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Hunter blearily opened his eyes, blinking away the fog in his mind left over from the sleep spell that scout had cast on him. Immediately, his eyes shot open – Gus! He’d been caught too! He tried to scramble to his feet, conscious but still not quite perceiving or processing anything, only to find he was restrained by... something? It looked almost like abomination goo, but it was the wrong color. A mottled greenish-brownish-black, drippy and sludgy and yet firmly keeping him right where he was. He looked up – if he was stuck here, he had better try to figure out where ‘here’ was. He was met with sight of the terrified faces of his flyer derby teammates, as well as a handful of other students – one of which looked uncannily like Steve, minus the horn – and the Hexside principal, (Hunter can’t quite remember what exactly his name is; Lump? Clump? Something like that.) all restrained and about 10, maybe 15 feet from him on the floor. The room was decently sized – the gymnasium, maybe? But all of a sudden thinking time was over, because he heard footsteps approaching; very familiar footsteps...
He let out a pained hiss as a gauntleted hand tangled its fingers in his hair and pulled. He was maneuvered to be (rather uncomfortably) looking up at Belos, the real one this time, masked and in his full emperor’s garb. He lowered his ears submissively on instinct, trembling and waiting for whatever his uncle was planning on doing to him. He’d known the emperor would find him, and really, he should have just turned himself in, maybe then the emperor would have given him a quick death. “I’m so glad to have you back, Hunter,” the emperor drawled coldly. “You had me absolutely worried sick.” At this, Belos paused, waiting for an apology. But he wasn’t going to get one. Hunter glares up at him. He’d dug himself this deep, he might as well keep going. Rage seemed to absolutely ooze off of Belos, despite his calm façade. “Oh? So that’s how it’s going to be. Very well, then.” The tendrils restraining him began to move, and he let out a surprised shout. “Just remember,” Belos leaned in close, their faces barely inches apart, "You did this to yourself.”
Hunter gasped as Belos reached his gauntleted hand towards his crotch. No, no no no, not here, please not now - “Hey!” Hunter’s head turned in the direction of the shout. The way Willow looked, Hunter was convinced that she could've taken on Belos then and there were it not for her restraints. “Get away from him, you creep!”, she shouted, sounding madder than Hunter had ever heard her before. Belos just scoffed, waving his hand lazily in her direction and casting a silencing charm on her, as well as the rest of their captive audience. Hunter was panicking now, every breath becoming harder and harder to take, and he closed his eyes as if that would shield him from the shame of his punishment being witnessed by his only friends. He felt his uncle’s hands sliding up his thighs, coming to rest on his hips before he dug his claws in and ripped off all the clothing keeping Hunter covered, baring him to both his own hungry eyes and the horrified gazes of the onlookers. Hunter sobbed, trying as best he could to shield his face as Belos’s belt buckle clinked against the metal plating of his gauntlets. He heard his uncle chuckle darkly, and then one of his hands was on Hunter’s cheek, holding his face in a mock tenderness. “Look at me, Hunter.” He knew better than to defy him now. He opened his eyes, staring into the emperor’s through the slits in his mask. And then he felt the head of Belos’s cock against his hole, and his eyes widened. His thighs shook, and it took everything in him not to beg for his uncle’s mercy, to try to look stronger than he was, because it was pathetic enough to be used like this, but at least if he stayed quiet, and didn’t scream and kick and cry then he might have a chance to save even a shred of his dignity. His uncle shoved in roughly, and it burned like nothing he’d ever felt before – he barely bit back a sob as he squinted his eyes shut to try and block out the situation. But as his uncle started moving, Hunter couldn’t help the pained yelps and sobbed out expletives that started to flow from his mouth, as he thrashed and cried, desperately trying to get away.
Belos liked this, sure, but he knew that it would just humiliate his disobedient little grimwalker more if he were enjoying himself. He cast a healing spell as he drove in deeper, angling his thrusts ever so slightly to the right, eliciting a loud mewl from his dear nephew. He smirked to himself as Hunter flushed with embarrassment, but now that he’d healed his inner walls, all the pain from before morphing into unwanted pleasure. And now the defiant, petulant little brat from before melted into the sweet, desperate little thing he was used to. “There we are,” he sighed “I’m glad to see you remember your place.” His little toy whined and shook his head, stammering out that no, he didn’t like this, didn’t want this; but his high-pitched keens and moans undercut the point that he was trying so frantically to make. “It’s alright, Hunter. Just relax, and let uncle use you like the little cocksleeve you are.” Hunter sobbed beneath him, squirming about and pulling at his restraints, but ultimately, he went limp and let himself be used, just the way he’d been trained to.
Belos cast his eyes past his trembling, fucked stupid nephew, and watched their little audience’s reactions. Most of the children were looking away, now, but a few of them were watching – The girl from earlier, that had the nerve to shout at him, looked absolutely livid, and the little illusionist boy that had given Adrian so much trouble was watching in horror, despite the fact that he looked as though he might be sick any second now. Principal Bump looked enraged and repulsed; he supposed that fit well enough. One of the teachers, though, the tiny one who usually rode atop and abomination, was watching intently. Distantly, Belos felt a vague disgust – he was only doing this to teach his nephew a lesson, after all – and if he were less focused on humiliating the little runaway, perhaps he’d have done something about it.
As it was, though, his dear, sweet little Golden Guard was starting to buck his hips up into his ministrations, cock-dumb look plastered on his face and singing oh so prettily for him. He slid one of his hands up from its place on his hips to rub at one of his nipples through his shirt, relishing in the keen that elicited. “Titan, I’ve missed this,” he growled out, cursing his mask for keeping him from biting down on his doll’s pretty little neck. “You’re always so good for me. My precious little fucktoy.” He loved the way Hunter writhed at the words, opening his mouth to try to deny them, only for Belos to work to fuck even more pretty little sounds out of him. “Tell uncle how much you love his cock, Hunter”, Belos cooed at him. Hunter whined and shook his head desperately, eyes pleading. “Oh? Would you rather I had you face your little friends while I fuck you?”, he teased, ever so slightly readjusting himself before - “W-wait! N-nooOOH, I – I don’t wan-”, he cut himself off with a desperate little mewl, “I... I lo-l-love y-your cock, uncleeee...” he whimpered out, and the horror and disgust on the faces of their unwilling voyeurs was all it took for him to spill deep inside his nephew with a “Good boy.”
He used his magic to teleport himself and his now unconscious nephew to his chambers. He could deal with the repercussions of that later – for now, he laid his little grimwalker next to him, and held him close as he watched his chest rise and fall in his sleep. His. All His.