Thinking about joncon gang rape. Warning for omegaverse-typical sexism, victim blaming, forced arousal and orgasm, forced pregnancy, mindbreak. Just. Jon having a really unpleasant time and also cumming buckets. Thoughts under the cut.

Jon with unpredictable heats. Heats that start when he doesn’t expect them. Not noticing that he’s in heat until he’s already been at the institute for an hour. It’s fine. Though. He can push through. His scent blockers are strong, and he’s not inclined to seek out alphas (or anyone) for relief. He can get through this. Nobody will notice.

But they do.

Another alpha researcher smelling Jon under the blockers. Wanting to put that stuffy little cunt in his place. Show him what he’s good for. Announcing it to the whole rest of the room (mostly alphas, maybe a few betas). Pulling Jon’s back to his chest and kicking his legs apart. Jon is flustered, shocked, furious (terrified), but there’s this awful stupid part of him that likes it. Omega instincts rearing their head, demanding he submit to the half-hard cock he can feel pressing against his ass.

The alpha pulling his pants down, showing them all how wet he is. And of course Jon tries to fight, but their alpha pheromones are clouding his mind, their threatening growl making him gush. He can’t do anything as they begin to play with his folds and cock. Begs them to stop when they bend him over the desk. The other researchers are watching. They’ve been working so hard, and Jon is such a stuck up, frigid bitch, and besides he’s in heat. It’s not rape if the omega was in heat. He was asking for it, showing up to work, stinking of the need to be bred.

Jon’s never been penetrated before, knows the thought repels him. But as much as his mind hates the intrusion of the first alpha’s cock his body is eager for it. Already presenting without him even noticing, wet enough to take a huge alpha dick with bo prep whatsoever. He’s used brutally, roughly, his alpha coworker utterly uninterested in making it good for Jon, but they don’t even have to. Jon’s cunt welcomes the intrusion easily, clenches down on it, every drag across his walls bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Another alpha steps up, unzipping their pants, thrusting into Jon’s mouth with no warning and he moans like a slit at the taste and the feeling, gripping the cock breeding him tightly.

He cums when he feels the first stretch of their knot, whimpering please please please, not even sure what he’s asking for. And then it locks inside him, pumps his fertile womb full of alpha seed, and he hates that he’s already cumming again.

“See? He’s a cockwhore just like the rest of them.”

The alpha using his mouth cums too, and he desperately drinks down every drop, unable to resist.

He’s passed around the rest of the workday, every alpha in the department (and several of the betas) taking turns using his holes. And the worst part is how good each violation feels, how he wants more. His body doesn’t care that he never wanted this, hates it. It just wants orgasms, just wants to be bred. He can’t stop his hips from fucking back onto every invading cock, moaning and pleading and cumming again and again and again. By midafternoon he’s been thoroughly broken, all they have to do is lie there while he rides them until they cum inside, begging them to use his cunt because he needs their cum where it can breed him. And he hates every moment of it, dignity torn away with every greedy thrust, but he just can’t control himself. He needs this, his body is demanding it and it’s not listening to him anymore.
When they’re finally done they dump him in a heap on his desk, covered with the cum of his coworkers. He’s begging them to come back, to take him home and breed him more, but they all just laugh and mock him, filming him. He keeps going, masturbating on his desk as they watch and jeer and record him. Finally they leave him alone, thoroughly broken, well-bred, sure to be carrying a litter by the end of his heat.

Eventually Jon does make it home (although perhaps a janitor also takes a turn. And maybe a few strangers on the tube…) and is able to ride out the rest of his heat, fantasizing about being used and raped by his alpha coworkers, cumming to the thought of their knots.

When his heat is over, maybe he’ll try and file a report that goes nowhere. Maybe he’ll try looking for plan B (although perhaps he can’t get any without approval from his alpha). But maybe it’s too late, and he knows he’s been bred up with a litter, pregnant to god knows how many of his coworkers. He’ll never be able to look them in the eye, to trust them, not after this.

And maybe he’ll get a few emails from unknown accounts, footage of his limp body being passed around and used while he begs and whines. And maybe in the dead of night he’ll watch it over and over, squirming with horror even as his hand drifts towards his soaking briefs….