Harry found himself in a dark place. He extended his arms towards his sides and realized he was confined in a room that was small enough to touch walls on either side of him. He attempted to stand up only to hit his head on the ceiling painfully. A wire with a lightbulb swung by his face and realization dawned upon him. Harry knelt back down and switched on the light in the room. He was in his old cupboard under the stairs in the Dursley's house. Harry was once again a small young boy, about the age of 7. He crawled up to the cupboard door and peeked through it. It was late at night and the hallway was dark except for the telltale signs of somebody watching television in the living room. Barely any noise could be heard from the living room however, so he figured that the volume of the television was turned down. Harry crept out into the hall and into the living room. As Harry rounded the corner, he stood there staring in shock at what he was seeing. Vernon Dursley, red in the face, was quickly moving his hand up and down his massive cock. It was just as angry looking as Vernon was and just as obese. He found himself unable to look away as his uncle let out a strangled cry and shuddered in his climax. Harry's eyes grew wide at the sight and let out a small gasp of surprise. He didn't understand what his uncle was doing but it looked scary. His uncle heard Harry and turned to fix his gaze on his nephew, face growing even redder than Harry thought was possible.

"Come here, boy." His uncle said in a quiet growl.

Harry slowly stood up from the crouch he had been in and silently made his way towards his uncle on the couch. His uncle silently appraised him for a few minutes. The heavy gaze on him made Harry fidget and he scratched his arm unconsciously.

"You're hungry aren't you, boy?"

Harry looked down and shook his head. "No, sir."

Vernon grabbed him by his face and made Harry look him in the eye. "You liar. I know you are. You were sent to your cupboard tonight without dinner, you good for nothing waste of space."

Harry shook his head more violently this time.

"No, sir. I'm not hungry sir." He said in the hopes that his uncle would let go of him. His uncle's hold on his face was painful and he knew better than to ask for anything more than he had already been given. Asking for more usually resulted in painful beatings and hungrier days for Harry.

"Yes you are. Say it. Say that you are." Vernon insisted, tightening his grip on Harry's jaw, making the young boy wince.

"Yes sir, yes I am. I'm hungry." Harry complied.

"Good boy. Now come here. Kneel down in front of me." Vernon said sweetly, letting go of Harry's face. "I'm going to give you a treat for being such a good boy."

Harry looked up at his uncle's face in disbelief. His uncle had never been nice to him before, what more, given him a treat. It was always Dudley who had new things and more sweets than he could eat. Harry was wary of this new side of his uncle but complied quietly with his request. He preferred this much more to the beatings.

"Good. Good. Now, I'm going to give you some milk, boy. But you are going to have to milk it yourself and drink everything. I'm giving you a treat but I'm not gonna have you wasting anything." Vernon said with a sweet smile on his face.

Harry shuddered at his uncle's smile. It was so alien on his uncle's face, so different from what he was used to that he couldn't help it but slightly back away from him. Vernon's smile fell at the movement and at that, Harry quickly closed in the space between him and his uncle. The young boy shook away his ill feelings and tried to psyche himself up for his treat. 'I get to drink some milk!' He thought excitedly and beamed at his uncle. He's never had that before. He was never allowed to drink some because there was always just enough for Dudley.

"Such a nice boy, see! You should try harder to be a good boy like this. You might get even more treats in the future." Vernon pet Harry's head lightly and grabbed his cock with his other hand. "Do you want it?"

"Yes, sir!" Harry said a bit louder.

"Good. Now, get to work. Suck on this, boy." Vernon said, slicking some white substance that was leaking over the top of his dick over the rest of his shaft.

Harry had no idea that milk came from that appendage men had between their legs. He supposed it made sense that since babies got to drink from mommies, bigger boys get to drink from their daddies. Harry opened his tiny mouth to put Vernon's penis in it but it was too big. All he could fit into his mouth was the head of Vernon's swollen cock. Harry scrunched up his eyes and wrinkled his nose at the taste and the smell of the milk in his mouth. He didn't like it at all. Harry tried to pull away from Vernon's penis but his uncle groaned out loud and pushed Harry's head over his cock, forcing it even deeper into his nephew's mouth. Harry choked and gagged as it hit the back of his throat and started to panic. He held onto his uncle's arms and tried to push him off. He scratched at his uncle's knuckles and fingers, trying to pry off his hands from his hair to no avail.

The pace at which his uncle pushed his cock in and out of Harry's mouth was dizzying and his nephew could but just hold on to his uncle's hairy thighs as he ploughed into him. Harry's vision blurred as tears started to fall from his eyes. The feel of his uncle's penis in his mouth, pulsating and red as it was, felt horrible; The taste and smell of it even worse.

With a cry just like he had heard earlier on that night, Vernon erratically pumped into Harry's mouth and came. Harry choked on cum and frantically pulled away from his uncle's slackened grip on his head. His mouth was full with the bitter and salty milk in his mouth and he tried to spit it out. He suddenly felt his uncle grip his hair once again and covered his mouth with his other hand.

"Drink it boy. I don't want a single drop of that milk wasted." Vernon said with a sinister grin.

Harry felt more tears run down his cheeks as he swallowed the vile liquid. He never knew it tasted this bad. He wished that he never asked for it or wanted to know what milk tasted like.

Vernon let go of Harry and stood up to grab his pants on the floor near him.

"Now clean this up." Vernon said, indicating the mess on the couch. Harry stood up to grab some tissues from the side table. His uncle grabbed his arm and forced him back to the couch to kneel. "No. With your mouth. Like I said before, I don't want a single drop of that milk wasted. You wanted this boy. Now you clean it."

Harry looked up at his uncle with sad eyes and said, "Yes sir."

Harry licked tentatively the cum left over on the couch and sucked it into his mouth, nose wrinkled and eyes scrunched up once again at the taste.

"FASTER." His uncle said in his booming voice and grabbed Harry's head, smothering his face into the seat cushion of the couch.

"NO!" Harry screamed out loud. He woke up in a panic and fell off his couch onto the floor. In the process, Harry had hit his head on the coffee table next to him. Harry didn't mind the pain, the pain assured him that this was reality and that he had really left that horrible nightmare.

Harry's hand flew to his mouth as he felt his stomach turn when he recalled his dream. Shakily, he stood up and stumbled for the bathroom. Harry could taste the bile rising up his esophagus but no vomit came out. He spat into the bowl and breathed raggedly.

"I remember." Harry whispered quietly to no one.

"I remember." He whispered once again, fat tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Fuck. No." Harry curled up into a ball on the bathroom floor and pulled at his hair hard. "No. God. I can't... Why?!"

Harry cried harder. He bawled out loud, knowing nobody would hear him screaming anyway in his secluded home.