2025-04-09 3:13:04 ¶ ● ⬈

anaceshornyblog:

> Jon was desperate, and also an idiot, that was the only explanation he could come up for why he had ended up in his current position. Kneeling in front of Peter offering his mouth for just the chance to talk to Elias on the phone. In his defense he had tried everything else, short of breaking in to prison talk to his da-to Elias. So yes desperate and stupid about summed up his current state.

> “Go on then, deals a deal,” Jon glared at Peter, he sounded far too amused, probably thought the whole thing was quite funny. Still he was right, so Jon swallowed his pride, ignoring the obvious joke about swallowing Peter would no doubt make, luckily unlike Elias Peter couldn’t just dip into his head. Despite Jon’s intentions it was hard not to hesitate once Peter’s dick was freed from his pants, honestly it was just excessive. Something of Jon’s thoughts must have shown on his face as Peter laughed, “What too much for you? Thought you would be used to taking whatever’s given to you.”

> “What’s that-,” Jon’s indignant response, underlined with static was cut off as Peter apparently decided that he was no longer interested in being patient. Hooking one of his hands in Jon’s hair, the other gripping his jaw to guide him onto his cock. He didn’t go far, just pressing the tip against his tongue, but the stretch was already uncomfortable and Jon doubted he was going to be content with that.

> “No questions, use your mouth for something useful,” Peter released his jaw, not that Jon could close it, but kept a grip on his hair, giving a slight tug and he got the hint. Bracing himself with his hands on Peter’s thighs he slowly pressed forward, it wasn’t comfortable like with El-, like normal, the stretch making his jaw cramp already. Bobbing his head slowly, he tried to take more of him, only to choke when he went any further than about a third of the way. God he probably looked a mess, drool already dripping down his chin. Pulling together a bit of composure he looked pointedly at the phone, trying to remind Peter of the deal without his voice.

> “I’m sure he’ll call soon, probably already watching you,” Jon froze, realizing that yes, the constant feeling of being watched had shifted, now it was focused on him, watching him humiliate himself. The feeling made Jon shudder, his traitorous body growing wet immediately. He wanted to scream, he wasn’t here, but that didn’t seem to matter considering the wetness he could feel between his thighs as he tried to shift to a more comfortable position. Instead he moaned as his shifting gave him the barest pressure, the sound muffled by the cock in his mouth.

> “That really all it takes? Just knowing he can see you like this and you’re dripping?” Jon whined, it wasn’t his fault, not that he could defend himself, Peter clearly decided that he had enough time to warm up. The grip on his hair turned harsh, yanking him forward, his cock battering the back of his throat. He was choking, and he still had more to take, and Peter seemed intent to have him take it all. Panic started to overcome his shame as he realized that he may have made a mistake.

> The phone ringing cut through his panic, and Peter’s grip eased slightly, letting him pull back enough to get his mouth free. Jon tried to catch his breath coughing and spluttering, a vision of himself slipped into his head, as thought he was looking in a mirror. He looked a wreck already, covered in drool, lips swollen and red. He didn’t know if it was the eye or Elias but either way shame bubbled up inside him, to be seen like this. Pushing those thoughts away as best he could he stared at the phone, some part of him, the part that Jon loathed when he was in his right mind was screaming that his da- Elias was calling, and Peter wasn’t picking up.

> “Get your mouth back where it’s supposed to be and I’ll answer, remember the deal,” Peter sounded completely unconcerned with Jon’s internal struggle, just vaguely amused. Jon unsure how much longer the phone would ring, decided not to test their agreement. This time he did his best to relax his mouth as much as he could, before wrapping his lips back around Peter, still an uncomfortable stretch. Doing his best to convey his intention to behave as he suckled at the head, Jon’s eyes flicked from Peter, to the phone, back to Peter. His thoughts repeating a litany of please, please answer, please, please, please.

> “Better,” Peter picked up the phone and Jon could barely hear the robotic voice on the other end of the line, informing Peter where the call was coming from. Jon strained trying to hear as Peter greeted Elias, but it was just too quiet, and Jon wanted to wail. Instead he pressed forward, back to where Petre had held him before, if he got a little closer maybe he could hear. Peter’s voice cracked the tiniest bit as Jon swallowed around him, glancing down at him with an amused chuckle.

> “Your Archivist is very eager, think you’ve been a bit soft in its training though.” Jon whined blushing furiously as Peter’s free hand gripped his hair again, despite trying to stay quiet to hear Elias. “Still it’s pretty good if you use a firm hand.”

> He punctuated that statement with a slight yank, threatening to breach past his gag reflex and into Jon’s throat, before sliding back again. Using Jon like a toy, Jon tried to relax as much as he could, trying to ignore the obscene sounds, and the drool dripping onto his clothes. He wondered if Elias could hear, he could see, but was he loud enough for the phone to pick up his shameful moaning?

> “Yes I’ve been making sure it eats, though it’s very picky,” Peter wasn’t even looking at Jon, keeping a steady rhythm, shallow enough for Jon to breathe, but not enough for him to get any words out. He should hate it, being used being talked about like he wasn’t there, he tried to tell himself he did. Lying to himself had always worked before.

> “Don’t worry I’m not going to break it,” Peter chuckled at whatever Elias said and Jon wanted to scream. Let him talk to him, that was the deal, Jon would let Peter use him and Jon could talk to Elias. Peter looked down at him thoughtfully for a moment as though contemplating something. “It doesn’t need to breathe right?”

> Jon probably should have seen what happened next coming, anything creative Peter came up with was not going to be fun for him. But he was so focused on trying to hear Elias he hadn’t braced himself. So he was not ready as he was yanked forward again, deeper than before, than he had ever managed, than he would ever want. Peter’s cock pressed past the last barrier to settle in his throat, and even Peter had to moan at that. Instinctively Jon panicked, he couldn’t breathe, and Peter’s grip was like iron holding him so his nose was pressed against the thick hair of his crotch. Thrashing did nothing, he was so much smaller than Peter. The logical part of him knew he was going to be fine, but that part wasn’t currently being heard over the part screaming he was dying.

> “It didn’t like that, calm it down before it hurts itself would you?” Peter’s voice was a bit shaky, as he tried to affect his usual amused tone, clearly enjoying as Jon’s throat spasmed around him. All Jon could focus on, other than his brain telling him he was dying, was the phone, now on speaker, that Peter has set on the desk.

> “Hello Jon, I see you’re being a good boy for Peter why don’t you relax?” Jon felt tears dripping down his cheeks, it had been so long since he had heard his d-Elias’s voice. It soothed something inside him, and almost on instinct he tried to do as he said, no longer thrashing about. If Elias said he’d be fine he would be, he wouldn’t hurt him, he would, he wouldn’t kill him. He felt his whole body shudder, and a blush formed on his face as he realized he had just orgasmed just from hearing Elias’s voice.

> “Yes, don’t need to worry about pesky little things like breathing anymore.” Jon hummed, trying to agree, ignoring the moan it drew from Peter. He didn’t matter, he might as well not even be here to Jon, except for his cock still in his throat. The image of himself from earlier was back, he looked even more wrecked now, his eyes red from tears, and his mouth stretched obscenely around Peter. He could even see the impression of his dick in his throat, pressing it outwards. His pants were soaked, a wet spot forming on the front, an obvious tell that he was dripping wet. He shuddered both reveling and ashamed by the fact that Elias could see how much of a slut he was.

> “Unfortunately I do have to be going soon, can’t be on the phone all day,” Jon tried to shake his head, but Peter now gripped his hair with both hands, immobilizing him completely. He tried to make eye contact with Peter, beg him without words, please let him talk to him, please, please.

> “Make me cum, and I’ll let you talk,” Peter gave a lazy thrust, not even pulling out of his throat as Jon gagged around him. Jon whimpered, that hadn’t been the deal, but he knew Peter wasn’t going to care about that argument. Instead Jon tried, swallowing around Peter as best he could, ignoring the drool forced out as he slowly drew back, just a little bit as Peter let him, before sliding back down. The sounds were obscene, Jon wanted to die, wanted to end this, he was so close, he didn’t this, but it was the only way.

> It didn’t take long, especially once Peter took control, sliding his mouth up and down his length while ignoring any damage he was doing. It was fine Jon would heal, he hummed and gagged and swallowed, anything to push Peter over the edge. The phone was silent other than breathing, but the feeling of being watched was stronger than ever, pressing down on Jon like a warm blanket, that could turn smothering at any time.

> Peter was almost silent as he came, flooding Jon throat as he pulled back, sending the last few spurts onto Jon’s face. Jon tried to sallow but it was too much, as his abused throat contracted sending semen dripping out of his moth onto his already drool covered clothes. It didn’t matter, Jon gasped for air as he threw himself at the phone pulling it close, coughing trying to clear his lungs enough to speak.

> “Good boy,” Elias sounded so proud and Jon preened, joy at finally, finally being able to talk to Eli-to his dad after so long, rushed through him. Only to drain away as he finally went to speak, only to be met with the dial tone as the phone disconnected. It was like someone had punched him in the stomach, as he curled up on the floor. He ignored Peter who simply tucked himself away before leaving Jon alone on the floor. Jon wailed, tears dripping down his cheeks, he was filthy covered in come and drool, his cunt still soaked from earlier. He had completely debased himself, and for what? To hear Elias on the phone for a few seconds?

> Something hard and plastic poked into his back as he cried. Rolling over hr saw a tape recorder, sitting innocently, recording his shame. He pressed the button to stop the recording, before slowly pressing rewind. He just needed to hear his voice, it was all he had, curled up in the head office clutching a tape recorder Jon wept.