Jonah forgot that James had been once Bobby's older brother, to his eyes he didn't see how the two were brothers even if they had the same hair color. Probably because James held a more violent and punk side to him than anything. Sighing he smiled, "Oh really? Glad that he fought me? If only he was like you more. Wouldn't be so hard to get my way with him then." Soon as he got them to where he had more room he made a face, from Bobby's little wiggled struggle he got aroused from it, that and hurting people just was enjoyable. Screams were his favorite. Reaching to Bobby's front he began his work with removing Bobby's lower coverings. When he finished that he rubbed against his son's ass with a chuckle. Oh how this was probably traumatizing him. No way was he going to be nice or gentle, he was teaching him to be afraid. What better way than to be rough? Pulling his own pants and underwear down he forced Bobby to his knees, then rubbed his hardness against him, saying nothing else but only giving a dark smirk before forcingly entering his son. Excited to hear more screams and cries from him.