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With a muffled sob Sebastian fell to the floor, gripping his bloody arm in pain. Gustav loomed over him with not a hint of emotion other than disapproval.
“Get up, boy. We’re not done. I can't believe you humiliated me like that at the concert.”
“F-father, please, it wasn’t me! It was the other idiot viol-”
Sebastian cried out in pain again as Gustav grabbed him roughly by his short hair and pulled him to a standing position before shoving him towards the big oak desk in his study.
“Do NOT lie to me, Sebastian. I’m no fool and my ears still work well. I could pinpoint any of your mistakes even among a hundred other fools.”
Sebastian just held his arm and cowered against the desk, submitting to the taller man. How could he even tell? He and the other person were right next to each other, no one else even noticed the mistake even Lydia hadn’t seemed to notice. Did he even make a mistake, he wondered. Perhaps his father has gone too long without punishing him and needed an excuse to degrade Sebastian yet again, keeping him in a state of fear. His father suddenly stroked his cheek so gently it was comforting, then he cupped his face, forcing Sebastian to make eye contact. He seemed to have an almost sad look.
“You’ve forced my hand, Sebastian. Denying your mistake? Lying? The ruler simply will not be able to teach you the lesson I need to.”
Sebastian's eyes went wide, knowing exactly where this was going. He fell to his knees, grabbing onto his father’s pants leg as Gustav looked down at him in disgust at his behavior.
“Please, father no, please I’m sorry. I'm so sorry, Father, please forgive me- I was an idiot! I was a fool, I admit it! I made the mistake. Please, show mercy on me.”
Gustav kicked Sebastian's hand off of his pant leg as he grabbed his injured arm and pulled him up causing a new bout of tears to well up in Sebastian's eyes.
“Take your punishment with your head held high. You’re my son, my blood! You may be useless, but you’re still a Shvagenbagen! We do not beg like sniveling toddlers. Now strip.”
Sebastian began to shiver as he wrapped his arms around himself tightly, shaking his head pathetically. He flinched as his father suddenly slammed his hand down on the desk, getting very close to his face. He just sat there, quietly waiting for his father to speak.
“Don’t be be dumb, boy, don’t make this harder for me now strip.”
Sebastian nodded silently and began to slowly unbutton his suit, removing it all until he was in just his loose undershirt, his soft member exposed to his father who studied him like an insect on display. Sebastian wanted to cover himself so badly- to do anything to escape the gaze of his father.
“All of it.”
Sebastian hesitated a moment, but the glare from his father made him hurry up and pull off the final piece of clothing, revealing his frail body. His father ran a hand up his side feeling all his ribs.
“I suppose I can’t make you skip dinner tonight. Do I really have to watch you like a child and make sure you eat all your food?”
Sebastian stayed silent, knowing whatever he could say would be the wrong answer. His father took him by the shoulders and laid him down on the desk, probably the most gentle thing he’s done since the punishment began. Sebastian was just grateful the desk was clear this time so nothing dug into his back painfully.
“I think we need to begin some new lessons other than music, you’ve gotten out of hand lately. I must nip this problem in the bud before it blossoms into an ugly flower. Let's start with an introduction shall we?”
He spread Sebastian's legs open, revealing himself fully to his father. Sebastian couldn’t make eye contact, turning his head away flushing in shame as his father began rubbing his thighs.
“Don’t cry.”
Sebastian looked up at him, wondering what in the world he meant when suddenly the ruler came slamming down on his thigh painfully. He bit his tongue to hold back the cry of anguish. His father wasted no time hitting him over and over again all along his thighs, causing welts and thin bloody cuts to appear over time. Sebastian did his best to choke back his sobs, fearing what he would do if he cried out.
By the time his father was done abusing both of his thighs his vision was blurry and his head felt light from holding back so much. He didn’t dare look down to see what damage was done to them. He couldn’t help but sigh in relief as his father set the ruler down next to his head signaling that part of the punishment was over. He tensed up abruptly hearing the all too familiar sound of his fathers pants being unzipped.
He finally looked down to watch with a defeated look as his father pulled his already hard cock out of his pants. He laid his head back and stared at the ceiling wanting, wishing to be anywhere but here in his father’s study. He thought of Chive and hoped his friend wouldn’t be too disappointed he wouldn’t make it to the practice tonight.
“I will admit the one thing you do correctly is take my cock Sebastian. I would call you a whore, but everytime I enter you it feels just like the first time I did.”
Sebastian just hiccuped a sob out in response as his father didn’t waste any time to thrust his cock inside his hole. Not even bothering to stretch his son with his fingers to make the process easier on him. Sebastian grit his teeth as his father began thrusting in and out of him, not caring how bad it stung for Sebastian. Eventually though the pain begins to turn into pleasure just like it always does.
Sebastian put an arm over his face trying to hide as much as he could, embarrassed that his once soft cock began to grow as his father fucked his unprepared hole. No matter how hard Sebastian tried or how hard he wished for it, it always ended this way, his father hurting and abusing him but yet his body betrayed him and began to enjoy the abuse.
Suddenly his arm is grabbed and pinned to the desk so he could no longer hide from his father’s stare. He just stares up as his father looms over him, blocking out the light. His breath hitched as he caught a moan in his mouth as the larger man fucked him harder thrusting in and out of him faster causing Sebastian to be flooded with pleasure he didn’t want.
“Please, father….Please….”
‘Please what?’ Sebastian wondered. ‘Please stop? Please fuck me harder so the punishment ends quicker?’ Either way it wouldn’t matter, his father wouldn’t listen. He just cried silently, continuing his useless pleas over and over. Gustav didn’t bother to reply, instead he tightened his grip on they boy’s wrists as he began picking up speed and setting a brutal pace, showing no mercy as he fucked into him relentlessly.
With the rapid speed of his father's thrusts it didn't take long before Sebastian's eyes went wide and his back arched up and away from the desk as he let out a whorish moan.
“Please! Father! I-I”
He can’t even finish his sentence as he cums all over his stomach- his father showing no signs of slowing down as he fucks him through his orgasm. Sebastian knew he wouldn’t stop, but he was so tender and quickly became over-stimulated as Gustav continued on with the abuse. He couldn’t help but cry at the fact he came. It was disgusting how his body reacted, but even he couldn’t ignore the part of him that enjoyed the pleasure he felt.
Luckily, Sebastian was finally shown a little mercy that night as his father wasn’t far behind him. His thrusts became sloppy and out of rhythm before Gustav squeezed even tighter on his wrists, probably bruising them. He slammed his cock in one last time- filling his whimpering son up with his cum. He pulled out once he was finished and released his grip on Sebastian before putting his cock back into his pants.
He leaned down and Sebastian immediately flinched, fearing what he would do. Instead his father surprised him with a gentle kiss on the forehead and wiped the tears away from his eyes.
“You took it well this time. Now get dressed and wash up. Roft made your favorite, plain oatmeal. It should already be in your room. I expect you to be asleep within the hour. If I find any blood on the floor leading to the bathroom you’d hate to see how I make you clean it up.”
With that Gustav turned away from him and left Sebastian alone in the study. He waited just a moment to make sure his father was really gone before weakly slipping back into his clothes and heading to the closest shower to yet again wash away the shame.