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And now I want to ask you a question, Potter,” said Moody in a more businesslike tone.
Harry’s heart sank; he had thought this was coming. Moody was going to ask where he had got this map, which was a very dubious magical object — and the story of how it had fallen into his hands incriminated not only him, but his own father, Fred and George Weasley, and Professor Lupin, their last Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Moody waved the map in front of Harry, who braced himself —
-Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
"Actually, there are a few things we need to discuss," Barty as Moody said in a lower tone as he tapped his own neck, and outwardly he looked disapproving but inwardly he was dancing with glee. 'Moody' was the first adult figure Harry was meeting right after their bath together, and if he played his cards right, he could have detentions with Harry as Moody and assault him as other students. All with the Dark Lord's permission! Not that the Dark Lord knew exactly what Barty was doing, but he hated being around all these brats that didn't know a lick of hardship all day so he had asked for permission to play head games and such with Potter. The Dark Lord had been amused by his request and told him he could do whatever he wanted as long as he wasn't caught and his actions didn't ruin the kidnapping plans. "Your neck, Potter."
Harry looked dumbly confused for a moment, flinched when he realized what Moody mean, then he dropped his eyes with a flush of humiliation. "I can explain, professor, I-"
"Save it for my office, Potter," Barty quietly ordered, then he turned to walk off and Harry followed him while keeping his head down and wiping at his eyes from silent crying. Madeye's eye was a wonderful tool for spying, and as soon as he could get rid of the grizzled auror, he would keep the eye for himself. Right now, he could act like he didn't know what was happening while he watched Harry try not to fall apart while wearing his invisibility cloak, and he loved that he was breaking the Dark Lord's most hated foe. He opened the door to his office and gestured for Harry to go inside which Harry did while keeping his head ducked, then he followed and hit his door with a couple spells. "There, now our conversation won't be overheard. You need to learn some spells that will fix those hickies if you are going to sneak around in an invisibility cloak every night for some fun or everyone will know how easy you are."
Harry jerked his head up to look at him with large and fearful wet eyes. "No, it wasn't-"
"Save your excuses, kid, I don't care what you do," Barty chuckled, then he began to stump towards his office chair while he beckoned Harry to follow. "I'll teach you the spells you need if I can hold on to the map. With it, it will be easier to keep an eye on whoever has targeted you, and I think that is a better use of it right now instead of some slap and tickle. Don't you agree?"
"Yes professor, but-"
"Good, you have your wand?" he asked, cutting Harry off before he could say more, and Harry's lower lip trembled as he gave a nod. "Alright, set your cloak off to the side and I'll teach you episkey."
It only took a few minutes of instruction for Harry to get it right, then he saw the boy looking at his foe glass. "You can't use that as a mirror, it detects protentional enemies," he said, then he heavily sat down in his chair. "So what were you saying, lad?"
"It wasn't on purpose, professor," Harry immediately began in a desperate tone. "I mean, it was when I thought it was Cedric, but it was someone else disguised as him! I think they were using polyjuice potion!"
"That sounds like an outlandish tale, boy," Barty said as he twisted Moody's mouth into a frown. "You have the glow of someone who enjoyed themselves and now you're saying there's a kid running around pretending to be Cedric just to get in your pants?"
Harry paled and shook his head no. "I didn't know it wasn't Cedric!" he insisted with eyes that begged him to believe the story. Barty did, of course, but 'Moody' didn't have to. "But I'm pretty sure it's a blonde sixth or seventh year."
"Listen to yourself for a moment, Potter," Barty growled as he leaned forward in his chair a little. "You're trying to say a student spent over a month brewing a very advanced potion in secret so they could pretend to be another champion for an hour or so with you. Yet you look like you had a great time." He raised a hand to tap the side of his face that had the eye. "I can tell what you've done - unfortunately I cause a glimpse of the aftermath running down your leg when you were stuck on the stairs. That and the glow people are surrounded with after a great time, and that you were willing with 'Cedric' tells me plenty. You don't need to lie, like I said, I don't care what you get up to." He paused and admired how Harry looked on the bring of tears for a moment. "But I am hoping to get a favor from you since I saved you from being caught looking as you do by Filch and Snape. Who knows what those two might have done to you if they had seen you, but I covered for you and it wasn't easy."
Harry's tears spilled out right then and he raised a sleeve covered palm to angrily wipe it off. "I'm not lying!" he bawled. "You believed me about the goblet so why won't you believe me about this?!"
"The problem with the goblet was obvious to me," Barty snapped in an annoyed tone though he was inwardly drooling over how naive Harry remained even after their activity together. "However, everyone could tell you are lying now so it isn't just me! I find you in pajamas and with someone's come leaking out of your arse even though you just washed up. I don't care if you're a slut, boy! I do want payment for covering for your illicit activities. Any other teacher would expel you for lewd and obscene behavior!"
"I c-can't get galleons right now, professor," Harry sobbed out as he dropped his face into his hands to cry. "Please don't get me expelled! I can pay you this summer!"
"I don't want your galleons, Harry," Barty said in a gravelly tone as he dropped his voice while he deliberately began to leer at the boy. It went unnoticed since Harry was crying into his hands, but that was fine. "I want the same think You've been giving others tonight, though I don't like sloppy seconds so I don't want your arse."
Harry looked up as he covered his mouth that had twisted in horror, then he struggled not to gag when he saw the expression Barty was sporting. "What?" he asked, half in disbelief and half sounding lost.
"Huh, one of those that prefers orders, eh?" Barty asked, then enjoyed the way Harry shuddered with revulsion when he licked his lips in an obviously perverted way. "Yeah, I know I'm ugly, Potter. I never get laid anymore so I am not losing out on a chance with an obvious slut. You need to be punished for your reaction, though. Strip! And don't bother trying to leave, I spelled the door. If you do as I say, we will both have to remain silent about your activities since you are underage so you will know you don't have to be afraid of being expelled after this and that I will have to keep covering for you if I find you looking like this again. We might even be able to work some kind of excuse out for you to use if a different teacher catches you. Now, I'm not going to say it again. Strip and obey or I will report you to Dumbledore."
Harry turned a sickly green, but he began to comply in rough and jerky movements. Barty sat back and watched to get a good look at his handiwork, and when Harry was standing naked and staring at the wall, he patted his lap. "So let's start with the punishment," he said. "The people you've been with tonight didn't spank your bum even though it looks perfect for it, so you are going to lay across my lap and count out the spanking. Ten is a lenient number, but you are distraught so I'll be understanding. Just don't lose count - if you do, I have to start all over again."
It was very obvious that Harry was forcing himself to obey since everything from his motions to his expression was wooden and the normally bright green eyes had dulled a little. Barty leaned back when the boy was close then had pat his lap when Harry hesitated, but he eventually laid out and Barty began to stroke Harry's arse while avoiding the leaking mess. "You must have been buggered by several people with the volume I'm seeing," Barty commented, making sure his voice sounded distasteful so that Harry would cringe inward. "Now now, there is nothing to be ashamed of for a bit of fun." He began to trail a finger from the tailbone and down the crack. "I just want in on some of it and you'll have someone at your back for the rest of the year."
Harry was clenching up his arse really tight as he neared where the hole would be if he could see it and he boy was trembling in his lap while he kept his head down in defeat. Moody lifted his hand and firmly spanked, and Harry yelped and rolled off his lap and onto the stone floor to try and hide his arse while giving Barty a look of hurt. The poor thing had apparently denied that he would be getting spanked until it actually happened. "Please, professor," Harry begged in a small voice as his eyes began to water up. Barty loved that he still had a lot of spirit left in him.
"Please what?" Barty asked in an annoyed and strict tone. "You agreed to this, Potter. I hope you're begging for me to continue the spanking since you do know the alternative if you go back on your word."
Barty watched Harry's throat work a couple times, then he dropped his eyes and gave a small nod. He stood up and started to lower himself, but Barty grabbed his arm and shook his head no. Harry's expression was mixed between bewildered and hopeful, and it was cute to see the light in his eyes start to brighten. "Professor?" Harry asked.
"You haven't properly begged to be spanked, Harry," Barty told him. "Use your imagination, and it better be genuine. Otherwise I'll think you rolled off my lap because you don't want to."
Barty released Harry's arm and gave him an expectant look while Harry's expression went from angry to scared then settled on panic. The boy obviously had no idea what to do, but it was fun to see him trying and failing to figure it out that he allowed several minutes to stretch before he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, professor!" Harry immediately said after he jumped from the noise Barty had made. "I do want you to spank me."
"And why am I spanking you, Harry?" Barty asked, wanting to hear Harry blame himself out loud. "I know why, but I want to make sure you know why."
"Because I will be suspended if I refuse?" Harry asked, his tone confused but his expression that of someone hoping they were right. Barty made a sound of disappointment as he shook his head no, and Harry raised his hands up. "Wait, I know why!" Barty paused and raised an eyebrow. "Because you found me looking messy and had to cover for me."
"Potter," Barty sighed out. "You are doing other favors for me over that. You are being spanked for lying about not wanting to do whatever it was that you did even though you had said you had wanted it."
"When I thought it was Cedric," Harry tried to correct with a flash of anger, but it was snuffed when Barty sent him a real glare. "I mean... I'm being spanked for lying, professor."
"And why do I know you are lying?"
Harry dropped his head as he flushed and tried to appear smaller. "Because I'm leaking and I look like I had fun," he forced out, his voice barely above a whisper. "Everybody would be able to tell. And I did like it at first... Just not the end."
"See, now that wasn't so hard, was it," Barty said in a gentler tone that made Harry curl inward some more with a flush of humiliation. He reached out to rub Harry's this with a gnarled hand. "So what's the real reason you didn't like the ending, Harry? Better not be that silly polyjuice explanation you tried to give. That is a very outlandish tale."
"I don't know," Harry choked out. Harry was watching Barty's hand, but he didn't try to pull back so Barty leaned towards him to slowly trail a finger up his inner thigh. "Please, professor..."
The plea was obviously Harry wanting him to stop, but Barty was able to use it a different way. "Are you begging for your spanking now?" he asked, and Harry mutely nodded. "Then tell me what you're begging for. You have to properly beg, Harry."
"I... Please spank me," Harry whimpered in a quivering tone. "I was bad for lying."
"I suppose that's a start," Barty sighed out, then he removed his hand right which was nearly to the boy's crotch and Harry immediately laid across his lap when he patted it. "For some friendly advice, when you tell a lie, it should have some truth in it to make it believable." He gently patted Harry's rump as he looked at the large handprint he had left behind. "And if you need to beg, you should get down on your knees to look as pitiful as possible and plead like your next meal depends on it. Offering to do something you know the other person will like is also a good tactic, but be careful about offering 'anything' since someone might-" he pushed a finger into the sloppy hole and rubbed the prostate when made Harry groan since he hadn't expected it. "-Take you up on your offer like this. Not that this seems onerous to you with the sound you made."
"Please spank me," Harry begged in a thick voice that was trying not to cry or tell him to stop. "I just want to be spanked professor, please? Please? I'm sorry I was bad for lying!"
He pulled his finger out then immediately began to spank. Harry had began to relax as soon as the finger had come out, so the first smack made him cry out with pain and the second made him burst into tears. When Harry tried to cover his bum, the third came down on his upper thigh, and Barty made a sound of disgust. "You made me miss with that last one," he told the weeping boy, then he swatted Harry's arm as a reprimand for covering his butt. "And you still haven't counted. You just begged me to spank you again even though I didn't ask for it and you're now trying to stop me?"
"No professor," Harry wetly sobbed, then he sniffed in a way that told Barty that the boy was crying so hard that he was beginning to snot. "I'm sorry, I was just surprised! I won't stop you again and we are at four spankings."
"No, we are at zero spankings, Harry," Barty said in a stern tone as he began to rub the reddening skin. "I told you that you needed to count as I spanked you or we would start at the beginning again. You've obviously been spoiled by whoever raised you if you don't know these things. Is that it, Potter? Are you spoiled?"
"N-no, professor," Harry choked out as he used the back of his hand to wipe his face. Barty thought it was a shame that he couldn't see it since Harry's head was hanging down the left side of his lap so that his arse would be in the right spot to be spanked. "The Dursleys hate m-me and I tried to tell the headmaster but he won't believe me about that. They kept me in a cupboard and made me do all the chores and I didn't get much food."
"That tale is a hard one to swallow, Potter," Barty mused as he ran his hand along Harry's cheek just so he could stick a finger back in to rub the prostate which caused Harry to go into a coughing fit. "There there, I'm not saying I don't believe you on this one," he reassured as he began to rub Harry's upper back with his other hand. "I'm just saying it's hard to believe. It would explain why you look so underdeveloped, though. Fourteen and not a hint of pubic hair? If it's true, at least it makes you a very pretty little twink, but what did you do to make them hate you?"
"I have magic," Harry bitterly replied as he tried hard not to react in any way to Barty's touching. "They think I'm a freak."
"They are muggles?!" Barty gasped out, though it was something he already knew because Harry had told 'Cedric' so. Harry miserably nodded then twitched when Barty stroked the prostate the way Harry liked it. "Aye, I can believe your story a lot better now. A lot of muggleborns and half bloods are badly treated when one or both parents are muggles. I don't have anything against muggles since I'm not a dark wizard, but facts are facts." He paused and jiggled his right leg a little to make Harry's penis bounce. "You are getting hard just from this? Is it the finger or the spanking? You know I'm barely doing anything sexual to your back door, it's just very slick and warm inside and I'm trying to guess how many people came in you tonight. Care to share?"
Barty felt Harry grip his thigh on both sides of himself as he shook his head no. A sob was loudly choked out a second later, then the boy began to cry again.
"That embarrassed are you?" Barty gently sighed as he pulled out his finger and gave the boy's rear a comforting pat. "Don't worry lad, I won't send you off to bed unhappy. Are you read to begin counting now?"
Harry sobbed harder and tried to lower his butt even as he nodded a yes, but Barty let it pass. He firmly brought his hand down on Harry's butt. "One!" Harry choked out though a snotty noise. "Two-o-ooo," the second one was hiccupped out. "Three! F-four! FIVE!"
With the last one coming out as a pained shout, Barty began to rub circles on Harry's red arse. Harry quivered since it made the stinging burn spread out like wildfire, but Barty made shushing noised. "I'm letting you have a small break," he said in a tone that let Harry know he was doing him a favor. "You did very good getting halfway there this time. Just keep it up when we do the last half, okay?"
"O-okay," the boy agreed as he continued his hard crying. "I'm sorry professor, I won't lie again."
"I know you are sorry," Barty practically coo'ed as he put his hands under Harry's armpits to lift him up and was easily able to place the pliant boy in his lap. Harry hunched forward to continue to hide his face, and Barty arranged Harry's legs so they hung down off the side of his which forced Harry into a spread open position. "You need to finish your punishment so you don't forget the lesson, but I'm not doing this out of anger, okay? You just need a firm lesson so we don't have to do it again in the future. Do you want me to ease your pain a bit?"
Harry nodded, and Barty wrapped his arms around the kid's soft belly, slid his hands up the smooth torso, then gently pulled Harry back against his chest. The Gryffindor didn't seem to notice how the new position had his hard little penis jutting straight up and Barty doubted that Harry even realized he was hard, but the boy did jerk as he let out a startled cry when Barty to it in his right hand, and it only took a small squeeze to make Harry immediately stop fighting.
"Look at you, you're getting hard from being spanked," Barty growled into Harry's ear. The boy was either disgusted or shocked enough that he had stopped crying, but he did flinch and what Barty was implying as he rubbed his calloused hand all over it and began to pinch Harry's nipple with the other. "And you've stopped crying. Your arse is probably dribbling its mess all over my pants, but that's fine since you seem to be appreciating this. You do like it, right?" Harry gave a small jerky nod since he was agreeing out of fear, and Barty darted his tongue out to lick the back of Harry's neck. "You are such a little whore, getting off on your punishments and having things up your arse. I've already said I won't use your arse because it's filthy at the moment with who knows how many people's come, but I am expecting you to use your mouth. You know how, right?" Harry shuddered and gave one reluctant nod as he continued to watch Barty's hand stroke him. "Yeah, that's what I thought. They are all swollen up right now from however many other blowjobs you gave out today, you naughty little twink."
"What does twink mean?" Harry quietly asked as he continued to remain stiff. "You said that earlier. Is it a bad word like slut?"
"None of them are bad words, Harry," Barty coo'ed as he nuzzled the back of Harry's ear. He stuck his tongue out to lick it when there hadn't been a reaction, and this time he got another small jerk like Harry wanted to get away but was making himself stay. "Slut just means you like sex a lot, but a lot of people do. Whore is where you use sex to exchange favors or payments, and that is what you are doing with me tonight. A twink is a man that looks younger or smaller than he actually should be, and that also describes you because of what those muggles did. If they are really that awful to you, I can take you to my home for the summer."
Harry began to shake and Barty could almost hear the silent whimpers. "Professor Dumbledore says I have to go back t-to them," Harry said as clearly as he could despite the panic attack he was silently having. "I can't."
"We just won't tell anyone then, lad," Barty reassured. The boy in his lap was as tense as a bow string about to be released, and he pinched the nipple he had been rolling around his his finger which made the kid gasp out in surprise. "Such delicate little nipples. I'd take good care of you - no cupboards or chores or anything. We would just have fun like we are now. Wouldn't you like that?"
He began to suck on Harry's neck, and Harry gave up control of his body to avoid answering the question. He took advantage of the warm doll in his lap to layer on more hickies with deliberately wet sounds, and when Harry still didn't come after a few minutes, he slid his other hand down to rub the perineum under the boy's balls as he stroked. It was something that 'Cedric' had not done, and it made Harry gasp as his hips jerked up.
"That's a good lad, nobody likes having a dead fish that just lies there in bed even if they are pretty little twinks," Barty groaned into Harry's ear. "Chase your pleasure, Harry. You don't need to be shy with me, I've seen it all."
Harry didn't respond at first, but he slipped his fingers further back to push two inside the hole and the boy hissed in pain for a split second. Barty made him choke on that hiss when he curled his fingers at the right spot, but they both knew it a cry of pleasure had nearly escaped.
"Come on, make your happy little noises without fear, Harry," Barty purred. "I want to hear you enjoying this, and if you are worried about being overheard, I put up protections. If you give me a good show, I will even forget about the last half of your spankings. Or continue them if that is what you want."
"S-spank me please, professor," Harry whined out as Barty forced him to begin writhing with pleasure. "I want to be spanked."
"I knew you liked it," Barty chuckled. He knew Harry had just begged because he would have preferred the spanking to the pleasure, but the boy should have paid a tiny bit more attention to his wording. "I can't blame all those people that used you today - you're just gagging for anything. Alright, I'll keep spanking you after you come. You're more needy than a street prostitute pretends to be."
Harry sobbed and moaned at the same time. Barty was proud he had just made Harry's mind and body conflict with a large amount of pleasure and misery at the same time, so he began to flex his hips to bounce the boy in his lap to abuse the prostate better. Harry squirmed and tried to close his legs, but Barty's hands were already where they needed to be so the thighs clamped down on his left wrist when Harry began to make pained sounds as he came dry.
Harry had his head on Barty's right shoulder and his thighs around Barty's hips, and those were the two main spots supporting the boy's weight when he grabbed Bart's right wrist to push it away at the same time that his body bowed up against that fist. He was able to see how Harry's eyes were screwed shut, his mouth was in the shape of a perfect O, and the rest of his expression was twisted with pain with this position. Barty strained his neck to twist his head so he could lick the tears off the lashes on the left eye as he continued to milk the prostate, but the small genitals were cupped.
Harry stopped trying to push away the hand that had been stroking and held on instead as he dropped back down into Barty's lap. Barty sucked on the boy's ear for a couple seconds which had Harry spread his thighs apart and began to ride the fingers up his arse with quiet mewling sounds. "Nnn, no professor," he whined as he dug his nails into Barty's right arm and squirmed.
"Ssshh, I didn't mean to hurt you," he coo'ed without stopping the forced anal orgasms. "I'll leave your little penis alone. You look so cute riding the fingers in your boy pussy and loving it like you were made to be used. Turn your head and give me a kiss as a thank you and I'll resume your spanking."
Harry suffered the pleasure torture for a few more seconds of squirming to try to stop his body from grinding down, then he turned his face and Barty saw a look of disgust with the eyes still squeezed shut and the mouth open in offering. Barty rapaciously stuck his tongue down the boy's throat and swallowed the moans, and he didn't stop despoiling the mouth in the most disgusting and slobbery way until Harry was bucking his hips in an effort to get some air. He pulled his fingers out at the same time that he allowed Harry to begin breathing, and the kid began to grind his ass against Barty's upper thigh when the fresh oxygen intensified the like couple seconds of pleasure.
"Clean this," he demanded as he put his fingers in Harry's mouth to wipe the slop off on his tongue, and it made Harry gag and bite down. Barty gave a yelp of pain which startled Harry into releasing his fingers since the sound was right in his ear, and Barty immediately grabbed his face in a way to keep his mouth open and growled. "How dare you bite me when I just helped you come even though you made a mess all over my lap!" he scolded in an angry tone as he shook the boy's face around. Harry's whines of pain were muffled as he kid let go of his left arm to claw at the back of the hand forcing his jaws open, and Barty squeezed the boy's genitals that he had been cupping. Harry's muffled wails became higher in pitch and he stopped scrabbling at Barty's hand and held on to the wrist. "You were even rubbing your arse against my leg like a bitch trying to get an itch out of her bum, you slut! You should have sucked my fingers clean to show your gratitude since it's your own damned mess!"
Barty let go of both his holds, and when Harry leaned forward over his lap to vomit on the floor, he pushed Harry forward off his lap which made him land in it. "Disgusting, Potter," Barty growled as he leaned forward to watch the boy roll over to resume his throwing up. The anger was 70% show since he had half expected his finger to be bitten since he knew the boy needed to get sick from the kiss, but made Harry tremble in fear as he continued being sick. "My lap and now my floor? If the stuff that was in your ass makes you so sick, what makes you think I want you wiping it all over me? Back away and I'll clean it and you up, then you are going to beg for my forgiveness and give me some sexual offers to pick from."
Harry wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he cowered back when Barty pulled out his wand, but all Barty did was cast a scourgify over the area, the mess in his lap, and the shaking boy. "I'm sorry professor please please forgive me," Harry choked out after he swallowed down another gag. "I couldn't stop it though I tried to! I swear I will never bite you again, and I only did it out of reflex!"
"Tsk, still unable to beg, Potter?" Barty asked in a scathing tone as he leaned back to open his pants. "Get over here and use your mouth while you think about what I told you before, slut."
Harry continued to tremble as he uncurled himself, then he crawled forward the necessary few feet. Barty spread open his legs to give the boy some room, then he fished his cock out.
Madeye Moody had scars everywhere, and his genitals were no exception since there were many dirty fighters amongst dark witches and wizards. Barty had been taken aback the first time he had had to go to the loo, but Harry stared at the gruesome and twisted thing with morbid fascination even as his face lost all color. There were burn scars, it was crooked from an injury that had chopped it off halfway then healed back on badly, one of the scrotums was missing, and the head looked almost like a dragonpox scar. Harry speechlessly looked up at him with huge eyes that were obviously asking several things at the same time, and Barty shrugged even as he gave a grim smile that he knew twisted this face into something that didn't look quite human.
"There are witches out there that know some pretty nasty spells," he explained. "Some, like Bellatrix Lestrange, gleefully use them to fight dirty, but originally spells that target your genitals were created by people who had been ill used. All of it is illegal so it is usually spread through word of mouth by dark witches. No, it doesn't hurt, yes, there is a lot of lost feeling, yes, it is very difficult to make it hard which is why my prick has been soft this whole time even though you were pretty sexy until you bit me. I want you to suck, and if there is even a hint of teeth, I will vanish them so you can't do it again then have you take a bit of skelegrow before you leave."
Harry nervously licked his lips as he glanced fearfully down to the penis, back up to Bart's eyes, then down again. "I won't bite," he whispered in terror, then he shuffled forward and began to lick just as he had taught Harry to do as Cedric. He buried his hands in Harry's messy hair and held it so the boy would not be able to raise it again.
Barty gave out small sighs of pleasure over the course of an hour as he alternated between letting Harry suck and fucking the mouth. He didn't know the actual length of the cock and hadn't even know if it could work at all, but he guessed that it wasn't more than four inches since the boy only choked when he would grind that face down while thrusting up specifically to rub the head against the back of the throat once he finally did get hard. He made Harry work on getting over his gag reflexes as he continued to do that, and it took half an hour before he finally came.
"Has anyone ever told you you would be a good cockwarmer?" he asked, then leered when Harry looked away out of embarrassment and scrubbed at his mouth with the back of his wrist. "Have you decided on what to beg for?" Harry shook his head no without looking up. "Then I'll give you two options. Detentions where I have you as a cock warmer while I grade papers or conduct class. For the latter you would be giving me one or two of your free periods each week and will be using your mouth while sitting under my desk and for the former you would just be sitting in my lap so don't let anyone come up your arse on those days. The other option is letting me hold your balls until the end of the year."
Harry looked up with confusion since Barty had deliberately made the first option onerous and the second one simple. "Just hold them, sir?" he asked, and Barty nodded. "Then you can do that."
Barty stood up and pointed at his chair. "Sit with your legs open," he commanded, and Harry stiffly got off his knees though it did take him a couple attempts to do so. He looked relieved as he dropped into the chair, closed his eyes to relax from the pain, and spread his legs apart. Barty pulled out his wand and cast a castration spell that would painlessly remove them but still allow them to be reattached later, then he carefully picked up the bloodless bit as he admired the smooth skin under the penis. "I'll just put them away real quick."
Harry opened his eyes then looked horrified as he saw was Barty was beginning to wrap in a clean handkerchief. He jerks his eyes down, made a weird sound that conveyed a wordless confusion and panic, then he began to rub at it like he thought maybe they were just invisible. Barty turned away so he could put them in a sanitized jar and smirked, but it only took two steps for the boy to speak up and say "Wait!" which made him school his expression before he turned around. "Those are... mine?" Barty gave Harry a polite look of confusion as he nodded. "But... I thought you meant touch not... This."
"How else would you have expected me to hold them all year?" he asked in an are-you-an-idiot voice. "I thought you were a smart kid, but you're actually pretty dumb. That will have to change when I take you home with me."
He turned back around. "Shouldn't I ask Professor Dumbledore for permission?" Harry quickly asked in a voice laced with hidden distress. "I mean, I am glad you are offering, sir, but Dumbledore said-"
"He is the headmaster of a school," Barty reminded Harry as he unscrewed the jar he had grabbed to carefully deposit the little package. "He has no say in your placement. Only you have a say since your real guardians are muggles, and do you think they would be able to find you?"
"They wouldn't even look," Harry said in a bitter tone as he looked down. "They hate me, but there is a blood protection which is why I have to stay there."
"Bah, I have safehouses even You-Know-Who wouldn't be able to find," Barty said in a dismissive tone as he turned around and pocketed the jar. "Get dressed and I'll escort you to your dorms since it is so late. If anyone stops us, I went to return the egg that was stolen by Peeves to you, and you wanted to talk about the types of curses dark wizards and witches might use to fight. I used a medical spell on you, not a curse - that is why it was completely painless and can be put back on you after. I wanted to give you a kinder solution to your begging so you should thank me- you don't like coming with your penis, so now you can enjoy all the butt play you want with others. Doesn't that make you happy?"
Harry tried and failed to smile, then he stood up and skittered towards his clothes with his hands covering the area Barty had modified. "Thank you, professor," he said in a dull tone, and the first thing he threw on was his cloak to try to hide his body, but Barty could see through it and how Harry started desperately searching for his balls again. "I just... it's strange?"
"I imagine it does feel strange, but it will keep you a pretty little twink longer," Barty explained in an indulgent tone like he was giving Harry something the boy would want as he watched the boy's ass when he bent over to put on underwear and then pant. "You won't have near as much testosterones without them so it will bring your puberty nearly to a stop until I put them back on. I can do that for you at my home over the Yule break, though it's fine if you don't want them back at all. I won't be a teacher so I can avoid the curse, but I'll spoil you with Christmas presents as long as you are a good boy. Definitely new clothes, too. Actually, come by Saturday evening and I will have some clothes for you. The ones you have now are practically rags, and it's a shame nobody has shopped for you, boy. I'm sure you will attract a few other people when you look good for some more playmates."
Harry looked sick as his head popped out of the pajamas top he had pulled on and turned around. "It's okay, you don't need to buy me anything, professor," Harry hastily said with a weak smile. "I like my clothes!"
"Really?" Barty asked in a skeptical tone, and Harry vehemently nodded as he made his eyes a little bigger to try and look believable. "Well, I'm not keeping a ragamuffin so you'll be wearing nicer clothes at the house, but I guess there is an appeal to the 'lost waif' look if you like people that are a little rough or demanding. You followed my orders pretty well, but make sure you work on your begging. Grab your egg and let's go."