice and getting rewarded with the treat had him moaning around the large mouthful he had, and when it started entering his throat, he eagerly pressed forward to swallow it all down. The Voice moaned, then Harry was swallowing and swallowing more because juices were flowing into his belly. It was so delicious that he forgot how to breathe, but then his treat was gone and he was called "Good Boy" again.
Harry drifted off, but he kept dreaming about his arse being played with and slowly opened. He woke up coming hard - harder than he had ever come - then he had to bite off a scream before he was even finished coming because he realized that Feng had chewed through his leash and was licking his exposed arse! That dream must have made him get on his knees and pull down his pants enough so his cock was cradled in the waistband for friction as he rocked, and Feng had taken advantage of it to lick him!
His coming was thankfully enough to distract the dog to ignore his arse in favor of the fresh puddle of semen, and he used that opportunity to scramble away from Feng even if it meant that he was cornered at the head of the bed with his back to the wall. To his dismay, he could see that Feng was completely aroused and his dick was large, red, and wet. He was beginning to panic because he couldn't figure out how to escape the situation when there was a knock at the door.
Harry felt a bolt of fear shoot up his spine, but that same knock distracted Feng and he leapt off the bed to bark at the door. "Give me a minute!" Harry shouted as he threw the blanket over the spot that Feng had licked clean, then he scrambled off the bed. "Who is it?"
"Severus, Harry," came the reply, and Harry sagged with relief even as he reached out to grab his robe. "I know it is early - not quite sunrise - but I need to collect an ingredient in the forest before breakfast and thought I could help you feed the thestrals at the same time."
"Yeah, sure!" Harry agreed as his panic melted away into relief. Oh, good. It was only Severus. "Let me get dressed and I'll be right out!"
The situation with Feng never happened again since he gave the dog back into the care of the house elves who had originally been taking care of the canine with Hagrid's absence. Harry had initially taken him on for companionship and because he thought he knew Feng, but he had been very wrong and was now too wary of the dog to be around it alone anymore.
Even with the dog gone, the wet dreams continued. They actually intensified, but since the dog wasn't there, Harry could enjoy them. He knew they were probably a side effect of the potion, and he was supposed to tell Severus if he had any. However, he liked the wet dreams far too much, and it would be embarrassing to tell Severus about them even if he wanted to mention them anyway.
However, waking up with messy bottoms every morning was getting to be quite the hassle, so Harry had taken to sleeping with a towel wrapped around his waist instead. The Voice had praised him for such a brilliant idea, then it played with Harry's exposed bum throughout the wet dream. He had been fed twice that night, and both times had been deep inside of his throat. After the second time, the hot and delicious thing didn't leave his mouth - it got soft, and Harry had been allowed to suckle on it until he fell completely asleep.
Outside of his blissful sleeping hours, Harry had adjusted to his new chores and he had slowly been making the cabin his. During the first Hogsmeade weekend, Severus had taken him to Diagon Alley, and he had been able to go shopping for new bedding and other things so he could turn Hagrid's cabin into his own cabin instead. Dumbledore had told him that Hagrid would be getting teaching quarters, and the hut had always been for the use of the groundskeeper, so he had been encouraged to do so.
He was rather relieved that Severus had taken him. He wished it could have been Sirius - and here, he felt a bit guilty since he hadn't thought much at all about his godfather this school term - but Severus seemed to know his tastes pretty well. There wasn't much in Diagon Alley he wanted, but he felt safe when the potion master led him past even Gringotts and showed him that there was more to the magical area than just Knockturn and Diagon. There was a large marketplace with fresh produce, secondhand shops, street side stalls selling hot food like fish and chips, and other such things. Harry had even caught a glimpse of an 'Adult Shop/Gentlewizard's club' towards the back, but Harry knew he was too young to enter it even if he had the courage to ask Severus to go there.
However, he could take the floo back to Diagon Alley later. He would need to figure out how to get his hands on a polyjuice potion, however. He was curious about it, and he knew that there were toys for these sorts of things even if he didn't know much about them. He figured there might be something he could put inside his arse to make his dreams even better.
When they returned, Severus didn't leave Harry, either. He helped Harry completely redecorate the inside of the hut. Harry couldn't help the pang of jealousy at seeing the other man using a wand since his own had been snapped.
"When you turn seventeen, you can buy a new wand though you will need to start courses with Kwikspell or another educational company so you can get your OWLs as quickly as possible and retain your wand rights, Harry," Severus suddenly spoke up as he glanced at Harry. Harry stared at his friend in a mix of embarrassment at being caught, disbelief since Hermione hadn't said anything about this, and hope that it might be true. "It isn't commonly known since hardly anyone gets expelled. Hagrid was an exception since he is half giant and so they decided his 'misconduct' made him no better than a stunted and slightly tamer giant."
"That's not fair!" Harry protested in defense of his friend. "Hagrid didn't release the basilisk! Voldemort did!"
"There is no proof, Mr. Po- I mean, Harry," Severus began to stiffly reply only to correct himself with a look of chagrin. "My apologies. It is just that you usually act so mature, so when you say something like that, it makes me think of you as a student again."
Harry felt like he was being rebuked even if it was Severus who was apologizing, and he blushed out of mortification as he guiltily looked down. "No, you are right," he mumbled as he toed the floorboards of his new home. "I was being immature. I should know better than anyone about how fairness doesn't matter in the real world."
"Shhh," Severus said as he put a finger on Harry's lips, and he started to give Harry one of the awkward back pats at the same time with the hand holding his wand. "You are a good boy and-"
Harry could not have stopped the gasp or the involuntary hip thrust against Severus' thigh, and since his mouth had opened and he had pressed in as Severus was trying to hug him, his finger slipped into Harry's mouth. He reflexively sucked on it once even as he tried to scramble back, only they somehow got tangled up in each other and Severus tripped forward. They landed on the large bed that had only just been made with Severus on top, and Harry couldn't stop his moan since the weight on him provided friction to his suddenly hard cock.
Severus ripped his finger out of Harry's mouth and scrambled back with huge eyes that Harry had no idea how to interpret. "No, wait, I'm sorry!" Harry tried to call out, but it was too late. His friend fled so fast that he left the cabin door open, and Harry was left alone feeling completely humiliated and wondering why he had been so stupid.
Severus started avoiding Harry during meals, though Harry didn't approach him anyway. He was ashamed of what he had done, but what was worse was that he had started to wank off to fantasies about that moment now that he no longer had the potions to take. It had felt amazingly good to have the man's finger in his mouth, and when they had fallen on the bed, it had been long enough to even hit the back of his throat when they had landed. In his fantasies, though, Severus would have pulled out his finger, flipped him onto his belly, pulled his pants down, then shoved that wet finger into his arse.
They didn't speak to each other until a couple of days before Halloween, and it was Severus who had to approach when Harry had been turning the pumpkins for the last time before they would be harvested. "My apologies, I needed time to come terms with your feelings for me."
Harry startled - he had not realized Severus was there since he had been mentally kicking himself about the incident and what a terrible person he was for continuing to wank to the thoughts of Snape. "It's not like that," he said as he turned around so fast that he landed on his arse, then he faltered because Severus looked like Harry had just insulted him. "I mean... You are my friend. I don't want to ruin our friendship."
Severus sneered as his eyes flicked down to Harry's lap, and Harry turned red as he realized he was hard. "I meant your feelings of physical attraction," he clearly stated, and Harry looked away as he curled his knees up to his chest. "Never mind - again, I thought you were mature enough to realize that you wanted but I am apparently wrong about you once again."
"No, no," Harry said in a desperate voice as he lunged forward to grab the hem of the potion master's robes. He didn't care that he was practically grovelling on his knees as he looked up at Severus. "You are right, I just... I never had these... thoughts before."
Harry held his breath as Severus looked down at him with dark eyes that were judging his sincerity. "Prove it."
"Huh?" Harry dumbly asked.
"Tell me what you want. My cock in your mouth? Yours in mine? What?"
Harry blushed as his stomach began to flutter with nervousness, but he didn't want prove to his friend that he was too immature for things. "Yours in my mouth," he managed to force out of his tightening throat. Was this really going to happen? "Uhm... now?"
Severus gave him a look of fond exasperation - one that he had given him a few other times in the past few weeks when they would joke around and Harry felt a flood of relief since it meant they were friends again. "We would at least need to get out of the open and go to the cabin first," Severus snarked. "However, no matter how mature you are, I'm over twice your age and you are not an adult. It would be wrong to engage in such acts with you. I came here to make sure that you are not suffering from nightmares and to let you know that it is perfectly normal to be feeling or thinking about those things as you are a developing boy, but you shouldn't try to just hump me while sucking on my finger like you did. You sexually assaulted me, but if you were to tell anyone, they would think it was the opposite."
"What?!" Harry yelped as he scrambled back on his hands and knees a couple feet until his rear hit the pumpkin he had been tending. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! It's just..." He blushed hard and looked down as he mumbled the next part. "I like being called a good boy and couldn't help it." He cleared his throat and peeked up, then glanced away at the look of shock on his old teacher's face. "I won't tell anyone, though. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... sexually assault you."
"You've been looking stressed and tired again lately, so I'll come by tonight and give you the potion," Severus finally relented. "We can discuss this more then."
Harry's stomach tightened up as he noticed that Severus hadn't acknowledged his apology at all, but he nodded. "Tonight," he agreed.
That night came, and they drank tea together in Harry's hut after Severus passed him the potion. "I couldn't say it out there, but I'm not... adverse to you, Harry," Severus admitted, and Harry felt his stomach burst with butterflies. "Your eyes are beautiful, and you are fit and slim. However, we need to remain only friends until you are an adult."
Harry's heart began to drop, but after having been around Severus for nearly two months, he was starting to hear things that were not being said. However, he wasn't too sure if he was right about his suspicions, so he put on a joking smile. "So I can suck your cock as friends?" he boldly asked with a cheeky smile. Snape's own lips twitched with amusement, however he didn't deny it and Harry immediately slipped off his chair to his knees and crawled under the table. "Right now, I can prove it right now."
Severus' legs had been crossed, however he uncrossed them at Harry's words and Harry was able to fit himself in between the potion master's knees as he fumbled opened the pants. A large dick sprang out and slapped Harry on the cheek, and he gaped at how big it was. Eight inches, and it was almost too thick for his thumb to touch his fingers when he wrapped his hand around it.
"I think your mouth is far too small, Harry," Severus said in an amused tone, and Harry jerked his head up in an automatic reflex to protest only to suspect that the professor might be right. "However, there are spells that can help." Harry didn't move when his jaw was grabbed, and he went along with the press that forced his mouth open. "I could painlessly remove your teeth so you don't accidentally bite me and I can put them back again after. Would you like to try that?"
Harry nodded, then he squeezed his eyes shut when the other man pointed his wand in his face. However, he stayed still, and a moment later, his tongue fell out of his mouth since his bottom teeth there no longer there to hold it back. He started to speak, but drool came out so he shut himself up before he embarrassed himself. Or he tried to - Severus was still holding his mouth open and he was having a hard time not drooling as his head was moved around.
"I never thought about how beautiful your mouth was until this moment, Harry," Snape quietly complimented, and Harry felt his face heat up. "I just want to stick my cock all the way down your throat and make you choke on it. I doubt that someone as inexperienced as you could do that, though. You might be able to suck on the head of my cock though, I suppose."
Harry felt like he was being told he was not good enough, so as soon as his face was let go, he dove in until the large cock was at the back of his throat. That was when he realized it tasted divine, just like he thought having cock in his mouth might taste, and he moaned and tried to swallow the tip.
"Such a good little cock sucker," Severus groaned, and Harry felt a surge of pride that made him lick and suck as he tried to get it in his throat. "Relax your throat. Open it up. Oh, good boy, you are such a special little slut."
Harry whined in protest since he had not allowed anyone to touch him like this before (Feng didn't count!), however Severus ignored it to press down on the back of his head. Harry struggled to relax his throat, but it was hard since he also kept swallowing because it tastes so good. Then Snape snapped his hips up while he continued to hold Harry's head down, and Harry thrashed as he lost the ability to breathe. However, just like the dreams, even that felt good since it made him light headed even if his throat burned from the stretch, and he eventually stopped thrashing. That was when his head was pulled up and he was allowed to breathe.
"No gag reflex," Severus groaned as Harry felt drool and precome slide out of his mouth and all over the other man's lap and dick. "Merlin, and you look completely debauched. You might protest that you are not a slut, but I bet you would suck any cock out there if you could."
Harry feebly shook his head no, but the dick was being guided back to his mouth so he didn't get a chance to reply. He didn't realize that Severus was not forcing his head down at all until he had the head of the man's cock at the back of his throat once more, then he blushed and wondered if maybe Severus was right and that he was a slut. Well, if he was, he would be sure to only be Severus' slut since it felt wrong to do otherwise, and he wasn't interested in anyone else anyway.
"Just going to play cock warmer, Harry?" Severus asked in a tone that was condescending, but Harry knew that was Severus' wry humor. "Bob your head up and down. You show natural talent at this, and you do want to be a good boy, right?"
Harry whimpered and nodded, then he began to move his head up and down. It earned him a couple of small squirts of flavor as Snape groaned with pleasure, and Harry removed his right hand from Severus' thigh since he was so hard that he needed relief. His wrist was grabbed though, and he looked up at Severus with eyes that begged 'why' as he continued to bob his head for more of that salty taste.
"Only good boys get to come, Harry," Severus said, then he let go of Harry's wrist and took his glasses off instead. "Show me what a good boy you are. Keep your pretty eyes on me so I can see how much you like sucking your very first cock."
Harry moaned an agreement, and he began to bring up the snippets of his dream that he thought might work. He pulled back until only the head was in his mouth to suck out the pre that was in the shaft, then he tongued the slit to taste it directly from the source. It made Severus gasp, and Harry began to take the man's dick in again. As he did, he relaxed his throat and told it that it wasn't allowed to swallow yet, and he forced his own head down until his nose was buried in the potion master's crinkly pubes. He swallowed around the girth in his throat as he made himself memorize the feel of having a real dick in his mouth, then he began to bob his head up and down with the man's cock barely ever leaving his throat.
"Bloody hell, your mouth is perfect," Severus moaned, and Harry renewed his efforts even though it made his eyes prickle up with tears. "So beautiful, pet. I'm going to come, though. You should move back."
Harry shook his head no once since he was going to swallow it just like he dreamed about. Severus gasped tried to pull his head back, but Harry didn't care that he lost a few hairs as he fought to stay there. Severus cursed, and when Harry's head was grabbed in both hands, he prepared to take it all in and just stay there until he passed out or Snape came, However, Severus roughly jerked his head up and down himself a couple times, and Harry's throat was flooded with seed.
He started to choke, but Severus pulled his head back a little so that the rest was pumped into his mouth. Harry moaned with appreciation and tried to swallow that, too, but a lot of it escaped and made his face even messier than it had been with drool and pre. He sucked as much as he could until Snape pushed him completely back, and he landed on his ass under the table.
"You are a come slut," Severus groaned. Harry grabbed the leg of the table as he dizzily swayed, but he did look down when a booted foot nudged his crotch only to see a wet spot in the front of his pants. "You came untouched, Harry. You came just because you got to swallow my come." Harry was relieved that he hadn't wet himself on accident, then what Snape was actually saying pierced his foggy brain and he gave his friend a curious look. "Ah, yes, I suppose you did come without my permission, though. That means you were bad."
"Uh uh, I 'ea' ish 'at ba'?" Harry managed to get out, then he pointed at his crotch again. " Cuz I shwawwoe' ish ba'?"
"Ah, you are asked if it is bad that you came untouched?" Harry nodded. "If you were expected to use your cock, then yes it would be bad... Most people actually would think it was bad, yes. It's very humiliating to most men if they do something like that. However, I don't mind - I like that you are a come slut... But only if you don't go out whoring yourself to everyone. Most people would laugh at you, so you don't want to do that anyway. I do mind that you came without my permission, though. I would have liked to have rewarded you for that phenomenal blowjob you gave me, but you took that away from me."
Harry gave Severus the most apologetic look he could. "I showwy, I 'i'n e'en no'ish," he sadly admitted. "'i'n' mean 'to."
Severus waved his wand with a sigh that made Harry feel even more guilty, and Harry was surprised then disappointed when he felt his teeth were back in his mouth. It had felt weird to do that without any teeth rather than the gummy teeth his dreams made him do it with, and he wondered why it was so easy to swallow cock in his dreams. Now that he was coming down from the high, his throat and his tailbone hurt - the latter from landing on it so hard.
"I supposed I should let you take your potion and go to sleep, Harry," Severus said in a disappointed tone as he tucked himself away. "I'll think of some-"
"Wait," desperately begged as he grabbed Severus' wrist. "I really didn't mean to - I didn't know I had come until you pointed it out. That was what I was trying to say! Is there something else you want instead? We could do it again and I will make sure not to come. Please?"
Harry felt hope when Severus licked his lips, then he shook his head no. "I should go," he said, but Harry knew that the man wanted something but he just didn't want to say it. "You are tired and-"
"No, no, you let me suck you off and didn't laugh at me when I came untouched," Harry stubbornly interrupted while he held Severus' wrist tighter to try to get him to look at him again. Severus kept his head turned towards the door. "Just tell me so I can make it up to you, please?"
"My tastes are not for everyone, Harry," Severus said in a stiff tone, but Harry saw the quick glance directed his way. His vision sucked, but Snape's eyes were so dark that it was easy to tell when the white of his eyes disappeared because he looked elsewhere even without his glasses. "...For example, seeing your tears as you sucked me off was enjoyable. I'm not a good man, Harry. That I'm even willing to let you do things to me is proof of that."
Harry's brows furrowed with confusion. "I don't understand," he admitted. What Snape said didn't make sense - he hadn't been crying because of pain or anything, the tears just happened because his throat had been under a lot of strain. "What do you want? I don't want you to just let me do things to you, that isn't... It feels wrong. Like I'm using you."
Harry had been holding Snape's wrist, but the older man suddenly twisted his arm in a way that reversed the hold and Harry was dragged out from under the table. "You foolish boy," Severus hissed, and Harry cringed back in fear. "I mean that I would enjoy things like spanking you and turning you into a pet. A real little cock slut. I would visit you every evening in this little cabin, and you would greet me on your knees with your mouth open and tongue out. I would have you come to my office late at night to sit under my desk with my cock in your mouth while I graded papers, and you would have to keep it there without sucking. Or maybe I would have you in my lap with my dick up your ass, and you could grade some of those first through third year papers under my supervision. When you are a good boy I would reward you, and when you are a bad boy, I would punish you."
Harry moaned at the images in his head as he helplessly looked into Severus' eyes. "Yes, please," he whispered. "I want to be your pet. Please, punish me for being a bad boy."
"We will start with ten spankings then, pet," Severus said in a dark tone that made Harry's whole body thrill just like it did with the Voice. "After that, I will introduce you to one of my favorite toys, and we will try this again tomorrow night. If you are truly interested, you will not remove the chastity device that will be part of your punishment at all tomorrow though it is simple enough for you to take off if you wish. If you remove it then try to put it on again before tomorrow night, I will know."
"Okay," Harry panted. He was eager for this toy, whatever it was, and if that meant ten spankings, he could do ten spankings. "Please, I'll keep it on tomorrow, I promise!"
The potion regimen had gone far better than Snape's wildest dreams. When Albus had decided to put the boy on staff, it had angered him even more than it had when he had put Lupin on staff. Not only was this Potter, but the boy was wandless and defenseless which meant he was a sitting duck. Albus refused to listen to reason, and finally fed up with the whole thing, he decided he would get Potter, Black, and Lupin back in the worst way possible.
Befriending the boy had been easy once Potter started to trust the very potion that would lead to his doom. Sneaking into his cabin had also been easy. The hut didn't have a real lock on it, the window of the hut didn't even have latches and could easily be opened for the forest denizens to wake Hagrid up if they needed something at night, and Feng knew him very well since he would often borrow the dog if he needed to collect certain ingredients that could only be harvested at night. Once in there, he had only intended to prep the boy's ass for Feng to have a bit of fun with, the boy was already moaning and humping the mattress and had been a very tempting sight.
So he cast a charm on the boy's mouth to soften his teeth into rubber and relax his mouth and throat muscles. After that, he priced one of the boy's eyes open, admired the beautiful green color, then implanted a suggestion that the boy was about to get the best meal in the world but he had to suck to get it.
Severus would never have suspected that Potter did not have a gag reflex. He was a born little cock sucker, an eagerly hungry little thing, and he had Severus emptying his balls in an embarrassingly short time. He pried open a lid again as he got his breathing under control, then he made a second and more subtle suggestion that the taste of his new favorite food was also sinfully decadent - one that would always make Harry hard and want more.
That was when he used Potter's mouth for cock warming, and when Feng came to sniff around and see what he was doing, he used his wand to pull the boy's pants down. Feng sniffed and gave a few curious licks to the boy's exposed arse, but to his disappointment, the dog lost interest and got off the bed. He seemed to get interested when Harry began to moan around his cock and hump the bed once more, but feeling a bit spiteful, he spelled Potter's pants back up, held the boy's head up a bit, spelled his eyes open, then shallowly began to fuck inside the boy's mouth as he reinforced the thought of decadent flavor. When he came, the boy did as well, then he spelled Potter's mouth clean, removed the mouth softening charm, and silently snuck out.
The next time he returned, he helped the dog out of his collar before he rolled the boy onto his back and pulled down his pants just enough to expose his cock and balls. He slathered on an oil that had the scent of a bitch in heat on Harry's tiny prick, then he face fucked the boy while he told him what a little whore he was until Feng got up and began to sniff then lick Harry's cock. The teenager had initially been flailing and whining, but with the help of Feng's tongue, he settled down and started moaning like the whore that Snape knew he was. He came inside of Harry's mouth again, the boy came as well, then he got up and tucked himself away.
He left Harry just like that and hoped that Feng would lick that little prick until Potter woke up from pain.
He decided that the third visit would be the last one. He started it off with face fucking the boy and came inside his mouth before he got up so he could pull down the boy's pants. "You're going to be nothing more than a cock sleeve for a dog, Potter," Severus quietly said in dark glee as he used the same oil as the night before to slip his finger into Harry's ass. Harry moaned, and Severus was going to ignore it but the boy began to stir. He yanked his finger out since it seemed like Potter was waking up, but all the boy did was get up on his knees with a needy little whine just to present his virgin arse better. "Bloody fuck, you little whore."
He turned to cast a curse on the leash that had been keeping the dog to the table - there was no way the harness could be 'slipped out of' like a collar could - then he ushered Feng up on the bed. The dog immediately buried his nose in between that soft and tempting valley so he could sniff and lick at the bitch oil, and Harry pressed his out more with a whine.
Severus' cock got hard just from seeing that, so rather than leaving like he had intended, he went back and sat on the boy's pillow. His cock had barely touched the boy's lips when Potter lunched forward to swallow him to the hilt. Praising the slut had been reflexive, and the boy had stilled for a second before he began to work his throat muscles around the cock buried in his throat.
He lost track of time as he let the boy pleasure him rather than face fuck him as he had done before. The only time he moved Potter was to force him off his dick every ten seconds to make the boy breathe, and every time he did Harry had strained to take his cock again. When he came, he was buried to the hilt in Potter's throat, and it felt so good that he didn't care if the boy might choke and wake up. Potter whined in protest when he completely pulled the boy off his cock and got up, then he stared at the dog as he removed the spells he had cast on Potter's mouth and cleaned it.
"The little slut is wasted on you, mangy beast," he muttered as he straightened out his clothes. He then left the cabin and he waited outside the door so he could play 'savior.' The moment came when he heard a choked off scream, and he waited a few minutes before he knocked. Severus had expected to hear Potter beg for help since the dog should have knotted him, but things had not gone that way at all and he had had to make up an excuse about inviting Potter along to help him collect ingredients. He sent the dog a scathing glare when Potter wasn't paying attention, and when they were in the forest, he had asked the boy why he was taking care of the dog when the house elves should be doing that.
To his great pleasure, the dog was gone by the next night. He got a small finger sized butt plug to put in Potter's ass each night that would rub his prostate, and he made the boy suck his cock until the teen came at least once every night. The weeks passed as he conditioned Potter to associate the taste of his come with pleasure, and during the waking hours the boy learned to trust him. Albus commented on how surprised he was about the friendship, but the old man was pleased and didn't suspect a single thing.
The events of the shopping trip had been a spur of the moment plot. Potter reacted perfectly to the praise, and when he had 'accidentally' slipped his finger into his mouth, he immediately sucked on it. Severus 'tripped' to get Potter him under the bed, allowed himself only a couple seconds to enjoy the feel of the boy writhing under him, then pulled away as though he had been scalded. He smirked as he fled the hut to Potter's cried out apology, and he began to avoid the boy.
The potion was not meant to have turned the boy into a cock slut - it was just a sleeping potion that made the recipient's dreams a little malleable. Harry was so attention starved that he had taken it like a duck to water, and Snape spent the days apart planning out the next set of steps that would make Potter think everything was his own fault and idea. It played out better than his wildest fantasies - he had expected to have to ignore Potter again for a couple days to get the boy to beg him for punishments and more conditioning to accept a waking role as a cock sleeve, but Potter had been wholly receptive to it.
Now he was sitting on the edge of the bed, and he had Potter awkwardly standing in front of him with come-stained pants. "Pull down your pants and lay out over my lap so I can spank you," he ordered. Potter hesitated, and he sent him a disappointed look. "If you can't do something this simple-"
"No, I'll do it!" Harry yelped, then he pulled down his pants and kicked them to the side. The boy's face was red, and he kept his eyes on the floor as he covered his genitals with his hands.
"Remove your hands, pet." Harry whined, but he obeyed as a tear of humiliation fell to the floor. Severus sneered at the small cock, though he was delighted by it. "Your dick is tiny, no wonder you came in your pants. Oh well, don't make me repeat my orders or I will think you don't want to be spanked."
"I do," Harry choked out as his hands fluttered. The boy obviously wanted to hide his cock, but the reminder that Severus was still there only 'reluctantly' was enough to keep him from doing that as he stepped forward to get on the bed. Severus pretended to not notice the next couple tears of humiliation that landed on his slacks and then the bed, then the boy was laying across his lap and had his face hidden in his arms. "'kay, I'm ready."
"I'll be telling you my rules in between each spank," Severus said in a reluctant tone as he placed a hand on Potter's lower back. The boy was tense enough that he flinched from it even though he had avoided tempting ass that was right there. He couldn't act eager at all for this - he had to be strict to enforce his rules on the boy. "I'm going easy on you by doing this. I will spank you, tell you the rule, then you will repeat the rule back to me. You can back out at any time - just say no and I will stop. However, if you want to be my pet, you must obey me like a pet would."
"O-okay," Harry stuttered out, his voice muffled since he was hiding it. "I don't want to stop."
"Good," Severus said as he slowly slid his hand down over the boy's soft skin. "I know you keep saying you want this, but you don't know what this is. This is your first chance to back out, Harry. Make sure you listen to the rules and are willing to obey them."
He raised his hand before Potter could reply, and he spanked Potter in a way that was mostly sound with only some sting. The boy gasped as he flinched, but he didn't try to roll away. "First rule - you will always address me as 'sir' or 'master' when it is the two of us."
"I w-will always address you as sir or master," Harry agreed.
Severus waited a moment, then he lightly pinched the boy's inner thigh which made Harry yelp. "You are already breaking the first rule, Harry."
One thing that could be said about Potter was that he was quick to catch on when it was about something he wanted. "I will always address you as sir or master, sir!" Harry clearly stated. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that meant now. Sir."
"Good boy," Severus praised as he began to pet the boy's firm arse, and he enjoyed how Harry tried to hide his shudder but failed. "If you break another rule, I will add three more spankings to your punishment. This one won't count since I am trying to be easy on you." He swiftly smacked the boy's ass like he might smack a table when a fly suddenly landed next to him. It was a hard spank, but not as painful since he had barely raised his hand for it. "Two, you will not have sex of any kind with anyone else unless you obtain my permission. That includes oral sex or using your hand to give another person an orgasm."
"I won't have s-sex of any kind with anyone else, not even with my mouth or my h-hands, sir," Harry stuttered out.
Severus stroked Potter's ass, then he raised his hand and gave the boy his first proper spank which made Harry yelp. "Rule three - you will not tell anyone about what we do together - not until you turn eighteen and we can pretend to have been in a relationship for a couple months," he said in a serious tone while he admired the red hand print that was beginning to form. "Not even Weasley or Granger. As I said before, most people would think I must have forced you into this type of position somehow, and you are young so it could be considered right. They do not take maturity into account, only age."
"I won't tell anyone, Se-sir," Harry quickly swore. "Not even my friends. I am the one that wanted this and I don't want to get you in trouble."
Severus brought his hand up and made the next spank a little more painful, but Potter only whined in the back of his throat. "Rule four - you will obey my commands when it comes to bedroom activities," Severus said. "You are a pet, and pets do not disobey. If you decide it is too much and you don't want to do it, then we stop. We can just be friends."
"I will obey your commands, master," Harry gasped out as he raised his head to look back at Severus with a promise in his eyes. "I swear I want to do this. Just... the bedroom activities?"
Severus paused as he stroked the boy's ass. "Do you want to be controlled even outside the bedroom?" Severus asked, and Harry shook his head no with a spark of fear in his eyes. "Well, maybe one day if we decide to start a relationship after you turn eighteen. If you do not want to be controlled outside the bedroom, then we will remain as friends outside of it, however keep in mind that I have never been in a relationship because I know I am a very demanding man. If you actually want to be together, that is a concession you will have to make. I, in return, will take care of all of your needs, and as long as you are good, will also give you many of your wants."
Potter's eyes unfocused as he shivered shivered, then he nodded and buried his face in his arms once again. Severus spanked him over the first hand print. "Mmm, rule five is that you will never wear your glasses during our bedroom sessions," he decided. "You don't need to see to act like a pet."
"I will not wear my glasses during our bedroom sessions," Harry agreed. "Sir."
"Six." Severus spanked him in the same spot and Harry yelped. "You will always hear me out. No more interrupting - you are no longer an unruly student that disobeys, Harry. You will listen to your master, and only after I am done speaking are you allowed to ask for permission to ask questions if you have any. If you interrupt me, you will be punished and our session for that night will be over. If you do it often enough, I will decide you are not meant to be a pet and we will go back to only being friends."
"I will listen to what you say," Potter agreed, though Severus could hear a bit of confusion behind it. The boy didn't understand what Severus was implying, and that would be he would be punished. That would condition the boy that interrupting in general was a bad thing, and he would be less mouthy. "I won't interrupt you and will... ask for permission to speak?"
Severus pinned Harry's thighs down with one hand and delivered three rough spanks in quick succession which had Potter buck under him as he cried out with shock and pain. "You broke the first rule again, Harry," Severus reprimanded in a disappointed tone. "Is this too much for you already?"
"No, I'm sorry master," Harry babbled as he looked back with tear filled eyes. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to forget! Please don't go!"
Severus began to pet Harry's butt and made a gentle shushing noise. "I'm not going anywhere, Harry," he replied in as reassuring of a way as he could. He was not good at reassuring, but it seemed to work since the boy relaxed a little. That relaxation also caused the tears to begin to spill. "I'm not going anywhere. You took your three extra spankings, so I forgive you pet."
Harry sobbed with relief then pushed his arse back into Severus' stroking hand. "I'll obey," he wetly promised. "I'm sorry, master."
Severus resigned himself to petting and making shushing noises until Harry stopped sobbing, then he gave the hardest and firmest spanking he had given yet. "Seven," he said over Harry's renewed sobs. "You will always thank me after your punishments. Remember that you want this - I still think we should wait until you are older."
"Thank you, master!" Harry sobbed. "I will always thank you after punishments, sir!"
"Eight!" Severus said over the sound of the next spank. "I am in charge of your pleasure - you are not allowed to masturbate or do anything to yourself without my permission."
"You are in charge of my pleasure, master," Harry cried. "I will not touch myself like that or anything without your permission."
"Nine!" Harry's arse was cherry red, and it felt so hot that Severus wanted to plunge his dick into Harry's virgin ass. He had to wait for that step, though. "You will consent to certain small things such as body piercings. I want to see you with nipple rings, a belly button ring, and some piercings on your tiny and useless cock. That will be my sign of ownership on you, and I will show you how they can bring you pleasure on those days that you are a good boy."
Harry had stiffened up when he had brought up piercings, but he relaxed as Severus explained why. "I will consent to things like body piercings, master," Harry agreed, though he sounded reluctant. "What if I don't like it or if someone sees?"
"Rule six," Severus barked, then he brought his hand down three more times as he held Potter still. "You did not ask permission to question me. Bad pet!"
"I'm sorry, master!" Harry sobbed, then he sniffed in a way that told Severus that the boy was also snotting up. "I'm sorry I'm sorry!"
"As an additional punishment, you are not allowed to know the answer to your question," Severus said as he squeezed the boy's ass to elicit another cry of pain. "You will learn later what happens if you decide you don't like your piercings. If someone sees it, then you can tell them you did them yourself after seeing some interesting nudey mags." He paused then smiled as he started petting the boy's aching ass. "I will actually purchase a couple before I get your piercings so you have an idea of what is going to happen. Enough talking!"
Severus spanked Harry one last time in the spot he knew would hurt the most, and Harry wailed out. "Ten! You will not beg me for pleasure unless I tell you to," Severus said. "You will not beg me for anything. I will give you what I believe you need, and you are not allowed to argue or beg for it. When you are being exceptionally good, I will ask you what you want and might grant it, but even that is not a guarantee. You belong to me, pet. You will be mine to play with and to take care of. That is what pets are for - to obey and to make their owners happy."
"I w-won't beg f-for anything, s-sir," Harry sobbed. "I'll b-be good! I w-won't argue! I'm sorry!"
Snape rubbed Harry's cherry red ass and he contemplated three more spanks, but he decided to be lenient. "You are supposed to thank me for your punishment, Harry," Severus said in a soothing tone. "Shhh, you took your punishment well, so I'll give you a reward and you can thank me at the same time. Get on your knees, clasp your hands behind your back, then suck my dick. I want you to stick your ass out while you do it so I can admire your punishment, and remember that you are not allowed to come."
Harry rolled off then winced as he landed on his knees, and Severus reached out to stabilize the boy by his shoulder. It was his first time getting to study Harry without his shirt on, and he admired the thin and naked torso with its little pink nipples while the boy was still getting his bearings, then he smirked when his eyes trailed lower since the boy was hard. Teenage puberty was a wonderful time since boys would get turned on over anything, and it was even more amusing that Harry had not even noticed how his little cock was beginning to drool with need.
"Let's see how good you are," Severus purred as he opened up his pants and fished out his aching cock. Turning Potter over his knee like that had been something he had wanted to do so bad. He didn't count himself as a pedophile - or he hadn't before this since children did not interest him sexually at all. Punishing Potter was what had him so hard, and that Potter was naive enough to want it had been what made the boy irresistible. He was still sobbing and had snot bubbling out of his nose, but his eyes were focused on Severus' dick. "Hands behind your back, pet. Here is your treat for being a good boy."
Harry moaned as he clasped his hands behind his back, flinched when they brushed across his tender arse, then he bent forward to take the whole length in one greedy swallow. Severus leaned back on his hands with a groan of appreciation, and he watched how the boy wiggled his arse as he bobbed his head up and down. Harry was still shaking and there were jerks and pauses here and there as the boy swallowed down a sob, and he was being very careful with his teeth, too.
"Such a good pet, Harry," Severus praised. "Look at me. Good boy, remember that I like your eyes. They shiny like pretty jewels when you cry, my eager little slut. You are such a natural at this."
Harry moaned as Severus praised him, then the boy shoved his face all the way down. Severus groaned when the boy's throat began to work around his head - something that had only happened a couple of times while he was training the boy in his sleep - then Harry tried to make a sound and the vibration shot down Severus' dick and made his balls contract. "Merlin," Severus swore as he bucked his hips up, then he buried his fingers in Harry's hair and thrust into his throat twice before he began to come.
Harry tried to whine as he began to struggle, but Severus didn't let go of the boy's head. He ground himself against his pet's face as the struggles and the attempts at noises increased the pleasure of his orgasm. Harry obviously needed air, but the boy didn't bite down even though he planted his hands on Severus' thigh to try to pull himself off. Eventually, his struggles grew weak, and that was when he pulled Harry's head up by his hair and admired the messy face.
"You did such a good job, pet," Severus coo'ed. "There is just one more part to your punishment - the chastity device - then I will give you another reward."
Harry feebly whimpered, and he stayed limp in Severus' hold and he man handled the boy up onto the bed. Harry's little cock was still hard, nearly purple, and weeping, and Severus reached into his pocket to pull out the muggle plastic cock cage he had bought. It was smaller than the boy's length by an inch and was made to be tightened down even more to force a man to remain soft, and Harry gasped when Severus flicked the boy's balls then tried to cover up.
"Harry," he warned, and he could see the unasked 'why' in the boy's eyes as he removed his hands with scared little whimpering sounds. "Good pet. I know this part is unpleasant, but you are not allowed to come yet. This will keep you from having those accidents, but I can't put it on until you are soft so bear with me."
Harry swallowed a sob as he threw his left arm over his face in a feeble attempt to hide, and Severus resumed the thumps until the boy's cock went completely limp. He put on the chastity cage, then he tightened it up until it was nice and snug around the boy's cock. When he glanced over to his pet, he saw Harry had removed his arm at some point and was frowning very unhappily.
"Good boy," he praised as he reached out to ruffle Harry's hair. The affectionate contact started Harry so much that he looked at Severus with large and confused eyes, and Severus couldn't help but smile. It was a mean smile, but Harry's tentative smile in return showed that Harry was too hard of seeing to pick up that nuance. "Such a good boy, that's right. Now roll onto your belly and get on your knees, and I'll reward you with something new."
Harry was still confused, but he obeyed without a word. He did get on his knees, but he had done so by tucking them under him so he didn't raise his red and pert ass up in the air. Severus corrected that with a sharp slap on a buttock that made Harry raise his butt with a yelp.
"There, just like that, pet," Severus praised as he fished a potion he had made out of his pocket. "Spread your knees - yes, I am looking at your ass, Harry. Open up more, there, good boy. Your little hole looks like it has never been touched before. Are you a virgin even at fifteen? Or were you only interested in girls before?"
"B-both, sir," Harry stuttered out as he grabbed his pillow so he could bury his face in it. Severus cast a protection spell on his right hand. "W-what, I mean, may I ask a question, master?"
"In a minute," Severus replied as he carefully poured the oily concoction he had made onto his protected fingers. "Brace yourself - I'm going to touch you. You are my pet, so that means I have the right to touch you wherever I want. I promise it won't hurt, and once you relax, you can ask me the question. You will need to wait until I give you permission to ask, and I will only do so if you are good and stay perfectly still."
"Yes, master," Harry nervously breathed out.
Severus grinned again as he touched Harry's twitching little pucker. It had been trained with that slim toy to want a finger in it, so it was easy to slip his slick appendage inside even though Harry had tensed up. He pushed his middle finger all the way in, and once his palms made contact with the boy's arse, he began to gently squeeze it with with the rest of his hand until Potter slowly relaxed.
"That's a good boy," he coo'ed, and Harry shuddered which made his tight channel spasm then loosen up. "See? This didn't hurt one bit did it, my pet. Now ask your question."
"W-why there?" Harry asked with a nervous hitch to his breathe. "It's... dirty, sir."
"Right now it is," Severus agreed with amusement as his mind whirred with possibilities. "However, I'm going to spend the next few sessions showing you how good your butt can feel without your little cock getting in the way. You're my friend so I don't mean to insult you, but it really is a pathetic one. It's small and you come at the slightest stimulation, and while I honestly don't mind, it would make our sessions far too short." He began to slide his finger down to the boy's prostate." It will be very boring if I just came over every night, have tea, had to suck me off while you come from that, then leave don't you think?"
He rubbed the prostate just as Harry opened his mouth to reply, and the boy let out a long and lewd moan as he pressed his arse back. "What was that, sir?" Harry gasped out when Severus plunged his finger back in. "I don't... It's still dirty, master."
"You are a dirty little pet to moan like that on your master's finger," Severus playfully snarked back, though he included a firm spank with his other hand that made Harry's hole tighten right back up. "You asked another question without permission, so you know the punishment."
Severus began to spank Harry again, but he made sure to rub the boy's prostate as he did. He loved how Potter didn't seem to know if he should be pushing back or trying to wiggle away, and the motion had Harry fucking himself on Snape's finger. On the fourth spank, he decided it would be a good time to test a second finger, and he timed it in such a way that Harry's own rocking forced it in with one go as he spanked that ass with the fifth and final blow.
"Ah!" Harry cried out in shock. "Oh! Oooh!"
It was to his mirth that the boy's channel began to spasm with an anal orgasm, and Harry was making sounds of both pain and pleasure. His little cock had been trying to swell up, and the tight confines were causing him additional distress even as he enjoyed the way that Severus continued to assault his prostate. Severus could only rub little circles on it since Harry had tightened up far too much for him to push it in deeper, and he only stopped once Harry went completely limp with exhaustion.
"That was a good reward, don't you think pet?" he asked as he pulled out his fingers, but he didn't expect a response since Harry was completely out of it. He picked up the vial he had used as a lubricant, then he shoved the narrow stem inside of the loosened passage and tapped his wand on the glass base to turn it into rubber. "This will clean you out, Harry. I will pick up a kit tomorrow for you to use, and you will diligently put this potion in your ass every night before our sessions. You have to use it even on nights when there will be no sessions - a dirty pet is a disgusting pet, and I do not like disgusting things."
Harry groaned as Severus spoke since he had forced the potion in with a squeeze of the rubber base, but the boy allowed it. "You're doing such a good job," Severus praised, then he grinned again when Harry weakly wiggled his raised ass. "You are acting like a perfect little pet, loving the attention your master gives you. Don't forget that you can remove that chastity thing at any time you want. It's okay if you do - you might not be ready for these kinds of things."
"I won't take it off, master," Harry feebly promised. "I will be good. I want to be a good pet."
"Do you remember why you need to wear it?" Severus asked, then he sadistically grinned when Harry gave a weak nod.
"My thing-"
"Call it a cock, Harry," Severus interrupted. "It's immature to call it a thing. Or, with that size, a cocklet I guess."
"My uh... c-cocklet is tiny and c-comes too soon so I would make the nights short and b-boring, master," Harry managed to choke out. Snape nodded, and he carefully eased out the vial so he could replace it with his finger. "Nghah~... It t-tingles, master."
"It's cleaning out your insides," Severus explained. The boy's whine made his own cock tingle, but it wouldn't go up past half mast after the boy had sucked his balls dry twice. "It isn't something that is commonly used, but it is used often for medical and sexual purposes, pet. My cock will be going in here later - when I think you are ready for it and you deserve that kind of reward - and I don't want my cock to go into something filthy. Continue on why I want you to wear that chastity device."
"T-to reward me in different ways," Harry stuttered, and even though the boy was still hiding his face. Severus could see his blush creep along the back of his neck and his shoulders. "Like this. When I am being a good pet, master."
"I noticed you seemed to actually like your spanking this time, Harry," Severus darkly purred, and Harry jolted at the sudden change in subject before he squeaked in humiliation. "Punishments are not meant to be enjoyed. Maybe I should get a paddle since you seem to enjoy my hands so much." Severus rubbed Harry's prostate so he would moan on cue. "Or maybe I should also use spanking as a reward when there is something in your arse."
"I'll be good, master," Harry panted out as he rocked back into Severus' hand. "Please master, I'll be good."
"Very well, Harry," Severus replied, then he pulled out his finger and spelled that hand clean. "The potion has been absorbed, so that is it for the night. Remember, no touching yourself - and that includes putting things up your arse. No pleasuring yourself. You will need to sit to pee since the holes at the head is meant to allow things like urine and such to drip through, and when you shower, you need to be diligent in washing the area since you can't remove the device for even that. If you can wear it for three days, I'll replace it with a magical variant that will be spell friendly, but I don't want to waste either of our funds on one unless you can grow to enjoy it."