Look. I just think corruption kink is hot. And I think it’s a guilty fantasy jon only indulges late at night when he’s sad and lonely and pent up and so so hungry. Thinking about Elias forcing him to feed until he’s dizzy with overindulgence,eyes bleary and barely even present, too much knowledge blocking his head to comprehend any of it. So confused and sensitive when Elias bends him over and slips inside, blinking back at him questioningly. But it feels good, and he has such a nice voice, and his hands feel so good playing with his tits and oh, that’s not so bad. Thinking about Elias forcing him to become a monster. Become something horrible and disgusting and happy and so so loved, treasured and favored and fed lots of information and statements and kept far away from anyone that hates him. Spoiled rotten and bred, stomach swollen and tits leaking, so clearly his. Nothing to worry about except feeding and being loved and being showered in praise. Far away from everything. What if he didn’t choose to. What if he begged him to stop no matter how good it felt and he ignored him. What if he was too hazy off of getting drugged to get out…what if it didn’t matter he said no, because Elias saw he was miserable. Elias saw how distraught he was and of course he wasn’t leaving his son to suffer. Tells him he’s his father, jon. He’s not going to let him suffer just because he’s stubborn. He can fight all he wants, but he’s not going anywhere. He knows what he needs. Thinking.