Sebastian didn’t quite know what landed him in this situation. Well, he did know, he just didn’t quite expect this reaction from his uncle. He brought his hand up to his now bruising cheek as he looked up at his uncle, who at this moment of time, looked more like a monster. “I have told you over and over again, Sebastian, there is no way to heal your sister!” His uncle yelled, although at this moment it sounded so far away that it was barely above a whisper. “You….you hit me.” Sebastian stated the obvious, tears unwillingly swelling up in his eyes. Sure, he and his uncle had always had a shaky relationship, but Solomon had not once laid a hand on him, and he honestly never thought he would. “And I will do it again if you keep acting stupid, boy!” Solomon raised a hand threateningly and Sebastian flinched, curling in on himself as if he were a small animal. Solomon seemed satisfied with that reaction, a huff of a breath that sounded like a laugh coming out of him.
“Are you finally done wasting time? Believing that there is any way of saving your sister?” Sebastian scowled at the comment, eyes flickering between his uncle and the door of his sisters’ room, where she was currently napping. “I will never stop trying to save her. I don’t care that you have given up hope, but I won’t!” Even though every thought in his head told him not to, to just give in and accept the truth, he wouldn’t. His uncle could hit him as many times as he wanted to, and he would take it for Anne.
Solomon’s eyes narrowed and before Sebastian could react, he was tugged towards his uncles’ bedroom by his school robes and thrown onto the bed as if he were nothing but a doll. Solomon cast a quick spell towards the door to close it and lock it before he was on Sebastian, holding him to the bed by his tiny wrists. “Wha-what are you doing?” Sebastian felt breathless under his uncle’s weight, ever so slightly trying to tug his wrists from Solomon’s grasp. “If even a hit can’t get you to shut up, boy, I think I know what will.” Then Solomon’s free hand was on his nephew’s waist, tugging his wand from his pocket and throwing it across the room so he wouldn’t be able to get to it. “Hey! You cant do tha-“ Sebastian was quickly shut up when he felt his uncles mouth on his neck, his beard scratching the sensitive skin there. He squeaked when he felt teeth graze against his skin, before they bit in, causing him to cry out. “Be quiet. You don’t want Anne to hear, do you?” Solomon whispered out harshly, his nephew’s blood on his lips.
Sebastian forced himself to quiet down, eyes watering as he stared up at the ceiling. “U-Uncle Solomon…please…stop…” His own voice sounded foreign to him, quiet and pitched to an octave he didn’t think he could reach. He has never heard himself sound…scared. That was something that Sebastian had prided himself in; nothing ever scared him. But right now, he could only describe himself as scared. Terrified even.
Sebastian was snapped out of his thoughts by Solomon tugging off his school robe, along with hiking his school vest up and over his head before he could fight back. “Wait-what are you doing? Stop!” Sebastian hated how his voice cracked. He struggled as Solomon tried to unbutton his shirt, only to have a soft spell being whispered next to his ear and his hands pinned to the bed by magic, giving his uncle the space to work. “You need to stop fighting this. It’ll be over sooner the less you fight.” Solomon said with a huff, giving up on the boys’ shirt to move down to his pants, quickly undoing them and tugging them down his slim legs. Sebastian had grown since his uncle had taken him in. He used to be short and covered in cute baby fat, especially his little freckled cheeks, but now, Sebastian had grown into be quite the young man, with his stomach thinning out and his muscles slowly starting to come in. He still was quite youthful though, especially when Solomon saw there wasn’t a line of hair running down into the boys’ undergarments.
“P-please…don’t do this…hit me again if you have to punish me, but please don’t do this…” Solomon glanced up to meet his nephews' terrified eyes as he slowly tugged down his underwear, fully revealing the boy to himself. Sebastian only could close his eyes and hide his face into his shoulder, too humiliated to even try to beg anymore. He felt as his uncle grabbed and groped at his hips and ass, getting a feel for the boy he was about to violate.
“God…you’re going to feel so good around me..” Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut more, wishing he could cover his ears, so he didn’t have to hear his quiet sobs and his uncles’ disgusting words. Solomon hummed as he finally took his hands off the boy, moving to undo his own pants and tug them down along with his underwear, taking himself into his hand. He was already mostly hard, only a few quick jerks of his hand and he was ready for his nephew.
Sebastian sobbed as he was picked up and flipped onto his stomach, his ass getting groped by his uncles’ huge hands. He didn’t want this, but no matter how many times he squeaked it out, his uncle ignored him. He whined when he felt Solomon against him, hating that there was barely any slickness to help ease the pain. “P-please…its g-gonna hurt…please..” Solomon only shook his head at his nephews’ cries, one of his big hands gripping the boys’ tiny waist while the other one helped guide himself into the tight hole in front of him.
Sebastian shrieked, voice high and broken, when his uncle pushed in, at this point not caring if even the whole village heard him. He just wanted someone to come save him from this hellish punishment. He felt his uncle push in more, earning another cry from the boys’ mouth. It hurt so bad. It felt like someone had cast Crucio on him.
After a few moments, Solomon had completely pushed into his nephew, barely even giving the boy time to adjust before he started moving his hips. The boy was unbelievably tight, and for a moment Solomon thought he really should’ve used some kind of lube, but then Sebastian let out the most perfect little sob and he knew that it was a better punishment this way. He picked up his pace rather quickly, his hands gripping at his nephews’ sides as he pounded into him. Sebastian could only lay there and sob, his body like jelly in his uncles’ hands.
After what had felt like forever, Sebastian felt his uncles’ thrusts get more erratic and he just hoped and prayed that it meant his uncle would be done soon. He could hear him grunting behind him, and after a few more painful thrusts he felt his uncle pumping him full, drawing a few more whines and whimpers from his lips. “I’ve wanted to do that since you got here. You’ve always been such a brat…needed to put you in your place.” Solomon sighed and pulled out of his nephew, watching as his come leaked out of him, it turning a light pink as it mixed with the boys blood.
“I'm going to check in on Anne now. Come out when you’re ready, and no more talking nonsense.” Solomon hummed, fixing himself pact into his pants before walking over to the door. And with that Sebastian was left lying on his uncles’ bed, his legs collapsing under him as he cried.