Been a while since we had some good Joncon huh? This time I’m thinking about a vengeful, violent statement giver forcing him to beg for it….

A statement giver who feels angry and violated. They said more than they wanted to and they know it was because of this shrimpy little freak in front of them doing something to them. Coming in again a few days after the dreams started to punish him. To violate and humiliate him back.

Confronting him angrily, even more furious when he just gets ticked off and starts berating them. Not afraid of them at all until they yank him from his seat, pin him against the desk. He’s protesting, squirming, but he’s not strong enough to escape as they tear away his clothes and expose him.

He’s shocked and horrified when their fingers run through his folds and come away coated in a sheen of slick. He’s terrified and babbling apologies and pleading for them not to do this. He doesn’t want it, and yet he’s somehow wet. They open him up rough and quick but his body is responding so eagerly, every invading finger sending sparks of pleasure coursing through him.

He hears the statement giver unzip behind him and he makes a last-ditch effort to flee but they easily keep him pinned and begin to push inside. The stretch is painful, overwhelming, his rapist’s heavy cock splitting him open and rubbing against his sensitive inner walls. They don’t give him any time to get situated, just begin roughly fucking him over his desk, his tits pressed into the hard wood. He tries to keep quiet (even though there’s nobody around to hear him) but little gasping noises and moans keep slipping out, the cock inside of him hitting so many perfect, electric places inside of him. A particularly rough thrust hits him just right and he can’t help but let out a whorish moan, loud and desperate, so close to cumming. His rapist notices, their grip on him tightening, “you weren’t supposed to enjoy this so much, you know.”

Jon tries to protest. Whines out “I… I’m not-” but then they have their finger on his clit, providing just the pressure he needed, and he’s cumming on their cock with a cry, the walls of his cunt rippling pleasurably around their invading cock.

They don’t stop there, of course. Jon miserable and humiliated and overstimulated and still feeling so, so much pleasure as they continue to rape him. He’s lost all control of his volume, helplessly moaning in pain and pleasure as he’s fucked hard into his desk, his eyes wide and glassy and stained with tears as drool drips from his gaping mouth. They pound into him as he begins to grow closer and closer to finishing. Finally they still and cum deep inside, flooding his fertile womb with their seed. The twitching of their cock, the hot pulses of semen being released, the spark of fear that he might soon be pregnant all has Jon moaning and cumming again, milking their cock for every drop of seed.

They stay buried inside him, decide to reward him with another statement. Describing first the experience of giving their first statement, then their dreams. Then they move on to the confrontation, describing how they raped him in graphic detail. How he was wet to start with, how good he felt around their cock, how he sounded the first time he came, how he must’ve enjoyed it very much since he came twice. He hates it but he can feel the phantom sensation of their arousal, his cunt clenching involuntarily around their slowly hardening cock. They tell him how pleasurable it was to cum inside him, how they hope it takes, gives him something permanent to make sure the lesson sticks even as he slowly, helplessly begins to roll his hips back on their cock. They brag about it, how he enjoyed himself so much he wants more, just needed someone to put him in his place. Slowly beginning to fuck in and out of Jon again, reaching down to rub teasingly at his clit. Taking him to the edge and then stopping, saying they’ll let him cum when he begs for it. When he thanks them. They want to hear him, to record him pleading for them to let them cum.

They bring him to the edge again and again and again, his resolve wavering more and more as his body is pleasured, isn’t able to cum when he so badly needs it. Finally they stop again when he’s right on the edge and he shatters.

“Please. Please let me cum. Please I- I need to cum.”

“Tell me how good it feels.”

“So- so good. Please, it feels so good. I need more, need to cum. Please, please, I need it- I need…”

“Say ‘thank you’”

And Jon hates himself, hates this whole situation. Hates how good he feels and how desperate he is to finish after being tormented for so long but he’s so close and he needs it and he can’t help but give in. “Thank… thank you. Thank you, please, thank you-”

“For what?”

“For- for your cock. For raping me. For letting me cum, please, please let me-“

Finally they begin again, brutally fucking him as he squirms and whines underneath them. Finally the cum deep inside of him again and he finishes, clenching down on them with a desperate moan.

They pull out, cum dripping from Jon’s used hole, and leave him a fucked-out mess, naked alone, draped over his desk.

He avoids sleeping for as many days as he can. When he finally does pass out, he wanders his dreams. Is forced to watch himself get raped over and over again. Hear himself pleading for more, thanking his attacker…

When the statement giver catches sight of his swollen belly, womb full of the child they fucked into him and forced him to carry, he sees the gleeful malice in their eyes.