Not a fic but on the darker end, so I’m hiding it under a cut. Some noncon coma breeding shit (focused on the aftermath mainly)
Beholding won’t tell him who it is, either. Not when he spends his time paranoid and fearful again. Not when having the information would be less frightening than not. Eventually, he’ll be powerful enough to know, but not now.
Maybe it gives him the memory of his rapist’s experience, though. How his tight wet cunt felt on their cock. How wonderful it was. How he came on their fingers, and then again when they fucked him. How sometimes they liked playing with him until he came again and again and again. Enjoying his pliant body, gratified by how responsive he was to their touch. Beholding forcing his own rapist’s pleasure on him until he cums without even touching himself, crying from this additional violation.