Used and Abused

Rick only fucking Carl when he's asleep.

He would never attempt anything when his boy is awake, never daring to try. Yet every hug, every lingering touch just keeps him wanting more.

Rick's mind is just filled with dirty thoughts about his son. All the different positions he can have him in and all the different noises he can draw out of him.

How could he think about his son in such a way. A sick and twisted way that leaves his stomach churning at the thought of what he's capable of doing.

Shame eats away at him constantly, simply looking at his boy he can't help but fantasize. Fantasize about having him, taking him. Taking away his innocence and consuming him in the darkest ways possible.

Every need and craving, every idea he conjures up in his sick head, he attempts it only when Carl is fast asleep. Sometimes that isn't enough so he has to slip something into his drinks now and again. When Carl excuses himself to his room, Rick sneaks up the stairs to look for his son only to find Carl passed out on the edge of his bed.

He squirms and makes noises, body trembling from all the pleasure but he never wakes up. All Rick does is get off on the helplessness of the boy, his boy. Carl's inability to do anything about it only adding to Rick's sick fantasies.

In the morning when Carl wakes up, he brushes aside all the bruises littering his hips and neck. He turns a blind eye to all the signs of what's been happening to him at night and continues his life oblivious to his fathers sick acts.