Some Things Never Change
I don't own the HP and I WILL NOT RECIEVE MONEY FROM THIS.
Takes place during the 4th year, before the Triwizard tourney.
Harry walked through the hallways of Hogwarts, his knapsack on his back with his books in it. Hermione and Ron weren't here today; Ron had detention, and Hermione was tutoring Lavender Brown in the library. He basically had the day to himself. Harry didn't know what to do, having hardly any experience of being independent. His friends were constantly around him.
Anyway, Harry decided to go to the Griffyndor house and grab his Firebolt, and fly around the Quidditch field. He was on the third floor, when he heard a familiar, oily voice behind him.
"Excuse me, Mr. Potter." Harry gritted his teeth, and turned around.
"Hello, Professor Snape." Snape strode up to Harry, and stopped a few feet in front of him.
"The Headmaster needs to speak with you, Potter, and I was sent to fetch you." Snape had an unusually cruel smile underneath his upturned nose. Harry was apprehensive to follow Snape when he had his cruel face on, but he had to, as he was a teacher.
Snape stalked his way towards Dumbledore's chamber with a puzzled Harry in tow. He didn't think he had done anything wrong, so why was he being called to Dumbledore's study? When they got to the gargoyle in front of Dumbledore's study, Snape turned to Harry.
"This should be a different experience than you are used to with the Headmaster, Potter." He opened the door (Licorice), and went up the stairs, Harry following. When he got inside, Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, looking unusually pensive. Dumbledore motioned with his hand, and said
"Why don't you sit down Harry?" Harry obliged. Dumbledore sighed, and stood up. "Harry, as you know, every now and then, a special student comes to Hogwarts. This school has been open for one thousand years, and those students are highly received by the teachers. Now, we in the teaching staff have decided you qualify for that." In hearing this news, Harry was relieved.
"You mean I'm not in trouble?" Harry asked. Dumbledore looked at Snape, and back at Harry.
"Not at all boy." he stopped talking , and sniffed in the air. "DEAAAAUUUGHHHH!" Snape then raised his wand, and cast a spell. Ropes sprang out of nothing, and tied Harry to the chair. Harry was surprised at this turn of events, and tried to struggle.
"Dumbledore! Dumbledore! Help me! Snape's gone mad!" Dumbledore just raised his wand, and Harry's jaw opened. Try as he might, Harry could not close it. Snape reached in his pocket and brought something over. Harry glanced at it, and it was a bright red ball. He shoved it in Harry's mouth, and tied the straps around. Harry tried to talk, but he couldn't. He could only make unintelligible sounds. Dumbledore walked up to Harry and chuckled.
"You think we were going to make you a student of honor? Silly." Harry tried to speak, but Dumbledore slapped him. "Only speak when spoken to slave!" Harry instantly piped down. Dumbledore flicked his wand, and Harry floated up in the air. The ropes rearranged themselves in Dumbledore's preference. Harry was tied up with his arms tied together in a 90 degree angle on his back, with his ankles and thighs bound together. Dumbledore flicked his wand again, and all of Harry's clothes disappeared. Another rope, tied to Harry's wrist, tied itself to a beam on the ceiling, so Harry was suspended where his feet were touching.
Snape stalked around to Harry's behind, and caressed his ass. Harry tried to squirm, but Snape just smacked his ass. Harry squealed behind his gag, and struggled even harder, but Snape just slapped it again. Harry got the message and stopped moving, just letting Snape massage his ass. He tried to banish the thought from his mind, but it actually felt pretty good. He shook his head at the thought, and tried to figure out a way to get out of this predicament. However, escape seemed hopeless. After a few minutes, he noticed Dumbledore had joined in with the rubbing his ass, with three hands. Soon after, they got off. He tried to turn his head, but he got another ass smack. He looked away quickly.
After a few minutes, he heard some commotion behind him. He heard Dumbledore and Snape muttering to each other, but could only catch snippets of the conversation.
"Whips... Not those yet... Dildos?... No... Ok..." A few seconds later, the pain returned again. A rod was smacked on Harry's ass, very forcefully. Harry contracted his ass in pain and squealed. Snape started yelling
"Oh yeah! You like that, you little slut! Take it! Take it!" He punctuated every word with a smack. Harry squealed with each one. Dumbledore came into his field of vision, and just sat there while Snape caned Harry. Eventually, he stood up and dropped his robes. Harry was startled to see him stark naked, with a massive erection. While being around 120 years old, Dumbledore was surprisingly well endowed. He walked up to Harry, and flicked his wand. The ballgag removed itself, and he stood in front of Harry's mouth. He made eye contact with Harry, and his eyes twinkled.
"No teeth." He then shoved his dick in Harry's mouth. It was a strange sensation. It tasted different, but not exactly bad. Dumbledore's hips rocked back in forth, and his penis went back and forth. Harry was so engrossed in it, he didn't even notice Snape had stopped caning him. He did notice, however, when Snape shoved his dick in Harrys asshole. The pain was so great, Harry accidentally spit out Dumbledore's dick. Dumbledore looked down at Harry, and with his most stern face and penetrating gaze, told Harry
"You made a big mistake." He looked up and Snape, and nodded. Snape started fucking his ass even harder, and Harry was in even greater pain. The ballgag was suddenly in Harry's mouth again, shocking him. Dumbledore, disappeared for a while, and let Snape fuck Harry in the ass for a few minutes. he finally pulled out, and walked to Harry's face.
"Look up, Potter." Harry looked up to see Snape masturbating, and in a few seconds, Snape blew his load all over Harry's face. Snape crouched down to eye level with Harry, and smirked.
"I bet you liked that, you little slut." He slapped Harry in the face. "From now on, you will be a special teacher's pet, do you understand me?" Harry nodded. "Good. This should be fun." He stood up right as Dumbledore walked into the room. Dumbledore flicked his wand, and Harry rose into the air again. The ropes came off, but the gag stayed on. A black rubber suit and corresponding face mask was magicked onto Harry, and a dog collar with a chain was put on his neck. He was set back down, none to gently, and when he tried to stand, Snape forced him back down again. Harry looked up at Snape, who was grinning maliciously. Dumbledore placed handcuffs on Harry, and forced him onto his hands and knees, like a dog.
"Now Harry, as I'm sure, you will now be servicing the teachers from now on. All your friends will be told that you snuck out of the castle and ran away because he couldn't deal with the teenage angst. Now, the rest of the teacher staff should be here any second now..." There was a knock on the door. "Ahh! Good!" Dumbledore called out "Come in!" The rest of the teaching staff filed in the room, and made approving sounds when they saw Harry.
"Alright, Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, our new teacher's pet!" Dumbledore said. The staff applauded. "Now who wants to try him out first?"