Thinking about former intern now assistant Jon being Gertrude’s one remaining assistant, following her around like a little duckling. Elias figuring that Jon can get some experience before he’s promoted and if he distracts Gertrude that’s even better.
Jon being used as a chew toy between the two of them. Elias calling Jon into his office and fucking him over his desk, asking him what Gertrude has him doing. Of course Gertrude actually tells him nothing important, so it’s not really helpful, even if Jon shares everything knows. Still Elias calls him a good boy, tells him his performance review went well and sends him back to the Archives.
Gertrude interrogating him in her office, fingering him till he doesn’t even notice the answers are being yanked out of him. Or that he’s telling her everything Elias did to him in his office. She plays it off as a performance review as well, telling him he has done adequate. She lets him eat her out as a reward for being a good little distraction even if he does t know that’s what he is.
Gertrude telling Jon nothing because she doesn’t know what Elias’s plan is for him. She tries her best not to get attached, but it’s hard, and she’s often harsh with him in her frustration. Jon just trying to do better, which only makes everything more complicated.
Gertrude not telling Jon what was going to happen, hoping he isn’t as connected to the institute as her and he’ll be okay keeping his eyes, but willing to sacrifice him if necessary. Even if he is her boy, it’s the world. She sends him out of the institute at least, on a job, hoping to keep him out of it.
Elias digging into that little fact, telling her that it would have killed Jon, but it’s okay he’s going to take good care of his son with Gertrude out of the way.
Elias comforting Jon when he gets back to find his mum missing probably dead, the only one who understands. Everyone else just thinks he lost a boss, not that he lost something much more.
Do you see my vision?
Time for a Tim Jon and Gerry agenda post.
Tim and Gerry both treating Jon like a little brother, but also like their fellow dog. Constantly teasing him, but treating him like the precious boy he is. Jon basically in a constant state of embarrassed arousal while he tries to pretend he’s the big dog here. He’s not he’s the runt, and both of them are gonna bully him like he deserves. He loves it, being treated like he’s dumb, like he needs to be babied because everything is so hard.
They roughhouse with him pinning him down and teasing him for how turned on he is getting bullied by his brothers. Both of them love turning him into a whining mess of overstimulation just teasing him for as long as it takes for him to beg.
They both adore Jon, and nobody else gets to be mean to him. Jon stretched across both their laps, just so content as he’s being told what a smart boy he is.
He has to be a person so much in life he likes when he just gets to be a puppy.
Jon wailing for his big brothers to be nice to him,,, so so close and they won't let him cum because he's acting all tough and better than them ,,, until he's sniffling and trembling like the cute little brat he is and just weeps and begs and can't handle it anymore <3 because he just needs his big brothers to take care of him no matter how tough he likes to act <33 just the mutt of the group who gets all confused. Ough. I'm normal
- skiesandcandy
@skiesandcandy Look how normal I am too.
Jon would be losing his mind, but well that ship had sailed about twenty minutes of this torture ago. Okay maybe not torture, it felt good, but he needed to cum so badly and both of his brothers boyfriends seemed determined not to let him. Every time he tried to thrust his hips down, seeking that extra pressure he’d be caught, forced to remain still, holding back whimpers at the slow deliberate pace they had both contrived.
“You just have to ask nicely and we’ll let you come,” Gerry tweaked his nipple and Jon couldn’t hold back a yelp, both his tits were red and swollen, being used to drive him mad just as much as his cunt. He glared, though the look was rather ruined by the drool, dripping from his mouth and the glassy look in his eyes. Gerry grinned back at him, before lifting him up off Tim’s mouth, as the two switched places for what must be the fifth time, easily lifting him like he was a doll. It wasn’t fair, said one of Jon’s last fully coherent thoughts, as Gerry’s tongue flicked against his clit, another moan slipping out, he wasn’t allowed to have any breaks.
“Yeah buddy just say please, we won’t even make you apologize for pretending to be tough.” Tim’s grin was just as smug as Gerry’s his face wet from being buried between Jon’s thighs. Jon could feel the last remaining bits of his sanity snapping as Tim’s teeth worried at his neck, no doubt giving him a bruise that would be impossible to hide later.
“P-Please,” The tears that had gathered in the corners of his eyes finally burst their dam as Jon wailed. He kept repeating his words over and over, no longer able to form sentences that weren’t please and more. He was lifted again, only to be seated on Tim’s cock, the stretch wasn’t painful after almost an hour of defining but it was enough to have Jon squeak. Which of course had both of the other two laughing at just how cute he was.
“Go ahead baby come for us,” Gerry’s fingers squeezed his clit as Tim battered him from the inside. The twin sensations were too much and Jon went rigid, his whole body shaking as he came wailing as he buried his face against Gerry’s chest. They both stopped for a moment as Jon rode the aftershocks twitching between them, before going limp, panting as drool dripped down his chin.
Then almost as though they both could talk with just their eyes meeting over Jon’s shoulder, Tim resumed thrusting into him, while Gerry went back to groping his tits, squeezing them till Jon whined. He squirmed, overwhelmed as they pushed him from being under-stimulated too far too much.
“You said you’d stop,” His voice sounded wrecked as he managed to gasp out the words between thrusts. His words didn’t really match his actions as he clamped down each time he was lowered, cute little moans undercutting the complaint.
“No we said we’d let you come,” Tim sounded downright gleeful, as though he had just told the funniest joke. Another hard thrust and the attention Gerry was giving his clit had Jon cumming again, but this time neither paused for a moment. Gerry kissed him gently, a star contrast to what the two were otherwise doing.
“We didn’t say anything about stopping, did we? You haven’t said sorry yet after all. “ Gerry pulled away from his lips, the teasing smile back on his face, “I think you can handle a bit more if you’re so tough.”
skiesandcandy:
Look if the spanking/paddling doesn’t have fauxcest and or ageplay undertones WHAT is the point. Elias should treat Jon like a misbehaving child. Treat him like he’s throwing a tantrum. Jon should whimper and sniffle into his chest and squirm because it hurt so bad but did he do good? Did he do it? He’s sorry, he’s so sorry, can he be better? Is he better? He can be a good boy. Elias should soothe him as he jumps at every bit of pain. I just. I am of the opinion that They
“Why do you insist on acting like a child Jon?” Jon stopped his rant immediately with an offended sound that he would deny to his grave sounded anything other than dignified. Elias’s expression was, if Jon had to pick something, almost disappointed. Jon didn’t feel vindicated though, or like he was winning this conversation. He tried to regain the threads of his complaints, but before he could resume Elias had stepped into his space, practically forcing him backward, bumping into his desk.
“I am not, I’m just-Elias!” Jon practically yelped as he was spun around by the other man. Finding himself now lying prone over his own desk, which luckily had been clear, save for a few statements. Trying to force himself up he met with no success Elias easily holding him down a hand planted on his back.
“You are Jon, I’ve tried so hard to help you, but you always insist on throwing a tantrum when the answers aren’t just handed to you.” Jon growled still trying to get free as Elias made no move to let him up, just held him there, like he wasn’t even trying. “So perhaps I should treat you like the child you insist on acting as.”
“What does that-?” Jon started only to be cut off as Elias stripped his lower half, almost in one smooth motion. Jon cursed his newfound habit of preferring loose clothing, it kept it from running at his scars, but it was also fairly easy to remove with one hand. Not that Jon would have considered that downside, not expecting to be stripped bare by his boss. “Elias stop it!”
“Hush Jon, now I admit this isn’t really in style anymore, mores the pity. I unfortunately do not have a paddle, I suppose my hand will have to do.” Jon’s struggles ceased for a moment, as his brain finally made the connection, feeling his face flush. No he could not be about to be spanked by Elias, he was an adult, this was-.
“A-ahh,” With a yelp Jon’s paralysis was broken as Elias had apparently taken his silence as him being ready. Bringing his hand down hard across his bare ass, the sound echoing in the quiet Archives. Part of him was happy that this was happening after everyone went home, or he really might have made a go at dying from embarrassment. As it was he was sure two parts of him were quite red, especially as Elias brought his hand down again, striking the same spot,
“I think ten total should be enough for the lesson to sink in.” Jon wanted to scream, Elias sounded like he was discussing his performance review, completely unbothered. He did scream at the third hit, pain lancing through him, he could already feel tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. He bit his lip, trying to muffle any further sound, he would not let Elias know just how much it was hurting.
“I wish I didn’t have to resort to such methods Jon, I don’t like to punish you.” Jon would have pointed out that he could just stop, if he truly didn’t want to do this, but something told Jon that the other man was only pretending to be regretful. The fourth and fifth hit were done in quick succession, giving Jon know time to brace himself. His head was starting to feel fuzzy, but he had managed to stay quiet, which he took as a win. Though considering he was still pinned to his desk, not much of one.
“That’s it, just five more, you’re doing very good Jon” Jon wanted to tell him to shut up, he could count just fine. At the same time he carefully shoved the little part of him that jumped at the praise into the box he shoved all inconvenient feelings in, this was not the time. “I can even reduce it by two if you tell me why you’re being punished.”
“What?” Jon squeaked forgetting his plan to stay silent at the audacity of the question. He was not about to entertain this farce by playing into it. His behavior was not the one currently crossing the line.
“Come now Jon you can’t already have forgotten.” Jon could practically see the smirk on Elias’s face. He shook his head, he wouldn’t be playing along, no matter how much he dreaded further punishment, he was right damnit.
“Fuck off,” Jon immediately regretted the words as Elias retaliated, the strike sharper than the other five, almost as though he knew precisely where would hurt the most. Unable to hold back a scream the tears he had been holding back flooding down his cheeks. He wanted to curl up, but he was still pinned, and his weak struggles were still useless.
“No need for such language, seems seven more it is then.” Jon tried to object, that had been six, but the cries fell on deaf ears, as the punishment resumed. Jon wailed through the next three, Elias only pausing between them to allow the pain to fade slightly before striking him again. He had stopped trying to stem his tears at this point, it hurt, it hurt so much, he just wanted it to stop, please.
“Please no more please,” Jon couldn’t keep from begging, the belief that he would take this with a stiff upper lip was thoroughly broken. Now he just wanted the pain to stop. His begging was unrewarded as Elias’s hand came down again, and Jon broke. Tears flowed freely as he wailed, he needed it to stop, god why did it hurt so much?
“Three more Jon, then it’s over,” Elias’s voice was far more gentle than it had any right to be, as though he wasn’t the one doing this. As though it was all Jon’s fault, Elias was just doing what he must. The part of Jon that could think logically vanished around the seventh hit, smacked right out of him. Jon tried to hold onto the feeling that it wasn’t his fault through the next two hits, but it slipped away. All he could focus on now was the pain, god he could have stopped it, if he had just admitted to Elias what he had done wrong.
“I’m sorry Elias please, I’m sorry I’m sorry I didn’t listen, please dad,” Jon whimpered and whined, bracing himself as he spoke but there were no more hits forthcoming. Instead he was hoisted up into Elias’s lap, the man having sat down in the chair they used for statement givers. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but Elias was careful to keep pressure off the worst of the bruises, though he knew sitting in his chair for the next few days would be excruciating.
“Well I suppose we can forget the last one,” Elias’s soft words were a bit out of sync with his hungry expression as he looked at his Jon, not that he could see, his face being buried against his chest. Jon nodded emphatically into the fabric, as his mumbled litany of please and apologies continued. He was sorry, it hurt so much, no more, he can be better, he can be good, please dad.
“Shh,” Elias rubbed his free hand over his back, the other bracing him in his lap. Jon could feel soft kisses being pressed to his hair, though his face was still hidden. His whimpered words slowly tapered off until he was silent clinging tightly to Elias. Every shift of his hips brought new pain, but Elias was so gentle each time he flinched, soothing him. In the morning he would look back at this and probably regret it, but for now he just leaned into the comfort the other man was offering. “See I knew you could be a good boy for me.”