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Prompt: Jack Baker/Ethan Winters either pseudo-incest or actual
Ethan did his best to reach behind himself to dap at the fresh scratches with an anti-bacterial wipe but it was arduous. His wounds flared up and he hissed as he strained to twist and inevitably stretched the aggravated skin across his back. Frustrated tears gathered in his eyes but he knew crying would do him very little good. He was trapped in hell and the devils keeping him hostage in their homes were too volatile to harbour hope for kindness. Sometimes they were magnanimous but it seemed almost impulsive and random. Ethan didn’t understand the rules of this game of house he was coerced into playing.
Ever since he tracked Mia to this dilapidated house and Jack Baker dragged him inside the ligneous sepulchre, he’d been fitted into a disturbing role of pseudo-son to the Bakers. Ethan didn’t understand it at first but after the swift reproach to his misbehaviour when refusing his mother’s cooking, he adapted or risked perishing. All he had to do to remind himself what the consequences of his delinquency was hold up his wrist and stare balefully at the missing hand.
‘Your mother has a temper, you know that son. She was very upset but I talked to her. She’ll expect an apology later.’ Ethan didn’t turn as the door cracked and the elder Baker entered his bedroom. The Bakers made a space for him and acted like he’d always been a part of this household, leaving it up to Ethan to piece together his origin story while they expected him to know his role already. It was madness, but so was everything about this fever dream. Ethan knew Mia was somewhere in here so he just had to keep playacting until he figured a way to get to her. But the Bakers weren’t stupid…
‘I didn’t mean it.’ He spoke, doing his best to keep his voice steady despite the pain. Marguerite perceived something in his words as misguided and lashed out suddenly with her monstrous claws. Ethan sincerely couldn’t even recall what he’d said, it seemed so inconsequential, but it must have set something off to warrant the deep grooves raked along his spine.
‘I know son. She’s a bit sensitive sometimes.’ Jack chuckled but Ethan tensed at the sound. His pseudo-father was the worst of them all. All the Bakers were twisted in some lunatic way but Jack took loving his children to a whole different degree. Ethan had no way of knowing if he behaved as reprehensibly towards Lucas and Zoe, his actual children, or if this was some perverted act visited on him since he wasn’t actually a relation.
The younger Bakers acted odd certainly but that was hardly a tell when everything was odd. Lucas was bat shit insane but Zoe seemed scared and traumatised…. Ethan thought she was the sanest of the lot but to date he hadn’t managed to find a moment and speak to her alone. All he had were his own observations and thoughts to try work the puzzle. Surely something must have happened here to drive those people insane! This wasn’t normal human behaviour!
‘Let me help with that.’ Ethan tensed when he felt the filthy mattress dip as Jack settled his weight behind him. The man reached for the wipe and Ethan gave it. He hissed when the antiseptic touched his raw flesh and Jack wiped tenderly. When his father pressed on his shoulder to get Ethan to lie down on his belly, he did so. He understood what would happen next and he loathed it but insubordination would be punished with extreme violence. He couldn’t oppose Jack and Ethan wasn’t eager to spend another week wincing with every step as his bruised body cried in despair.
He lay flat on his stomach and Ethan grit his teeth as Jack’s touches lowered down his body. He finished dabbing at his cuts but instead of leaving now that his care was complete, the larger man abandoned the wipes and wordlessly started pulling Ethan’s trousers down his hips. He knew fighting Jack off was pointless and worse for him in the long-run so he stayed still, raising his hips and parting his thighs when prompted to do so.
‘I love you son. We all do.’ Ethan grit his teeth as he listened to the fucked up declaration even as Jack’s fingers pushed his hole apart to open him up. He squeezed his eyes tight and sucked breath through clenched jaw as Jack finger fucked him until he was loose enough for the man’s fat cock.
Ethan felt it nudge his ring apart and he did his best to settle the tightness in his guts because he knew Jack’s dick was as intimidating as the rest of him. The first time, when Ethan struggled, that cock nearly ripped his guts asunder with its brutality.
‘You’re such a good boy for daddy.’ Ethan nearly gagged but his mind was quickly preoccupied with the overwhelming stretch of Jack’s thick meat. Hands reached for his hips to hold him steady as the man fucked into his unwilling but pliant body. Ethan made very few noises, thinking of the reason why he was there in the first place and reminding himself he needed to be strong and endure. He felt Jack’s hand reach to jerk his cock swinging helplessly between his legs and that was so much worse than getting raped.
Because of course his body responded to the hurt and trauma with pleasure. Ethan felt shame and disgust but his dick firmed up between Jack’s dirty fingers while the man whispered disturbing praises. Ethan buried his face into the mildew stained pillow and hushed his sobs as he came, spilling rotten seed over Jack’s fingers. With his release came the other man’s and Ethan’s guts clenched as the cock spurted its vile spunk deep into him.
‘I love you son.’ Ethan remained mute and still as he heard Jack straighten up and put himself back together. He felt the chill fleet over his open hole, cooling the fresh cum leaking down his thigh. ‘Your brother and mother will be by later to show their love too. Don’t forget to apologise to your mother.’
Ethan shivered and only glanced around him when he heard the door click shut behind Jack’s departure.