Harry shivered with anticipation, unsure of what Daddy had in store for him and Draco. Would it be more humiliation or pleasure? What if the "play" involved getting pleasure from Draco? Harry wasn't fond of that thought. He was still slightly unsure about his place with Daddy, much less another little. He let his mind whir in all sorts of directions thinking about all the possibilities and the fear or ecstasy it would bring.
Draco looked smug but under the surface Harry could see the terrified eyes and sweat beading down his forehead.
Daddy looked calm and collected, like almost always. He got a basket filled to the brim of toys. Some for slightly older kids – magnet blocks, big legos, a train set, balls, soldiers, and so on. The array was nice as Harry's mind was running rampant with ideas of a rattle and diaper time with Draco.
As if reading Harry's mind, Snape put Draco in a diaper after his naked time in the great hall. His bottom looked awful and blistered. He checked Harry's diaper, which was dry. He tsk'ed disapprovingly at the dryness and issued a warning. "If your diaper isn't wet by the end of play time, you will be in trouble Harry. You will tell me as soon as you wet so you don't get a rash."
Harry heard it all but didn't respond. This part was so hard. He hated diapers and using them. It made him totally reliant on Daddy like a real baby.
Daddy dumped the toys on a throw blanket in the living quarters. "Daddy has things to do. Drink your bottles as you play and I will clean up and grade papers. You two can play. I'll join you soon."
Draco immediately chunked his bottle across the room when Daddy left. Harry threw his half heartedly in solidarity. The boys went through some of the toys and played together for a while. Their favorite game seemed to be with the little metal soldiers battling for territory. Pow, bang, crash, slam.
Somewhere in that time, Harry registered that he had to pee but planned to hold out as long as possible. He refused to ask Daddy to change him, and he wouldn't have to if Harry just didn't go!
They heard Daddy issue warnings from the table about reining it in, that they were getting out of hand. But it was so much fun. Slowly they got more and more rambunctious with each other. Shrieking and chasing each other with little toy men, swatting at each other.
It happened in a flash. Harry was chasing Draco with a little toy man that had a sword and he went to swipe Draco and got him right at his eye. The scream was blood curdling. "He's killed me! He's killed me!"
Daddy immediately ran in swooping up Draco just as Professor McGonagall floo'ed into their fireplace.
Draco's screaming triggered Harry's fear of retribution from Daddy. He began screaming too. You could see both adults become flustered at the amount of wailing from both boys. Then they saw the blood.
"Minerva, hospital wing, now!" and Daddy passed Draco off to her capable hands.
The last Harry saw of Draco there was red blood over his eye and heard the screeching echo off the dungeon halls. He turned to look at Daddy, steeling himself for the punishment to come. Harry immediately dropped his head and the tears kept falling.
"Come. Now," Daddy commanded.
Harry walked over, biting his lip and sniffling hard.
"Tell me what happened, bug" said Daddy in a soft voice.
"We was playin' and I gotted him in the eye and now he's broken Daddy," Harry wailed.
Daddy was attempting to soothe and comfort. "Oh bug. It was an accident. But Daddy did tell you many times to settle down and stop with the rough housing. I was intending to play with you both and have an introduction to this in a different way but now, it'll be punishment. Follow me."
Harry was terrified. He followed Daddy to the large bathroom and cowered in a corner. Daddy busied himself with things Harry had never seen before. He saw tubes, a bottle, a towel, and some sort of liquid.
Daddy sat on the toilet seat lid and beckoned Harry over with one finger and a no nonsense face. Harry obliged, confused and shaken.
"You hurt your friend because you wouldn't listen. You didn't drink your bottle. You didn't wet yourself like I told you. You have had 3 serious infractions and deserve your punishment. Understand?"
Harry bit his lip hard and the tears welled up again. Gosh he made him feel 3 inches tall when he put it that way. Harry nodded, accepting his fate.
Daddy placed a towel over his own lap and then lay Harry across it in spanking position. He immediately told Harry he would get 3 hard slaps for his defiance and then they would move on to the second portion of the punishment.
One. Two. Three. So hard, so vicious. Harry knew he had 3 slap marks on his ass and it was going to hurt for days. He cried in earnest and begged him to stop but at that point it was over. Daddy cleared Harry's sinuses with a spell so he could breathe without such trouble from crying.
Next Harry went absolutely rigid. He felt Daddy probe at his bottom and smear lubricant on his fingers. What was this? Reward for taking the spanking? Harry couldn't hide the moan that came forward from his lips. "Enjoy it now baby, not for long" Daddy taunted.
Quickly he felt Daddy's fingers be replaced by a hard object, a nozzle he realized, that was flooding water into him slowly. The dawning hit Harry like a ton of bricks. Harry screamed and flailed. "NO! No no no no no! I don't want an enema. I don't want to poop. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"You will be bug, you sure will be," Snape whispered. (He was Snape when Harry was angry!)
The water was unstoppable. The more Harry clenched it just hurt. Snape held him firm in a vice grip so he couldn't kick or flail anymore. He was locked there accepting this terrible fate.
"The more you fight the worse it gets. It's better to just accept it. Or I'll add soap for an extra burning sensation. Your choice," Snape taunted him.
Snape rubbed his back trying to get him to relax. "Just accept it baby boy, it'll be easier."
His voice was like a wave crashing into a cliff. Slowly eroding at resolve.
Harry fought, and fought, and fought with every ounce he had but it didn't budge anything. Snape had him trapped and the water was filling him.
"I have to go potty, I have to go potty! Please!"
"Not yet baby. It's not finished yet. You hold it, you'll be okay," he said in a tone that sounded like he was grinning.
"Fuck off Snape! I hate you," Harry screeched.
Harry felt 3 quick slaps to his bottom which made him spill some of the water that was currently entering him. Oh Godric this was bad. This was bad.
"Fucking Snape! What is this? What's wrong with you?" Harry pleaded.
"I'm just taking care of my baby how he needs to be cared for. It's all for you Harry. This was supposed to be a fun enema. Shall I give you a taste of that?"
Snape slide his hand between them and began running his fingers along the length of Harry's cock. Oh no, oh no. "No Snape!" He didn't want to pair an enema with pleasure. He didn't want that. It couldn't make sense in his head. But Snape was relentless at teasing and stroking him. He was hard, and then he was weeping into his lap with abandon.
Harry slouched his body into Snape, giving in. Right as he was about to come Snape stopped cold.
"That's enough," he stated. He removed the nozzle and flipped Harry onto the potty. "Go potty Harry."
Harry was livid. He couldn't wrap his brain around what just happened. The doorbell rang and then he started shitting his brains out.