2025-01-28 16:35:32 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

anaceshornyblog:

> Jon as Elias’s sugar baby because he should have even more control over Jon.

Jon didn’t know how he had gotten to this point, well no that was a lie actually. Jon knew exactly how he had gotten here, dressed up in clothes he didn’t pick, in a flat he didn’t pay for, and holding Elias’s newest gift. Although maybe gift wasn’t the correct word, not that Elias wasn’t generous, but most of his gifts came with expectation, and the one in his lap was no different. The collar wasn’t large, and if seen from afar probably resembled a choker, but up close, well there was no denying it was something that clearly showed who Jon belonged to. It even had little tags, like Jon could get lost.

Jon had to admit it was pretty, which made sense since Elias liked pretty things by his own admission. He had used that description for Jon himself when Jon was kneeling in front of him, taking his dick down his throat. Told Jon he was such a pretty thing, taking his cock so well, even as Jon’s eyes watered. Jon tried to focus back on the collar, pushing those thoughts aside, not far though. It was hard not to think of such things constantly considering there was not a single surface in this apartment he hadn’t been fucked on.

Jon had never thought of himself as someone who would be in this sort of relationship. Then he had met Elias, and it had felt so natural. Elias had just wanted someone young and attractive at his beck and call, he could do whatever he wanted to Jon, and Jon would take it, practically melt at Elias’s compliments as he was filled. He knew Elias didn’t love him, but it was so hard to remember that fact in the moment.

Which brings him back to the collar, he had called Elias and protested when he found the gift on his doorstep. Elias often had things delivered to him, mostly clothing that he wanted to see Jon in. Jon flinched at how disappointed Elias sounded on the other end of the line. Telling him that the collar was custom order, and wouldn’t he please just wear it for him? Just tonight, then he wouldn’t have to anymore. And Jon could already tell that his resolve wouldn’t stand up to this. He had tried before, but Elias just made Jon feel like he was being unreasonable. After all Elias paid for his school, his flat, his clothes, this was nothing in comparison, and it would make Elias happy.

Jon flinched as the door opened, Elias had a key of course, and rarely knocked. When Jon had protested that Elias had pointed out that he did pay for the place, and Jon really isn’t it easier so you don’t have to get up to let me in? Jon had backed down again, it seems that’s all he did, tried to be firm, only to crumble moments later.

He stood as Elias greeted him, glancing at his neck and noticing the lack of a collar. Jon hurriedly held it out, placating him, not wanting to face his disapproval. Pointing out that Elias really should be the one to put it on, if they were going to try it for the night. That gets Jon a, what Jon hopes is, genuine smile, as the collar is fastened around his throat, it feels a bit like a trap snapping shut. Those thoughts are chased out again as Elias’s lips are on his, and for a brief moment Jon can pretend that they are a normal couple. That moment is broken as Elias’s kisses turn biting before Jon finds himself bent over the back of his couch.

Jon whimpering as Elias thrusts into him, far too fast, but Jon would be lying if he said he didn’t like it. Elias gripping his hips hard enough to bruise, Jon lets his eyes fall shut, as he listens to Elias’s running commentary. Reminding Jon that he belongs to Elias, his pet, such a pretty thing, always so good for him. Jon can’t help but squirm as he’s used, which Elias seems to like as his increased force was anything to go by. He knew he’d be sore tomorrow, but it was hard to consider such things when he felt so good.

After Elias lets Jon lounge on his lap, cum dripping out of his cunt, a reward for being such a good pet. Jon loves these moments, when he can pretend that Elias loves him. When he’s been throughly fucked and he can fool himself that this is normal. Elias strokes his hair and Jon practically melts, knowing this is just a brief moment, but pretending it can go on forever.

Jon wakes up alone the next day, as he often does, sore and covered in bruises and spunk. He pretends for a moment that Elias is just in the other room, maybe making breakfast, but he can only stay in that fantasy for a few moments before he’s forced to get up.

Jon is in love with Elias, Elias doesn’t love him, but he’ll keep the collar on, because it’s a reminder that he’s owned, and maybe being a possession is easier than being a person.