Jon wailing for his big brothers to be nice to him,,, so so close and they won't let him cum because he's acting all tough and better than them ,,, until he's sniffling and trembling like the cute little brat he is and just weeps and begs and can't handle it anymore <3 because he just needs his big brothers to take care of him no matter how tough he likes to act <33 just the mutt of the group who gets all confused. Ough. I'm normal
- skiesandcandy
@skiesandcandy Look how normal I am too.
Jon would be losing his mind, but well that ship had sailed about twenty minutes of this torture ago. Okay maybe not torture, it felt good, but he needed to cum so badly and both of his brothers boyfriends seemed determined not to let him. Every time he tried to thrust his hips down, seeking that extra pressure he’d be caught, forced to remain still, holding back whimpers at the slow deliberate pace they had both contrived.
“You just have to ask nicely and we’ll let you come,” Gerry tweaked his nipple and Jon couldn’t hold back a yelp, both his tits were red and swollen, being used to drive him mad just as much as his cunt. He glared, though the look was rather ruined by the drool, dripping from his mouth and the glassy look in his eyes. Gerry grinned back at him, before lifting him up off Tim’s mouth, as the two switched places for what must be the fifth time, easily lifting him like he was a doll. It wasn’t fair, said one of Jon’s last fully coherent thoughts, as Gerry’s tongue flicked against his clit, another moan slipping out, he wasn’t allowed to have any breaks.
“Yeah buddy just say please, we won’t even make you apologize for pretending to be tough.” Tim’s grin was just as smug as Gerry’s his face wet from being buried between Jon’s thighs. Jon could feel the last remaining bits of his sanity snapping as Tim’s teeth worried at his neck, no doubt giving him a bruise that would be impossible to hide later.
“P-Please,” The tears that had gathered in the corners of his eyes finally burst their dam as Jon wailed. He kept repeating his words over and over, no longer able to form sentences that weren’t please and more. He was lifted again, only to be seated on Tim’s cock, the stretch wasn’t painful after almost an hour of defining but it was enough to have Jon squeak. Which of course had both of the other two laughing at just how cute he was.
“Go ahead baby come for us,” Gerry’s fingers squeezed his clit as Tim battered him from the inside. The twin sensations were too much and Jon went rigid, his whole body shaking as he came wailing as he buried his face against Gerry’s chest. They both stopped for a moment as Jon rode the aftershocks twitching between them, before going limp, panting as drool dripped down his chin.
Then almost as though they both could talk with just their eyes meeting over Jon’s shoulder, Tim resumed thrusting into him, while Gerry went back to groping his tits, squeezing them till Jon whined. He squirmed, overwhelmed as they pushed him from being under-stimulated too far too much.
“You said you’d stop,” His voice sounded wrecked as he managed to gasp out the words between thrusts. His words didn’t really match his actions as he clamped down each time he was lowered, cute little moans undercutting the complaint.
“No we said we’d let you come,” Tim sounded downright gleeful, as though he had just told the funniest joke. Another hard thrust and the attention Gerry was giving his clit had Jon cumming again, but this time neither paused for a moment. Gerry kissed him gently, a star contrast to what the two were otherwise doing.
“We didn’t say anything about stopping, did we? You haven’t said sorry yet after all. “ Gerry pulled away from his lips, the teasing smile back on his face, “I think you can handle a bit more if you’re so tough.”
God sci fi au makes me insane. Jon telling elias "do you ever wish this could last forever?" Once, when hes tired and lonely and his memories of his life on earth are too loud. The knowledge he's going to fit in even less there. Just thinking about
Jon: Will you be alright, then?
Elias: Hm?
Jon: When we leave. Or maybe bored without people to torment.
Elias: Really Jon, you wound me.
Jon: Tough. Answer the question.
Elias: This is just how it is. I chose to be a machine. Humans have become something for me to watch, and ultimately move on from.
Jon: Hm.
Elias: What?
Jon: You're lonely.
Elias: What makes you say that?
Jon: Honestly, I'm surprised I didn't consider it sooner.
Jon: You'd probably be *less* lonely if you could stop killing us for ten minutes.
Elias: That's an exaggeration.
Jon: You're not denying it.
Just. Idk. I am thinking about Foreshadowing. And things that jon kicks himself for in retrospect. I like it when the horror comes from the fact jon knows exactly why elias did it.
Jon rewound the tape again, the same conversation playing on a loop, just the audio, Jon didn’t want to see himself through Elias’s eyes right now. He had found this recording while metaphorically stretching his new body. It turned out Jon could now access anything Elias had archived and saved, a little bright spot to being turned into whatever he was now. He had found a whole section of these conversations, little snippets of him and Elias. Rewind again, you’re lonely, what makes you say that, pause rewind again, he had memorized the words now, you’re not denying it.
Jon wanted to scream, well he had screamed, till even his new mechanical throat felt painful, screamed till his voice was gone, until he felt better, he didn’t feel better. Rewind, play, you’re lonely, Jon laughed practically foreshadowing, if such a thing applied to life. The laughing quickly morphed into sobs, though he still couldn’t cry, his breath hitched, and his shoulders shook but not a single tear fell.
Rewind, play, rewind, play, Jon couldn’t even throw the recording, it was in his mind, playing over and over. Worrying it like a loose tooth, as if listening to it would change anything. All it did was remind him how stupid, how blind he had been. Elias had shown him what he was time and time again, he wasn’t a kind benevolent ship, he was mean and selfish and cruel at times, Jon had just mistakenly thought he was an exception.
“Jon?” Jon didn’t respond, rewind, play, if he ignored the ship, rewind play, maybe Elias would get the hint. Of course Elias had never respected that before, he shouldn’t expect it now he supposed. He couldn’t even cover his ears, like the recording Elias’s voice was inside him. “Come on little one, don’t hide away where I can’t see.”
Rewind play, Jon knew he couldn’t hide forever, rewind play, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t delay, rewind Play. The worst part was he understood, he got it, of course he did. He knew Elias, as much as anyone could, he knew why, knew it down to his bones. Knew that Elias had thought of it as a gift, as Jon’s continued rejection as simply growing pains, a resistance to change that Jon would move past. Rewind play, and he would, Jon wanted to scream at that thought, but it was true, he would forgive Elias. They were a set now, he couldn’t leave, who knows what leaving the ship would do? He would be here for as long as Elias could keep him running in whatever form he would end up in.
Would Elias keep changing him? Some of him was still human, parts threaded through metal, would Elias take those too? Would they rot and be removed, those little ties to his former life, the few parts of him that were still human? With a deep sigh he closed the recording, knowing Elias wouldn’t let him hide much longer. Pushing himself to his feet the door sliding open, he pointedly ignored the little camera that was set outside the closet he’d been hiding in as it practically jumped to life focusing on him, the little red light bright and glowing.
“Jon-“
“No just, just stop,” Jon could hear the weariness in his voice, underlaid just slightly by static, damnit even his voice wasn’t really his. He grabbed his tools where he had left them, the little box at least was familiar. He felt so tired, but he could pretend, could play his part, and maybe that would be enough. “I have work to do.”
Sasha/Jon/Elias HELL YEAH
The smartasses polycule of all time. Like 68 eyes between the three of them and not a single drop of restraint
Yes my agenda!
Pfft it’s true so many eyes and no self control, it’s fine, probably…maybe…
Join the Eye polycule as they invade other people’s privacy like it’s a sport, and they are gonna win. They can have a little bit of stalking as a treat. All three of them together means no secret is safe. Look you can’t keep information from them it’s their enrichment.
Can you imagine Elias carving runes into Jon or speaking from a Leitner book? Can you imagine magic chains snapping around Jon’s neck and his body? Can you imagine Jon sitting, trapped in his chair, just like when he was captured by The Circus, watching Elias circle him with…bloodlust? Pride? Glee?
Wondering what the hell Elias is going to inflict upon him now.
Yes! Very good thoughts all of these.
Jon agreeing because he’s just so curious and he needs to know what going to happen. Only to regret it immediately, not that he wants to stop he still needs to know what will happen. Elias being very clear to get Jon’s cooperation beforehand, and reiterating he can’t go back, but Jon is just so hungry to know.
Elias finishing the last cut or word and suddenly he can’t move, he’s pinned stuck, held in place by chains that look delicate but hold him tightly. Jon struggling at first, before giving up, waiting for Elias to unchain him, because surely that’s it? Only Elias isn’t doing anything but watching him squirm, his expression impossible to read, but Jon feels like prey.
Jon so scared, his mind going to the last time he was chained. Plastic hands roaming all over him, touching and pressing and running no matter how he struggled, Isn’t this a bit better? It’s not the Stranger, it’s Elias. Elias wouldn’t kill him surely, wouldn’t take things that far. Jon not admitting the hunger to know what Elias will do growing as he trembles.
And oh the supplemental yes big scary monster Jon reduced to whimpering puppy on a leash. He doesn’t even pull against it anymore, he knows it doesn’t do any good. It shouldn’t hold him, he’s powerful, all sharp teeth and claws, but he lets himself be lead about, because isn’t it better? He doesn’t have to make decisions, all of his seems to end badly anyway. He can just exist, and go where he’s lead.
Very very good thoughts all around rotating them in my brain.
