2025-02-05 4:09:35 ¶ ●

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Showing them off as a trophy at a party. Bonus: the party is for their enemies OR former allies/coworkers

JonElias please feel free to interpret how you want.

For some humiliation prompts from… a while ago actually lmao. Look I can’t lie brain’s not braining so good and I think I might’ve bungled the ending but by god do I just want to get something. ANYTHING posted. Sorry, I hope it’s alright.

(Every time I post JE noncon I feel a teensy bit guilt for how ooc it is. I know he would never do this (to Jon)!! He would want it to be Jon’s choice!! Unfortunately noncon breeding w/ forced orgasm is like. THE kink for me and I’m willing to overlook a LOT for the sake of being horny on the internet.)

Warnings for:

- Noncon. Like. Just throughout the whole entire thing. This is just 1.8k words of Jon getting publicly raped.
- Jon is drugged (well it maybe functions more as a muscle relaxant, they’re relatively lucid. But still.)
- Idk if this needs a warning but. There’s also a lot of unwilling arousal and forced orgasm in their too, as well as (threats of) forced impregnation.
- Jon is recorded by others. Also without consent.
- It is implied that Jon is worried they will be assaulted again that evening (including if they pass out), although it is unclear if that is actually the case.

Tired as hell and worried I’m forgetting something. Idk. The main point is: fic under the cut:

“You look beautiful like this.” Elias murmured, thumb brushing against Jon’s cheek. They struggled, tried to kick out, break free, do anything, but their limbs weren’t responding. Too weak to do more than twitch; they hadn’t even needed to be restrained.

Elias smiled down at them so kindly that they ached. “Shhhh, none of that now. I’ll make it good for you, I promise.” He retreated, then. Slipped from Jon’s view and left them alone and exposed on the soft, padded bench. They could look for him, wanted to. But that meant turning their head and seeing the sea of faces. All those awful watching eyes, contemptuous or pitying or cruel or lustful. Staring silently at their supine body, stripped of their shirt, their binder. If they had to see their assistants in the crowd too… they weren’t sure they could bear it.

For a few long, slow moments, it was as if they were entirely alone. Elias silent and out of sight. Surely it would be better if he left them like this. Drugged and helpless and half-naked. Vulnerable and alone. Would they spend the whole party like this? An object on display for their colleagues to mock? Lust for?

The pressure of a hand on their trousers, slowly unzipping them, pulling Jon’s awareness back to Elias. He removed them with such gentle care that Jon trembled. They hated the sick relief they felt spreading in their chest like a disease. Elias hadn’t left them alone, hadn’t abandoned them. Even as he continued to violate them in front of the entire institute staff. But a twisting dread was rising inside of them as well. They tried again to kick at Elias, could barely manage to lift their leg. A sigh. Fond words. “None of that now, Jon.” A gentle kiss, just above their knee. Hands running soothingly down their thigh. Some awful part of them squirmed with need and longing, and they let out a soft whine.

“It’s alright. I’ll take care of you.” Elias said. Fingers slipped easily under the waistband of their boxers, pulled them down, Jon’s limbs moving too slow and too late to shield their cunt from the prying eyes of their audience. Tears leaked from their eyes and they let out a choked sob as his hands gently spread their legs further. He stroked his fingers through their folds, and Jon felt a shameful jolt of pleasure as he brushed against their cock. “Oh, look at you,” Elias sounded enthralled, almost awed, and so very, very pleased, “you’re soaked, aren’t you? You must’ve needed this so very badly.” Jon shuddered, nausea building inside of them. Surely they couldn’t be enjoying this, surely they couldn’t have wanted this. But they could see the slick that glistened on his fingers when he held them up in front of Jon. Their cunt warm and clenching with need. Another way for their body to betray them.

Hot breath puffed against their folds, their aching cock. No, Jon thought desperately, please don’t. And then Elias leaned forward and took Jon’s cock wholly into his mouth. They let out a muffled keen, wanted so terribly to flinch away, but their hips only tilted upwards, pressing into the sensation.

Elias swirled his tongue around Jon’s clit, licking and laving at it as he sucked. Jon bit into the gag, trying to contain their gasps and moans. God, they shouldn’t be enjoying this. But they could feel the heat building low in their belly, the pleasure building and building as their hips rocked up in tiny little motions that they just couldn’t stop. The slick sounds of his mouth not enough to drown out the helpless little noises they were making.

Elias groaned and hummed in pleasure, the vibrations of each sound sending sparks shooting through them. The oily shame and crushing terror, the sick violation, it wasn’t enough to distract Jon from how good they felt, how wonderful Elias’ mouth was on their cock. But surely they weren’t going to cum. Not from this, not like this. They couldn’t, they wouldn’t, they-

Someone took a picture, the sound piercing through Jon’s awareness, and that was all it took. Legs weakly locking around Elias’ head as they came with a wail, eyes rolling up into their head as they tried to grind up into his mouth. Toes curling in pleasure as their orgasm wiped everything but horror and ecstasy from their mind.

Finally, finally it ended, pleasure rapidly becoming overstimulation. Mercifully, Elias pulled back, released Jon’s clit, as they flopped bonelessly back into the cushions. They couldn’t allow themselves to hope that it was over, not yet.

The sound of the zipper came from very far away, it felt like. Drowned out by Jon’s own heaving breaths, by the click of the phone cameras (it was horrifying, of course. A terrible, cloying humiliation that made their stomach roll and their cunt throb). Jon wished they could be allowed to drift like this for the rest of the evening. The misery couldn’t quite reach them here.

Distantly, hands took hold of their hips, and a blunt, heavy weight pressed against their opening. They tried to hold on to that distance, the gap between them and awful reality, but then Elias began to press inside and the pain of the stretch shattered their brief respite. It burned. They were chanting, they realized, no no no please no please don’t please, the words muffled by the gag. But Elias just continued to push forwards. It felt like an eternity before he bottomed out, balls coming to rest against Jon’s arse.

A gentle hand running through their hair. “I know,” Elias murmured. “Just relax, it will all feel better soon.”

Just stop. Jon thought at him desperately. Please. Please.

Elias sighed, gave them a gentle kiss on the forehead. Then he began to move. Slow at first, pulling out inch by inch before softly sliding back in. Soon, pain began to give way to awful, sickening pleasure, and Elias began to speed up his thrusts.

Jon bit hard into the gag, trying to silence the gasps and moans that slipped out through the fabric. Wished they could drift away again, to that place where none of this mattered. But every time they thought they might manage it, Elias groped one of their tits, impaled them with a particularly rough thrust, bit down so harshly on their neck that they thought it might draw blood, pulled them firmly back down to reality. The pleasurable drag of Elias’ cock against their walls, the wetness soaking their cunt, the stares of the entire institute watching Elias rape them… it was all too overwhelming.

Elias tilted their hips, and Jon cried out as the new angle allowed Elias to hit something sensitive. They clenched down on him, and he moaned, panting into their neck. “Jon, god, Jon.” His hips snapped to theirs again and again, pounding into them as they squirmed and writhed beneath him. It shouldn’t have felt so good, but Jon could already feel another orgasm building. No, they thought, please no. Not again. Please please please not again.

“None of that now,” Elias said, voice low and breathy with lust, with need. “Let yourself enjoy this.” He slipped a hand down, pinching and rubbing at their clit, every touch setting their nerves alight. No, Jon wanted to say, stop. Please, please stop. But it was too late. Jon came with a sob, cunt gripping Elias’ cock and legs shaking with the force of their orgasm. “Yes…” he panted, “yes, that’s it. Just like that. You’re doing so good.” To their horror, the words only stirred more heat in their belly, their body not sated by their second orgasm. They wanted to cry, to scream. They shut their eyes tight, unable to bear the sight of Elias’ flushed face and hungry eyes.

“I knew you’d like it,” he murmured, breath heavy and hot on their neck. “My perfect boy.” His thrusts were slower now, deeper, hitting places Jon had never managed to reach on their own, filling them so completely and utterly. I don’t, they thought. I don’t, I don’t. But their body wasn’t listening. Responded too easily to Elias’ words, his touch, his cock. “I’m going to cum inside of you,” he hissed. “In front of all these people.” His voice was rough and strained with desire, their cunt tightening helplessly around him. “Do you think it will take?”

Jon’s heart kicked up in terror, eyes blowing wide with panic. No. No. He couldn’t… he wouldn’t-

“I hope it does. You’d look so beautiful, wouldn’t you? Round and full with my child. Every one of your colleagues knowing just how you got like that.” His breathing was getting harsher now, his rhythm faltering. “Do you know how many of them have been taking pictures? Videos? Even some of your assistants.”

Jon wanted to be sick. Stomach curdling with horrified betrayal that did nothing to stifle the heat Elias’ words stirred inside of them. They were so close, their body preparing to betray them for a third time, while their assistants watched them get raped and did nothing. Recorded Jon’s torment for their own personal use. Something vital and terrified and alive snapped inside of them, heart swallowed by a wrenching loneliness. It hurt so much. It hurt so much. Still Elias never faltered, pounding into them at a relentless pace. It shouldn’t have felt so good. Jon wasn’t sure they had ever hated themselves more.

Elias’ cock managed to brush up against all Jon’s most sensitive places on every stroke. The weight of the eyes and cameras trained on them giving it all an electric charge. Wretched pleasure and agony swirled and mingled together, driving every thought from their brain. They were going to cum. They were going to cum on Elias’ cock. Again. Elias reached up, pulled the gag from their mouth, smiled down at them. “Anything you want to say to our audience?”

Mouth finally free, Jon took in heaving, gasping breaths. Tried to pull themselves together. But the words came out before they could even think… “I- Elias, dad, please-” Shame and ecstasy crashed over them as they came harder than they maybe ever had before. Eyes rolling back into their head, whole body trembling, cunt trying to milk Elias’ cock. World narrowed in on the sensation of their orgasm even as Elias kept going.

Finally, as pleasure began rapidly tipping into overstimulation, Elias stilled. He came with a satisfied groan, pumping his seed deep inside of Jon. They trembled at the violation. Wanted to be sick.

Elias hissed as he pulled out of Jon. From somewhere very far away they heard the rustling of fabric as he put himself back together, tucking his spent cock back in his trousers. “See?” He said, so softly and fondly that it didn’t even feel real. Not after what he had done. “I told you I’d make it good for you, didn’t I?”

Jon shuddered. With the last remnants of their strength, they curled in on themselves. Let their mind slowly drift towards oblivion. Whatever else was done to them this evening, they couldn’t bear to be present for it.