Harry's eyes widened in shock at the sight of Vernon's cock. "B-But...but it's icky." he said, starting to tremble as he tightly shut his eyes. It was so strange seeing his uncle like this. And lick it? Why would he lick it?
Vernon slapped Harry sharply. "Don't ever insult someone's manhood like that, Boy! Now on your knees, give it a lick. Unless you want me to punish you." He knew he'd always told the boy that touching down there was a sin, but he was too determined to care much, now.
Harry screamed as he was slapped, reaching up to clutch his cheek. "Y-Yes, Uncle Vernon..." he said, bottom lip trembling as he sank down to his knees. It was so gross, looking at Vernon like this. Still, he had to do it. Hesitantly he leaned forward, tongue stuck out as he gently licked across the tip.
Vernon shivered as Harry licked the very tip. "Mmm... Like that, but do it like you mean it, Boy," he urged, placing a hand on Harry's head and beginning to rub, petting his hair to try and assure him. He needed Harry to feel better about it so he would do it right.
Harry looked up at Vernon, tears in his eyes as he gave a few more licks. It didn't taste bad, just like skin but he couldn't understand why his uncle was wanting him to do this.
"Mmm, you're doing so well, Harry," Vernon moaned softly, threading his fingers through Harry's hair and stroking his cheek with the other hand. "It feels great, Harry, you're doing great. Now try and put it in your mouth. If it doesn't fit that's okay, but do your best, try," he urged, hips rolling forth slightly.
Harry wasn't sure why he had to put it in his mouth did as he was told, opening his mouth and taking in just the tip of Vernon's cock. He was breathing heavily through his nose, trying not to gag.
Vernon groaned, shivering and holding Harry's head with both hands. "H-hands, use your hands, Bou," he ordered, desperately trying not to thrust in and break his jaw off. "Move your head and massage it with your hands," he instructed, gulping.
Harry did as Vernon told him to do, bringing his hands up and grasping Vernon's cock at the base as he began to slightly move his head up and down, tears running down his cheeks.
"Why are you crying, Harry?" Vernon murmured, moaning and pushing Harry off of his cock and stroking his cheek. "Don't cry, Harry, don't cry... I can make you feel good too, you know. But you have to make me feel good first," he told him. "Now keep your mouth wide and try not to clench your jaw."
"I-It's icky, I-I don't understand why I hafta lick it." Harry sobbed, rubbing his eyes. He didn't want to feel good, he just wanted Vernon to stop all this, stop being mad and go back to being himself.
"It's not icky," he snapped, glaring at Harry and pushing his head into his crotch. "Come on, put it in your mouth, lad."
Harry nodded, opening his mouth again and taking in the tip, lightly sucking on it and trying to get Vernon to calm down. Vernon moaned, unable to keep himself from bucking forth this time
Harry yelped as Vernon's cock hit the back of his throat and before he could stop himself he had bitten down against the intrusion.
Vernon shouted out and shoved Harry away. "D-dammit, Boy, ow!" he exclaimed, clutching at his crotch. "F-fuck... Boy, how fucking dare you!" He struck Harry sharply, an idea coming to mind. "This warrants a very harsh punishment." He turned to his bedside table and opened the drawer, until he pulled out a small switch blade. "Come here, Boy."
Harry screamed as he was hit, falling down to the floor as he clutching his cheek. "I-I'm sorry Uncle Vernon, I'm sorry; it was an accident." he sobbed, curling up in the fetal position as he saw the knife in Vernon's hand.
Vernon growled and grabbed Harry's wrist, yanking him up. "Open your eyes, Boy. You need to face your punishment, or you'll get worse- and I'll kill the dog." He wouldn't actually. As mean as he could be, he couldn't just kill an innocent dog. He'd just ship it off to the pound or something.
Harry was visibly trembling now as he opened his eyes, tears running down his face in fear. "N-No...no please, Uncle Vernon, don't kill him, he didnt' do anything wrong." he begged, not wanting that to happen.
Vernon felt a little guilty about what he was about to do, but he had to teach the boy a lesson- not to mention it definitely felt <I>good</I> to put Harry in his place. He made sure Harry kept his eye open before he stabbed the tip of the knife under it and slashed violently downward to his jaw.
Harry had not been expecting that, a loud ear-piercing scream escaping him as his cheek was sliced open. Blood and tears ran down his face as he fell down to the floor, clutching his face as he trembled, wetting himself in a mixture of pain and fear.
Vernon was busy wiping the blood off of his knife, placing it on the bedside table and putting the knife away. "Ugh... You went and soiled yourself. Bloody well can't even keep it in..." And all over his good sheets. He took a corner of the blanket, and started to wipe at the blood and tears over Harry's face. "You're supposed to be a big boy, Harry. Big boys don't wet the sheets."
Harry couldn't even form any coherent sentences to reply with, still screaming and sobbing in pain as his Harry was dabbed at. He couldn't believe Vernon had actually done this and couldn't figure out why.
Ugh, his nephew's screaming was killing his stiffy... "Shut up," he snapped, striking Harry harshly, "It'll heal." He got up and frowned, gripping his cock. "Do I need to punish you again?" If need be, that tea he'd drank earlier that day.
It would heal? Was Vernon telling the truth? "P-Please...it hurts, Uncle Vernon." he sobbed, curling up again as he saw Vernon grip his cock.
Vernon groaned and rolled his eyes. "Like I said, it will heal. You think you're the first naughty little boy to lose a little blood?" He grabbed Harry's wrist and yanked him so he sat up properly. "Now you must be parched... Open your mouth."
Harry couldn't understand why Vernon was being so mean. Normally the other ignored him; it didn't make any sense. "P-Please...please, Uncle Vernon, you're being mean." he sobbed, shaking his head.
"Shut up and open your mouth," Vernon growled, reaching over to smack Harry's bloody cheek rather roughly. "If you can do this successfully I'll let you see the dog again."
Harry nodded, still scared of Vernon's earlier threat as he opened his mouth, trembling as he closed his eyes, thinking he was going to have to lick the other again.
As soon as Harry's mouth was open wide again, Vernon took aim and gripped Harry's jaw, keeping it open before he let loose a stream of urine, making sure to get all of it in Harry's mouth. And he wasn't about to just let him spit it all out either.
Harry tried to do just that, though, attempting to get his head out of Vernon's grip as he was blasted with urine. It was so disgusting, he refused t swallow as it ran down his chin.
"Dammit, Boy..." Vernon finished up and shut Harry's mouth forcefully. "If you don't swallow I'm killing the dog- and I'll make you watch," he snapped, covering Harry's mouth with his hand and glaring down at him. "Swallow it, you fucking little piss slut. I've had it to just about here with you."
Even though it was really disgusting Harry, he didn't want the dog killed. He managed to swallow up all the piss in his mouth, gagging and choking as he did, sobbing even more.
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