Still kinda obsessed with the idea of Elias getting Jon pee pads and forcing him to use them.

At first Jon absolutely refuses, of course. Yes he likes wearing a collar and being Elias’ dog and warming his cock while sitting in the dog bed under his desk (he also needed some time to warm up to that, too) but he’s not going to pee on the floor. But Elias is insistent, won’t let Jon get up and go to the bathroom while he’s being his dog. Forces him to hold it until the scene is over while simultaneously drawing it out longer. Even when Jon tries to go beforehand sometimes he’ll find himself desperate, aching for relief, helplessly letting out small spurts of pee that soon turn into a stream of urine, soaking his pants or his thighs or Elias’ lap while he whines with arousal and humiliation. And soon he starts to think that maybe the pee pads aren’t so bad. Certainly, it’s humiliating, but it’s nothing Elias hasn’t already seen before. And there’s an appeal to it, too. One he can barely admit to himself, nevermind Elias. But isn’t that part of the point of sleeping with Elias? That Jon doesn’t need to admit to anything, that Elias will arrange for all the things he’s always fantasized about and then the things he’s never known he needed, and all Jon needs to do is take what’s offered. And there’s a part of him that is very, very aroused by the thought of crouching in front of Elias, on pads meant for puppies who are too young to learn to pee outside properly yet, and urinating while Elias watches with steady, piercing eyes. It’ll be only a matter of time before he gives in to the urge <3