How do you feel about Jon and a One Bar Prison
Anon your mind, this is a lovely image you have brought me.
Jon should be trapped, speared open, so completely full, with no way out, not unless someone else releases him. Put him on display, everyone can see how much he likes being watched as he’s trapped as he has to stand on his toes, legs trembling. Maybe he tries to relax but the pressure inside him is too much, nestled up against his cervix.
Maybe whoever propped him up also blindfolds him, he can still hear that people are around, but it’s just darkness. Who knows how long he can last? Tears trickling down his face, but he knows if he says anything it’s just going to last longer.
Just a pretty doll on display, terrified whenever someone starts to grope whim when he can’t see. Not just because he doesn’t know who it is, but because he’s terrified if he cums he’ll lose his footing. He can feel splashes of cum against his skin as he strains, till he’s curtained he’s covered in it. He’d be embarrassed but he’s too overwhelmed to even consider the image he makes.
Jon not being let off the bar for hours, until he’s incoherent, no thoughts other than desperately trying not to collapse.