Goddd that intern Jon fauxcest is on my brain now woops. Jons rape fantasies getting sooo intense after that initial hook up. What if Elias held him down while cooing all the while he was okay, don’t worry, go back to sleep, Jon. It’s okay. Deep breaths, alright? It’s just his dad. Jon panicked asking why he’s taking his clothes off, Elias kissing his forehead and saying “it’s okay, I promise. I’ll explain in the morning. Go back to sleep.” Jon waking up full of cum, thoroughly bred. Covered in bitemarks and bruises.
Elias drugging him, slipping something in his coffee and having him bring him things to his office when he’s suddenly just…so tired. So hazy. It’s so hard to move. Slumping against him, whining at him. Whining he feels funny, why does he feel funny? What’s going on? Elias running his hands along him, saying it’s okay. He didn’t get enough sleep. Why not rest? Destress for a moment. Has him sit on his lap, playing with his sensitive tits. He thinks it’s probably wrong. The fear tries to stab through the fog, but he can’t move, and Elias keeps talking and saying…something? He doesn’t know. His eyes are so heavy. This is bad. But his dad’s so warm and he doesnt wanna get up and oh, that feels nice. Maybe if he whines at him some more, he’ll do it again. Elias asks what he’s thinking about. He doesn’t know. He’s wet. When did he get wet? Elias is saying after the day he had, he really needed this. Jons so sweet for this, honestly. He should do this more often. Lord knows they both could use it. Jon doesn’t comprehend any of it. He just hopes it means his dad’s proud of him. He tries to remember to be scared, but Elias is talking about how sweet he is, how pathetic he is, and he can’t really think, and he thinks he’s gonna cum. He wants to cum. Elias is saying he should keep him here for the day. He looks like he could use the break. It’s hard to remember why this is wrong when Elias is promising to breed him nice and full, as many times as he needs. He’s always been insatiable, he knows just once wouldn’t be enough. He’s lucky his father knows him so well. Jon makes a happy little noise and tries to push himself deeper on his cock. He’s lucky Elias already knows he needs more. He’s so warm and sleepy and maybe this isn’t so bad? Maybe he can just stay here for a while. Maybe he should just close his eyes. His dad can handle everything. He can just whine and get some much needed rest.
Maybe Elias could get him drunk. Take him drinking, since it’s been a while and he’s never had *that* many. Push him to drink a little more than he should, ruffling his hair and saying how he’s taking a lot more than he thought he would. Saying he’s impressed. And well, Jon knows himself well enough to know that’d only spur him on more, until he’s all hazy and not really all there. Elias sighing fondly, saying he has no self control, does he? He whines that he wasn’t that drunk. He’s fine. They don’t need to go home, he’s fine, he’s sorry. Elias kissing his forehead and saying he knows, it’s alright. Holding him the rest of the night. It’s all a big blur of lights and sound and pleasure. Elias gently having him grind against him in the back of the bar, saying it’s okay, he doesn’t mind. Did he start it? Maybe. He doesn’t know. Elias is so kind and warm. So understanding. Not getting mad at him for getting too drunk. For not being able to help himself from humping his leg like his life depends on it. For cumming all over him and holding onto him for dear life, whining for his dad because he’s still all wet and it’s loud and he knows he’s hard so why isn’t he being fucked already? Elias laughs at him, but not unkindly. He takes him home and has him cockwarm him. Ride him clumsily until he can’t move his trembling body anymore. Leave him like that until he begs, begs him to fuck him properly because he was good tonight, he took so much and stayed with him all night just like he promised to and didn’t talk to any strangers and he was soo good. Wasn’t he so good?? And Elias smiles warmly and tells him yes. He was a very good boy. And he’s very, very drunk. Jon blinks and whines because he knows but he’s wet, he’s so wet, why isn’t he fucking him? And Elias sighs all dramatically and says he reallyshouldn’t, but if he’s sure, then what kind of father would be if he didn’t indulge him? Fucks him nice and rough just like he wanted, gets him all full even when he starts begging wait no more wait. Tells him he asked him to fuck him, remember? What happened to wanting to be bred? Jon sobs and shakes and thrashes and Elias says he’s been doing so good so far. Doesn’t he want to be good? Jon wipes his tears and says yes, yes so badly, how does he be good, he’ll do anything. Elias holds him very closely and cums deep inside of him and Jon thinks thats very bad but Elias is smiling so much and maybe it’s okay, if his dad wants it so bad. Maybe it’ll feel good. Maybe if he’s a good boy Elias will tell him how smart he is, how well he behaved tonight. Hed like that.
He still feels horrible for the fantasies because Elias would *never.* But he can’t help it when their relationship gets more and more sexual. At least Elias doesn’t know. Right?
God I’m thinking about this. Especially when they start reconnecting more and start bonding again he’s like. Thinking. So hard about it. Because Elias is still so fatherly and warm to him, even more so even since he doesn’t have to be strictly professional. Pats his hair and kisses his forehead like he already knows he loves. Brings him food in bed when his head hurts too much. Helps him with his t shots and tells him what a good job he did, pats his shoulder encouragingly. He thinks he likes this even more. Unfortunately his fantasies like to go batshit insane about it and then he starts thinking about how easy it’d be to get him somewhere no one could hear him crying, and he wouldn’t even be cruel about it. Maybe he’d tell him he knows he needs this, he knows he’s been thinking about it, he’s not subtle, don’t lie to him. He knows him too well for that to work. He’s his father, Jon, what did he expect? “Just let it happen, Jon. I know you want it.” No matter how hard he struggles or bites or cries. And then in the aftermath he acts like nothing happened, picks him up and draws him a bath, kisses his forehead, tells him what a brave boy he is while Jon trembles in fear so prettily he can’t help himself from taking him again and holy shit, what’s wrong with him.