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Voldemort sat back, watching as his Death Eaters arrived one by one. It has been a year since his resurrection, and his secret war is going well. Dumbledore’s Order is slowly, yet surely, being culled. They made it even easier themselves really. They seemed to believe that he would be going after the prophecy. Really, he just sent a few of his men out to attack the guards to keep up that delusion, But really, he has long conquered the prophecy. Turning his attention to a side wall, he smiled.
Under magically bright light, was the lower half of a boy’s body. Not only that, but it was stripped of any clothes that once covered his body, and was seemingly bent over, making the boy’s ass stick out, spread for all to see. The upper half disappeared into the wall, but Voldemort’s men didn’t need that half anyway. Besides, that part was in use, as he felt a small tongue lick around his asshole. Really, he really was a genius. Voldemort made it so that the wall transported whatever went through to come out under his throne, which was hollowed, and then sealed the doorway with the boy stuck through it.
He watched as a few of his Death Eaters went up to the ass, and quickly pulled their cocks out, and began fucking into it. The sudden penetration caused the boy’s mouth to be pushed up into Voldemort’s ass, but he quickly began licking once more. He let them have their fun, the meeting was due to start yet. Really, even as all of his followers were gathered, he allowed the final person in line to pound into the boy’s ass before he began. After all, he is a benevolent lord, and his men should not be so stressed.
He began the meeting going over reports. His spies went over everything they learned since the last meeting. Regulations in the Ministry being pushed, people being demoted, some being killed, and recruitment. Not much changed and everything went as predicted really. Then came his Order spy. Severus was a difficult man to see through. It was hard to know what the man really believed, and he honestly couldn’t have a better person act as the Head of Slytherin in Hogwarts. But he long solved that issue. He strengthened the Dark Mark on the man, and then demanded oaths and vows from him.
But he digresses. Severus revealed the casualties of the Order, and whatever Dumbledore entrusted with him. Random secrets, predicted numbers, and unimportant missions. Then came their “search” for Harry Potter. Smiles stretched all around the room. This was always the best part of Severus’s reports. As he went over all sorts of leads, non-dark magics, and anything else they used to try and find the boy, laughs and jeers filled the room. Honestly, Voldemort was tempted to just tell Severus to reveal the boy’s fate, but not yet. They still have a lot to do, and the Order running on goose chases just meant they didn’t have to worry about them finding their Headquarters.
As the meeting came to an end, Voldemort sat back once more, and waved his wand. Instantly, he felt as the gentle licking disappeared, and the body stuck in the wall was dragged from it. He was still bent over, locked in a specially pillory, but the boy was quickly moved to the middle of the room. Everyone, including Voldemort, smiled at the display. There was the Order’s precious Chosen One.
Harry Potter was nothing more than a toy now. His asshole was permanently gaped now, nothing more than a sleeve for cocks, and he stared blankly, not a thought left in the boy’s mind. With a clap, the Death Eater descended on the boy. Cocks were pulled out, and the boy’s holes were quickly filled. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed, as each volunteer had their turn. He watched as the new recruits quickly finished, and the more experienced men soon dominated the boy’s space. A game that was played a lot, was a test to see who could force the boy to squirt his own cum from his locked penis. Then when all the fodder was done, his Inner Circle had their turn.
The game they loved to play was to see how many times they could make the whore squirt. So it was a test of endurance for them really. Severus didn’t participate in the game itself, as he simply enjoyed ramming himself down the boy’s throat, but from how long it usually takes the man, he could probably win. But otherwise, the winner this time was Crouch Jr. The man seemed to know the perfect angle to perfectly attack the whore’s prostate, and forced the boy to squirt three orgasms before he added to the already full cum dump. Once the last person was finished, then Severus would seem to speed up, and then smash his hips against the boy’s face, and then shoot his load down his throat.
Once the festivities were over, his Inner Circle would calmly return to their positions, and Voldemort would just wave his wand once more. All but the Inner Circle would leave, and then he would continue. With a click, the pillory unlocked and opened, allowing the boy to stand up. With a blank stare, the boy simply moved from the pillory, and stood at Voldemort’s side. Then the true reports would commence. These would be the missions he sent his most trusted on, and what they learned of and accomplished. Severus was the only one that didn’t go on these missions, as his role was to be the spy, and the other Death Eaters needed to know that he had a spy in the Order, so he gave his reports while all were present.
The entire time, Harry would just stand next to Voldemort’s throne. When the reports were done, the Dark Lord tapped the arm of his throne twice, and it was like a switch. Suddenly Harry lost that blank stare, but he still didn’t move or speak. Voldemort smiled to himself. Yes, he has trained the boy well. Early on, Harry would constantly yell, scream, cry, and try to fight any chance he seemed to get. Now, he just calmly waits for his orders, like a good slave. With a command, the boy simply tilted his head, then answered, “Search the vault.”
To others, it was a non-answer. It didn’t seem to answer anything, yet the Inner Circle has become used to these interactions. The boy has been trained to answer concisely, if possible. That was not only a trained habit, but an order, and it originally handicapped Voldemort’s ability to understand what the boy meant. But, as a genius, he quickly learned to decipher his slave. With a nod, he turned to Severus and spoke, “Figure out a way to get the key to my slave’s vault. Old grimoires and journals have survived the destruction of the Potters, and are secured there.”
Yes, one had to think through everything when trying to understand Harry’s answers. They were discussing trying to find old magical tomes, and spells, so this wasn’t as hard to figure out. Unlike when he once simply said, “Search the old tunnels,” when they were trying to figure out ways to assassinate a few high profile targets. Having Severus search the old passageways of Hogwarts eventually led him to getting into the Chamber of Secrets where his slave once slew the old basilisk. Even dead, the old creature’s venom still dripped from the large fangs, and they were able to not only use that, but break down and use the rest of the creature. All his Inner Circle are equipped with powerful basilisk scales robes, and the rest was used to either help Severus’s potions, or to enrich his cause.
With a nod from Severus, he moved onto what was next on his list. Oh, if listening to Severus describe the Order’s efforts in failing to find Harry was music, then this part was going to be a wonderful orchestra. With another tap, Harry calmly moved behind his throne and he nodded toward Bellatrix. She may not partake in the festivities, especially since he wishes his slave to be alive, but she takes great joy in this next part. As the rest of his Circle don their masks and cloaks, she gleefully leaves to go and grab their prisoners.
Quickly, she returns with a line of prisoners trailing after her. One by one, they are pushed onto the ground in front of Voldemort, and he gets a good look at them all. The first few he doesn’t really recognize. Random Order members, or Ministry personnel. But the last few he definitely knows. There in front of him was Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Nymphadora Tonks. Oh this had to be a gift, as this would be the sweetest victory he would ever get.
With a perfect speech, he soon lets Bellatrix and a few others have their fun. Screams, yells, and gagging is heard as the prisoners are torture in every creative way his followers can imagine. From drowning, cruciatus curses, and just simple cutting charms. Soon, they are finished, and their true torture then begins. He lets them sit back up, in some vain need to be brave, and gives them a cruel smile, and claps twice. He greatly enjoys the startled, betrayed, and heartbroken looks they give him when his slave slowly comes around from behind the throne.
“Yes, my slave is quite enticing, isn’t he?” Voldemort states, as his hands grabs and trace the boy’s body, almost like he was a glass figure, “It took a long time to finally break him, but we quite like the result.”
As Harry turns to face him, Voldemort’s smile stretches further as he can hear the yells and insults, and with that, he quickly spreads his slave’s ass, and gleefully shoves his fingers into the wonderfully soft heat, giving the prisoners a perfect front row view. And Harry, like the good boy he is, simply stares at him, awaiting orders, not even glancing toward the pained screams. Soon, he lets go of his slave, and leans back, and simply gives him a quick spank, triggering even more insults from Black.
With that, Harry quickly moved onto his lap, and pulled his cock out. With no flare, the boy quickly lines himself up, and sinks himself roughly onto the hard member. Leaning back, letting his slave fuck himself on his cock, he begins talking to the prisoners, “Just look at him, he’s such a good boy now. Look as he skillfully takes me into his hungry hole. He is quite the insatiable whore now,” he said, reaching forward to spread his slave’s ass, showing off the cock-filled hole, “You know, when I first began his training, he constantly called out for you.”
As Black’s eyes widened, Voldemort gleefully continued, “Oh yes, he would beg, plead, cry, and pray for you to come save him. Well, with all the talking he was doing, I had to put his mouth to use.” Nodding over at a random Circle member, they came forward and quickly pulled their own cock out. With a gentle pull, they bent the boy backward, and quickly filled his open mouth with their cock, setting a harsh pace, “And see how well he learned? He simply craves our cocks now, craves to swallow and taste our seed.”
As he said that, Voldemort skillfully aimed himself, so that Harry now slammed his master’s cock right into his prostate, making the boy start to let out high-pitched moans, “Look, he can even see you right there, and all he can focus on is the cock stuffing his throat, the balls smacking against his face.”
Looking down at the prisoners, they seemed to finally quiet down, but the horror-stricken faces were glorious, as well as the tears that streaked down Black’s face. With a nod to Bellatrix, their torture began once more, and he simply turned back to his slave. The Death Eater ramming down his slave’s throat quickly finished up, and made sure to spray his orgasm all over the boy’s face and open mouth. Lifting him back up, Voldemort turned him around, and began fucking up into the boy. As his Circle stopped their fun, Voldemort decided he would finish up too. With a few more brutal smacks, he came up into his slave, and then finally pulled out. Leaning the boy against his chest, he lifted his slave’s legs up, and spread him out, just as the prisoners finally sat back up.
Oh he bet his slave looked wonderfully fucked out. Cum streaked all over his face, and dripped onto his pebbled nipples. Then his bright red ass spread obscenely, as thick cum leaked from his gaping hole. All the while, a thin line of cum leaked from the boy’s caged penis, and dripped onto the floor like water.
Looking down, he gleefully saw the moment Black broke, and was quickly followed by the others. With a smile, he nodded to his followers, and watched as each one was quickly executed. He couldn’t help but laugh, as their last moments were watching his slave fall asleep against him, all the while, he quickly sheathed his cock back into the boy’s hole.