He was Broken by Bellatrix

Something had definitively changed after that day. He had noticed how even the smallest things were becoming pleasurable to him. The feel of the girly silky clothes he wore, the way men would leer after his body as he passed by them, the brief touches from his Mistress, even simply obeying her was just feeling great. An ever quieter part of him knew it was related to the potions he had been fed, hell, might still be fed, but as he couldn't do anything about it he was not even bothering to fight it anymore, preferring to surrender to the constant enjoyment instead.

Any thoughts he had about adapting to the pink plug had disappeared, he had come to both love and hate it at the same time. He was always aware of it when he moved, constantly teasing and stimulating him, yet impossible for him to touch, so he could never use it push himself over the limit.

Harry found himself loving the way it shifted within him as he walked in his stiletto heels, eagerly rolling his hips in a way that made his ass look like an escort looking for a sugar daddy. Naturally his behavior prompted a lot of groping and lewd comments by the men visiting the manor, yet even that was turning him on these days. Not because he lusted after them per se, but because being considered sexy was something he strived after in the hopes of pleasing his Mistress.

It was not much a surprise when Mistress Bellatrix caught him with his dress pulled over his waist, standing bent over in his stockings and high heels, rubbing the plug against the corner of a table like a wanton whore. That had lead to a prompt and painful spanking, yet some part of him noted that she seemed strangely pleased over the whole thing.

Even his attraction to her had increased exponentially. He had tried to keep up his hate for her, yet it was proving impossible, how do you hate someone who you lust after? Someone who made you hard by simply walking past you? Her opinion suddenly mattered, he wanted to please her, he wanted her to consider him a good girl.

Mistress Bellatrix had started to demand blowjobs multiple times per day, often forcing him to kneel under the table and service her as she worked on some sort of letters or what might have been spell research. It was one of the first things he had to do when she came home after spending time outside the manor.

Harry put everything into pleasing and sucking her, in fact receiving plenty of compliments about his improving oral skills, something that made a warm fuzz grow in his belly. She had mostly stopped feeding him normal food as well, not that he minded, he was rarely hungry these days, nothing could come close to tasting as amazing as her thick creamy cum. His favorite past time was when he could just sit and worship her amazing cock for hours as they lounged in front of the fire place.

But even with his servitude she was for some reason clearly upset with him, as he had not been given any release for a whole three days. Harry had no idea what he did, but the sheer lust in his mind was driving him insane. He could barely even sleep, waking up every fifteen minutes with a painful erection twitching in the cock cage.

He had tried his best to make up whatever he had messed up to her, making sure his make-up was made to perfection, ensuring that his stockings and dress sat perfectly, obeying any of her orders without a seconds hesitation, yet she had not even given him a hint of what he had done. He was actually becoming **** enough to ask her, even while knowing that prying was a sure way of receiving a painful spanking.

"Holly,” the commanding voice echoed from her bedroom, making him snap out of his boring cleaning.

"Coming Mistress!" he replied, walking to her as quickly as he could in his stiletto heels. Mistress Bellatrix seemed amused by how slow and helpless the heels made him, enjoying watching him attempt to run in them. He entered her lavish bedroom, standing at attention with his hands behind his back as he waited for her order.

Her brown eyes seemed to study him for a moment, something cold and calculating flashing through the intelligent witch as she slowly allowed her lips to quirk in a half-smile. Her wand flashed out almost faster than his eyes could see, closing and locking the door behind him. He swallowed nervously, wondering what she intended to do to him.

"Holly, I'm going to give you a chance to make up your mistakes to me today." She snapped, parting her robes at the waist, exposing her black lingerie clad tight body. She gestured towards her crotch where a familiar bulge was already straining against her panties. Harry didn't ask what mistake he was making up for, he had quickly learned that if she didn't mention it, it wasn't his place to pry. Instead he quickly bent between her long legs, briefly admiring the thigh high black leather boots she wore before he helped free her considerable package.

As always her musk hit him hard, making him feel lightheaded and suddenly parched. He wet his lips as he quickly closed the distance with the tip of her cock, sucking in the hardening meat into his mouth, moaning around the familiar taste that slowly flooded his taste buds. It hardened quickly under his skillful tongue, letting him swallow it deep into his throat, slurping loudly as it moved down his slick gullet.

He had no idea how long he spent there on his knees, worshipping her cock as he pumped his head, sucking and licking to coax her delicious cream out of her fat meatstick, before he suddenly felt her hand on his forehead, pushing him off her thick spermcannon.

He opened his eyes, panting loudly while a questioning look entered his eyes, she had never interrupted him before.

"I'm pleased with how much better you have been behaving lately Holly."

He smiled, compliments from her made him feel amazing.

"That's why this one time you'll get to be a very lucky girl, because I'm going to give you a wish." Her eyes bored into his. "You can wish for absolutely anything you want and I promise you it will be granted!"